I went into this denial with goals. I wanted to beat my previous record of six months and six days, and hopefully go far beyond. That seemed like a reasonable starting goal. Someone reached out recently and asked me, why track the days if you want to go indefinitely? And if your denial brings such pleasure to other people, why should you cum at all?

He's right. I am meant for denial and to provide pleasure for others. If my denial brings others pleasure, I am obligated to stay denied. My orgasms belong to those who wish to deny them. It is not up to me.

He told me to make this post. To commit publicly to what is truly best for me. To do away with quantifying just how endless my denial will be. What's the point in counting if I'm never going to cum again? Denial is no longer a goal, it is a state of being. I don't need to cum again. I don't want to cum again, and even if I did, it wouldn't matter. It is not up to me.

I've already started to forget how it feels. To forget what relief feels like, what release feels like. To not feel my pussy ready and desperate for any touch, always. To not ache with frustration all the time. I don't even have the luxury of memory to reflect on. It's like I never came at all, ever.

Thank you, Sir. You told me I will never cum again, and I believe you.