For girls interested in denial….
You woke just after eight on a warm summer’s morning with an extra kick in your step. It was the first of July and you had a special feeling that today would finally be the day. The last few weeks had simultaneously been surprisingly difficult and rewarding for you since I took stricter control over your orgasms. Your friends had greeted the arrival of summer with wild nights of parties and hedonistic sex. Their instagram posts only hinted at the pleasures they were enjoying so far this summer. You, on the other hand, had gone the entire month of June without a climax.

It was all part of an effort to reset the way you think about sex. It wasn’t enough that you already enjoyed giving me pleasure. Taking away your most intimate reaction would only make you view my pleasure differently. As the month progressed, you had started to view my orgasms as an extension of your own. Your brain recognised the reasons behind this change but your body was a mess. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, I had locked your body in a never ending spiral of arousal. Knowing that I controlled your climax and didn’t feel the need to grant you one only made your arousal grow.

I didn’t make it easy on you, but that’s secretly what you wanted. As I clamped down on your orgasms, mine only got more frequent. Your hands, mouth, tits, and ass had been used thoroughly throughout the month but I would never have dreamed of sliding my manhood into your most needy folds. The times in which I had played with your aroused clit were both a blessing and a curse. I would tease you just enough and then send you home without the sweet release that you craved. At night, the thin sheets of your bed felt electric when they brushed against your thighs. For you, this summer felt hotter and stickier than all the summers that came before. During these long, humid nights, it would have been so easy for you to have reached down to your womanly regions to relieve this heat. But you never did. I was a smart Master and I would know if you lied to me. Even if you could get away with it, you couldn’t help but feel conflicted. Yes, you wanted to cum but you also were growing addicted to the feeling of being denied.

You knew that today might be the day for your orgasm. Previously, I had informed you that you wouldn’t be enjoying a climax during the month of June. Since the calendar had finally turned over into July, your release was a distinct possibility. You could almost imagine the waves of pleasure that would run over you when I finally allowed you to release. As you slowly began the process of preparing for brunch with your Master, you could barely control your mind. Was I going to finally let you climax? Did you actually want to climax even after all this time? What the fuck had I done to get you into such a state?

(Disclaimer: this is NOT the starting point of this RP but rather an example of the type of scene you might see within it. Please do not message me continuing the scene from here...)

For girls interested in humiliation…
You had every right to be suspicious. I was not the type of guy who enjoyed going to night clubs, even if it was still early in the evening and most of the venue had yet to fill up. When we did go out together, it was usually for a romantic meal or an afternoon at a museum. This trendy night club in the center of the city was hardly the type of place you would expect either of us to be at.

As we enjoyed our first round of drinks, your mind was racing. I knew you well enough to know the sort of things that would make you wet between the legs and you knew me well enough to know that I always had a trick up my sleeve. Since you had submitted to me, you had learned the hard way that I was a creative Master. Far from the kind of Master who would just use his brute force to send you into a dreamy cloud of wonderful submission, I understood that using what’s between my ears would be most effective at controlling what’s between your legs.

The pulsating trance music at the club was not nearly as loud as it no doubt would be in an hour or two but it still provided the perfect soundtrack for you to get lost in your naughty daydream. As the two of us shared normal conversation at our little table, I could see the gears in your mind turning. I could practically guess what was going through your head. Why are we here and what is he going to make me do?

Leaning in towards you, I decided to finally reveal my plan. “Do you see that girl in the black dress at the bar with her two friends?” I ask you, trying not to look in that direction.

You raise an eyebrow and ever so slightly turn your head to look in the direction of the bar. Returning to look into my earthy brown eyes, you nod your head. “Yes Sir,” you reply, remembering my order not to address me as Master in public.

I cup my hand around your ear so that I know you will be able to hear me as I whisper. “I want you to go up to her and say ‘hello, my Master thinks you are really sexy.’”

Instantly I see the colour drain from your face. It’s the kind of look that you get when you are asked to do something that is both uncomfortable and surprisingly arousing. You look like you’ve been hit by a train but the way your leg brushes against mine beneath the table tells me that you’ve actually been hit by something entirely different.

“You can go to the ladies room to compose yourself first, if you’d like,” I continue. “But if I were you, I’d make sure you don’t wait too long. If she leaves before you have the chance to tell her, then you will regret it later.”

(Disclaimer: this is NOT the starting point of this RP but rather an example of the type of scene you might see within it. Please do not message me continuing the scene from here...)