Dating a closeted woman can be a double-edged sword at times. On the one hand, it can be such a joy to be there as she experiences so much self-discovery, and it is always fun to have a nice excuse to sneak around. But on the other hand, it always forces me to have to pretend; to lie about what we are to at least some of the people around us. Putting up with the paranoia of running into someone you know while we are on a date who might make certain assumptions, god forbid. I know you have your reasons, I know you aren't fully ready to accept your truth, so that is why I have made an executive decision for the two of us: You aren't going to have any more orgasms until you come out.

Now, don't worry, we are still going to have affection. We will kiss, and cuddle, and play. I'm not condemning you to the repression you had before meeting me—quite the opposite. There are times when you are going to be dripping down your thighs, and literally the only thing in the world you will be able to think about is the pleasure I am denying you. And no matter how much you beg, and trust me I will be making you beg, permission to cum will still allude you, until you finally do what you need to do, and admit to the world what you are.

How long this delicious torture will last? That will depend on you. But until your Cumming-Out, I am going to make sure one thing, and only one thing, is on your mind; Pussy.

Hello. I'm Susan, looking for someone in need of the kind of benevolent cruelty that silly closetcases deserve. Beyond simple orgasm control/denial, I'm thinking the scene will include some spanking/impact play, clothing control, and public play. DMs preferred. Please tell me your name.

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