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ORGASM DENIAL: Indulge-Her-Through-Denial
 The sisters of the Say-No-To-The-O Sorority have joined together to give gentlemen, who want what's best for their ladies, a place to gather to learn how to drive her crazy with desire. Find out What makes her tick. Intensify her submission. Increase her libido and reap the benefits of helping us say no to the O. (Sisters of SNTTO have been turning denial into indulgence since 2018.) NO DICKHEADS OR ASSHOLES ALLOWED!  
I’m a very petite girl. Under 5 foot. I can’t reach anything… least of all the shelves in my cupboard. I HATE taking the time to get my step stool so I pretend I have the super power of being able to grow a few extra inches at will and try to reach as best as I can. Sometimes my super powers go on the fritz.
Last night I was up on my tippy toes reaching to put away a serving bowl. My fingers slipped and CRASH! The bowl came plummeting to earth and smashed into a dizzying array of glass shards. This damn bowl must have been made out of an alien material because I have never seen anything shatter so spectacularly before. Millions of long, thin shards spread out everywhere! I’m sure some managed to land in the front yard. It was insane!
I’m barefoot and still standing on my tip toes. I’m not going anywhere.
G: Oh, sweet Jesus! Don’t move an inch. Do. Not. Move. I’ll make you a path.
 He breaks out the trusty vacuum cleaner (the broken glass blocked the way to the broom) and starts clearing a path. After awhile, I see the light of freedom and make my break. I planned to put on some shoes and finish the cleanup. After all, it was my mess. I’ll clean it up, right? Nope. That’s not how G saw it. He continued to vacuum the whole pantry and the entire kitchen. Then he swept it with the broom. He knows I run around barefoot and he wanted to make sure there wasn’t a speck of glass left to hurt me.
Being dominant isn’t just about rough sex or having a girl to be at your beck and call to please you. At it’s core, being dominant is protecting and cherishing the one you love. Compare it to a mama bear protecting her cubs. Last night, G’s display of dominance could never be pictured in these glossy pics shown on Tumblr. A man with a vacuum cleaner?!? It isn’t sexy enough. But, trust me when I say that he exhibited the core values of a dominant and I found it to be incredibly sexy! This is what dominance is really about. All the rest…is the wonderful icing on the cake! 
And, damnit, that was one of my favorite bowls!
The myth that dominance means cruelty should be smashed like that bowl. It can go in the dustbin next to the myth that submission means weakness.

Say No To The O Proverb (via say-no-to-the-o)
Would Be Good Girl (Say No To The O Member and Sister in Denial)
You’re wrong about that. First we must take control of our own orgasms and make a conscious decision as a good girl that we know what’s best for our own mind, body and soul. THEN we find an incredible, trustworthy, loving man to give that gift to. 
28 March, 2019
From: @evildeniedmistress (Say No To The O Sorority Sister)
She rolled her eyes and quietly giggled as she heard the overabundance of cursing and grunts coming from the bedroom earlier in the day, not too interested in whatever he may be doing in there and had since forgotten.
She silently obeyed his simple command with a smug grin across her face. She watched as he quickly secured her wrists into the leather restraints and hooked them together.
“Good girl,” he praised her but the devilish grin on his lips told her that there was much more to come. She was right. A rope suddenly appeared as if it were from space. It caught her eye and lead straight to the hooks now suspended from the ceiling.
“This is what all that racket was about this morning?” she giggled and shook her head as he worked, a determined look in his eyes. Her giggles ceased the moment he yanked, pulling her arms straight above her head.
“How’s that my love?” he checked with her although he hadn’t even slowed his actions.
“Vibrant green, Sir,” she hummed as she closed her eyes, all of her thoughts of her to dos fleeting from her mind in an instant. This was by far her favorite perk.
He held her there, suspended before him and took his time. First there were light touches and kisses across her body. Then came a spanking with only his hand. She begged for more after every contact with her flesh. She’d sustained more than a hundred smacks on her ass with his now throbbing hand. Her reward, the flogger, her favorite of their toys.The sting of the flogger made her pussy drip and the moans and cries she let out were music to his ears. He ran his fingers between her thighs and up to her slit, coating his fingers in the process. He loved seeing her this way, completely vulnerable and at his mercy. She would have it no other way and he was well aware of that fact too. “Color,” he whispered after one particularly hard lash.
He could feel his hardened cock pushing against the material of his jeans. He needed release. He needed to feel her from the inside. He needed to use her, to take her, to have her. Through her sobs she managed a weakened “green.” It was barely audible even in the silence of their bedroom. He knew she wouldn’t last much longer so he adjusted the rope and bent her over.
With one hard thrust he impaled her. If it weren’t for the rope and his hands firmly holding her in place she surely would have stumbled. He chased his release with one hard un-calculated thrust after another. He could feel her body shaking. He could see how tired her limbs had become and as he filled her, his pleasure leaking out of her abused hole, down her legs and onto the floor beneath her he quickly worked to release her from the restraints.
Her body fell slack against his and he quickly noticed how she struggled to maintain eye contact. He shook his head with pride in her strength and her stubbornness. “When are you going to learn your limits.”
“I’m perfect, Sir,” she whispered against his ear as he carried her to the bed.
She was asleep before he managed to cover her with the blanket. He took his place beside her and held her close. ‘That you are,” he whispered in return.
Super Sensitive Slut (Say No To The O Member and Sister in Denial)

Denial Beginner (Say No To The O Member and Sister in Denial)

Hang in there. It only gets better!
Resident bad girl here, I’m totally into the idea of being denied and being submissive generally, but I’m terrible at actually not orgasming myself. I get up to that point and choose to indulge and then forget the kink and feel happy. Which I think is healthy for me at this point. However, I haven’t cum in a week... Last night I masturbated for twenty minutes solid and stopped. Just now I used my vibe for the first time in two weeks and did the same thing. I think it’s starting to catch.
It is the duty of SNTTO to warn you that continuing to experiment with edging and denial will eventually lead to it becoming a permanent part of your life. You will never be able to go back to your old way of “cum as much as you want anytime you like,“ old-style, vanilla way of masturbating. The lure of edging and denial will never disappear. 
Before continuing another day, ask yourself: Am I willing to risk it? If not, have an orgasm immediately. If you willing to risk it or eager to continue, then push on for another week. The more you do edge and the long you go without cumming the better it gets.
Don’t be afraid. Indulgence isn’t scary. It opens our minds to things we never knew before. 
It had been an intense week for you, and an even more intense scene. Scooping you into my arms, I lay your head upon my chest. The quickness of your breath is matched only by the thundering beat of my heart. We had both put our all into our latest play. ‘It’s ok, baby’, I reassure you, wiping away your frazzled hair from your delicate, flushed face. ‘I’m here, shhh’. You look up into my eyes, you are drained and have trouble focusing on me. I lean in and tenderly kiss you on the forehead, which is glistening with beads of sweat.
As we lay quietly in each other’s arms, I very gently trace your soft, supple skin with my fingertips. Tracing from your shoulders, down to the sweet curve of your ass, and back again. Occasionally you cuddle in tighter to me, as the pent up adrenalin starts to ebb away from you. ‘I’m here, baby’, I repeat, ‘you’re safe… I love you’. Gradually you settle, easing back into yourself, slipping back into reality.
A fair amount of time has passed now, neither of us is aware quite how much. ‘I’m going to run you a bath now, baby’, I gently inform you. ‘Thank you, Sir’, you smilingly reply. I fill the bath with fragrant lavender, and fetch some fresh towels. Returning to the bedroom, I hold my hand out to you. You slip your hand into mine, and I delicately lift you from the soft mattress. Leading you into the bathroom, I aid you into the tub and climb in to join you.
We are enveloped with the aromatic warmth of the water. It softly kisses your gorgeous, naked flesh. ‘Let’s wash your hair now, Princess’. The water cascades down through your silken hair, and you exhale audibly. Just then, in that moment, you are completely centred and sated. All of your physical and emotional needs have been catered for. Once I have finished washing you, I gather you up in one of the soft fluffy towels, pulling you in close as I do. My strong hands cup your cheeks, directing your gaze to mine, ‘You’re so special’.
Leading you into the lounge, I direct you to the couch. You stretch out, sinking into the voluptuous cushions. Like a kitten that’s got the cream. I fetch you some water and your favourite snack. Returning to you promptly, I present you with these and take my place at your feet. As you devour the food, I stroke you softly. Running my hands up to your peachy ass and womanly thighs, I massage lotion into your reddened flesh. My amazing girl.
Just a reminder that lots of women get to cum all the time. But not you. We’re all done with that now, aren’t we?
Now you edge. And edge and edge. You watch porn and see those girls cumming. Over and over. Just like you used to.
Keep edging until your brain is foggy and all you want to do is cum like regular girls do.
But you’re not a regular girl, are you? No you’re special. There’s no cumming for you. Not anymore.
It’s better this way. Stay right at the edge, nice and desperate. Wet and needy. That’s where I want you. Maybe I’ll let you cum tomorrow.
For now, watch all the porn girls cumming, and edge for me.
Say No To The O Sorority Saying (via say-no-to-the-o)
We also say, “Give me a man who wants me to be a better version of myself.” @say-no-to-the-o

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