Question re forced orgasms
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Great idea! Plus orgasms are different for men and women....so forced ones especially 2nd and 3rd ones will be different.
I think part of the turn on is the fact of being in control. I know this is true for me. I dated a girl many years ago that could orgasm easily. I liked the fact that I could make her orgasm at any time and that was a big turn on being in control of her like that.
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The first time someone I was chatting with on Lit told me she enjoyed forced orgasms, I said, "Huh? How can you force an orgasm?" She explained that it essentially meant bringing someone to a climax repeatedly, past the point where one would normally stop (and possibly past the point where one is asked to stop, this of course assuming that there is a safeword in place that the sub has not invoked).
I have to admit that the idea of not letting up on a woman's pleasure is intriguing.
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I was fortunate enough to find a woman who could keep up with me in the bedroom for two and a half decades. We were both in our respective sexual primes, and both (perhaps) a little arrogant. But, for good reason as none of our previous lovers had been able to handle us. We made a laughing bet about which of us could outlast the other. When the day finally came, we retired to a hotel room in Dallas. It took seventy-two hours, but we emerged from that hotel room with both of us limping, but both of us smiling. And me the uncontested winner. Not that she minded losing.
That was a few decades ago. And for quite a while after she died, I would make certain to add the proviso in any comments I made on here (or elsewhere) about sex-scapades that I didn't know if I could still do that. That it had been a couple of years before she died that my wife was even able to engage in "vanilla" sex. Also that not only am I quite a bit older now, but I'm also afflicted with Parkinson's Disease with Central Pain Syndrome and Essential Tremors complications. The thing is, there are certain things such as blade play or suspension rigging that I won't even try anymore. But, I had some doubts about whether I could do even the safer play that I once had to those same levels. After all, I could once run a five-minute mile, but now it takes me a good forty-five minutes to limp that far on my cane when I need something from the store.
Then again, it didn't so much matter as long as I was contained to internet and telephone interactions.
Some shit went on that I've covered elsewhere ad nauseum. The only part that is germane is that when one little subbie tried to come back to me, I challenged her to put her body where her mouth was and deliver her delicate body under my hands or else to shut the hell up about how she wanted to be mine.
And she took me up on it.
While she was driving down, I had something of a panic attack. She was going to put her body where her mouth was. Now it was time for me to put mine on the line as well.
As it happened, a wise little kitten was there while I was freaking the hell out. She brushed the cookie crumbs from her whiskers and imparted this sage advice, "you know what to do. Knowledge is always going to trump physical. Without the knowledge, the physical means nothing. With the knowledge, you can figure out ways around the absence of the physical."
(She also volunteered to be my safe call in case the pretty little thing turned out to be a psychotic guy with a gun.)
I let that wise kitten go back to her cookies, logged off, and spent the next little while meditating on what she had said. And otherwise mentally preparing myself as well as I could.
I hadn't managed when a phone call alerted me that she was pulling onto my street. I hadn't managed as I limped myself out to my driveway on my walking stick in nothing but a pair of cotton shorts. I hadn't managed as she pulled into my drive-way, shut the car off, and opened the car door.
But, as I leaned in the car and captured her lips with mine for the first time, while pressing my hand between her thighs, something long dislocated snapped back into place. That wise cookie munching kitten was correct. I did know what I was doing. And knowing is 90% of the battle.
I got her and her three suitcases inside, shut and locked the door. And before she could even set her purse down, had her bent over with her shorts and panties around her knees and rocking through her first orgasm. By the time she had been inside my home for five minutes, all of her clothes were pooled around her feet, and I was helping her step out of them and walk out of the kitchen to the main room, where I took a seat at one of the dining chairs and pressed her to her knees to take me in her mouth for the first time...
...and hit a snag. For the first time in my life, my cock wasn't springing from full soft to nail-driving hard in less than thirty seconds.
Fortunately, being a woman over thirty that had a child and had been on a long road trip, she was too distracted by a need for a bathroom to notice that I hadn't been responding like a teenager to her sweet mouth.
While the bathroom door was closed, I had a... call it a visitation from a wise kitten sitting on the dining table, brushing cookie crumbs from her whiskers (and being insufferably smug about it), who told me "you know what to do. Make it work for you."
For the next forty-some-odd hours (we lost track), I worked her over with every tool in my arsenal. As well as the ones she had filled one of those three suitcases with. Neither of us could tell you how many orgasms she had total as both of us were "in the zone."
I did manage to get hard. And I did fuck her pussy and her mouth (her ass needed more training to get it ready for me, so not that trip). But,...
But, I've always been a bit strange. Strange for a guy, and particularly strange for a Dominant.
I view her cum, her climax as a badge of her submission to me. Of her surrender.
Conversely, I view my cum as a reward for her for a job well done. A reward that she has to not only earn, but beg for. Else, she doesn't get it.
So, there were several times that I was fucking her, she would orgasm, and as her orgasm was fading, I would change the pace and hardness to drive that orgasm to a higher pitch. And other times, I would pull out completely and either use my hands and mouth or reach for toys to keep her going.
She passed out several times. Each time she did, I would either cuddle her and stroke her, or else move to my chair beside the bed and burn a smoke while I watched over her, until she would start to stir, and then I would be right back at her, bringing her fully back awake with yet another orgasm.
I kept her hydrated. She drank two-thirds of a case of bottled water that I held a straw to her lips for her (since she was, after all, tied up at the time).
We didn't pause for food for those couple of days. I didn't actually eat at all (which she was vexed about once she realized), but I fed her finger foods at intervals that I'd prepared ahead of time. Primarily fruits for the hydration and the simple sugars. Most often with toys tied in place on her bound body or inserted to keep her primed, if not actively cumming, while I fed her.
More than once, she passed out with the vibrating dildos still in her ass and pussy and I would sit in my chair and burn a smoke while I watched her quiver and shiver in her sleep.
Finally, she told me she needed to stop. Begged me for mercy.
Which was what I'd been waiting for. What I'd been working towards.
I untied her, but didn't let her up just yet, instead crawling up her body and positioning my cock. "Do you remember your safeword?"
"Um. Yes." She blinked at me.
"Do you want to use it?" I asked.
"What?! No! I-... Oh, fuck!" (I'd just pressed my cock deep into her drooling kitty.) "I don't know how much more I can take!"
Music to my ears.
"You know how to stop me," I crooned as I started moving in and out of her. "If you don't, I'm just going to keep fucking you. Keep making you cum. Over and over and over again until you pass out. Then I'll fuck you back awake and keep fucking you 'til you pass out again."
Sadly, I'm not what I once was. I was only able to fuck her through eight more orgasms and passing out twice more, her insisting that she couldn't cum any more, that she couldn't take anymore the entire time, before I had to relent. I was getting tired, you see. And I still needed to see to her aftercare (which should never be an afterthought).
I took her to the shower and bathed her. (Mostly behaving myself. I only teased her a little.) I had her get dressed and took her to a nice Italian restaurant (to carb load) and then shopping, then back to my place where I stripped those clothes off her and nestled her down in my bed, in my loving embrace and dozed as I watched over her sleep until the next morning.
Obviously, sex was off the menu that day. Although, I didn't tell her that. We went out, again. This time to a state park and a couple of museums and out to eat again. I would not allow her out of my reach the entire time. Constantly touching her and caressing her. I was careful to keep my hands away from anything that might be sore.
However, I did play with her mind quite a bit, using my voice and my words to keep her on edge. And surprised her as she had a few... mini-after-shocks throughout the day.
When we returned home, since I'd ascertained that we were past the danger-zone for drop and I could finally allow myself to really rest, I passed the fuck out. (Scared the shit out of her, actually, when she tried to wake me and couldn't until I'd rested enough.)
When I woke again, I allowed her to entertain herself by trying on multiple outfits for me (that I hadn't given her a chance to before then) while we had a debriefing that turned into a class.
First, and foremost, was that a safeword exists for any time things are too intense, not just when it is pain or fear. And that they are there to be used. That there is no shame in safewording, especially when a Dom(me) has told you, in no uncertain terms, that they are seeking your limits, and will continue to push until you do.
Then I had to explain how what I'd done to her (with her and for her) was actually a form of CNC (Consensual Non-Consent) just as much as the "captured slave girl" fantasy that she'd shared when we had discussed her safewords.
She was a tad disappointed when I informed her that when she gave her consent for consensual "non-consent," that I, as her consented Dominant got to determine just how we did it, and I had determined to take it a different route than ripping her clothes off with her arms pinned and taking her as she said "No!" and struggled. At least that trip.
Which was really just as well since we did do it the next trip and it was forty-five seconds from "No! No! No!" to "Oh, fuck yes!" Then again, I did cheat outrageously by learning all her buttons during our forced orgasm session to be used at my will.
We also talked about the dislocated feeling that she had, when she lost all track of time and what was happening, when she wasn't sure anymore if she was asleep and dreaming, or if it was really happening. Like her consciousness was floating outside her body...
And, I was just informed that I may not know all her buttons yet. That we may have to go through it all again. "After all, we do want to be thorough, right?"
Little scamp!
Excuse me, but it seems a training session is in order, to remind her not only who is Boss, but why.
Don't look for me for a couple of days.
That was a few decades ago. And for quite a while after she died, I would make certain to add the proviso in any comments I made on here (or elsewhere) about sex-scapades that I didn't know if I could still do that. That it had been a couple of years before she died that my wife was even able to engage in "vanilla" sex. Also that not only am I quite a bit older now, but I'm also afflicted with Parkinson's Disease with Central Pain Syndrome and Essential Tremors complications. The thing is, there are certain things such as blade play or suspension rigging that I won't even try anymore. But, I had some doubts about whether I could do even the safer play that I once had to those same levels. After all, I could once run a five-minute mile, but now it takes me a good forty-five minutes to limp that far on my cane when I need something from the store.
Then again, it didn't so much matter as long as I was contained to internet and telephone interactions.
Some shit went on that I've covered elsewhere ad nauseum. The only part that is germane is that when one little subbie tried to come back to me, I challenged her to put her body where her mouth was and deliver her delicate body under my hands or else to shut the hell up about how she wanted to be mine.
And she took me up on it.
While she was driving down, I had something of a panic attack. She was going to put her body where her mouth was. Now it was time for me to put mine on the line as well.
As it happened, a wise little kitten was there while I was freaking the hell out. She brushed the cookie crumbs from her whiskers and imparted this sage advice, "you know what to do. Knowledge is always going to trump physical. Without the knowledge, the physical means nothing. With the knowledge, you can figure out ways around the absence of the physical."
(She also volunteered to be my safe call in case the pretty little thing turned out to be a psychotic guy with a gun.)
I let that wise kitten go back to her cookies, logged off, and spent the next little while meditating on what she had said. And otherwise mentally preparing myself as well as I could.
I hadn't managed when a phone call alerted me that she was pulling onto my street. I hadn't managed as I limped myself out to my driveway on my walking stick in nothing but a pair of cotton shorts. I hadn't managed as she pulled into my drive-way, shut the car off, and opened the car door.
But, as I leaned in the car and captured her lips with mine for the first time, while pressing my hand between her thighs, something long dislocated snapped back into place. That wise cookie munching kitten was correct. I did know what I was doing. And knowing is 90% of the battle.
I got her and her three suitcases inside, shut and locked the door. And before she could even set her purse down, had her bent over with her shorts and panties around her knees and rocking through her first orgasm. By the time she had been inside my home for five minutes, all of her clothes were pooled around her feet, and I was helping her step out of them and walk out of the kitchen to the main room, where I took a seat at one of the dining chairs and pressed her to her knees to take me in her mouth for the first time...
...and hit a snag. For the first time in my life, my cock wasn't springing from full soft to nail-driving hard in less than thirty seconds.
Fortunately, being a woman over thirty that had a child and had been on a long road trip, she was too distracted by a need for a bathroom to notice that I hadn't been responding like a teenager to her sweet mouth.
While the bathroom door was closed, I had a... call it a visitation from a wise kitten sitting on the dining table, brushing cookie crumbs from her whiskers (and being insufferably smug about it), who told me "you know what to do. Make it work for you."
For the next forty-some-odd hours (we lost track), I worked her over with every tool in my arsenal. As well as the ones she had filled one of those three suitcases with. Neither of us could tell you how many orgasms she had total as both of us were "in the zone."
I did manage to get hard. And I did fuck her pussy and her mouth (her ass needed more training to get it ready for me, so not that trip). But,...
But, I've always been a bit strange. Strange for a guy, and particularly strange for a Dominant.
I view her cum, her climax as a badge of her submission to me. Of her surrender.
Conversely, I view my cum as a reward for her for a job well done. A reward that she has to not only earn, but beg for. Else, she doesn't get it.
So, there were several times that I was fucking her, she would orgasm, and as her orgasm was fading, I would change the pace and hardness to drive that orgasm to a higher pitch. And other times, I would pull out completely and either use my hands and mouth or reach for toys to keep her going.
She passed out several times. Each time she did, I would either cuddle her and stroke her, or else move to my chair beside the bed and burn a smoke while I watched over her, until she would start to stir, and then I would be right back at her, bringing her fully back awake with yet another orgasm.
I kept her hydrated. She drank two-thirds of a case of bottled water that I held a straw to her lips for her (since she was, after all, tied up at the time).
We didn't pause for food for those couple of days. I didn't actually eat at all (which she was vexed about once she realized), but I fed her finger foods at intervals that I'd prepared ahead of time. Primarily fruits for the hydration and the simple sugars. Most often with toys tied in place on her bound body or inserted to keep her primed, if not actively cumming, while I fed her.
More than once, she passed out with the vibrating dildos still in her ass and pussy and I would sit in my chair and burn a smoke while I watched her quiver and shiver in her sleep.
Finally, she told me she needed to stop. Begged me for mercy.
Which was what I'd been waiting for. What I'd been working towards.
I untied her, but didn't let her up just yet, instead crawling up her body and positioning my cock. "Do you remember your safeword?"
"Um. Yes." She blinked at me.
"Do you want to use it?" I asked.
"What?! No! I-... Oh, fuck!" (I'd just pressed my cock deep into her drooling kitty.) "I don't know how much more I can take!"
Music to my ears.
"You know how to stop me," I crooned as I started moving in and out of her. "If you don't, I'm just going to keep fucking you. Keep making you cum. Over and over and over again until you pass out. Then I'll fuck you back awake and keep fucking you 'til you pass out again."
Sadly, I'm not what I once was. I was only able to fuck her through eight more orgasms and passing out twice more, her insisting that she couldn't cum any more, that she couldn't take anymore the entire time, before I had to relent. I was getting tired, you see. And I still needed to see to her aftercare (which should never be an afterthought).
I took her to the shower and bathed her. (Mostly behaving myself. I only teased her a little.) I had her get dressed and took her to a nice Italian restaurant (to carb load) and then shopping, then back to my place where I stripped those clothes off her and nestled her down in my bed, in my loving embrace and dozed as I watched over her sleep until the next morning.
Obviously, sex was off the menu that day. Although, I didn't tell her that. We went out, again. This time to a state park and a couple of museums and out to eat again. I would not allow her out of my reach the entire time. Constantly touching her and caressing her. I was careful to keep my hands away from anything that might be sore.
However, I did play with her mind quite a bit, using my voice and my words to keep her on edge. And surprised her as she had a few... mini-after-shocks throughout the day.
When we returned home, since I'd ascertained that we were past the danger-zone for drop and I could finally allow myself to really rest, I passed the fuck out. (Scared the shit out of her, actually, when she tried to wake me and couldn't until I'd rested enough.)
When I woke again, I allowed her to entertain herself by trying on multiple outfits for me (that I hadn't given her a chance to before then) while we had a debriefing that turned into a class.
First, and foremost, was that a safeword exists for any time things are too intense, not just when it is pain or fear. And that they are there to be used. That there is no shame in safewording, especially when a Dom(me) has told you, in no uncertain terms, that they are seeking your limits, and will continue to push until you do.
Then I had to explain how what I'd done to her (with her and for her) was actually a form of CNC (Consensual Non-Consent) just as much as the "captured slave girl" fantasy that she'd shared when we had discussed her safewords.
She was a tad disappointed when I informed her that when she gave her consent for consensual "non-consent," that I, as her consented Dominant got to determine just how we did it, and I had determined to take it a different route than ripping her clothes off with her arms pinned and taking her as she said "No!" and struggled. At least that trip.
Which was really just as well since we did do it the next trip and it was forty-five seconds from "No! No! No!" to "Oh, fuck yes!" Then again, I did cheat outrageously by learning all her buttons during our forced orgasm session to be used at my will.
We also talked about the dislocated feeling that she had, when she lost all track of time and what was happening, when she wasn't sure anymore if she was asleep and dreaming, or if it was really happening. Like her consciousness was floating outside her body...
And, I was just informed that I may not know all her buttons yet. That we may have to go through it all again. "After all, we do want to be thorough, right?"
Little scamp!
Excuse me, but it seems a training session is in order, to remind her not only who is Boss, but why.
Don't look for me for a couple of days.
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If you're a Sub and on the receiving end vaginally or otherwise, especially in a group situation and maybe 'rape roleplay' the word 'NO' won't stop anything!
You must always pre-arrange a 'Safe Word' with everyone involved before sex begins and make them repeat it back x can be anything x I've had many and my main one used to be 'DANGER' also used 'BANANA' before. can be anything you choose x x x
You must always pre-arrange a 'Safe Word' with everyone involved before sex begins and make them repeat it back x can be anything x I've had many and my main one used to be 'DANGER' also used 'BANANA' before. can be anything you choose x x x
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It has a lot to do with compatibility. A couple must be at ease with each other and the one forcing the orgasms must know what triggers an orgasm in his partner. It requires keeping your partner aroused, even if she doesn't seem to want to be. Mental and physical stimulation in ways and areas that arouse her will work, but it takes more than just talking and touching...it requires attitude and submission.
Sometimes it's best to delay an orgasm to make it last longer, by controlling the touch and mental stimulation of someone. Again, it requires the couple to be at ease with each other, and aware of what each partner likes and doesn't like.
Sometimes bondage helps the situation, controlling the submissive in both a mental and physical way. The mental part takes practice, but with some time, you can get it mastered. Of course, the physical also takes some time, but if you've been with your partner for a period of time, you should already know the physical things that arouse her. This can also work for a male sub, by changing the obvious.
Delaying an orgasm can be a lot of fun and once you've done it for a while, I think forcing an orgasm would be possible, too. It's like playing a musical instrument, really. Learning how to play that special tune that works.
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I have given a few women forced orgasms. it is a big turn on for me. They all loved it. And enjoyed it several more times at later dates.
My first time experiencing it. I was with someone that orgasmed easily. I had her laying across the bed, legs spread. Started with lots of foreplay, kissing, light touching, licking. Getting her extremely turned on. She was begging me to fuck her. But I had other plans in mind. Her first two orgasms where from my licking her clit. Then I switched to fingering her to orgasm a few more times. Then a vibe on her clit. This sent her over the edge with her biggest orgasm. And back to back to back to back orgasms. After the next several orgasms, she said she couldn't take it anymore. I knew she could. I let up for a moment then went back to licking her clit to orgasm. And back to the vibe. I continued for several more minutes making her orgasms turn into a single 10 minute orgasm. Then it was time for me to get off. Every stroke inside her quivering pussy got me so turned on. I pumped her slow and then fast, slow then fast. Enjoying every moment with my play thing. She was begging me to stop. Writhing in ecstasy. This made me orgasm hard. When we finished she told me she had an outer body experience and have never orgasmed that much in her life. Several hours later she said she was still having mini orgasms. That made my devilish mind smile. I knew I had to come up with something better next time.
The next several experiences I've tied my partners up with bdsm cuffs strapped to the bed. So they can't close their legs and have to take what I dish out. This has been enjoyed by both of us. A few of them have squirted for the first time with the intense orgasms.
I have also played with some of my girlfriends. Making her withhold her orgasm. Getting her to the edge and stopping. She has to tell me when she is almost there. Makes for a fun game to play. And when I finally allow her to orgasm it is a BIG ONE or a few!!!
My first time experiencing it. I was with someone that orgasmed easily. I had her laying across the bed, legs spread. Started with lots of foreplay, kissing, light touching, licking. Getting her extremely turned on. She was begging me to fuck her. But I had other plans in mind. Her first two orgasms where from my licking her clit. Then I switched to fingering her to orgasm a few more times. Then a vibe on her clit. This sent her over the edge with her biggest orgasm. And back to back to back to back orgasms. After the next several orgasms, she said she couldn't take it anymore. I knew she could. I let up for a moment then went back to licking her clit to orgasm. And back to the vibe. I continued for several more minutes making her orgasms turn into a single 10 minute orgasm. Then it was time for me to get off. Every stroke inside her quivering pussy got me so turned on. I pumped her slow and then fast, slow then fast. Enjoying every moment with my play thing. She was begging me to stop. Writhing in ecstasy. This made me orgasm hard. When we finished she told me she had an outer body experience and have never orgasmed that much in her life. Several hours later she said she was still having mini orgasms. That made my devilish mind smile. I knew I had to come up with something better next time.
The next several experiences I've tied my partners up with bdsm cuffs strapped to the bed. So they can't close their legs and have to take what I dish out. This has been enjoyed by both of us. A few of them have squirted for the first time with the intense orgasms.
I have also played with some of my girlfriends. Making her withhold her orgasm. Getting her to the edge and stopping. She has to tell me when she is almost there. Makes for a fun game to play. And when I finally allow her to orgasm it is a BIG ONE or a few!!!
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eroticspank
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Usually the person is tied up or restrained to a bed. In my case I had to pay attention to her first orgasm. If it was a big one we had to wait until she was ready to go again because her clit was too sensitive. But that was easy because I would caress and play with other parts of her body until she was ready again.
Another thing I learned was to give her a quick orgasm first so she was not too sensitive and then she could cum again quicker. Plus if the first orgasm was quick she would not get the "one and done" feeling because it was not a big orgasm. Originally she didn't want to cum so quickly for that exact reason, that she would lose desire. I forced her to cum and she realized I was correct, she could cum more and didn't lose desire.
Still, if the person is tied up you can make them orgasm whether their mind wants to or not. It is just a physical reaction to stimulation.
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I started a one and done girls out with one oral and the second a squirting gspot. She never squirted before, but loved it when she did. After the squirt her clit would take another O just fine. The more she came the more she accepted the sensitive if I was careful. Later she wanted to be tied and spanked.
Tied her up with a Hitachi under her clit. made her say harder after every spank until it was what she wanted. The random spank got around the sensitivity.
Also tied her to make her cum too many times and use don't stop as a safe word. What was funny is she could not say any word.
You just have to listen to the pussy.
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I believe this varies greatly on you and your partner. It's something that needs to feel comfortable between the two of you. For a very long time I was never able to orgasm more than twice. I never allowed myself to do more than that... I'm not really sure why. It just always seemed like enough. I've also had partners in the past that would deny me for so long that once one orgasm came, I didn't feel capable of doing any more. The first time I let go and had the right partner to make it happen they started flowing like water On the sub side, you really need to let go and let it happen. It can be difficult to let that go. Once it happens though there is no turning back! Now that I know I am miltiorgasmic, I'm as needy as ever
On the sub side, you really need to let go and let it happen. It can be difficult to let that go. Once it happens though there is no turning back! Now that I know I am miltiorgasmic, I'm as needy as ever I'm so interested in this too. I would love someone to force a second one for me. I've tried to keep going after my first orgasm while masturbating, but I give up too quickly. About to read all these comments to find out if it's possible for someone else to force an orgasm on you after your first
This is totally why I'm into too, except kind of the opposite of you I guess. I love it when the man takes control. So the idea of having one orgasm and still being so sensitive while someone tries to force me to cum again sounds magical
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I am a huge fan of forced orgasm!! #1Do not do anything unless both parties are equally interested, there has to me a mutual trust and respect. 2 I would suggest having a safe word just incase the other person wishes to back, next I would start by helping them get past the one and done by building them up to it. Doesn't matter if its oral, hand or the act its self. Take them to the edge of coming and then back off and then repeat till you allow them to cum! This builds the sensation to want to cum. I love to here the begging to let them com but that may just be me. Once you have achieved this I would attempt multiple forced .... have fun and enjoy.
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This is totally why I'm into too, except kind of the opposite of you I guess. I love it when the man takes control. So the idea of having one orgasm and still being so sensitive while someone tries to force me to cum again sounds magical
I actually like being on both sides of this scene, the one in control and the one being made to lose control.
Why wouldn't everyone want more orgasms, it sounds great right? Well, just remember there may be some pain involved, hyper sensitivity, and the biggest part for me is not being in control. It is a mind fuck. That is the big turn on for me. You know you will have an orgasm, more than one, more than two, you just have no idea when it is going to happen because someone else has control over it.
You may find yourself wanting to cum VERY bad but it is not happening, the person in control decides when. You may find yourself cumming very quickly and not want to cum, but again you have no control. You may even find your body doing things it never did before, which could be embarrassing, humiliating, still no control. The whole time your mind just watches and records the scene.
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The language makes no sense for this activity. It’s definitely not forced.
In true force..yes an orgasm would happen eventually. In the same way orgasm happens in sexually abusive scenarios. I’ve been in a scenario where I’ve been completely exhausted, body completely numb and sexually non responsive..fallen asleep and then I’ve woken up bordering on orgasm (usually sleep sex wakes you up much earlier but I was that exhausted..). I’ve then orgasmed gone back to sleep and been woken up again by orgasm.
It’s a slow torture. When it’s being forced from you and your body is being used against you. Sex toys are the worst for this imo because my body will just take over completely if it’s in the optimum spot on clit. Hip buckling and everything. Don’t get me wrong the orgasm feels good but it’s a level of torture too
In true force..yes an orgasm would happen eventually. In the same way orgasm happens in sexually abusive scenarios. I’ve been in a scenario where I’ve been completely exhausted, body completely numb and sexually non responsive..fallen asleep and then I’ve woken up bordering on orgasm (usually sleep sex wakes you up much earlier but I was that exhausted..). I’ve then orgasmed gone back to sleep and been woken up again by orgasm.
It’s a slow torture. When it’s being forced from you and your body is being used against you. Sex toys are the worst for this imo because my body will just take over completely if it’s in the optimum spot on clit. Hip buckling and everything. Don’t get me wrong the orgasm feels good but it’s a level of torture too
spawnofdavey
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Yeah.. there are times when, as a man I want to be the one being 'tortured' like this..
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You make a good point, it could be called torture. That is why in my opinion it is a mind fuck. It feels good but it is also torture because you have no control over it, and as I mentioned before there also can be pain.
I saw an old movie many years ago I think it was called "Barbarella" with Jane Fonda as the main character. Anyway, they had her tied up and were going to kill her by hooking her up to an orgasm machine! Well it is the movies so she had so many orgasms that she "broke" the machine I imagine because she has such an amazing capacity for sex, so she got free. Hahahaha.
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Despite my slightly grumpy response above, one of my favourite ever lit stories is about a character being hooked to a machine that gets more intense if you don’t respond. It’s been a source of inspiration quite a lot since I read it so the details of the actual storyline are kind of lost to me but I’ve replicated it more than once. Discovered that trying not to make a sound even when alone really ramps up the feeling..and orgasm feels a lot more intense when that release is combined with finally being allowed to make a sound 
I tried this with my wife when we first got together. We were traveling, I was driving. I worked on her, got her pants open and played very gently. After her first orgasm, she grabbed my hand and made me stop moving. After a few minutes, she eased up and I began again, very gently. She responded and came again, then grabbed my hand. We did this for and while and she had 13 orgasms. When she recovered, she said she had always been a one and done gal. She said she really enjoyed this and now has no problem having multiple orgasms. Not that many but, three or four is now the norm. Nothing forced here, just some gentle loving.
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I think this is beautiful - that you're asking for advice.
I think it's very important to have open, honest discussions about anything and everything that we want/need in the bedroom.
I know for myself, I didn't know I was capable of multiple orgasms, until my long-term partner and I started really discussing what I liked in the bedroom. At that point in time, I didn't really know - I'd never had a partner that was interested in my needs before. This led to some sexploration *slaps knee* and some pretty fun discoveries about myself - all with the use of a safe word.
I wish you much luck on your journey - and hope this leads to some fun discoveries about you and your partner.
I think it's very important to have open, honest discussions about anything and everything that we want/need in the bedroom.
I know for myself, I didn't know I was capable of multiple orgasms, until my long-term partner and I started really discussing what I liked in the bedroom. At that point in time, I didn't really know - I'd never had a partner that was interested in my needs before. This led to some sexploration *slaps knee* and some pretty fun discoveries about myself - all with the use of a safe word.
I wish you much luck on your journey - and hope this leads to some fun discoveries about you and your partner.
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The solution: Bondage.
I've only had this problem with one lover. So one time I tied her up and, alternating between oral sex and a Hitachi vibrator, made her come about five times in a row, After her first orgasm, she begged me to stop because it was so intense (I found the begging quite a turn on myself). After the second orgasm, however, she had acclimated to it and enjoyed all the pleasure.
This pattern always repeated and I would always have to "force" a second orgasm with her, but not a third ot fourth. She came to love it and beg for it whenever we got together.
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Can't believe I missed this. Jada in my hands ... deliciously helpless ...
Has anyone ever used one of those fucking machines to schedule multiple orgasms? I don't remember what they're called, but is basically a big dildo attached to a machine that moves it in and out. Theres a remote to change speed, etc. I would love to hear about any experiences anyone has had
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