Body Worship & Praise

adoration sessions. In this episode, imagine waking up in the dead of a knight to a worshiped plea, only to surrender your body completely used desire and left craving more years later. A fantasy of being an altar for a starving man, his hands and mouthed reverent in his gratitude, filling over in every slow, savoring touch, and from the bath house to the bedroom, a hot life checks off her bucket list with crowd of admirers, but it's only

one man's trembling worship that makes it sacred. That and so so much more. Tonight questions comes from a proud boyfriend exploring a praise dom and orgasm denial for the first time, Nikki, I'd love to hear your thoughts or an early experiences of you or your listeners had with orgasm denial. How did it feel for the first few times? Any favorite ways to build the teas in denial without

feeling too arsh? Pitfalls to watch out for when you're just starting ideas taking it further, maybe longer, longer holds, public teasing, and maybe some reward systems. Do you guys practice in teas and denial those of you've listened for a really long time? No, I am a complete bitch. When I get worked up, I am. I'm a I would say bratty. I have one hundred braddy abe. Do you do you okay? And would you rather be on the giving teas and denial side or the receiving I'm

great at giving. Oh, I love to give. That was my favorite thing working on the lines. When someone wanted to be edged in das, those were my favorite calls. You know, there's there's a guy that says he can edge for twelve hours, and I'm like, what max a week? The darcy says his I think after a few days he does wet dreams, so he has to. I think he does like every other day and drinks off the brit He beats you in your record deal. We'll have to ask him about it. Like me, my molars get

a lot of pressure in them. Not only do I get cranky, my molars in the back get real big pressure. Like I'm not a toothache, just pressure, like you know how like you're coming down from a plane, you get the pressure in your jaw. It's like that twenty one days as of today. Oh, I'm smiling. I love to play with the caged ones. I'm just gonna put that out there right now. There is this toy and I cannot think of the name of it. If I think

of it, I'll put it in the chat. But I've played with the guy that would wrap it around him and it looks like a big sperm to me. But it's pink, it's hot pink, and I think it's a lush. I have a lush to lush too. But he would wrap it around with a medical tape, so you know. But he was waxed down there or shaved so it didn't get caught in any hair, and he would put the the head of the sperm. It kind of got a little point, put it right at the base of his cock, and he would let me tease him. He

give me full remote control. I'm went just thinking of it. I miss him. So I think we've answered these What I'm gonna ask anyway, what was your most memorable early experience with orgasm denial? How did it mix with the frustration anticipation? Change your dynamic A wand? I find the wands are too strong. I have both the magic wand and a Doxy. The doxy was a gift when I was over in the UK from a listener and it has a UK plug, so I only get to play

with it when I go to the UK. But it's amazing and the other is okay, but I prefer my doxy. Do you have a doxy? I don't know if she'd be able to tease you in your cage. It's I find it more stronger than a magic wand. And what's one creative way you've built teas without crossing into harsh territory? And how did it heighten the praise element? Got it? So when she teases you with denial with your remote or vibe, I guess we're saying here, does she praise

you as well? Do you like being humiliated and degradated and stuff like that, or is it just teased in denial? You enjoy the healmation aspect. We have several large toys that have we have to use on her. Well she vibes.

There is a toy out there and if I find it, I'll send it to you that it kind of goes around your cage, depending on what kind of cage you have, and it's a grinder for her, but it also vibes and it vibes both of you, so it can vibe your cop because she's grinding her fucking I'll have to find it and send it to you. And no, they're not They're not a sponsor or anything like that. I just kind of stumbled across it. Yeah, I'll send it to you before we dive into the stories tonight. Here's

a riddle to keep your mind occupied. I'll reveal the answer as always at the end. You stick your pull inside me, then furiously work me back and forth until something white shoots out. What am I abe? Is a genius at these By the way, watch him, he'll guess in two seconds. I'm kidding. I think he hates me when I do these up times up, abe, you know what time it is, guys, It is time to sit back, relax,

Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries. Of course, you guys make me forget floor of these erotic fantasies with people just like you and me. You know, there's sometimes I do go completely blank on that and I have to go back where I wrote it in like the very very very very first episode in season one. It's like I forget there's some things that are the same throughout everything, and I completely just go blank. So

forgive me on that one. I read, abes, I'm horrible at these you know what try This is why I should not read chat while I'm trying to read. So I know you haven't been here and this is your first time, so you're more than welcome to interact talk about the confession while I'm reading. I block the chat because as you can see why, I go completely blank. And how fun you two, Dear Nikki. I still get

wet just thinking about it, even years later. Back then, I was out drinking with friends and by the end of the night I ended up crashing at one of the guy's places. We were sharing a bed, nothing planned, just two people too tired and buzzed to care about boundaries. I fell asleep on my side, facing away from him. In the middle of the night. I woke up to his breath hot against my hair. I'm so fucking horny,

he whispered, I want you. My heart slammed in my chest, but instead of pulling away, I murmured back, half asleep, half days, do whatever you want, Annie did. His hand slid under my shirt and found my tits immediately. He squeezed them hard, twisted my nipples until they ached in the best way, pinching just enough to make me bite my lip to stay quiet. I could feel how rock hard he was pressing right against my ass through our clothes, grinding slow and deliberate, like he was trying to memorize

my shape of me. My pussy throbbed, even though he hadn't touched me there yet. He grabbed my hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock, thick, pulsing, already leaking. He used my hand like a toy, stroking himself with it while he kept playing with my breast, tugging and rolling my nipples. Until I was squirming against him without meaning to. Then he shifted. He climbed over me, penning me face down on to the mattress, and started dry

humping my ass through the thin pajama pants. The fiction was filthy, his dick sliding up and down my crack, the fabric bunching and catching his weight, pressing me deeper into the bed. I felt so used, so objectified, in the dark, and God I left every second of it. My clip was swollen and aching from the pressure alone. But he never went under my clothes. He just rattled against me like an animal until he came hard, groaning low in my ear and soaking the back of my pants.

He rolled off. We both pretended to fall back to sleep, and we never spoke about it again, not once. But I think about it constantly when I'm alone, fingers between my legs. I replay the way he took what he wanted while I was half dreaming, The way he used my body without asking for permission after the first whispered yes. The dirtiness of it, the secrecy, the fact that I was basically just a warm hole for him to grind on. It still makes me come harder than almost anything else.

I like being touched while I sleep. I like feeling helpless and desired at the same time. I crave for that feeling again so badly. Do you think there's something wrong with me for still getting off to it years later? Thanks for listening, Nikki, your secret admire There's something very hot about the surrender without full consent, if you're with somebody you actually trust and and giving that yes, you know,

half a sleep and they take advantage of it. I have a question for him, though, or her, what's it about that feeling of being used in secrecy that still hits so hard for you years later? I think I can answer that for it's just the raw need of it from somebody, the raw need that you're right there and they're going to use you for whatever sexual gratification, and sometimes that can be hot. Well, actually, I think

always as long as there's consent involved. And for you listening, have you ever replayed a half sleep encounter like this in your fantasies? And what makes it so intoxicated? All? Thank you? Caged. Yeah, if I've told a lot of people this, if you meet me in person, this is exactly what you're going to get. I'm I don't know how to fake it. I mean, not even an orgasm. I don't even know how to fake well. I do for bone sex, that is, but not like in real life.

So have we ever had someone take advantage? I don't even want to say that because consent was given. So what do you guys think? Oh see, I like both. I prefer the one waking the person up. There's just something happened of I don't know. I mean it's happened, trust me. Like at two thirty in the morning, they rolled over and just went to town which I was half asleep, and came very hard and was properly fucked.

And I've done the reversal where they're asleep and look them up with my mouth and may or may not have just wrote them into wakeness. So that's my story and I'm sticking with it. Ay, what about you, Dear Nikki, I've been I'm single for longer than I care to admit, and honestlying, the hook ups and dating apps just leave me feeling him, Dear. What I really egg for isn't

just sex. It's to be worshiped. To find a man who hasn't touched a woman in months, maybe even years or more, some pinned up, starving who looks at my body like it's the first real thing he's seen in forever. I fantasize about him walking through my door after too long alone, eyes wide, hands trembling a little because he can't believe this is happening. He doesn't rush, He savors. He drops to his knees like it's a holy ground, presses the face against my stomach, and hails me like

the oxygen he's been denied. His mouth traces every curve, slowly kissing the soft skin under my breast, licking the dip of my waist, nuzzling my thighs until I'm shaking. He's been hours there, tongue slow and reverent, fingers parting me like I'm a delicate and priceless whispering how beautiful I am, how perfect, How he's dreamed of a woman who lets him lose control like this, No performance, no ego,

just pure desperate devotion. He'd make me come again and again, not stopping until I'm boneless, until he's trembling from holding back his own release, just so he can keep tasting me. Then when he finally slides inside, it's with his broken groan, like he's coming home after years away, deep slow thrust at first, eyes locked on mine, telling me how good I feel, how wet, how tight, how he's never felt

anything like this. He'd bury his face in my neck, murmuring thanks between kisses, hips rolling, like he's trying to memorize every inch. I want to be his alter, his obsession for one night, his everything after so much nothing. Is it so selfish to crave that kind of hunger directed at me, To want a man so deprived that my body becomes his salvation. I don't know, but it's the fantasy that keeps me up at night, fingers between

my legs, imagining grateful mouth and reverent hands. Thank you for creating a space where I can admit this, that loud nikki. Hearing other people's desires raw makes me feel less alone than mine. You're anonymous listener. We get a lot of anonymous listeners. Was saying, there's something about so you guys are getting a secret here. So there's something about a guy that hasn't been with a woman and quite sometime because of divorce or passing or whatever, and

sometimes they can forget. And it's very nice when somebody can teach them how to remember and where to touch, and they know. I never forget how to kiss. Ever, if a man's really been kissed or a woman, you never forget how to kiss. And I always say the better they kiss, the better they fuck. They can't. They can't. What's the word conquer kissing? How are they conquering it? And bad? Just saying you unless you just want, you know, in and out, in and out, in and out banging

you know that. I guess they can conquer that. Is there a specific moment in this fantasy where the worship feels like the most powerful? For you, my anonymous listener, it is very boring in and out and for you who are listening. What's your take? Is craving that level of hunger selfish? Or is it just human want to be someone's obsession? I think even in a relationship that is having sex natural. I think this part of us.

Do want to be an obsession for a day. There's nothing wrong with that, or you be day, be your vice versa. I'm not gonna you know, my brain, it's Saturday. There's yeah, I'll never I'll never understand a guy this as I fuck could and that's all they do, and I usually don't end up with those anyway, because just because you have a big dick doesn't mean you know how to use it properly. So there's that, dear niggy.

Monday was insane in the best possible way. I crossed not one, but two terms items off my sex bucket list. I'm still grinning like an absolute idiot. It was ninety nine percent perfection, and that one percent just me needing a breather because my body was wrecked in the most delicious way. Since my first gang bang with the Mister, We've hit the bathhouse a few more times, another small group thing him hooded and caged on a leash as everyone's eye can all sorts of fun, but the crowds

were usually small, variety limited. So Friday I got proactive. I posted online exactly when I'd be there and I'd be playing in the public areas. Strategy paid off big time. I showed up in the morning, barely settled into the hot tub before it hit max capacity six guys easily. After some flirty small talk, I headed upstairs, got dressed, thigh eyes the works, snapped a couple teasing shots from

mister and stepped out. I haven't even rounded the corner when I ran in straight into a a guy that I played with before, built like a tank, cocky as hell, but playful. Last time we went for hours. He teased and manhandled every inch came once, pinned me down, giggling when I tried to get up, got hard again, and kept going for a solid three hour marathon. In ten doesn't cover it. So now arms around his neck, hands in his hair, a deep hollow kiss, his hands on

my hips, pulling me close. We teased in a little corners until we noticed the circle of guys around us, towels tinted, stroking themselves. I asked if he wanted to play, that's why I came. He said, My room's right next to my favorite open play space, a big double bed cross swing bench with stocks. Some day I'll branch out

beyond the bed. A played with my ass the whole week walk over, and when I leaned to lay on the towel down, he yanked my hips back, ripped the towel away, hard cock pressing up against me, arm around my chest, fingers sliding inside while he nibbled my neck and ears. Boom. I came standing up cond on. He flucked me from behind. Two other guys joined in, groping, kissing, sucking everywhere while I stroke them. Ay hit might, bit my ears, fingers around my neck, pulled out, spun me

to suck him. Guys on my right asked to come on me topped down, tits out, He painted them a guided my head back, pushed me onto the bed. Fingered. One met an orgasm, then shut in, held still for I clenched and pulsed around him. He slipped out and let others take turns. One came inside in a condom, another pulled off to cover me. By then I was giggly playing with my clip while a few stroke me. Three more loads, and I called for a quick break.

They were sweet about it and backed off. A few minutes later Ay returned and had to leave for work. I grabbed his hand and guided it to my jaw, to my soaked pussy, begging him to take me, take me one more time. He did, thoroughly, pulled out to come on my thighs, kissed his little girl goodbye. I smacked a sigh with a towel. Who are you calling? Little? He cut my face, kiss my forehead, my favorite girl, half phone, I know I will. Two guys still hovering.

I turned to one who'd been contemplating me all morning long, thick hair, beard and older body shaking as he ran hands up and down my thighs. I had to take his hand and place it on my clip. You're a loud, he thanked me for existing voice trembling, sweetest tone ever.

I pulled his clock between my tits. He got anxious he'd come too fast, asked if I'd fuck someone else so he could last two Some months later, he was back, kissing my leg, hands everywhere, slid and gasping, even apologized adorable. I reassured him that not everyone gets Yes. Ladies, if you haven't let a man worship you do it. He kissed every inch, spent way more time licking, rubbing, adoring than thrusting, and was happier for it when it came. It felt sacred. After I took a break, we went

back to my room deep to debrief with mister. It was only ten am. Fuck bucket list gang bang in open play area with a crowd feeding off the energy and being truly worshiped by a starving, grateful guy who treated my body like a gift, both checked off in one epic morning. I feel alive, empowered and sore and all excuse me all the right places. Thank you for the space to share this without shame. Nikki, your show makes me feel like these wild, joyful adventures are normal

and worth celebrating. From a very satisfied housewife. Okay, housewife, how did blending the gang bang thrill with a genuine worship change the experience for you? I know all the gang bangs that we've gotten aren't very gentlemanly. I mean, they're just they're fucking right. It's just that's what it is, just straight out Ralph funking. And those that are listening and in the chats, have you ever felt scared, sacred, sorry, in a group setting without shifting it from fun to profound?

I don't either, Cage, I really doubt I can go off kind of what I think that I've never been had a gang bang or org or anything like that. It's hot to think about masturbate too, But far as I've ever gotten is watching porn. And I can tell you I don't think I've ever seen, not that it hasn't happened. I maybe don't look in that deep but a profound and body worshiping gang bang just saying it is very hot. Yeah, Abe, what about you? I don't

think i'd ever pulled the trigger. I'd watch, but I don't think i'd ever pulled the trigger to have one caged. I read the first two sentences or the first sentence on this next mine. I think you might like it. Yeah, same abe. Dear Nikki, I've been floating for days after what just happened last weekend. My boyfriend, sweet devoted, locked up cook that he is finally got the kind of worship session he's been begging for, and I got a

feeling an absolute goddess while doing it. We just finished a long, sweaty jem session together, me pushing heavy weights, him spotting and fetching my water like a good boy he is. I was drenched, tank top, clinging, hair plastered to my cheek, thigh slick. My size twelve feet were especially hot and sweaty inside my worn out lifting shoes. The second we got home, I kicked them off, peeled off my socks, and told him to get on his knees in the living room. He dropped instantly, his eyes

already glassy with a mix of hunger and humiliation. I love so much. I sat on the edge of the couch, legs spread, one sweaty foot dangling in front of his face. Lick. I said, no, please, no asking, just the command. He dove in like he's been starving, tongue flat against the sole of my right foot, long slow drags from heel to toes, moaning into my skin. He sucked each toe individually, swirling around them, tasting every bit of salt and effort

from the workout. I could feel his little locked cock straining useless in his cage against his thigh, his hands trembling as they held my ankle like it was so sacred. I let him worship like that for a good ten minutes, both feet alternating, him bearing his nose between my toes, inhaling deep whispering thank you between licks. My pussy was throbbing just from watching how completely he surrendered to it. But I wasn't done. That's when the twink arrived. We'd

been chatting online for weeks. Cute, slim, eager bottom with a mouth that never stops running until there's something in it. He showed up right on time. Already half hard in his shorts. I didn't even let him say hello properly. I grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulled him down to his knees beside my boyfriend, and told him to strip. Once he was naked and kneeling, I stood up, still sweaty, still towering over both of them,

just my sports were on shorts. I pushed my shorts down, my cock springing free, thick and already leaking from how turned on I was from watching my boyfriend worship me. I stepped forward, planted one foot on my boyfriend's shoulder to keep him pen low, then guided the twink's head down so his ass was presented perfectly. My boyfriend's face was right there, cheek pressed to the carpet, eyes wide,

mouth open in awe. I lined up, pressed the head of my cock against the twink's hole and started pushing slow. He whimpered, arched, and took it beautifully, and every thrust forward I used my boyfriend's face as leverage. I rocked my hips hard, grinding his cheek into the floor with each deep stroke, his nose brushing my swinging balls. His lips parted like he was trying to catch whatever dipped

clean me. After I growled down at him, he just moaned louder, tongue flicking out instinctively to lap up whatever sweat and pre comb was on my skin. I fucked the twink harder deeper, my size twelve foot pressing down on my boyfriend's back, now pitting him so flat he couldn't move. I couldn't look away. Every slam forward shoved his face into the carpet. Every pull back let him gasp and lick at my sweaty souls. When I flexed my toes near his mouth, the tweeting came first and touched, shaking,

spilling onto the floor. I didn't stop. I kept pounding until I was right on the edge, then pulled out and spun the twink around and shove my cock straight into his mouth to finish. He gagged happily, swallowing every drop, while my boyfriend watched from below, still licking the arch of my foot like it was the only thing keeping

him sane. When I finally pulled out, spent and glistening, I looked down at my cock face, red carpet patterned cheeks, lips shining from sweat and strike come clean him up. I told him. He crawled forward without hesitation, tongue out, lapping the twink clean while I sat down and let him finish worshiping my feet one last long grateful suck on each big toe. I've never felt more powerful and he's never looked more in love. Thank you for letting

me confess the sninky. Your show makes me feel like that. These twisted perfect moments are something to celebrate, not hide, Your anonymous listener, I have had I have done a call. Have not had this kind of experience, but I've done a foot worship call. I've never knew what went into one, but he if you've listened to me long enough, you've heard me say it's really hard for me to do degradation calls. It is. I just it, really as it

really pulls something out of me. And the only way I've ever been able to do it is it was the one guy pissed me off and I went off audio and not in a nice way, but he came, so you know, I guess I was worth of it. But this this guy was my guy was blind and he wanted me to march. He liked that I'm barefoot. I am barefoot constantly because I work from home. I just I don't do socks unless my feet are really cold and or I'm giving myself like a petticure kind

of thing and whatever. But this, yeah, nothing like this, but the feet worshiping thing. I kind of get it more now that I've read this. What about you, guys? And if you're into into this, so Brandon, can I call you brandon? Or do you want me to still call you? Caged? So those that do like this, how does adding humiliation to worship amp up the dynamic for you? If you're in that type of relationship? Okay, I saw

it change. I was like, oh okay, yeah, I knew you were into heels and boot worship, so oh yeah, we'll come back to you. Oh well, I hope so I figured you did. But still, so does adding humiliation? What does it? Because you do say since you're caged, you like the humiliation part, correct? Okay, So does it amp up the dynamic for you? If I can't remember if you do humiliation or not? Yeah, I there's there's always something when my lover plays with me or touches me.

We don't do degradation or humiliation or anything. Like that, but like when he completely takes me over. Yeah, just use my holes. I can't explain it, but it does push me over a lot harder. Oh, you guys are just starting, oh two years ago, see you? Oh okay, Yeah, sometimes you have to add It's like if somebody was all kink, vanilla would be their kink, you know, be a little different. Well, I'm sounds like you're enjoying your

exploration of this good. Absolutely, that's awesome, Dear Nikki. Cutcolding is beautiful, truly beautiful. There's something sacred about watching the man you love give his body, his mouth, his ass, his everything to other men, letting them use him while you sit back, leg spread, fingers lazily circling your clip, soaking in the side of him being taken apart. Last weekend we hosted again. He had been locked for three weeks, dripping pre come every time I teased him about who's

coming over. When the first guy arrived, tall, thick, the guy who doesn't ask. Twice, my boyfriend dropped to his knees without a word, eyes flicking up to me for permission. I noded once and that's all it took. He sucked it like It was worship, deep, sloppy, gagging himself on purpose because he knows I love the sound. The guy groaned, grabbed his hair, fucked his face while I watched from the armchair. One foot popped on the coffee table so my boyfriend could see how wet I was getting. Every

thrust pushed him forward. Every time the guy bottomed out, my boyfriend locked cock, twitched uselessly against his sigh. Then the guy had bent him over on the couch. No love beyond spit. My boyfriend spit, still glistening on the cock that had just been down his throat. He took it like he was made for it, moaning around the stretch ass high back arch the way I taught him. I moved closer, knelt beside him, and whispered in his ear. Look at me while he focks, you, show me how

much you love being my slut. His eyes locked online, wide, glassy, full on that pure mix of shame and devotion, and he never looked away, Not when the guy sped up, not when he slapped my ass red, not when he growled and filled him up deep. My boyfriend came untouched right then, shaking, spilling onto the floor, in weak spurts because the cage wouldn't let him do more. The guy pulled out come leaking from my boyfriend's hole, and I made him clean the cock with his tongue while I

kissed his sweaty forehead. The second and the third guys had their turn, same story, different cocks, same beautiful surrender. Everyone left and it was just us. He crawled to me on the floor, still leaking, still cage, still trembling. I opened my legs, guided his mouth to my pussy, let him taste how turned on I'd been the whole time. And that's when he hits me the hardest. The beauty isn't just the fucking. It's the way he gives his

body so freely, so completely, to anyone I choose. But every single time his eyes find mine, every moan is from me, every thank you after he's being used in his whispered against my skin. His heart never wonders. It stays right here, lock tighter than his cock ever could be. He makes sures I know always. His body can belong to the room for a night, but his soul, his love, his everything that's mine, only mine. It's the most romantic thing in the world. Thank you for letting me say

it out loud. Nikki, your show reminds me this kind of love, filthy, generous, fierce, loyal is worth celebrating, eye contact, the loyalty, and the filth romance. That it's rawest. I would one hundred percent agree Anonymous on this. What is the most beautiful aspect of cut colding? Are we thinking here?

I think it is kind of the whole. Even if it's not like this, maybe it's you know, being watched and I don't believe, you know, we don't believe in labels here, and having your watching your wife getting fucked is unfortunately if you want to go buy book, it's yeah, see, I I agree with you. But there's nothing like when I'm with my man. I like to know I'm making you come. I want to hear it. Be loud, be absolutely loud. That pushes me over the edge when I

know I can hear you as well. Yeah, it does. The trust and commitment they have to each other, it is I like that. Very few do you run into You do run into couples in this in the lifestyle or just sexplored of style is what I usually call it. And you can tell that their connection. They're just not fucking to fix a marriage or have excitement. They're actually it's part of their marriage or relationship, whatever you want to call it. And I find it very, very romantic.

Maybe in a cheesy way, but it is romantic to me. Dear Nikki, I have the sweetest girlfriend who always has been open with me about her fantasies. She told me before she really into orgasm denial, domb sub dynamics, but she's never actually experienced it with anyone. I wanted to give that to her, something special, something that felt safe and exciting for both of us. The thing is, I could never see myself as mean, strict, barking orders. I'm

a dom that just isn't me. Instead, I pictured myself more as a praise dom, encouraging, affectionate, constantly telling her how good she is, how proud I am of her, while still holding the control. I wasn't sure how well praise and orgasm denial would actually mix. Wouldn't the softest cancel out the frustration, But holy shit, it works perfectly. It turns out being told you're such a good girl for a holding back for me while your body is

screaming for release is devastating in the hottest way. I want to share our first real experience because it blew my mind and hers, and I'm still buzzing for it. It started the morning while we were cuddling making out in bed. I love giving her long, slow massages as it leads into foreplay, so I started with her back, needing all the attention out and taking mine. When I moved to her legs, I let my hands drift higher with each pas, brushing closer and closer to her pussy

without quite touching. After about thirty minutes of this gentle build up and teasing, I grabbed her favorite little bullet Vibe. I asked her softly to spread her legs for me to relax, to just let me take care of her, and she did instantly. I turned the vibe on low, pressed it against her through her panties at first, then slipped them aside while my other hand kept rubbing and massaging her thighs, her hips, her lower back. I kissed

her and bit gently along her spine her ass. As I slowly increased the pressure, her moans got louder, her breathing ragged. I could feel her body tensing, hips lifting chasing it right as she was right there, right on the edge, I clicked the vibe off. She gasped. I looked at her in the eyes and said, teasingly, warm, oh, did you think you were allowed to come? Her jaw literally dropped. The mix of shock, frustration, and pure excitement

in her eyes was everything. I asked her to sit up, then gently tied her wrist behind her back with soft silk ropes. I settled behind her so she could lean back against my chest, legs bread wide, completely open, and my helpless in my lap. From there, I edged her over and over. I have no idea how long it lasted. Time melted away while she squirmed against me, moaning, begging

with her body every time she got close. I pulled the vibe away, kissed her neck and whispered things like you're doing so well, baby, such a good girl for not coming. Look how what you are for me. I'm so proud of you. I know it's frustrating, sweetheart, but you're holding on just for me, aren't you. That makes me so happy. We couldn't stay in bed forever, so eventually I had to stop. As I got up, kissed her forehead and said, I would be so proud if

you didn't come all day. That's not fair, she whined, half laughing. Hasp but desperate, I know, But for me another kiss. She's the most adorable frustrated face squirming. Okay, this is really hot, but it's so much harder than I thought. I'll try. The rest of the day was torture for her in heaven for me. She kept trying to get friction, rubbing against my leg, my hand, anything. Every time I'd give her just a few teasing strokes or presses, then pull away and tell her what a

good girl she was for stopping herself. She'd call me mean, and then immediately admit how turned on she was by it. At one point she got so needy while I was on the phone call that I had to bend her over and give her a firm spanking to remind her to behave Later, when I I was tying my shoes to run an errand, she tried again pressing herself against my hand. Instead, I told her to kneel. Then I slowly rubbed the tip of my shoe against her crotch,

back and forth. She moaned so loud, grinding desperately, and the sight of her humping my shoe like that, frustrated, swollen, dripping, willing to take any stimulation hammy rock hard. I couldn't help it. I pulled my pants down and started stroking right there in the hallway while she kept rubbing. I kept praising her. Good girl, rubbing my shoe like that,

but not coming. You're so perfect for me. I had to leave, so I dropped to my knees, kissed her swollen clit a few times, pulled her panties back up, spanked her ass, and made her promise not to touch herself while I was gone, or there would be consequences. She was literally jumping up and down in frustration, bagging me to stay. I just smiled, kissed her, and left. When I got home, she ran to me so proud I didn't come. I was so close, just doing it myself,

but I didn't for you. I was so turned on I could barely speak. We had the most intense, connected sex of our lives. When I finally let her come, it was explosive. She screamed, shook, cried a little from how hard it hit. I've never seen anything more beautiful. After we cuddled and talked for hours, we both agreed it was insanely hot. Turns out I'm really into orgasm denial too, especially her frustration, her desperation, the way she sighs so hard just to please me. It's been a

huge eye opener for both of us. We're both pretty new to the side of things, so Nikki, I'd love to hear your thoughts or any real experiences you or your listeners have had with orgasm denial. How did it feel the first few times? Any favorite ways to build tease and denial without feeling too harsh, pitfalls to watch out for when you're just starting ideas for taking it further, maybe longer holds public teasing and reward systems. Thank you

for the space to share this. Your show makes me feel brave enough to try being the dumb I actually want to be, and not the one I thought I was supposed to be. From a very proud and very turned on boyfriend in the early stages of praise and denial, Anonymous, Oh fuck, this is hot. Though I would be cussing at this man as like the sailor's for blush, I'm not all cutesy cutesy when I'm frustrated. I am like fuck you and god damn it and all the words.

Oh you rat bastard, that's me. I'm all the words, all the words. All right, guys, have you ever had rewards or public elements taken your denial play to the next level and back to his questions? Actually pitfalls? Look for crany cranky denial ladies like myself longer holds. It depends on what you're It sounds like you've made a day. Maybe take her right up to midnight, depending our full twenty four hours, you know, like into the next day. Make play with her and make it, go to sleep

with it. But you know that might make somebody shank you. Just saying not me, not me. I don't promote violence here, but you never know. I can't sleep when I'm that worked up. So if you're gonna do it, you better roll me over right as you wake up, or I'm waking you up and taking it. If you wanted to public, you could invest in a remote. Yeah. Yes, cranky, Sometimes you're expecting something it doesn't happen. Ough, Oh my gosh,

do you become as cranky as I do? I mean, I literally become cranky is a very nice term, and he knows just right, and he is this proper. He's very no we'll wait till later kind of thing. I'm like, motherfucker that and I get no no kisses, like like I'm ready, like okay, let's finish me. And he'll give me no no kisses and go back to his fucking book or magazine or whatever. None. Noah play seeing him getting patty now and he'll say, dude, pop to you on me. My fucker. He'll listen to this later and

don't get a comment on it. You watch, Abe, If you text you anything, you have to send it to me. You're loyal to mean. I am oh no, yeah, that well you've only bet one jay Abe her cycle started. Oh no, I am so sorry that Diggs so not to get groady. I'll send you a link. There's these things that you can wear and it doesn't get messy. I'll send you the link Randon and see if she's interested in wearing something like that. And no, they're not a sponsor. I have just used them in the past. Ah. Well,

I'm sorry. I was trying to help you. I was trying to help you there. Well, you're just gonna to wait four days. If she is long you can tell her. I was trying to throw you a life rope there, douniaky. Last weekend, I was one of those moods horny, but the lazy kind, not the let's wrap each other's clothes off right now energy, More like, I just want to play with my husband's dick for a while and see where it goes. We've both been married ten years, so

the KOI flirting phase is ancient history. We're both winding down for the night. He's on the couch behind me, playing five. I was in the computer chatting on discord with friends. I muted my mic, leaned back and whispered over my shoulder, just throwing it out there. I wouldn't mind sucking your dick later. Pause. That's me right there. That's that's how I flirt. Un pause. I normally don't do that. He didn't even pause the game. He just

smart gave me a lope. Okay, and that's it. No big, no big production, just that comfortable, knowing vibe we have. Half an hour later, we both called it a night. After brushing teeth and getting ready for bed, he looked over me in the bathroom and asked, casual as anything still it for that blowjob. I grinned, pressed my whole body against his, tilted my face up for a kiss. We made out, slow and deep, lips parting, tongues, sliding

little bites, hands roaming everywhere. I stood on my toes, on my mound, pressed right against his growing bulge, squeezed my ass and pulled me tighter. I reached down between us, stroking him through his pants, feeling how quickly he got rock hard under my palm while I kissed and sucked his neck. I guided him to sit on the edge of the bed, peeled off his shirt, tug his waistban down, and watched his cock spring free. God, I love his deck, the shape, the length, the girth that always fills me

just right perfect. I knelt between his legs, nibbled his ear lobe, kissed down on his chest and stomach, teasing with slow licks and bites until I reached his hips, spread his thighs, kissed and licked the thin sense of skin inside each one. Nuzzled my cheek against his shaft, let my warm breath ghost over him, brushed my lips along the length without taking him in yet. When I

finally wrapped my fingers around him. I stroked slow, savoring the velvety skin over her steel, pointed him toward his chest, and licked the sides, the underside the head, long flat strokes. Sucked one ball into my mouth, then the other will my hand kept that steady rhythm, squeezed the base and felt him throb. My pussy clenched in response. I was already soaked. I circled the tip with my tongue, pressed

hard against his hreninium, wriggled and kissed. Then I took the head in suck, lightly swirled, pulled off with a wet pop. A thin string of spit connected us. I pulled my tap topped down so my tits spilled out. His green eyes locked on mine as I looked up at him and brushed and pushed forward, taking him all the way back to my throat. I worked him deeper each time, lips stretched, tongue flat until he was hitting the back and I just kept going. He moaned low wrecked.

That sound lit me up. I cupped his balls, bobbed faster spit on the tip and spread it with my lips, then wrapped my hand around the base and stroked in perfect sink with my mouth, suck the top half hard while my fist pumped the bottom. Every so often. I'd glance up give him my dirtiest, hungriest eyes so he could see exactly how much I loved having his cock in my mouth. Hold on, I'm getting really close, he warn We've been playing with edging lately, and I love

when he prey comes on me. So I stuck my tongue out, ready to catch it, but instead he tipped over the edge full orgasm, pulsing hard. Wrapped my lips around him and let him open my mouth, shoved him, showed him the mess on my tongue, then swallowed with a grin and licked my lips. Something came over me. I wasn't done. I started slow again, gentle kisses on the softening cock, his balls, his hips, besiged, his sighs, his stomach, rubbed my hands everywhere while occasionally sucking him softly.

He never fully went soft. He kept pampering him until he was rock hard again. I checked his face, closed his eyes, and laid back, breathing steadily. No sign of him wanting me to stop, so I didn't. I picked up the pace, bob deeper, sucked harder, drooled more. My pussy was throbbing so badly. I was rocking my hips

without practically humping air while I worshiped him. I ghaged myself on purpose, shoved him to the back of my throat, sucked on the pull off, dragged my tongue and stroke stroke his shaft, spit, pump, suck, repeat, found the rhythm and stuck with it. He again, this time grabbed my raistband and yanked my pants down so my bare ass was in his face. I arched instinctively. He squeezed my cheeks, slid fingers between my soaked lips, and plunged one inside.

I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him grown louder. I gave it everything, sucking, stroking, gagging, until he came a second time, smaller load, but still enough to spill past my lips. As I slowed and eased off, I licked up every drop, kissed the tip, then finally let him up to clean himself, giving him back to back orgasms like that. I was so turned on I almost came untouched just from the act of pleasuring him. Unreal. A couple days later, at work, he texted that he

couldn't stop thinking about that blow job. I knew we'd be peating it soon, probably very soon. Thank you for this space to share this Thinkie. Your show is amazing and it gets me really horny those in between days from the life. Who still gets it weak for our husband's perfect cock after ten years? Oh yes, well, it was nice having you here, Brandon, definitely so I can't wait to see you here again too, mondays, I don't know,

hang on if I have it up. If you're still here, mondays, do is travel, vacation hookups confessions, So yeah, I'm looking forward to that one too. Actually looking befward to next Friday. It's another where the fans get to choose where the story goes. That's what we did yesterday. It was really really fun. So bring your kinks with you if you come Friday. From these stories of body worship and praise,

we can learn so much. The verse shows us how surinder and vulnerability can create lasting heat, teaching us that desires don't fade with time, embrace those wrong turn ons. The second reminds us that craving adoration isn't selfish, it's a call for mutual fulfillment, highlighting how deprivation can fuel profound connection. Our bath House Adventure proves group play can include sacred moments urging us to seek depth amid the thrill.

The dominant scene with the Cuck and Twin illustrates power beauty in its blending humiliation with care, a lesson tailored in dynamics. The cuck Cold confession reveals loyalties, romance and sharing. Showing trust elevates everything. Praise Tom with denial teach us that softness amplifies control, encouraging newbies to start, gentle and build. Finally, the Married blow Job Marathon underscores how comfort breeds experimentation,

proving long term love thries on playful devotion. As always, I want to thank you for sharing your secrets of me. Keep those confessions coming to Ni at nikk Y at dear Nikki dot com. You can also do it on our website at dear Nikki dot com under the confessions tab, or even send me a direct message here on Discord Until next time, Stay curious, stay consisting, and stay after dark. Oh and that reddle you stick your pull inside me, then furiously work me back and forth until something white

shoots out. Milking a cow see clean as can be. Sweet dreams everybody. I'll see you on Monday night.