I don’t think enough people realise how very important begging is when denied. How extensively it plays into the beautifull mindfuck edging is. How it gives you space to let go, and also, when responded to properly (No) to go on and go deeper. I don’t think people understand what it takes to play this, granted, extensive and impactfull, but still, game, until they’ve experienced what it can do to a person. How addictive, mindblowing and empowering it can be, under certain and very personally specific conditions. Brain chemistry is no feeble thing. Neither is toying with it.
I also don’t think enough people realise how hard it can be to deny someone else. How doubt or just plain wanting to please can creep in. Can cause you to give in to such begging, pleading, demanding, rationalizing, why you should say yes. How much it sometimes grinds and aches and is difficult, for people who are not convinced yet their (play)partner likes and prefers being denied, to choose between giving them pleasure now by saying yes, in doubt/fear no might be too much right now.
Or how much fun it can be, to see that one person ache and squeel and connive. To just have to suggest something and watch them squirm. To know you can just wait them out, they’ll be desperate enough eventually. To watch the beautiful torment going on in their mind manifest itself in reality, eventually. And how gratifying it can be to see how thankful they’ll be, when you’ve given them the freedom to let themselves go.
Whether you do this by yourself, with someone else, or whatever shape it may take. It’s going to spill over into your life. It’s going to make you shine, light you on fire, and with the wrong person or mindset for you, burn. It’s wonderful and beautiful and has many lessons to teach, some of which have nothing at all to do with sexuality in the slightest. (discipline and self control ya’ll, whoot whoot)
It also simultaneously can cloud your judgement, make you feel attached way more to a person holding rights over your orgasms, make you moody, overstimulate you, mind or body. Or, when you’re the keeper of orgasms, make you feel inadequate, freakin’ out about what you’re doing with/to someone, egostroked and godly, as well as deeply flattered to the point of losing your shit.
But oh, when it’s right. It’s really really right. It’s transformative, liberating, and so, so goddamn horny. For everyone involved.
It’s not for the fainthearted, but nothing worth while ever is.