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goodroughguy:

Half an hour of your edging each day should be done outside of your apartment. Your car, a public bathroom, a dressing room. And remember how we practiced. No silly little masturbating. I want you quivering and writhing you’re so close to cumming. Just because you’re in public doesn’t mean you can just rub your cunt like a regular girl.

“Yes, Sir.”

Because you’re not like other girls. Other girls don’t edge, they masturbate and then cum whenever they want to. Do you want that?

“Do I… do I want what, Sir?”

Keep edging my cunt. I said other girls get to cum whenever they want to. Don’t you want that?

“No. No, Sir. I want to cum when you say so.”

Even though I hardly ever say so? Keep edging. More desperate, please.

“Ngh… Yes, Sir. I only want to cum if you want it.

But you look like you’re desperate to cum. Like you could cum any second.

“Yes, Sir…”

Wouldn’t it feel so good to let go right now?

“Yes, Sir, it would feel so, so, so good.”

But then it would be over, wouldn’t it?

“Yes, Sir.”

You’re not like other girls. You’re special. Do you want to cum, right now?

“Only if you want me to.”

I don’t. I think you’re perfect just like this. Desperately edging, just an inch away from an orgasm that you may not have.

“Then that’s what I want, too.”

Good girl. Let’s edge a while longer then. Open your mouth. Just watching you so close has got me ready to cum.

onedeadpoet:

It starts off so subtle. The gentle, yet stiff fibers are almost whisper soft. It feels nice, almost a little ticklish to start. But about 15 minutes of slow painting over your lips, the wetness begins to seep out, surprising you a little. Without commenting, I gather it up on my brush and continue. The bristles glistening, they slide even more luxuriously around and over your clit.

I take the brush away and replace it with my tongue, the new sensation feels twice as good as I up the pressure slightly, reminding you how much better it can be. It also serves to hasten your pace to the edge.

Almost as soon as I start with my tongue, I remove it, letting your pussy pulse and begin aching for more. I pick up the brush again. For the next 30 minutes I trace your lips and just the outside of your hood, feeling you try to lean into me, trying to aim it where you need it.

“Hold still,’ I say, firmly. “I won’t ask again.”

You freeze, mind racing. What does that mean? “Will he spank my pussy again or, worse, stop altogether?”

Before you can consider it further you feel the brush on the edge of your clit again. Only upstrokes. So frustrating, those. A slight punishment, but you still feel yourself getting closer. You’ve been denied so long even that is enough to eventually get you to cum.

But your orgasm is a distant thought of mine. The edge is where you belong. And that’s where I intend to keep you.

After an hour, you’re a wet mess, but my plan has succeeded. Your clit twitches and pulses hard now, with each contact of the brush. You’re close. So fucking close.

I pause again, slowly put my fingers inside you. You nearly explode, but I’m careful. So careful. I want to fuck you with them, with my cock. But I know you’re at your limit. But I’m not done. I intend to walk that line between orgasm and not…between ecstasy and agony…until you’re mine completely. It won’t be long. The added stimulation of my fingers has you quivering…your pussy clenching involuntarily, but not regularly. A good sign..for me. That means you’re not quite at the edge again.

I notice you haven’t breathed in a few seconds.

“Breathe, baby,” I say, bringing you back to reality. You do, quickly. “Good girl. I don’t want you passing out yet. Not when we have so many more edges to go.”

The brush resumes, your horny, frustrated mews begin to fill the air again. Your clit spasms again, I feel your pussy clench tightly. I can almost FEEL the pleasure surging through you again. You try to remain motionless when you just want to thrash all over and hold my face between your legs as my tongue finishes you off.

I pause again.

Now I have you.

You’re fucked.

You’re mine.

100 more to go.

onedeadpoet:

Edge your helplessly horny pussy on my cock, but when you stop to catch your breath I get to redden your sexy ass. There’s simply no escape from stimulation. No rest. Your ass is burning after needing to stop so frequently now. But if you keep fucking yourself on my cock you’re going to cum. You can’t help it. But the knowledge of two months without orgasm should you do so is causing your brain to short circuit. Despite yourself, that thought itself turns you on even more. I feel you clench again, they’re coming faster now, in time with your frustrated moans.

Careful now, pet.

What are you going to choose?

begsosweetly:

Wanna be sat on the floor while my Miss is on the couch reading and I have a vibe in me and it’s bringing right to the edge of cumming then bringing me back but I don’t try and get her attention because I know that if I’m good she’ll reward me. I want her to edge me until she’s finished her chapter, and I want her to take ages, I want her to let me cry next to her softly, head buried in her lap as my body shakes because I was so close but she brought me away again. I want my head to spin and fog up and for me to be so lost in the endless pleasure that I don’t notice her close her book and pick up the remote until she’s flicked the setting all the way up and pressed her foot against the vibrator and told me to cum like the good Little slut I am. I want her to call me her good girl, her best baby girl, her Miss’s most precious little slut and not move her foot until it hurts to cum anymore

begsosweetly:

I wanna be laughed at. I wanna be called a slut, a whore, a needy bitch, a desperate little thing too horny to think about anything other than cumming.

I want a girl to edge me until that’s all I can think about, until I’m so pliant and desperate and needy for her. Until I soak through my panties everyday and I shake from exertion to stop myself from grinding against my chair. I want her to make me so desperate to cum that I’d do anything.

And then I want her to have her way with me. To let all of her friends use me and fuck me and call me a little whore as they pass me around. To tie me up with a toy against me and leave me in the corner gagged with a blindfold and headphones on and only untied me when I can’t scream any more and when I’m a puddle of tears and cum and drool on the floor. To spank me raw and choke me until my eyes roll back in my head and bite me all over and Mark me until I’m red all for her.

And then, the next day, I want her to start our game again.

hornydeniedgirl:

“Oh no, don’t worry, the vibrators have excellent sensors so they won’t let them cum. Yes, they spent an hour a day just like this, for the past week and a half. The standard course of treatment is a month, so they still have a while to go.

Of course, go ahead, that’s what the mouth gags are there for. It would be a shame to not put all that lovely desperation to a good use. I suggest the one on the right, she seems extra affected today.”