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onedeadpoet:

That’s it. Lean into it. Stop resisting. Do you even remember why you were for all those hours with the makeup brush and gently teasing vibe? I told you I was going to get you to forget everything, even the rules of our little game where you swore you could hold off asking to cum. The words are on your lips…your tongue wants to form the first one. Just let it come and maybe I won’t stop THIS time.

All you have to do is ask and those uncontrollable spasms of your pussy and clit will be yours as sweet, horny relief washes over you; your brain soaked in dopamine.

You’re helping me now instead of resisting. Even telling you this doesn’t make a difference. I’ve won. Your body and mind belong to me, don’t they sexy? Yes. So what is it you want again?

onedeadpoet:

You can expect a few hours of this. If your clit continues to twitch on the brink of cumming then I’m entertained.

Then we move to another brush. I only have 10 and I want to see which one(s) drive you the most insane. A few hour sample size is the only way to be absolutely sure. Now stop wiggling and let me get back to scienceing the fuck out of you.

onedeadpoet:

More. You can take so much more. You don’t have a choice anyway. But don’t hold back. You want to try and cum. You want to feel that surge of intense pleasure overwhelm you, where your body shakes and trembles as your pussy contracts again and again. Just keep thinking about that orgasm. It could be this time. Keep going…yes…this might be the one. Tense up for me. Get ready for it.

The closer you get the slower my hand moves. How bad do you want it? Inching closer…so slowly now…my hand stops but your hips continue to buck and grind on my fingers. It’s so sexy how desperate you are. How badly you need to cum after all this time.

More…closer…you feel it deep in your spine. It’s coming….just a little more…

onedeadpoet:

Wake up, baby, it’s time for your edgings. It’s good to see your daily denial is getting and keeping you nice and wet even in your sleep. This is much better than coffee to wake up to, isn’t it?

sensualhumiliation:

F O R C E D !!!!

onedeadpoet:

A little bit more then you’re free to go to the gym. Try not to get distracted by the obvious horny wet patch you created or what’s waiting for you when you get home. We wouldn’t want that.

orgasmcontroler:

You can cum, but use the rope.

onedeadpoet:

I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Each time you orgasm your hypothalamus releases a flurry of chemicals in your brain, including a neat one called oxytocin. Called the “cuddle hormone”, oxytocin is correlated with the urge to bond and be affectionate after you cum. It’s your subconscious’ way of approving of me as someone that will keep you safe.

Where this gets interesting is that the harder you cum, the more oxytocin your hypothalamus releases and the more clenches of that tight pussy. And I think you’ve begun to notice how hard all this teasing and edging makes you cum.

Having never experienced true edging, it’s now all you can think about when we’re apart, isn’t it? And you know you’re not nearly as…patient as I am when you do it yourself, even at my “mean” instructions. The orgasms I extract out of you are unlike any you knew before. Now, because of the tricky oxytocin, you can’t help but crave me. It’s biologically imprinted on your brain. How does it feel to be a slave to your primitive self? It’s ok…don’t answer. Just feel.

I tell you this because I want you to remember that at work you didn’t particularly like me. You thought I was a bit too cocky. Old you could never imagine how much you’ve changed in just six months…calling me up asking if you can edge because you can’t stand it…getting frustrated that “normal” orgasms just aren’t satisfying you anymore.

It was supposed to be a one-night stand for you. But I had other plans. I knew deep down in your confident work exterior lurked a girl that wanted to submit. I only had to introduce you – and your hypothalamus– to some extra oxytocin.

Now that girl has been released.

I’m not sure if this information is getting through the haze of pleasure, but I wanted you to know. I’m going to make you cum hard again. Who are you?

“Mmmm…Your… little…edge slut…ahhh ahhh…”

Good girl. I hope your hypothalamus is ready. This one is going to shatter all the others. You’ll be further addicted to me when I’m finished with this series of orgasms and your ache and craving will be even greater when we’re apart. Are you sure you want that?

“Ugh…please…yes…ahh…anything…I need..ah…it…you…please…”

My pleasure, baby girl. Hold on.

onedeadpoet:

Cumming without permission has consequences.

I know you haven’t. But this is also a good way to cool you off after all the edging tonight. Don’t worry, when you’re nice and pink I’ll start again.