My pussy was still tingling and throbbing when I woke up this morning, but my mind was soon drawn back to thoughts of today’s punishment. Honestly I was absolutely dreading it, and not knowing anything about what it could be made it even worse.
Miss’ fingers were already inside me by the time I was properly aware of what was happening, and just as my body began to respond fully she stopped, holding her fingers to my lips for me to clean off. Even after yesterday, coming so close just made me ache in frustration for more.
Today’s parcel was tubular, and inside was a piece of lined paper and a pen. At the top of the sheet was written “I must not climax without Miss’ permission”, and the following lines across both sides numbered from one to forty two. Of course it wasn’t as simple as that, and Miss was once again grinning as she led us downstairs to serve her breakfast. Every time either of us brought her something, she instructed us to edge; bringing ourself to the brink of orgasm then stop. She watched us intently as she ate, clearly enjoying our frustration a great deal.
It wasn’t until after we finished cleaning up that she sat me down with my paper and pen, but before letting me begin she positioned the wand between my legs and set it on a medium pace. “Every line must be identical” she told me before leaving with the boy. I heard her moans from the other room as I began to write, trying to carefully keep myself steady while also fighting back my rising stimulation. Fuck it was difficult and slow.
I fully admit to sometimes feeling this was a bit unfair as I wrote, I couldn’t help it when my orgasm came on so strong that I wasn’t able to hold it back. But then I would start to feel that Miss was right, and I should be stronger for her, and my orgasms should belong to her. The more I wrote the more I repeated the message to myself and the more I came to internalise it.
I finished a long time before Miss came back, able to hear her climax in the next room, and feeling a stab of jealousy that I couldn’t right now. At the same time I felt a submissive excitement at being under her control; that something so personal should be taken from me. My pussy clenched and I had to close my eyes and grip the table to regain my composure and hold off orgasm.
“Read it to me” Miss commanded as she walked back in and turned the wand up high, taking a seat opposite me, with the boy’s throbbing cock in her hand edging while he groaned.
I took a deep breath to steel myself against the onslaught, lifted the paper and began to shakily read my lines.
“I must no…not climax without Miss’ permission”. Even the first one was difficult, and they only got worse.
“I… I… m…must n…no…not cl-cl-clim-m-m-max wit…witho… without M-M-Miss-s-s’ perm…m…miss….permiss….mission”. By halfway down the first side I was struggling so much, I was getting unsure I would be able to finish before my climax came anyway.
“I… must… not… cli… max… with… out… Miss…ss’… per… miss…ion”. I had to focus and force out each syllable, but the end was in sight.
“IiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmuuuuuuuuussssssstnnnnnnnnoooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOtclllllliiiiiiIIIIIIIIIImmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaxwiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIthhhhhhhhooooooOOOOOuuuuuuuuutMMMMMMMMMMMMMMiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSS’PEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN”. The final line all merged into one long groan as I got so close to losing control entirely. Instantly Miss pulled the wand away, and I whimpered. I was so hopeful that she was going to tell me to finish, but instead my pussy twitched and clenched in desperate frustration. I sat and panted.
“Punishment completed, good girl” she told me, kissing my cheek sweetly. Apparently hungry for more, she turned my head and began to kiss my lips more roughly, her fingers trailing over my body, caressing my breasts and teasing my nipples. My pussy was already on fire, and her touch just made it worse; but it felt so good being her plaything and feeling like this for her. Before long her fingers found their way to my drenched and throbbing pussy, my lips and clit swollen and sensitive. She began softly, teasing, her other hand twisted into my hair to keep me pressed against her lips as I began to moan and groan again.
My breathing rose to a pant again, my heart thumping in my throat, as my hips began to rock and thrust back against her touch. I was delirious with lust and completely out of control. Only Miss stopping in time prevented me from climaxing, I would not have been able to resist.
Never in my life have I felt such a desperate need for anything than the ache I have felt to climax today. Even now after countless edges, I still remain denied and aching so badly. The contrast to yesterday is stark, and I must assume intentionally so. While at the same time a lot of the emotions are similar; pushed so far that I would give almost anything, and simultaneously feeling so lustfully helpless as Miss’ little toy.
Throughout the morning I was edged in every way I could imagine. Miss used her fingers, though not much; mostly it involved either my own fingers or else the boy’s tongue. The only rest my clit received was when Miss told the boy to use my pussy as a cock sleeve to edge himself in. With my arousal so high, I edged almost every time he did, the feeling of his cock throbbing inside me stimulating me more than any penetration ever had. Other than that my clit was rubbed and flicked continually, even when it came my turn to edge the boy’s cock with my mouth.
My arousal levels have increased further and further all day, way past anything i’ve ever experienced before. Honestly, the feeling of being so close, so on edge, for so long takes over your whole body and leaves you unable to think about anything else at all. By the time lunch came round I didn’t even want food, just an orgasm, and edging basically meant just touching my clit once. I felt like an unexpected draught from a door left ajar could have tipped me over.
I did eat, though, and panted, and tried my best to relax and compose myself. I genuinely had no clue how much more I could take before my brain turned to mush and I went insane. Honestly I felt like that was a very real possibility.
“I want you both to thank me, genuinely, for every edge you receive today. Thank me for giving you pleasure, thank me for denying your orgasm.” She told us while we knelt in front of her. “Lets practise; ten edges now”.
I easily got to my first before the boy, “thank you for denying my orgasm, Miss” I groaned, pausing a few seconds before starting to rub myself again. I didn’t see Miss walk over, my eyes closed from the pleasure, but suddenly I felt her hands on the back of my head, pulling me close and the warm, familiar feeling of her wet pussy lips against my mouth. I looked up at her just as another edge hit, my grateful thanks muffled by her pussy, to her clear delight.
Throughout our edging she rode our faces to a climax each, leaving her scent smeared over most of our faces and dribbling from our chins.
Right now im writing this from the same place I have been all afternoon; strapped down to a vibrating machine that Miss called something like “sibian”. Its roughly semicircular in shape, like a lump on the floor and on the top is a rubber cock and textured pad. It’s the perfect shape and size to fit between my spread thighs, the cock slid easily into me, and once strapped down to it the textured pad constantly in contact with my clit. Controlled from her phone, Miss has gleefully tested out countless vibration patterns and strengths all afternoon, whilst giving me various other tasks to perform, as well as sucking the boy to continue his edging.
First she got me to count, slowly and steadily, up to 100. Much like this morning’s lines it was extremely difficult, but not as difficult as what followed.
“Thank you for giving me this pleasure, Miss”
She handed me some sort of leaflet and told me to start reading. I didn’t take in any of what was on it, but as I read she kept changing the settings on the machine, making me gasp and squirm, and struggle to keep reading. I frequently lost my place, paused, stammered, and at the end of every page she turned it up to full and drove me to the edge before turning it off completely.
“Thank you for denying my orgasm, Miss”
Again and again and again my pussy clenched and twitched on the brink of climax, only to be cut off at the last moment. My whole body has been overwhelmed with a bubbly, tingly, floaty sensation, filling all my senses and driving out any thoughts of anything else.
“Thank you for allowing me to entertain you, Miss”
And so here I have been all afternoon, and even for dinner, much of which ended up down my front. I feel exhausted and drained, but also exhilarated and desperate. I can’t choose if I want to stop or go; climax or remain denied. I’m confused, wet, drooling, and delirious. Please help me; but also please don’t.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/eb2r1g/advent_kinkendar_december_15th_ffm
Thank you. Very entertaining. Will be looking forward to tomorrow.