Lately I’ve been edging like never before in my life. Pretty much every free moment in my days has been filled for weeks by different types of activities that drive me close to the edge again and again. Edging with my hands, sounding my cock, taping a vibrator to it, prostate stimulation via anal play, humping anything soft that is in my path… You name it, I’m probably doing it. Moments that I used to use to watch movies or shows are now used to watch porn. Reading books has been replaced by reading all your posts and other subreddits or Tumblrs. Playing videogames? Now I play with my sore cock. I wake up in the middle of the night feeling horny and confused as to why I feel the need to squeeze my cock and balls. I feel that I spend all my days almost in a lust fueled trance, even when I’m asleep.
As much as I absolutely love this state of constant lust, pain and self pleasure, I must admit that I didn’t start it by choice. Let me tell you how it started:
I’m in a long distance relationship with someone who lives many, many hours away from me. This means that we have to go months on end without being able to fuck each other and we have to make do by playing on cam. As much as I enjoy jerking off with her, this is not an ideal situation and I bet that most of you would agree.
This person is also my Domme. I have given her every part of my body and my mind and I belong to her now. In a way, I feel that I’ve belonged to her my entire life. This means that, among many other things, I gladly give her absolute ownership of my pain and pleasure which sometimes looks different depending on if we are together or not. Maybe she makes me cum five times without stopping. Maybe she doesn’t let me have an orgasm in weeks. Maybe she does, but only the way she wants me to. Sometimes I can watch porn or read erotica, sometimes I can’t. It all depends on how she feels and how good I am. And I always try to follow her commands as well as I can, she’s not into bratty types and I don’t find it fun either.
Sometimes I screw up though.
At the beginning of March, after coming back to my home country from a visit that lasted months, she decided that it was the time to put me under a strict orgasm regime. For every orgasm that I got during the course of a day, I’d have to spend another day without being able to cum. This didn’t include the times when I was allowed to cum during our calls, and I was still allowed to edge as much as I wished to. It was encouraged in fact, but it was not something I had to do if I didn’t want to. According to her it was to keep me under control and relatively full of cum at all times. You can probably see where this is going already.
She did not make it easy at all. The teasing during the days of abstinence began immediately… And she teased hard. Lewd audios, videos, messages… She used all the means at her disposal to make me want to go over the edge and cum. The wait was terrible and delicious, and by the time I was finally allowed to cum again I was so filled with lust and anticipation that I barely stopped to think about how many more days I would have to spend without having an orgasm.
Tragedy strikes. Too much teasing? Spring is here and my hormones are all over the place? One stroke too much? Did one of your posts pushed me over the edge? I squirted two streams of something that I’m still not sure if it was pre-cum or cum while I watched both in awe and fear since it was a day when I wasn’t supposed to cum. It was not really an orgasm because the refractory period didn’t kick in and I was still not satisfied. Still… What does this mean? I surely had to tell her, I couldn’t keep this to myself, so I decided to wait until our next WhatsApp call to do it.
Her face turned serious and strict. She told me to describe to her how it happened and so I did, then she stayed silent for about a minute and I could tell that she was thinking. Not good. Then she told me to show her my hands and keep them in sight while she fingered herself and came twice, being louder than usual. She clearly wanted me to hear. And then she explained to me what was going to happen, her devious plan for me.
I call it Speed (1994) because I’m supposed to edge daily as much as I can, indefinitely, at least at 120 bpm at all times, without ejaculating in any way. I’m supposed to report to her every time I stop and tell her how it’s gone. The punishment for ejaculating? No more touching myself until the next time we see each other unless it is by spanking my cock and balls. She wants me to stay full.
And this brings me to the horny, cum starved mess that I am today. Of course I still help her get off on camera with my voice, but I’m not allowed to touch myself while doing so. She still hasn’t made up her mind about if I should be able to cum or not. Part of me is terrified at the idea of this punishment being indefinite and possibly lasting until we meet again regardless of if I ejaculate or not.
There’s another part that can’t get enough of this and is loving every wave of pain and pleasure.
Very cool. Your partner sounds delightfully cruel.
The only thing I didn’t like is when you explained your title. A few “loaded bus” or “steady on the highway” puns would have been choice. Let the ones who get the reference enjoy a sneaky little smile. But that’s just a minor complaint because I love trying to find little stuff like that in stories.