Ally’s Sexual Wellness Part II [F][Edging][Porn]

*The protagonist of the story, Ally, is based on and inspired by the beautiful u/ServiceGreedy7879. She was involved in writing it. She loved it, edged while reading it, and approved it’s final form. We have 2 parts so far but we have been talking about ideas for at least a third, maybe more. Please let us know what you think.*

“I am sorry everyone. I know I have been MIA for the past few months but I think I need to take a break from posting for a little bit.” I really wasn’t all that sorry. Honestly I was just kind of over it. I finished the post with some contrived excuse about needing to focus on myself… but I guess that wasn’t really a lie. I had lost interest in the blogging thing. My follower numbers had dwindled down to a little less than 10,000. I just had nothing to really post about anymore.

Camilla sounded worried when I first told her that I was quitting being an influencer and leaving public life. We had kind of drifted apart a little bit in the past few months. Not for any particular reason. She had started dating this guy and I wasn’t really a big fan of the idea. We had gotten really close after she bought me that toy. I even talked to her once while edging. But for some reason she didn’t like that and said it was “a little off-putting Ally, I am not sure why, it just feels weird.” As if that’s any different that talking on the phone with her Lush shoved so far up her cunt that it tickles her vocal cord. I stopped trading porn with her after that, stopped talking about sex altogether. So when she started dating *Zack*, I wasn’t all that invested.

“What new hobby are you working on now?” She asked a few weeks ago.

“Um. Nothing new really. Just the same old stuff.”

“Have you gone hiking at all this summer? I haven’t seen you post anything. Weren’t you planning on going to hike Mount Kodiak or whatever it is called near you?”

“Yeah, I was thinking about it. But I have just been more busy at work and thing with Josh are getting a little complicated.” Josh was a guy I was dating at that time. We met on Bumble and went on a 5 or 6 dates. He was cool and everything but it wasn’t a love connection. He was also very vanilla in bed.. like unbearably vanilla. I suggested we try anal and he said he wasn’t too sure he wanted that. He also didn’t like oral. He never ate me out and he also didn’t want me to blow him. Which was unfortunate because he had a really nice cock. I am drooling now just thinking about it. Too bad he didn’t know how to use it. I ended things shortly after that conversation with Camilla. I also decided to quit blogging then too.

The real reason was that I was done being fake. I didn’t like recipes I posted. I didn’t enjoy meditating. I hated exercise and god knows I only did it because was scared of gaining weight. I still enjoyed hiking and skiing from time to time. But not nearly as frequently as I used to go. If anything, going less frequently made it more fun. I was learning to relax a little and not be fixated so much on things.

I was still exercising regularly. Everyday after work, I stopped by the gym and was home by 6:30 and most nights I just took it easy and edged a little until I fell asleep. It was mostly edging, no cumming. I came once a month, if that. I enjoyed the never-ending excitement. It was intoxicating. I was constantly aroused. I had to bring spare underwear to work. Especially on days that I went to work with my Lush. Camilla had talked it up enough that I ended up buying one. I also bought a couple vibrators, a small butt plug, anal beads, and nipple clamps. I haven’t used the clamps yet. My nipples (which have been very insensitive before edging) were now exquisitely sensitive. Sometimes just having my bra on rubbing against them made me wet.

Most nights I was sleep by 10 or 11, wet and edged out of my fucking mind. A few times I slept with my plug in without even noticing.

The weekends were when I had most of my fun. Edibles were a nice addition to my edging routine. They just made it easier to drown everything else out and focus on porn. I would wake up Saturday and go do my shopping and laundry. Then at around noon, I would take a couple edibles and start playing with my pussy for hours. I made a rule to stop by Sunday at 8 pm. Any time in between was for me and my cunt. Sometimes I would nap from 11 pm Saturday till 1 or 2 am and wake up and edge again. It was freeing to not have to worry about appointments, online fans, posts, blogs, meetings or dates.

I usually started by reading stories. That was still my favorite thing to start with. I even tried to write a few but it was tougher than I thought. My short story writing skill from my blog didn’t really transfer over I guess. Or maybe I got too turned on to think of the right words. The bigger hurdle was that I couldn’t keep my fingers out of my pussy long enough to type. I would start to formulate a story and as soon as it solidified in my mind, the flood gates would open and I would be 2 fingers deep.

My phone was too limiting and my laptop screen was also too small so I bought I second screen. I have always had the idea but never cared that much until now. I actually got two screens and set them up next to each other. I also got a nice wide cushioned chair and set it in front of the computer. I got new headphones too. It was a nice set up.

The thing is that online porn is a bit of a rabbit hole and I was getting deeper and deeper. I made a Pornhub account to save the videos I liked so I can watch them again later. Over time, my list was quite extensive and diversified.

I liked reading the comments under the videos. They were mostly stupid, like really stupid and vulgar. I got a good chuckle out of them. It was the the uninhibited anonymity that allowed people to just spill out their most primitive, uncouth thoughts. I liked thinking how some of these horny fucking perverts were probably married and had jobs, lives and wives or girlfriends. That turned me on even more. They probably stayed up late after their families had fallen asleep and played with their dicks in the bathroom while still listening for noises outside the door.

I started to write comments too. I tried to be vulgar, I tried. Whatever I could think off. I commented on the girls, “nice ass”, “great set”. I was embarrassed at first and might have deleted a comment or two. But that embarrassment didn’t last long. This was how I started getting direct messages and chats from guys. I liked the attention of course but most of the time I didn’t respond. They were pathetic. I even blocked a bunch. But every once in a while, one guy would send me a clever message and I would respond. They were all small conversations that never lasted but it was deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole. Some guys would just tell me how horny they were. Some would share some porn links with me (I liked that). I also got the occasional dick pic, as you do. I was honestly kind of gross. The pictures were just dark and seedy and kinda nasty. But that didn’t matter now, I wasn’t even bothered. After all, I was there to see dick.

From pornhub, I moved on to other sites and platforms, spankbang, xvideos, xhamster, Reddit of course and lastly Discord. I made my favorite lists public so other can can enjoy. I curated porn content for others and got lots of approving DMs.

The next step down the rabbit hole was Discord. I had already had discord but I rarely used it. I made a new account just to be safe. And I joined a few gooning servers. Deeper down the rabbit hole I went. Watching porn with other pervs and playing with my pussy, watching them come on cam and play with their dicks, fuck their assholes and moan on mic. I loved it. I loved being entranced and focused. Devoid of any thought besides porn, filthy, disgusting, beautiful porn. I often became so brain dead that I couldn’t read all the erotica I used to. It just wasn’t stimulating enough anymore.

It wasn’t until a couple months later that I inadvertently (or rather thoughtlessly) turned my mic on in one of the streams. I moaned. My soft moan was lost in the sea of louder manlier moans. The lack of a reaction was reassuring. No one cared. I mustered the courage to keep going. I moaned again and again. The person posting streaming asked if everyone liked the video playing. It was some BBC hypno. I said I did. I loved it. The flashing flopping cocks swam in my brain. God I wanted to have one in my mouth. I wanted to be taken advantage of.

“I am glad you like it Edged_and_Confused” some voice came out of nowhere. It was the streamer. Fuck he heard me. I closed out of the stream and out of discord. I wasn’t ready for that yet. It scared me to talk to someone else. I stayed off discord for a couple of days. When I went back I realized that the streamer had DM’d me. I didn’t respond, not at first. But a few days later, I did. He was a very nice guy. Wasn’t pushy. He loved porn and just liked sharing. He respected my boundaries. Never sent me any unwanted dick pix. He asked me before he sent me any porn. He said he goes by Wayne but that’s not his real name. He was “pornosexual” and hadn’t had sex in years, and didn’t want to. He said he even had a girlfriend who was also a pornosexual. They often watched porn together and gooned. He said he would introduce me. The concept was fascinating. He said he was in chastity for most of the day. He and his gf used to fight over the wand so he had to buy his own. They still shared butt plugs. It was apparently a competition who can take a bigger one. He was winning.

Their life style was fascinating. I must admit, I didn’t actually believe he had a gf until she DM’d me one day. Still I was suspicious so I asked if she was ok with chatting on mic a little bit. She didn’t hesitate. I was shy at first but she was surprisingly easy to talk to. Her name was Carrie but she said she went by Mistress Tory. She had been with Wayne for about 5 years. They had sex a couple of times at the beginning and she said it was disappointing. He didn’t get hard. But she liked him so they kept dating. He eventually told her about his porn habit and that’s how she got involved. They haven’t fucked since. He liked the impotence kink and loved being in chastity. It was all fascinating.

We became friends. We chatted a few more times. She was definitely a domme and she took me under her wing. She said she wasn’t gay or bi. She was pornosexual. She said she loved porn, and loved everything that could be porn. Sexual preference was irrelevant. It was confusing but it didn’t really matter. I liked talking to her. She turned me on. I turned her on. We both turned Wayne on but his soft useless cock never budged inside those plastic restraints. She used to go on the streams and tease all the gooned out pervs. They sent her gifts and money. Sometimes without even asking.

I started to learn something from her. She said i could start an onlyfans if I wanted to. “I would never be able to post any nudes” I said. And I really believed it too. She said I didn’t have to if I didn’t want to.

“A few pix of your toys, maybe dirty underwear, you feet.. the gooners go wild for those. You can make good” she edged and forgot what she was saying. Wayne had been streaming a gangbang for us while we sat on our wands.

I took her advice. I often sent her the pix to approve before posting them. Every time some gooner DM’d me on discord or Reddit, I would send them my OF account. I even made a fansly which was much better. I didn’t care about the money. But it felt good to have that power over people. I made my first $100 without so much as posting an inch of skin. Just a pair of panties after a guy heard me moan on stream. They weren’t even sexy panties. It’s not like the money was pouring in or anything. In fact that $100 was it for a long time. But eventually one guy said he would pay $20 for a picture of a pair of dirty ankle socks. Seriously what a sucker. Easiest money I ever made. He then asked for a picture of me wearing the socks for $25. Sure, why not? He then asked for the actual socks mailed to him for $50. Nah, I wasn’t doing that. $60? Still no. $70? I said I would think about it. I wasn’t really sure how to mail anything without the person knowing my address. But he kept asking for pictures of dirty articles of clothing. The more worn out the more he paid. I ripped a pair of yoga pants and sent him a pic and he paid to replace them. He was an obsessive weirdo with money. I took advantage. Sometimes I edged to the thought of that power alone.

Pictures of my toys went for $15 each, and at that point I had a lot of toys. They paid for themselves. I also charged $3 a minute of an audio of me playing with that toy. I was getting referrals. I then bumped up the price to $5 per minute. A picture of my wand with a 10 minute audio of me gooning to porn and moaning with the wand went for $60. An 13 min audio clip of me and Mistress Tory gooning went together for $500. We split the profits. We weren’t even in the same room. Not even the same state. They didn’t care. They just loved how porn played in the background while we groaned in unison, “I love your porn” and then screamed and edged, never cumming.

“I love you, Ally”

“I love you too Mistress Tory.”

I told myself it was all an act. A ruse to get money from horny perverts and to feel powerful and in control. They begged me for content and I could stop at any moment. In a second I can delete everything from Fansly and close out my CashApp. I certainly didn’t need the money, neither did Carrie. But the truth is, it was addictive. The sound of porn and the vibration of the wand turned up to max, my asshole plugged, cunt stuffed, nipple clamps on, some poor perv stroking hard and begging me to never cum. I was never on camera, I could have lied about all this and faked it, but I never did. Even my name, they all thought Ally was an alias. “Mistress Ally… Ally baby, mommy.” When they asked for used panties, I sent used panties. When they begged me to edge, I edged until I couldn’t speak. When I promised to wear the lush to work, it stayed in all day. When some guys paid to control it, I kept it in the entire time. When I was on my period or wasn’t in the mood, I told the gooners and they respected that and waited for me to come back.

…

So when I told Camilla that I was leaving public life, I guess I wasn’t all that truthful. The public life I was leaving was the fake one. The sanitized, bubble-wrapped, brightly-colored, hashtag-ridden life she belonged to. I thought about telling her what I was doing. She introduced me to all this, she might be proud of how far I had gotten. None of her ad deals earned her thousands of dollars from 13 minutes of playing with her loose pussy. No one ever paid her $40 just to hear her taking a piss. But when I picked up the phone to call her, I hesitated. I wasn’t sure that I cared enough to have that conversation. At that moment, the phone pinged. One of my *fans* sent me a gif of some cock flopping out of Adriana Chechik’s asshole, cum dripped out of her asshole’s opened rosebud. She squirted all over the flopping cock. I felt the weight of my plug in my asshole. My lush on the lowest setting. I locked the phone. Threw it on the bed. I sat in my computer chair, put on my headphones, propped my legs on the table under the screen. My pink toes lit up in the hue of the screen. I had 17 notifications.

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