Yesterday, Miss teased me about being her little edgeslut. She poked fun at how horny and needy I always was, how my little dumb girl slutbrain couldn’t think of anything more than the desire between my legs.
I was ordered up and into my bedroom. Next to my bed, she grabbed my face with a single hand, directing my gaze at her.
“Slut. *My* slut.”
Silently holding eye contact for what felt to me like forever, she then took her hand off my face.
“Onto the bed,” she said with little warning, pushing me onto my back. She ran her fingers over my body, and kissed me on the lips, and then on the neck, then on my breast, then my tummy, then my thighs, then my cunt.
I was squirming with anticipation.
She caressed my thighs, all around my needy pussy. It was so ready for more touch. I looked down and locked eyes with her, silently begging for what I so desperately wanted. She could read the arousal on my face clear as day.
Without saying a word, she kissed my clit, just for a moment. And then she got up.
“Horny little thing. You’re just a wet, needy toy. A silly slutbrained dummy, thinking with her cunt… Just how I like you, even when I’m not playing with you… I have some important things to do. You have permission to occupy yourself with some porn if you’d like. Just touch and edge and rub your mind away.”
Given permission, all worked up, and left alone, I couldn’t *not* think about it. All that mattered to my brain was the desire between my thighs. Touching my cunt, I was already so wet. It’d be pointless to do anything else.
So I started looking at porn, fingering myself, rubbing my clit, rubbing my mind away. Good girls don’t cum. Good girls edge. Good girls edge their minds away.