Sir has instructed me to edge every other day and to tell him when I do and send photos of what belongs to Him. He allows me to touch myself and play with His pussy and clit. But I’m not allowed to cum without permission. Pretty standard stuff, right?
Now in the past with other playmates I would “say” that I didn’t cum, but how were they to know? I could orgasm and never tell. Did I feel guilty about it, no. To be honest I wasn’t fully invested with those people, there wasn’t a good connection for me. And so I felt like I was role playing as a sub, and it even led me to question if I even was submissive.
And then, when I wasn’t really looking and had almost given up on even trying anymore, He messaged me. The conversation flowed. It was true vetting, on both sides. This is the first time that I’ve been absolutely willing to do as instructed and follow orders. This time it’s different. This time I have a Dom that has earned/is earning my submission. (If you read this, Sir….thank You for Your time and patience, for helping me become Your/a bad ass bitch - You know what it means to me).
So back to edging…..usually I don’t have much alone time, young adult daughter still lives at home (she’s moving out to her own apartment next month - so yay for me!). So my “playtime” usually happens sometime during the day on Saturdays before she gets home. Today I was feeling particularly horny and so I took some time to play with His pussy and clit. I messaged Him to let Him know that I was doing it (even though I don’t need permission, I want Him to know I’m thinking of Him and taking care of His things). He allows me to use toys when I do this if I want. He responded quickly and provided me with some reminders of what He can and will do when we are together next. The reminder of what it felt like when His mouth was licking me almost did me in then and there. After about a half hour of edging I could hardly stand it anymore and told Him that I needed to stop before I came without permission. He then asked if I had a private area in my backyard where I could go and cum. As He put it, it was a “what would you do for a Klondike bar” moment.
Well fuck me, my backyard is completely open and the houses are close together, so there is no way possible that I could do that, meaning cumming out there was definitely off of the table. Something tells me that He laughed a very sadistic laugh when I told him that.
Of course the feeling of being on edge for Him is a reminder of what I am and who I belong to. And I know that He wants me ready to be His hungry fuck toy the next time we see each other. Edging for Him is one way to ensure that.
