Smooshing my balls between two chopsticks held together with rubber bands squeezed a bit of precum from my cock, which felt incredibly frustrating because the sensation was so mixed. I couldn’t tell if it felt like I was about to cum, needed to pee, or if it was just precum. I looked down and saw a clear, sticky, slightly thick fluid oozing from the head. It wasn’t cloudy, so I knew there was no cum in it, which put my mind at ease—even as it turned me on more and added to the frustration.
The chopsticks held my balls firmly, and my cock grew extra rock hard. The skin felt so tight and sensitive that just thinking about it was enough to send jolts of arousal through my twitching cock. I really had to stop myself from getting too excited. I lubed up and started stroking to the metronome. It felt so good that if I’d let myself go, I could have come right then and there.
I kept thinking back to the start of the competition, and to one specific sentence Mistress Ashley sent in the group:
“Watching all of you stroking your little hearts out and being denied the satisfaction of emptying your balls makes me very horny.”
Why did she have to say that?! Such a predicament.
The physical sensations mixed with the thoughts of denial, staying desperate and frustrated, only made my cock harder. It became harder and harder to distract my brain from arousing thoughts. They kept sneaking back in without me even realizing it. One mistake, and I knew I’d cum all over myself, so I forced myself to think about completely unsexy things: soccer, imagining myself singing in front of people, even yard work—anything to counter the sensation.
Once I passed the first 100 strokes, I felt like I had a decent handle on keeping my cum inside. Still, every so often one stroke would hit differently. More intense and immediately push me into edging, with precum escaping the tip. I had to tense up to hold on, since I wasn’t allowed to stop stroking.
Eventually, I made it to 300. I was so relieved… yeah, right
Rankings were in:
- D--- 800/2720
- P--- 700/2630
- T--- 800/2470
- Th--- 0/1690
- Pneuma--- 300/1765
- L--- 220/900
- S--- 150/560
- D--- 0/185
- K--- 0/0
YAS I was back to my forth place! But now the final round was upon us!
"Welcome to the final round my lovelies!
This round is going to work a little differently.
- You must defend your position. I am setting your bids for this round. They will be posted when edging opens.
- Please use a metronome app set to 113 beats per minute to play in the background of the video. You must keep time and edge with the metronome!
- Please smush balls between two wooden spoons. Hold in place with rubber bands or hair ties. Application and removal should be part of your video.
- Please record an additional 15 seconds post edging. *This will be enforced strictly.*
- Edging submissions must go directly to me AND to the verification group."
"
“Oh, we are fucked,” was the first thought that hit me when I saw 113 BPM.
Waiting for Mistress Ashley to give us our bids was brutal. I was getting restless and agitated, waking up stupidly early from how horny I was. My cock would tease itself constantly, squeezed tight by the cage. At this point, leaking had become normal. Humping my bed and pillows was nothing more than a desperate attempt to feel anything while I moaned and whimpered, completely bound to denial.
Rocking my hips back and forth made my cock push up against the cage, then slide back in as I thrust forward, filling it completely. It felt like I was sliding in and out of something tight and restrictive, which only made everything worse.
The four-way harness arrived.
It was finally here. I ripped open the package and immediately started figuring it out. After about ten minutes, I had it installed—and oh my god, it was super comfortable. At the same time, it pushed my cock all the way back into the cage and held it tightly against my body. It felt even more deprived now, trying to get hard with absolutely no room to grow, held firmly in place.
My nipples hardened. My heartbeat skyrocketed. I found myself drooling and leaking out of sheer desperation. Pulling on the cage was pointless now—the harness locked it exactly where it was supposed to stay. I felt trapped, turned on, frustrated, and unbearably horny all at once.
My mind started running wild. I imagined what it would be like to truly beg for release, only to be denied. I knew things could get so much more intense, so much more uncomfortable. I could see myself crying and pleading for permission to cum, only to be told no—or worse, punished for whining about it.
Fuck!
After wearing the harness for a few hours, I realized how much of a difference it made not having a tight strap running between my crack. It genuinely felt like I wasn’t wearing anything at all, which somehow turned me on even more. Mistress Ashley and I had created a comfortable environment for me to suffer in—and now I had no excuse.
Wearing the harness amplified my horniness. It felt like an extension of Mistress Ashley’s control, grounding me, holding me accountable, and keeping me exactly where I belonged.
Before posting our bids for us Mistress Ashley sent a message stating:
"Before i post the bids i want to remind you to relock after your edging session. Please remain locked until the results are announced!!!"
God damn it! I completely forgot about the cooldown period after the last edging round.
Every time she posts, every time she sends a new rule, it just turns me on even more. All I can think about is how I’m slowly reaching that point where staying denied becomes really hard. I know that if things keep going the way they have been, I will reach a moment where I’m begging for release.
I can already see it happening. I can see myself agreeing to give that power entirely to my keyholder—consenting to an arrangement where I’d have no choice but to endure, existing solely as a vessel for her amusement.
And somehow, that thought only makes it harder to resist.
And with that our bids were finally in and the edging has began:
Bids
- D--- 1000
- P--- 875
- T--- 1000
- Th--- 500
- Pneuma--- 450
- L--- 275
- S--- 190
- D--- 220
- K---140
Fuck me. 450?!
By that point I was 100% sure I was going to go bankrupt.
I was so frustrated it actually took me a moment to realize I could take the cage off to do my edging. I guess I was already getting used to suffering through frustration. As soon as it clicked, I started setting up for the final edging video.
There was no way I could apply the chopsticks and record one-handed at the same time, so I grabbed my tripod and angled it toward the edge of my bed. I moved into frame and started working on her artwork. Once the chopsticks were in place, I picked up my phone and began filming with my left hand while applying lube. The metronome was already ticking away from the speakers in the background.
I played with myself just enough to get hard—which didn’t take long at all—and then started the journey toward 450 strokes. I was ready to cum, but I didn’t want to. I didn’t want the sweet torture to end. Over and over, the sensations nearly pushed me over the edge, but with deep breaths, squeezing my pelvic floor, and forcing unsexy thoughts into my head, I managed to keep going.
About 75% of the way in, I lost count completely. My brain turned to mush, my breathing got fast and heavy, and I felt like I’d been riding the edge forever. Precum was constant. I just kept stroking like a mindless whore until I was sure I’d hit—or passed—450.
I was the first one to post my video. Mistress Ashley was very pleased that I followed the rules. I received a “PERFECT” and a “GOOD JOB,” which instantly turned me into a puppy.
I used the one-hour window to clean up and take care of my cock and balls, enjoying that brief taste of freedom. When I put the cage back on my reluctant penis, it immediately started to harden inside it—and to leak. I found myself grinding my hips against my chair as a wet spot began to form in the front of my freshly cleaned underwear.
“I am so wet,” I muttered to myself, which reminded me of my ex-girlfriends saying the same thing. That memory only made me more desperate. So horny to cum, I grabbed a dildo from my toy bag and lubed it up, slowly working it toward my prostate.
It was a six-inch classic Feeldoe. I pushed back like I was about to take a number two, which opened me up more as I straddled it on my chair. Every time I stood, it slid almost all the way out, only to sink back in as I lowered myself and fucked myself again. The sensation was both stimulating and uncomfortable. I couldn’t tell if it felt good or if it was just frustrating—it was confusing, but I didn’t want to stop.
I felt like such a slut. My cock was useless except for tormenting me further. I surrendered to the rubber cock inside me as it forced precum out while keeping my own cock hard and trapped in the cage, completely out of my control. Every now and then I’d let it slip all the way out, only to feel an even bigger drop of precum escape as my muscles relaxed.
I realized then that I could absolutely cum from being fucked in the ass alone—something I’d always known was possible, but had never actually felt before to this extend.
The next day the final results were in:
Final Rankings
D--- 3720
T--- 3470
P--- 2630
Th 2190
Pneuma--- 2215
L--- 1175
S--- 750
D--- 185
K--- 0
"Congrats to @D for winning this competition!!
@K, you are in for a punishment! A dozen clothes pins on your cock, a petals like a flower preferably."
"Hello my lovelies!
Welcome to the end of the competition. I am so proud of all of you for the hard work and dedication you have shown. I have seen each of you grow in the course of this competition and push yourself to your limits. I have seen each of you grow in such wonderful ways!!
All of you have overcome hurdles during the past month. All of you handled them beautifully, thoughtfully, and with care. Its been such a joy to watch each of you move through this competition!
Anyone who wants to join the punishment is encouraged to do so! Otherwise you are welcome to unlock and be free my lovelies!
I hope you all stay in touch moving forward! I will be leaving the chat group open, you are welcome to stay (or not) as you please. I wish each of you all the best! You are each capable of overcoming all the challenges that come your way.
Please reach out if there's anything I can do for you!
Take care
Mistress Ash"
And just like that, the competition came to an end. I can’t help but feel deeply emotional—I already miss it terribly. So much has happened since the very beginning, and those 30 days flew by faster than I ever imagined. It has truly been a pleasure to be part of such a wonderful creation and experience. I faced challenges I never expected, learned so much about myself and chastity, pushed my limits, and allowed a long-buried part of me to come back to life.
Even though I wasn’t the winner in the end, I stand here feeling victorious. I never thought I would make it through the first week, let alone reach the finish line. I grew as a person, and I couldn’t have hoped for a better outcome.
A huge thank-you goes to Mistress Ashley for guiding and leading this ship safely home. Despite the many obstacles and challenges thrown her way, she demonstrated true strength, compassion, patience, discipline, and humility. She is truly an inspiration.
Thank you as well to my fellow competitors who gave their all. Together, we shared this journey and a common purpose. I greatly enjoyed your companionship and camaraderie, and I know each of you will do amazing things in all your future endeavors.
Finally, thank you to everyone who supported me throughout this journey in one way or another. In moments of weakness, your words and encouragement helped me stay strong and keep moving forward. I wish you all the best, and I hope that one day I can return the same support to you.
THE END.
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