Day 8.
It was day 8 of Veronicas continuous edging.
Her mind was a haze, her naked body aching with need beyond all description.
Her master quietly read in the corner, occassionally bothering to look up and make sure his slave did not deviate from his orders
He had posted pictures of his cock all over the room. The one cock she worshipped, that she longed and begged and lived to suck, to feel, to fuck her holes until she passed out from exhaustion. Veronica adored that cock, and try as she might, it was not possible to see and think about those 10 inches that drove her wild. She can and has came hard and even squirted just from thinking about it.
But she wasn’t allowed to cum. To reach orgasm would decimate her psychologically in how she failed her master. She couldnt allow it, not ever. The inevitable caning/candlewax combo over her entire body was not nearly as bad as the possibility that she might fail her one true love in the world as he sat just a few feet from her desperate cunt.
She ran her hands along said cunt as demanded and as she had done almost nonstop for the past 8 days. her clit ached and needed like she had never needed anything before in her life. She would trade her life for permission to cum in this state.
Meanwhile everything else being done to her is functioning like it mechanically should. Her butt plug is still in, she still has her collar and nipple clamps on. The container full of cum is still dripping it drop by drop right into her open mouth as it had been for over a week. Veronica hated that bucket. While she relished the chance to taste her masters cum mixed in with hers it was this bucket becoming empty that determined when she could stop.
She only ever had to stop eating to go to the bathroom, to sleep (only 3 hours a day and the bucket gets plugged then) to eat proper food or to service her master, who has secretly refilled the bucket twice now while she was asleep. Its not even a third empty!
Sometimes her master would let her stop rubbing her pussy and lets a vibrator on low do the work. Veronicas arms loved this, as they needed the break, but her pussy was not happy as it would increase her arousal almost as much as the thought of her owners cock.
So as her nearly permanently edged pussy is continuously denied release by Veronicas cruel master, Veronica waits and wait for this wretched bucket to empty as she slowly drinks her favorite liquid (mixed in with fresh warmer loads from her master cumming on her pathetic face). She waits and waits and waits while her dreary mind solely focused on what makes her hotter than anything else.
Little did the cum-hungry slut know she would be edged for much longer than she had realized even after the session ended
