Edge of the World
By shebakesalot(sub female)
June 15, 2023
“Do you want to edge for me tonight?” That’s how it all started. “Tonight” turned into several nights of edging at his request. Every time I edged myself, I thought of all the ways he would use me. Edging and edging myself until I’d get so close to release, but unable to grant myself that pleasure. “My pussy is yours, Sir.” Over and over again, I moaned those words. Sending those words in audio messages. Videos. Texts. Every time I reached the edge, I was reminded who owns me. Sir owns me.
The day finally arrived for his visit—my pussy wet the entire day, as it had every day leading up to then. D-r-i-p-p-i-n-g wet. Ready for him. I was instructed to remove my panties earlier that day. “So I know you’re ready for me,” he texted. Doing so made my wetness even more noticeable every time I walked around the house. I could smell myself as I moved. Sitting at my desk, I kept rubbing my legs together. I wanted to cum so badly. A mixed groan-moan, and I got back to work (tried to anyway…). During my lunch break, I made a last-minute errand to pick up a surprise ordered just for him—a spreader bar with accompanying leather cuffs for my hands and ankles. As one of the items on our “Fucket List,” I couldn’t wait to check it off the list.
Once I returned home, I tried willing the time away by tidying up the house and making sure things were in place upon his arrival. I spread the new sex blanket neatly across the bed, anticipating the many ways he would make my pussy gush (lesson learned from the first time we played). I then arranged the spreader bar and cuffs at the edge of the bed, my pussy tingling in excitement. My impatience (and inability to keep a surprise a surprise) got the best of me and I quickly texted him a photo of the bed setup. “Surprise! I couldn’t wait!” He responded with a heart reaction.
I counted down the hours until he arrived. As luck would have it, he hit traffic on his way over. “Change of plans,” he texted. “You’re going to keep yourself on edge until I arrive. You only cum at my touch.” Yes, Sir. It took a hell of a lot of focus to keep myself from cumming after edging all day. It was torture, but worth every moment. We continued texting while he was stuck in traffic—him praising me for being such a good girl and I, how wet and riled up I was as I waited. “Door is unlocked.” Was my last text to him before I made my way to the bedroom to wait.
Shortly before he arrived, he instructed me to mark my body with my pussy’s wetness. “Where you want me to kiss and lick. On your neck. On the insides of your thighs.” I did as I was told, marking my neck, my inner thighs, the tops of my tits, and finally, my lips. With each touch, I imagined him kissing and tasting each spot. “As I taste your skin, I’ll know that you’re mine.” I couldn’t help myself and licked my lips clean, teasing myself with a taste of what he would devour later. And then I heard the front door open.
Blindfolded, I was on my knees, tits out, legs spread with my pussy fully on display, and my hands behind my back—just as he requested. Again, I could smell how desperately I wanted to be Sir’s Good Girl and submit to him. My body thrummed with anticipation. With my senses heightened, I awaited hearing his footsteps as he entered the room, but then my pussy suddenly throbbed and I felt it. His presence. A shiver ran down my spine. Silence. Then soft movement.
“That’s my Good Girl.” The warmth of his breath against my ear felt like a shock wave through my entire body. Had my legs not been spread wide, clenching my legs together would have made me cum on the spot. I heard him inhale a big breath. “Mmm, I can smell how wet you are for me, Baby Girl.” Every inch of my body hummed at his praise. Breathe. Breathe. My chest rose and fell in short breaths. I felt like I’d either explode or pass out with a single touch. Or both.
And I almost did explode as I felt a finger drag torturously slow across my swollen, wet slit. I moaned and whimpered, my body bowing at his touch. “You’re so wet for me,” he said, letting out a quiet moan of approval as I heard him taste his fingers. “Such a good girl for me.” I squirmed in place, feeling the juices from my pussy dripping down my inner thighs, aching to be touched. I then felt his lips on my neck, his tongue darting out to taste where I had marked myself with my wetness. Every inch of my body shivered in response.
I bit my lip as I heard the soft clink of metal as he removed the belt from his pants. The sound of more soft movements and then I felt the warm tip of his cock against my lips. I immediately opened my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip, and I gave a small gasp at the salty drip of pre-cum from his cock. Fuck, I wanted more. As my hands weren’t technically bound behind my back, I fought the urge to take his cock into my hands and greedily suck him off. Thankfully, he granted me a few moments to work my mouth along the length of his cock. I moaned and gasped as I alternated between kissing and licking his tip and taking him as deeply as I could while on my knees. I could do this all night if he let me. For another night (maybe).
Threading his fingers in my hair, he stopped my head’s movement and held me in place. Still blindfolded, I relied on his movement to arrange me as he pleased. “Time for your throat training,” he said as I opened my mouth wide, ready to receive his cock. He slowly pushed his cock into my mouth, inch-by-inch, as I adjusted to accommodate his thickness. The tip of his cock gently hit the back of my throat and he held himself there for a moment. “That’s my Good Girl.” I resisted my gag reflex, squirming in place at the feeling. He then pulled his cock from my mouth and I let out a small gasp. “Now you’re going to take all of my cock again and I’m going to count to three.” I swallowed and responded with nod and a “Yes, Sir.” I again opened my mouth wide, ready to receive his cock again. Unable to see anything sent a thrill down my spine as I waited for him to proceed.
Tongue out, I feel his cock slide into my mouth. This time, a little faster, and again, the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. “One…two…three” He pulled out and I coughed with a moan. “You’re such a good girl for me.” I gleefully hum at his praise. “Again.” I open my mouth and he slides his cock in, immediately hitting the back of my throat. Not as prepared, I tried to pull my head back just a bit, but he holds me firmly in place. He counted down much slower. “One…two…three” then removed himself from my mouth. I cough and gasp more this time, spit forming at my lips. “Had enough, Baby Girl?” He asks. I shake my head no and open my mouth, ready for another go. “That’s my good little slut.” His cock slides in and he’s at the back of my throat instantly. I squirm, but he holds me in place. Again, he counts slowly. “One… two… mmm… three” and then his thickness is gone. I gasp and cough, a little bit of saliva dripping out of my mouth. “That’s enough throat training for now,” he says and then I feel his lips on mine.
The day finally arrived for his visit—my pussy wet the entire day, as it had every day leading up to then. D-r-i-p-p-i-n-g wet. Ready for him. I was instructed to remove my panties earlier that day. “So I know you’re ready for me,” he texted. Doing so made my wetness even more noticeable every time I walked around the house. I could smell myself as I moved. Sitting at my desk, I kept rubbing my legs together. I wanted to cum so badly. A mixed groan-moan, and I got back to work (tried to anyway…). During my lunch break, I made a last-minute errand to pick up a surprise ordered just for him—a spreader bar with accompanying leather cuffs for my hands and ankles. As one of the items on our “Fucket List,” I couldn’t wait to check it off the list.
Once I returned home, I tried willing the time away by tidying up the house and making sure things were in place upon his arrival. I spread the new sex blanket neatly across the bed, anticipating the many ways he would make my pussy gush (lesson learned from the first time we played). I then arranged the spreader bar and cuffs at the edge of the bed, my pussy tingling in excitement. My impatience (and inability to keep a surprise a surprise) got the best of me and I quickly texted him a photo of the bed setup. “Surprise! I couldn’t wait!” He responded with a heart reaction.
I counted down the hours until he arrived. As luck would have it, he hit traffic on his way over. “Change of plans,” he texted. “You’re going to keep yourself on edge until I arrive. You only cum at my touch.” Yes, Sir. It took a hell of a lot of focus to keep myself from cumming after edging all day. It was torture, but worth every moment. We continued texting while he was stuck in traffic—him praising me for being such a good girl and I, how wet and riled up I was as I waited. “Door is unlocked.” Was my last text to him before I made my way to the bedroom to wait.
Shortly before he arrived, he instructed me to mark my body with my pussy’s wetness. “Where you want me to kiss and lick. On your neck. On the insides of your thighs.” I did as I was told, marking my neck, my inner thighs, the tops of my tits, and finally, my lips. With each touch, I imagined him kissing and tasting each spot. “As I taste your skin, I’ll know that you’re mine.” I couldn’t help myself and licked my lips clean, teasing myself with a taste of what he would devour later. And then I heard the front door open.
Blindfolded, I was on my knees, tits out, legs spread with my pussy fully on display, and my hands behind my back—just as he requested. Again, I could smell how desperately I wanted to be Sir’s Good Girl and submit to him. My body thrummed with anticipation. With my senses heightened, I awaited hearing his footsteps as he entered the room, but then my pussy suddenly throbbed and I felt it. His presence. A shiver ran down my spine. Silence. Then soft movement.
“That’s my Good Girl.” The warmth of his breath against my ear felt like a shock wave through my entire body. Had my legs not been spread wide, clenching my legs together would have made me cum on the spot. I heard him inhale a big breath. “Mmm, I can smell how wet you are for me, Baby Girl.” Every inch of my body hummed at his praise. Breathe. Breathe. My chest rose and fell in short breaths. I felt like I’d either explode or pass out with a single touch. Or both.
And I almost did explode as I felt a finger drag torturously slow across my swollen, wet slit. I moaned and whimpered, my body bowing at his touch. “You’re so wet for me,” he said, letting out a quiet moan of approval as I heard him taste his fingers. “Such a good girl for me.” I squirmed in place, feeling the juices from my pussy dripping down my inner thighs, aching to be touched. I then felt his lips on my neck, his tongue darting out to taste where I had marked myself with my wetness. Every inch of my body shivered in response.
I bit my lip as I heard the soft clink of metal as he removed the belt from his pants. The sound of more soft movements and then I felt the warm tip of his cock against my lips. I immediately opened my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip, and I gave a small gasp at the salty drip of pre-cum from his cock. Fuck, I wanted more. As my hands weren’t technically bound behind my back, I fought the urge to take his cock into my hands and greedily suck him off. Thankfully, he granted me a few moments to work my mouth along the length of his cock. I moaned and gasped as I alternated between kissing and licking his tip and taking him as deeply as I could while on my knees. I could do this all night if he let me. For another night (maybe).
Threading his fingers in my hair, he stopped my head’s movement and held me in place. Still blindfolded, I relied on his movement to arrange me as he pleased. “Time for your throat training,” he said as I opened my mouth wide, ready to receive his cock. He slowly pushed his cock into my mouth, inch-by-inch, as I adjusted to accommodate his thickness. The tip of his cock gently hit the back of my throat and he held himself there for a moment. “That’s my Good Girl.” I resisted my gag reflex, squirming in place at the feeling. He then pulled his cock from my mouth and I let out a small gasp. “Now you’re going to take all of my cock again and I’m going to count to three.” I swallowed and responded with nod and a “Yes, Sir.” I again opened my mouth wide, ready to receive his cock again. Unable to see anything sent a thrill down my spine as I waited for him to proceed.
Tongue out, I feel his cock slide into my mouth. This time, a little faster, and again, the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. “One…two…three” He pulled out and I coughed with a moan. “You’re such a good girl for me.” I gleefully hum at his praise. “Again.” I open my mouth and he slides his cock in, immediately hitting the back of my throat. Not as prepared, I tried to pull my head back just a bit, but he holds me firmly in place. He counted down much slower. “One…two…three” then removed himself from my mouth. I cough and gasp more this time, spit forming at my lips. “Had enough, Baby Girl?” He asks. I shake my head no and open my mouth, ready for another go. “That’s my good little slut.” His cock slides in and he’s at the back of my throat instantly. I squirm, but he holds me in place. Again, he counts slowly. “One… two… mmm… three” and then his thickness is gone. I gasp and cough, a little bit of saliva dripping out of my mouth. “That’s enough throat training for now,” he says and then I feel his lips on mine.
