It's an hour before midnight, master slips us into the near by woods, hidden by shadows he hefts my tits out of the top of my dress. He pulls me closer by my nipples, he twists them as he quietly addresses me in his low voice. 'Now remember slut, when midnight strikes, I'm going to make you cum in front of everyone, and you better not let anyone realise you are cumming. We've got 78 orgasms to work through, so as soon as the fireworks fizzle out we'll go home and you will edge the entire way. Then before that front door even closes you'll drop that dress. Got it?'
I nod, he pinches my nipples hard 'Tell me, what's going to happen?'
I whimper 'I will cum in front of anyone and won't show it. I will edge on the way home. My dress comes off as soon as we're home.'
'Good girl, one edge for me now. '
'Yes master' I rub my clit as he chuckles at me and rolls my nipples around between his fingers. When I am near the edge I stop, master let's go, pats my head, then rubs a sensitivity balm on my clit.
I fix up my dress and follow him back to our friends' picnic area, I sit next to him and he throws a blanket over our laps. One of our friends quirks her eyebrow at me, 'Not hot enough for you?'
I blush, 'My dress keeps riding up'
'Ugh, I hate that' She nodded and turned back to the group conversation.
As it neared the big moment master slowly manueovered me to sit infront of him, blanket still over our laps. He slowly began fingering me as people shouting the count down to midnight. It was surreal, erotic, cinametic and I felt extra exposed to have a large field of people loudly count down to my first orgasm of the year, and have them all cheer while a large fireworks display went off exactly as I cum on master's fingers. Everyone applauded, screaming 'happy new year', 'fuck yeah' and general cheering noises while master just kept finger blasting me. In my cum soaked state, it was hard to remember that they weren't cheering on my brains pooling out of my cunt, and I that I needed to keep my composure.
Master says he got 6 orgasms out of me as he watched the fireworks. When they stopped, master tucked my dress back over me and removed the blanket, I could still see my exposed thighs glistening in my arousal and hoped everyone was too distracted with the festivities to notice. We did the polite goodbyes and raced back to the car. I immediately started playing with myself as master had instructed earlier, even though it was getting painfully sensitive. As master settled into the car he looked over at me and nodded with approval.
When we got home I ran to the front door, dropping my dress on the front lawn as I went. Master leisurely strolled up, picking the dress up as he went, he stopped and chuckled, watching me huddled at the door naked, waiting for him to let us in. 'Lay on the dining table' He instructed as he open the door. I quickly did as he said, noticing he had already prepared a waterproof table cloth to protect it from the long day ahead. He strapped me down to the table so I wouldn't move.
He played with my body to his amusement, while we had plenty of orgasms to get through he still relished in teasing me, edging me. By 11 am he had gotten 30 more painful orgasms out of me and I was in a delirious state, high from the relentless stimulation and having now been awake for 28 hours. He allowed me to have a break, he fed me, made sure I had plenty of water, and while was allowed to use the bathroom I was instructed not to use the shower, I needed to marinate in my own arousal. After all of this is was 1 pm, master chuckled as I kept nodding off, he kissed me on the head and said I could have a nap in the backyard in the shade of the tree. I thanked master and curled up for my nap.
I abruptly woke up to another orgasm ripping through me as master fucked me under the tree. 'Got to stay on track or we won't finish before midnight slut, wouldn't want to disappoint your followers would you?' My mind was still floating in another world, struggling to remember what reality even was. (master tells me I had a 30 minute nap while he played on his xbox) Words were no longer an option, I moaned loudly, I only now while writing this hope the neighbours weren't home to hear me.
Master continued playing with me, keeping me in an extreme state of heady overstimulation, dragging me wherever he desired, making me pleasure him occasionally, spacing the orgasms out so I still owed some until he was tired and wanted to sleep.
For my final orgasm at 10pm, he bound me on the guest air mattress so I couldnt move, he lay next to me, watched TV and absent mindedly used my nipples and clit as a fidget toy as he spooned me, drift off to sleep... Just before he was about to sleep he rubbed my raw sore clit intensely and sucked my titts until I flooded to sheets with my last orgasm for who knows how long... At least 11 weeks. He held my phone right in front of my swollen sore pussy, spreading the lips wide open with his fingers, he took a photo.
He left me bound to sleep on the wet air mattress throbbing and dizzy, he slept in the master bedroom. Couldn't have a filthy cum whore like me ruining the bed.
Thanks again to all who have contributed to my reacquaintance with orgasm denial, I hope you all found my new years entertaining if not inspiring.
If we reach 364 notes by March the 1st then I will have to write about my fantasies in detail, monthly. Those stories will be linked to the current pinned post (New Year, New Slut ) that I am reblogging this update from.
Please also look at that post to discover all the ways you can still contribute to my endless torment.
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