Do you remember when you used to beg me for orgasms? You'd whine and whimper, telling me how you needed the release. You'd say your desperation was too much - you needed to cum.
But I would always say no, of course.
And you would cry in frustration as I forced you to edge over and over, denying you the ultimate pleasure.
Look at you now, little slut.
You haven't asked for an orgasm in months. Did you realize that?
No, you know better now. You understand that orgasms aren't for girls like you.
Now you beg for permission to edge.
You understand that your denial pleases me. That my pleasure is the only pleasure you are allowed. My pleasure is the only pleasure that matters.
Have you realized that I've replaced your orgasms with edges? And you thank me every time.
You throw yourself at me in gratitude each time I deny you an orgasm with another edge, humbly thanking me for keeping you desperate, needy, and ready for me to use at any time.
How pathetic.
