“You can cum later pet, can’t you?” Their hand under your chin gently nodded your head up and down. Yes, you can cum later. “For now, just edge, edge your silly little mind away.”
They had said similar an hour ago. And the hour before that, though you were losing track of time.
By now, each movement of your hands on your body sent another cruel ripple of pleasure coursing through you. But you would not cum. You could not cum. Not yet. You could cum later. You would cum later. That promise spurred you on, deeper into this hole of edging.
A hole that ate away at your mind, at your thoughts. Leaving you mindless, empty headed. Ripe for reprogramming. You could cum later. Of course you could. You were so far gone that it never occurred to you to ask when ‘later’ might be. They weren’t about to tell you.
