She feels the embarrassment every time she wakes up from an edging session.
Slowly piecing together how she has edged for the last hours.
As her gaze drifts over all the wet spots she sees from her spot.
Seeing all of it fuels the fire of embarrassment.
And yet, the heat turns from embarrassment to arousal.
As her cunt suddenly gushes more liquid pleasure out of her, a moan escapes her trembling lips.
It doesnt help that just in that moment the pure and deep smell hits her nostrils.
It is so strong she can basically taste her own arousal in the air.
But that only fuels her lust more.
That is when she notices the leash she is wearing on a collar.
With the leash ending between her legs.
A clear sign who holds it.
She didnt even have time to process that thought, what it really means.
The sudden wave of arousal, pleasure and lust turns her suggestible brain into a tsunami of pleasure in seconds again.
She falls over onto her sofa again, legs spread and her fingers already rubbing again.
Out of the corner of her mind she notices her phone she is setting up.
Another recording of herself edging.
By now she has already quite a few.
And each one mark a new step.
On one hand she feels the helpslessness in the situation as her fingers start to thrust into her.
On the other hand she just cannot get enough of the pleasure.
Deep down she cant wait to see this video and edge to her own corruption.
With that her consciousness sinks deep again.
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