Imagine a day of punishment. It was agreed on after you misbehaved because you wanted to be a brat - you are excited of course, you love to be punished, it always feels good and you always get a reward after you endure it. The punishment for the day is to be with a vibrator the whole day, only remove it when they allow you to. And, of course, they will be controlling it from a distance so there are moments when it's off and you'll forget about it. Moments when the toy is on and you will feel like you will lose your mind while trying to keep a straight face since you're in public. It felt great, all of it, until you notice. . . they are not planning on making you cum. They know you so well that every time you're getting close, they turn the vibrations off and you're left squirming in place looking for more pleasure.
Except for when you're talking to someone. You had your toy with you from the morning, you feel too hot inside your clothes, you know your cheeks are flustered all the time because every time the vibrations start your blood rushes everywhere like an adrenaline kick. What if someone hears it? What if you make a sound? What if you start to drip through your pants with how soaked you are? Your mind is getting foggy, you can't think of anything but how good it feels when the toy is giving you more and more. . . until it stops.
And then you have to go back to paying attention to the person in front of you while her whole body pulsates for more. Blinking slowly with your glassy eyes, you stop biting your bottom lip, you smile, you ignore the need to roll your hips to get some friction going. You have no idea how long you can take of this, but it's your punishment and you know that its best to behave now. Better yet, you focus on your prize, you think of how amazing it will feel when you finally reach your climax, and you're desperate to hear the praise in their hoarse voice when they check how sensitive you are after a day of edging. Of course, it doesn't help to calm down your body nor it makes easier to ignore how fast you would cum if you just sneaked into the bathroom.
But when the vibrations start again, your mind follows its course into pretty scenarios where you would be moaning happily with every new wave of pleasure. You don't care about what the person in front of you is talking about, you don't care about- oh.
You were getting closer now, closer than before. Maybe because you were about to stand up so you could rush back home. Now the toy is not stopping, now you're being forced to hold back against what you desperately wanted, and needed. If you reached your climax right there, there was no doubt the person in front of you would notice. Your heart was beating too fast, you almost whimpered a few times during the conversation, you ignored how it sounded like you were moaning instead of humming in agreement, but if you came? God, you would moan so sweetly, arching your back and spreading your legs to feel the toy better. You couldn't let this happen. And the toy wasn't stopping now.
Adrenaline hit you hard like before, and this time you pressed your thighs together in the hopes of stopping the vibrations, feeling less of it, looking for control, for something to ground you in place. When it's time to leave, you make up an excuse to stay behind when everyone left - you have no idea how you're supposed to stand up with the toy vibrating so hard. Let alone walk, your legs were shaking, you wouldn't be able to hold back, you would cum and. . . it stopped. Panting, you closed your eyes to try and catch your breath, so sensitive that your whole body felt like it was overheating. You wanted to be out of your clothes, you wanted to cum, you didn't care if you were not home yet. The battle between can and can'ts kept shifting inside your mind because you wanted your high pleasure reward, but you knew it would be wrong if it happened there.
Your mind went blank when a single text popped up on your phone.
'We are not done yet. I'll meet you halfway home, you need to take a walk to calm down. We can keep going in the car'
You had no choice, it was part of the deal. It excited you further, not knowing if you would be able to endure it and hide from people that you were on the verge of cumming in public. Besides, the day was almost over, you would have your reward once you were home. Shaken legs or not, you stood up, a small vibration sending shivers down your spine as you hoped for the elevator to be empty when it was your turn to get inside.
