Okay, so my current fantasy at the moment: itâs Friday, which means my lovely domme has me bound standing. My ankles and knees are forced apart with spreader bars, and my wrists are bound shoulder-width apart above me. Itâs impossible for me to even consider about closing my legs an inch, or my arms either. Around my tits, sheâs wrapped several coils of rope, turning them a dark plum shade and making my nipples harden. She takes her sweet time on my tits, licking and suckling on my nipples until Iâm whining and whimpering, trying to close my thighs to fix the maddening pulsating sensation in my dripping cunt. So far Iâve been denied orgasm for three months, Fridays being my annual edging days before Iâm back on no touch the remainder of the week.
Once my nipples are hardened to perfection, she applies some silver clamps. They hang from them painfully, and I canât help but curse when she adds some heavy weighted balls to them. My tits are pulled down slightly, a burning sensation traveling through them. My clit throbs instinctively, and she shoots me a smirk.
âCanât have my pretty little denial slut making too much noise now, can we?â she taunts. The harness cock gag is slipped into my mouth, until the tip of the false toy touches the back of my throat. My cheeks puff out as she tightens the strap to the furthest notch, trapping the cock inside of my mouth. I have to control my gag reflex and be careful when I swallowed, but Iâm so used to the gag by now that it doesnât take me very long to adjust.
She locks a nice black leather collar around my throat, then continues to play with my tits. She pulls on my clamps and swats at the purple skin until there are tears brimming my eyes.
And next comes the edging. She edges me until Iâm limp in my bonds. It starts with her fingers, the orgasm I crave so desperately slapped away by her hand hitting my cunt. She rubs furiously at my clit, then gives me a quick ten minute break before moving onto the vibrator. After another hour of pure edging with the vibe, Iâm a sobbing mess, my cries and screams muffled by the gag from how frustrated and desperate I am to cum. I thrash in my restraints, and she punishes me for being so disrespectful. She flogs my ass, tits, and cunt, then begins to use her tongue.
Another hour of edging commences with a paintbrush. She drags in through my folds and flicks at my clit with it. The bristles are soaked within five minutes, and Iâm crying yet again. She does this until my pussy juices are dripping between my thighs and onto the floor below in a continuous string of wetness. My folds are swollen along with my clit, and I can feel the heat radiating from my pussy onto my thighs. The room reeks of sex and my skin glows with sweat. Nonetheless, she continues her torment, laughing whenever she retracts the brush and watches my pussy clench and my body jolt with agonizing dismay.
âSuch a naughty, pet. Thinking you deserve to cum,â she teases.
Iâm mindless at this point, unable to devise any comprehensible thoughts. All I can think about is the burning ache in my pussy and how badly I wantâneedâto just fucking cum already. The tears poor from my eyes, my body trembling whenever she pulls the brush away. I try to hump the air, but she swats at my cunt every time.
The feather is next. She edges my clit with that, and itâs the absolute worst because I can feel it, but just barely. Itâs the object that keeps me on the edgeâriding it. It keeps me there for minutes regardless of how badly I want to cum. It doesnât take long for the feather to be soaked through. Iâm limp by the end of it.
My pussy is iced, and Iâm left to hang for a while to recover. She repeats the whole process again, only this time going from the feather to her fingers. I canât fucking think.
When she finishes the edging, and ices my cunt once more, she brings out the chastity belt. Once I see the device, a new fire is immediately revived within me. I scream and try to close my legs, anything so I wonât have to wear it again. My pussy throbs at the sight, and Iâm tugging my wrists raw.
âIf you donât behave while I put this back on, youâre never gonna fucking cum again. Understand me, slut?â she threatens.
She releases me from the spreader bars, and Iâm whimpering into the gag as she slides the cold metal up my legs. The waistband is fixed snugly around my waist, and she slips in the fake cock with the vibrating counterpart that presses against my swollen clit. The cold metal band is pressed up between my legs, and secured in place with a small padlock. Miss follows up with the metal sheath that covers my labia, taking the time to lock it in place. I can already feel the juices of my pussy sinking into my skin.
âThe arousal gel I spread across your belt should kick in soon. Try not to go crazy, pet,â she smirks. âIn fact...â
Iâm released from my bonds and the gag, but not permitted to speak, then retied in my chastity belt, pussy aching and leaking. I canât think straight, and all I want to do is claw at the belt and cry and hump anything in sight until I cum. Iâm flushed and hot and exhausted. But I need to cum.
A ring gag replaces the cock gag (once again pulled to the tightest notch). The collar around my throat remains, and Iâm fixed with a leather harness around my tits. A new pair of clamps are applied to my nipples. My legs are fixated in a frogtied, and my wrists and elbows are bound firmly behind my back, thrusting my chest out. Not even a minute goes by before Iâm drooling onto my tits and a leash is hooked on to the D-ring on my collar.
âThere you go, pet. The belt remains on for another week. Try not to hurt yourself,â she chuckles. âIf I ever feel like youâre not desperate on, Iâll edge you with the vibrations. But for now, enjoy.â
Iâm left like that for a while, bound and gagged. I hump any surface I can find, my grunts coming out strained. Drool covers my chin and chest and I really do look like a messy slut. The arousal gel is in full force, driving me crazy. And I canât even get up onto my knees properly due to the frog tie.
Itâs repeated again next week, Friday.