Let’s Edge Together Ch. 01

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A few days ago, I reposted a point system to earn my orgasms. I was so excited to try it! I ended up not doing it alone. One of my lovely followers decided to help me earn points, added some new ways to earn points, and coached me through my edging. Now I’m going to share with you how my morning went…

To begin, he had me smack my clit 30 times to wake me up. Then he instructed that I rub my clit and that I wasn’t allowed to finger my pussy at all. He had me pick up the pace, rubbing my clit in fast circles. I quickly climbed up to the edge.

Before I reached the peak, he told me to flip over, bury my face in my pillow, and “throw that ass up”. I continued to rub my pussy as I moaned softly into my pillow. Whenever I felt close to the edge, I had to scream and bite into my pillow to keep from spilling over.

I was so close to cumming. When I asked him if I could stop, he told me, “No,” and demanded that I continue edging my swollen clit. My legs were shaking and I was really worried that I was going to spill over. He wasn’t convinced that ataşehir escort I was at the absolute edge and had me continue.

I wanted to cum so badly, but I didn’t want to disappoint him. I kept rubbing my clit in circles, not slowing down and not speeding up. My pussy was literally dripping onto my bed sheets and my clit was so swollen and sensitive.

I couldn’t hold off any longer. I asked him if I could at least slow my pace. He instructed that I continue for at least another minute. I stopped rubbing so he could time it properly. He accused me of trying to sneak in a break and threatened me with a longer time. I felt so desperate for an orgasm; I knew this edge was going to be a tough one to complete.

He started the timer and had me begin. A few seconds in, he told me he wanted me to finger my pussy with two fingers for the entirety of the time, which was still unknown to me.

I slowly slid two fingers inside and started pumping them in and out fast like he instructed. I eventually had to slow down; I was terrified kadıköy escort of going over the edge. He was starting to get irritated; he was done playing games. He demanded that I keep my fingers in my pussy and go fast and deep.

I wanted to please him; I did as I was told. I kept my ass up, fingering my pussy fast and deep, moaned into my pillow. I just kept thinking, “Just a little longer. He’ll tell me to stop soon. I can’t break, just a little longer.”

“There is no time limit now, we’re going to go until I know you’re on the complete edge,” showed up on my screen. My stomach dropped as I lost all hope of holding back. I told him I was already there. He still wasn’t convinced, “You’re going to have to really convince me to let you stop or you’re just going to go over and ruin everything.”

I didn’t want to do that. I tried everything to convince him that I was at that point. “Oh my god…fuck…feels so fucking good, sir!” “Please, sir…Can I stop now?…Shit…I wanna cum so badly!!” I got nowhere. He told me to keep going.

So bostancı escort bayan desperate to hold off, I kept trying to convince him to let me stop. I asked him how I could prove to him that I was on the edge. He told me to figure it out and asked me, “What are you willing to do for me if I let you stop?” I kept fingering my pussy as I thought about my answer. I could maybe hump something of his choosing, put my fingers in my ass, blow a dildo to show him how I would repay him for allowing me to stop given we were together.

These thoughts pushed me over. I quickly removed my fingers as my pussy convulsed. My legs shook underneath me, my ass jiggling in the air, and my face buried into my pillow to muffle my moans. I was devastated. I had never been so disappointed in myself.

I actually went through all the stages of grief within the next 5 minutes:

Denial – “It’s ok. I ruined it. It wasn’t a full orgasm!”

Anger – “I told you I was on the edge!! This is your fault! You pushed me over!”

Bargaining – “It wasn’t worth it…I want to give it back!”

Depression – “I’m back down to 76 points…I’m never going to earn my orgasm!!”

Acceptance – “I promise I’ll make it up to you!”

He told me we would get my points back and I regained hope of earning my orgasm.

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