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I was sitting in the parking lot at school and decided it was a perfect time to edge. I get such a thrill at the thought of being caught masturbating in public. So there I was parked right out front with my pants around my ankles and my fingers inside of me. At one point someone did walk out right next to my car. I tried to cover and shrink down in my seat, but couldn’t stop giggling, because ultimately I knew that if she looked over there was no hiding what I was doing. After I was finished I promptly sucked my fingers dry, because well.. is there a better, tastier way to clean your fingers?? As I was sitting in class I kept reaching up to smell my fingers, God I love that smell. Every time I would smell them I could feel myself get a bit wetter.
Later when I left work I began edging again in my car. It feels like it has been an eternity since the last time I have truly edged. My poor pussy is so used to getting whatever it wants now. As I neared my stopping point my mind started thinking of all the things I could hump. It was suggested to me that I should fuck my gear shift.. I thought about it, I wanted it… but then my rational mind took over. My car is brand new, it still has the new car smell. I’m a clean freak…. I chose not to fuck it. I now realize what this means. It means that I am clearly not as depraved as I used to or want to be. I need more edging. I want to be at the point where rational thoughts no longer enter my mind. After edging I stuffed my panties in my pussy and headed to the store to get supplies for the rest of my day’s activities. Read about that trip here.
When I came home I promptly washed the carrots and cucumbers and put them in the freezer. When they were finally cold enough, I prepared myself for lots of fun!! I started by using my vibrator on my ass to get it ready for what was about to come next. After a few minutes of fucking myself with my vibrator I grabbed the carrot. I had NEVER done anything like this, and did not expect it to be as cold as it was! I put lube on it and started working the tip in my ass. I can not even begin to describe to you the sensations I received. My body immediately became covered with chill bumps. The further I worked the carrot up, the wider my asshole spread, and the wetter my pussy became. I wanted so badly to touch my pussy, but that wasn’t allowed for this edging game. After a few minutes I had to stop, one I was very close to cumming, and two the carrot was REALLY fucking cold.
So I waited a minute with the hopes that I would calm down. That wasn’t the case, the second I reinserted the carrot in my ass I almost instantly had the urge to cum again. I fought the urge and worked the carrot until it was all the way inside my ass. I then pulled it out and began lubing the cucumber, which was a bit bigger then the end of the carrot. I started working the freezing cold cucumber in my ass, which after the carrot wasn’t that difficult. It didn’t take long at all to fully work it in my ass. By this point I was nearly sobbing, fighting back the urge to cum with everything I had. My pussy needed so badly to be touched so I rubbed it a bit to take the edge off. Then I grabbed my wooden spoon and followed the rub with a quick swat to my clit. I jumped at the pain, but at the same time my pussy gushed. I rubbed again quickly, then swatted. Rubbed, swatted, swatted, rubbed, swatted. Before I knew it I wasn’t really rubbing anymore, I was just fucking my ass with the cucumber and swatting my pussy with the spoon. Each time a little harder than the last. A few times I got carried away and swatted a little harder than I like, but it just reminded me that I had better not cum. This continued for awhile until I absolutely couldn’t take it anymore. I was left wanting to do nothing else in the world but cum, an ice cold cucumber in my ass, my pussy on fire from being swatted, and me nearly in tears from holding back my release.
God…. I hate/love edging.
:-D That sounds so fun! I need to assign that to someone, I think. :-)
so there’s a new vibrator coming out that…
- connects to your phone via bluetooth
- syncs up to audio stories in the app so it buzzes more and more as the action heats up
- and can also be controlled by someone else anywhere in the world you’re chatting with in the app
- fits snugly in your pants against your clit so you can use it hands-free…
- …or wear it places while your long-distance lover keeps you on the edge of cumming all day…
- …and…. ok now i’m just going to think about that for a bit.
Oh the ideas… *evil grin*
Edge for Me. Edge any chance you get. Even in public. Especially in public.
Never, NEVER cum without permission. But you MUST touch. You MUST edge.
Edge until touching yourself becomes automatic… unconscious… continuous… until you don’t even realize you are mindlessly stroking yourself in public, keeping yourself wet and ready for Me.
Edge while driving. Edge while shopping. Edge while dining. Edge while waiting at the bus stop. Edge while waiting in lines. Edge when using the bathroom.
Edge while sitting in the library studying. Except we both know you aren’t really studying, are you, pet?
Good girls learn to touch themselves unconsciously. Obediently. Addictedly. That’s not a word, but your pretty little empty head doesn’t know that, and doesn’t care.
Addict yourself to constant arousal, constant wetness, constant need, and constant availability.
That’s it. Edge for Me.
(Background: kinkismyantidrug’s master’s birthday is at the end of August so she’s decided to deny herself for the month.)
TLDR: I edged a lot, had really hot phone sex, and wore a butt plug to a movie.
Today was intense.
I woke up horny again. I went to breakfast with my roommate and then to class as usual, but it wasn’t until I got home that I got really turned on.
Master had me rub my pussy and then turn my ass red with my crop. It hurt like a bitch because I used the long part of the crop like a cane, but it was very effective and I was eager to satisfy him. He was very pleased with the results.
I edged a lot today. I didn’t count how many times but I did keep myself on the edge almost continuously for a couple of hours.
I’ve never wanted Master’s cum—or anyone’s cum, for that matter—as badly as I did today. I can’t explain how much I utterly, desperately needed it. Giving him orgasms is the closest thing to relief I can get right now, and the longer I go without cumming, the more focused I am on pleasing him and less on anything else. He was busy playing a game though, and I quickly got frustrated trying to get his attention because I was so. Fucking. Horny. I generally don’t bug him too much when he’s busy, but today I couldn’t help it. I sent him a few IMs, begging and pleading for him to let me make him cum.
He finally called me, and he was clearly amused. He had me edge myself more with my vibrator, and then he told me to take off my (soaked) panties and put them in my mouth. And that’s when he really started teasing me. He kept asking if I wanted to cum, if I wanted his load, if I was horny for him… and of course I couldn’t give a coherent answer while being gagged, so each time he would say something like “oh, what’s that? I guess you don’t really want it. Let’s have you edge some more while you try to convince me again.”
I sounded like a whore. My whines and whimpers probably would have been a little funny if I weren’t so aroused. He spent a long time teasing me like that, making me edge and taunting me, saying things that were just degrading enough to drive me insane.
Finally, he let me remove the panties, and I immediately started begging him for cum again. I did it over and over, promising him anything at all—saying ‘yes’ without hesitation to each of his increasingly filthy suggestions, even things I don’t normally want. But I didn’t care. I needed his cum more than anything else in the entire world.
When I finally got to hear him cum, it was fantastic. For a few minutes afterward, I felt almost as satisfied as if I’d had an orgasm myself, which is both really weird and really sexy to me.
One of the best things about Master is that he can have many orgasms in a row, so it wasn’t long before we were playing again. The second time, I told him about a fantasy that was in my head while I edged and he jacked off. The fantasy was about him taking me for a walk—leashed—and finding another pet to play with. I told him about how I wanted to get between her legs and lick her holes while he watched. Eventually, he would push me away and mount her instead, and fuck her to his heart’s content. And when he was finished, I’d eagerly lick his cum out of whichever hole he’d just used. (This is an example of a fantasy I’m not always keen on, but I basically have zero inhibitions right now.)
He came again, and I was a very happy girl. After a little more edging, I finally had to leave because I had plans to see Guardians of the Galaxy with friends—it was excellent, by the way!—but not until I’d inserted a butt plug per Master’s orders.
I wore it for the entire movie, and it was torture. Delicious torture. It inspired a lot of fantasies which I might share another time, but suffice it to say my panties were drenched by the end.
All in all, it was a very enjoyable day for me. I’m looking forward to seeing what Master has in store tomorrow.
okay now we’re getting weird
what kind of teacher are you if you teach about squid reading straight from wikipedia
The teacher could tell what was going on… but if he waited for the right moment, he could suddenly call her up to the board to answer questions and then punish her in front of the class for failing to pay attention.
You know what makes this really hot to me in this? The beer. Well… not literally the beer, but the idea that a couple of people are just sitting at a table, enjoying their drinks and chatting while this is going on is fucking hot to me.
Lingerie for my sub.- Sir
I know I’ve posted this before… or at least the one in the upper-right corner, but this needed reblogging. :-)
Per naughtyballerina’s request, I had her order Chinese food delivery while blindfolded and being fingered by me. The results were hilarious, as you can hear.
Pardon the brief moments of silence. I had to edit out the exchange of phone number and address, which is a shame because that part was pretty funny as well. After hanging up the phone she requests permission to cum, which I immediately grant. She had done a terrific job, after all.
She did such a good job, in fact, that next time I think I’ll have her do it with a mouth full of cum, and no swallowing allowed.
My favorite part is the end, after cumming, when she says “That bitch! So many questions!”
There may be a video coming soon as well, depending on how much free time I can justify giving myself.
Re-blogged by request.
There is a great video of this somewhere, also. It would take forever for me to find it using my phone. I’m pretty sure that if you click the “videos” link from a computer, you’ll be able to find it rather quickly.
If I notice someone in my activity feed found it, then I’ll re-blog it here for all y’all new swallowers to enjoy.
Oh my god.
This. This is the relationship I want. Kinky. Dirty. Playful.
Please. And thank you.
Yes. So much yes <3
LOL! I found the vid!
I’ve never been much of an exhibitionist outside of my fantasies. Even small things, like kissing in public for more than three seconds, cause me irrational anxiety. So when, while sitting at the crowded pool, he leaned over my chair and said “I want you to take your top off,” I answered with a nervous laugh and shook my head.
We lingered at the pool until the sun had fallen behind the apartment buildings which surrounded us— just long enough for his request to grow in my head. Some distance away, only one other group of people remained. I turned on my side, away from the group and toward him.
"I want to do it,” I said.
He smiled, “I know.”
I looked up at the apartment building I was now facing and saw a light on the second floor turn on. ”But you have to do it for me,” I bargained. He adjusted his body to block the view from any passersby and lifted up the right cup of my bikini top.
"Too much! Too much!" I immediately protested as the cool breeze hit my erect nipple. He readjusted my top, smiled, and gave me a kiss on the top of my nose. He quietly looked me in the eyes while I processed the mixture of fear and excitement I was feeling.
After some discussion, I was ready to try again. This time I was braver as he lifted both cups of my bikini for much longer than he previously had. He eventually lowered my top and whispered, “I think it is time we got you home.”
Oh! Very nice!
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