He has claimed the control of my pleasure. It is a delightful state. It has been guided edging and sweet yearning for nights and mornings.
This morning when I asked for permission to edge enjoying my morning coffee, he told me I could, in such a way:
Take a sip from the coffee
Touch for forty seconds
Stop, sip.
Surprisingly I found that I was super sensitive to pleasure when I started. One touch, and I was already at a 9 (out of 10). I set the timer for forty seconds, took a sip from my coffee, and started. Very quickly I was swimming into warm rivers… and I hard the alarm. Forty seconds takes ages when waiting for the microwave. It felt like the blink of an eye.
I stopped, took a sip, and restarted.
Forty seconds of touching and pleasure.
Disrupted by the alarm.
Start again, flow… deeper and deeper.
Stop.
After four or five times I realised I was going into a floating state. It started to feel like forced sleep deprivation. A different state of consciousness. I would lie there motionless and feel the wave of yearning and pleasure washing over my body. I could visualise the pleasure caressing my skin.
The disruption of the alarm was so disrupting I started to fear re-starting.
But I had to. He told me to continue until I finished my coffee.
So I went deeper and deeper into sensation and yearning only to be cruelly stopped. by the alarm. Every forty seconds.
At the end, I wanted to scream. I wanted to bite.
But it didn’t end there.
He told me to next edge, very slowly, without the alarm.. a very hard edge. Until to the very brink. Then stop and give a hard smack and two pinches, one on each nipple. If I timed it right, I was allowed to ruin, as long as I kept my legs wide as I felt it coming. The ruin didn’t come. A massive frustration did.
Goodness this sounds cruel and wicked. And arousing. Who would do such things to a poor girl?
