Last week was the first time we had talked in a bit because life had gotten in the way. We chatted for a little, and then got into it. Sir starting counting backwards from 50 (eyes open)… 49 (eyes closed)… 48 (eyes open)… all the way down to 0. I had been nervous before we started that my mind wouldn’t drop into trance as easily, since it had been a while since our last session. But, I dropped so effortlessly and so deeply. My mind felt so nice and quiet as I sunk into trance during the countdown. The deeper I went, the better it felt. The better it felt, the deeper I went. My memory gets a little fuzzy when it comes to recalling things from this point on, but I will try my best to remember correctly.Sir started to talk and bring up ~the word~. We’ve been practicing a trigger revolving around the word “pleasure.” I get butterflies just typing it and reading over it. Every time he says this word, I feel, well, pleasure. I feel a warmth in my pussy that radiates throughout the rest of my body. It makes me ache, it makes me drip, and god does it make me squirm and writhe. It is the most wonderful but frustrating feeling. After a bit of talking, he counted me down again.Counting down while I’m already in trance is one of my favorite feelings. It’s like you are so, so deep, as far down as you thought you could go. But then the floor drops out from underneath of you and you sink all the way down this time, to the newfound bottom. Everything I was feeling before was now amplified. He kept using the word in almost every sentence, jolting me with arousal at every mention. I bucked my hips and clenched my thighs and tried whatever I could to get relief (well, everything expect for actually touching myself. I did not have permission and I was too far in trance to even think about asking). I remember pleading, “please, please,” but I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop or keep going. I let myself fully surrender to his control, completely letting go. Letting go of my pride, of my autonomy, of my thoughts and my wants. I was just his doll, his edging doll, and that was it.This went on for so long, it felt like. I really had lost the concept of time by this point. The word was said in every sentence, over and over. Just as I was reduced to a whimpering mess and didn’t know how much more I could take, he slowed it all down, calming me. My breathing eventually went from erratic to controlled, and then he brought me back up again. 10…9…8… all the way to 1.Breaking the surface coming up from trance is always a weird feeling. I tend to feel the slightest bit groggy, but more than that, an overwhelming sense of calm comes over me. That, and horniness. All of that teasing made me incredibly needy, and I told him this. I asked if I could touch myself, and he gave me permission.I wasted no time in my fingers rubbing quick circles on my clit. Oh, it felt so good to touch, finally. It was a different feeling than from when I was in trance, but still good nonetheless. Sir talked me through a visual that went something like this, if I can remember. He talked about us, in a room together. How I would stand before him, naked and exposed. I would bend over, lubing my ass up upon his request, and slowly insert my plug. He talked about how I would put on my ankle cuffs myself, and the thigh cuffs, the ball gag, and my collar. He would put on my wrist cuffs, to make sure that they were tight and secure. He’d lay me down on the bed, securing me to it, my limbs spread. And then the teasing would begin. I was rubbing my clit so quickly at this point, incredibly desperate and nearing the edge. He talked about how he would tease my entire body with a vibe before pressing it against my clit. Getting me right to the edge, and then backing off. Over and over again. Fingering me, groping me. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have his cock inside of me.I began to beg for release, to have permission to cum, please. Every beg was met with a firm “no.” Hearing that only brought me closer to the edge. I wanted to have an orgasm so badly. I said I would do anything, and I surely would have. But the answer was always no, that cumming wasn’t for me. I pouted and whined but he didn’t waiver, which turned me on even more. I couldn’t win. Even though all I wanted was to cum, I still wanted to hear him say that I couldn’t, deep deep down.He eventually told me to stop touching. I was whimpering nonstop, and in hindsight must have been sounding really bratty. I told him that I needed to cum, over and over again. But no, he would not even entertain the idea. I remember feeling a little mad, because I wanted to get my way and I wanted an orgasm. But over all of that I felt absolutely controlled, which beat everything else. I gave in and stopped my whining. “Good girl,” he told me. My mind and body loved the praise. At this point I was feeling rather tired, and I’m sure he was as well. I blew him a kiss, with a big “mwah,” and he did the same for me. We said goodnight, and I clicked to end the call. I layed there, staring at the ceiling, my mind and soul glowing no doubt. After a while I drifted off to sleep, incredibly wet and needy, but feeling so subby and fulfilled. I had been sir’s edging doll, and would continue to be.Until next time 🙂 female orgasm denial Get your own Orgasm Control toys: For men: http://www.amzn.to/1V6XQvv For women: https://ift.tt/1UWn54n