She was doing her daily 500 dildo strokes, as she did every night while he enjoyed his glass of scotch before dinner, watching her ride her dildo, her voice growing ever more ragged as she counted out the strokes outloud. It was their special time, a chance to unwind after a stressful workday. She looked forward to it all day.She was barely 100 strokes in when the doorbell rang. He got up to buzz the front door. She assumed it was a delivery and kept riding, counting, gasping. Then she heard their apartment door open and his voice, clearly greeting someone. A woman’s voice answered.She knew she could not run away to the bedroom, as much as everything in her screamed at her to get away. Her daily 500 strokes were sacred, she was never allowed to cut them early for any reason. She froze in place, her heart pounding faster and faster as the sounds of steps and voices unhurriedly approached the living room door.The door opened.“There she is! Darling, what count are you on?”This was a dream. It had to be a dream. It couldn’t be real, couldn’t.“One hundred and twelve, sir.”“Ah, still. How thoughtful of you to pause and wait for our guest. Since she has witnessed your little display at the party last week, I thought it would be nice to ask her to join us for dinner tonight.”The woman came into view. It was Stephanie. Of course. She said she will call him after her humiliating display at her bachelorette party. A wave of hot shame rose within her as the memories of that night flooded her. The stripper’s strong hands, yanking her dress to her middle, exposing her naked body. The girls’ derisive laughter as he bent her over and slid into her pussy, exclaiming how wet she was so they all knew she wasn’t just stripped and fucked in the middle of the club for them all to see, she was turned on by it, too. Her pushing his hand off his clit as they chanted “cum! cum! cum!” and then having to beg him to not make her cum, having to tell him in front of them all that she wasn’t allowed to cum. Stephanie’s keen interest in that, and her threat to call him about it. The final humiliation of kneeling before the stripper and getting her face and tits covered in his cum, then coming home to him still covered in it, and kneeling before him to tell him everything.Of course that bitch called him, and of course he decided to invite her to participate in her ongoing torment, but did it have to be during this time? It was so special to her, so intimate. Just the two of them, shutting the door on the world, settling into their own little universe.Apparently, that’s what made it the perfect time to bring in her old college rival. Stephanie gave her a small, evil smile.“One hundred and twelve, huh. How many do you have to still do?”“Three hundred and eighty eight.”“Wow, look at you! You are so smart! Very good!”The over the top praise for basic arithmetic was perfectly calibrated to twist the knife. She WAS smart! She was always smarter than Stephanie, she always got better grades, she had a better job now and made way more money than her! And none of that mattered. She was naked, collared, and chained to the coffee table, her dripping cunt pulsing around the dildo buried inside her, and Stephanie stood over her, not a hair out of place, smiling down on her.“So, do I tell her to resume, or will you?”“Oh, you go right ahead. You’re the guest, after all.”“You are such a gracious host! Thank you for your hospitality, I can’t tell you how much I am enjoying it.” She turned back to Kylie.“Resume, but count down to zero. If you mess up, start over from the top, and keep doing that until you get it right.”He chuckled.“What a great idea, how did I never think of that? She probably will mess it up, she always gets so worked up toward the end. Can I offer you a drink before dinner?”“Yes, thank you. Does she usually eat dinner with you?”“Usually, yes. Still naked and cuffed, of course. But if she messes up the count, I won’t keep you waiting. We will eat while she works on her counting skills.”She made it down to the 200’s before she stumbled, momentarily distracted by the sensations built up in her needy cunt, then unsure what the next number should have been. She groaned, then started riding again.“500…499…498…”This time she barely made it past 400 before she had to restart.She was still at it by the time they finished their leisurely dinner.She was still at it by the time Stephanie left, mocking her for her inability to do basic arithmetic and promising to return again soon.She was still at it when he closed the door and returned to the living room, another glass of scotch in hand.“What a lovely woman, and what a great idea! You will do your 500 counting down from now on, and you will begin by saying “thank you Stephanie for making my dildo riding better”, every day. Poor dear, your horny little brain just can’t concentrate on the numbers, can it?”“No, sir! Please sir, I can’t! Please!”“That’s too bad. You will go to bed with no supper tonight, and no touching for you tomorrow. Here, suck me off. Let’s give your mouth something it can actually do. Keep riding, I didn’t say you could stop.”Stephanie returned the following week. Of course she did.This time, she brought her fiance with her.(I EDGED 5 TIMES TO THIS) female orgasm denial Get your own Orgasm Control toys: For men: http://www.amzn.to/1V6XQvv For women: https://ift.tt/1UWn54n