What a day! Day 1 of no touch, technically. Somehow I managed to convince sir otherwise a couple of times.I woke up earlier than usual again, I’m sure because of my pussy. After 25 edges last night… I checked my phone immediately to see instructions from sir to listen to this Edge Puppet audio (https://ift.tt/3fUumCB) a couple of times, once just listening and the second time I could touch myself everywhere except my pussy. It made me so wet! I begged sir afterwards to let me touch, or something. I was just desperate.So I was offered the opportunity to sit on my ‘throne’… to hump a rolled up shirt on my chair while I wear the paper crown he had me make. I’m his princess, so… This time, though, he said I would have to have a princess dress too. I complained about it but I agreed and chose an old dress to be part of my growing costume. I was allowed to sit on my throne for 25 whole minutes, while I watched porn and texted with sir. It was so humiliating! Exactly why I avoided it for so long (and avoiding it is what got me on no touch in the first place). I hate wearing the costume and how pathetic it makes me feel, showing just how silly and desperate I am, but anything to give my pussy the attention it wants! — and maybe part of me enjoys it a bit too.During the day sir made me wear three layers of panties, which was a nice subtle reminder of how I’m not allowed to touch. In the afternoon I talked to sir for a while and he told me some of his plans for tonight, that I would still have to watch my normal minutes of porn when I went to bed but I wouldn’t be allowed to edge after I had got myself so worked up like I usually would.Talking about all this got me so wet and I got brave. I’m very shy with sending photos, very very shy, but I just had to show sir how I’d soaked through the first panties. He liked that photo and he told me I would get a reward. I hoped that it would be touching my pussy, but of course it wasn’t. He had me play with my nipples for a minute or two each, telling me to touch it like I would usually touch my clit. So I rubbed them and rolled them between my fingers and oh my god… It felt amazing. I didn’t know just playing with my nipples could feel this good.Here’s the thing about denial — edges and touching my pussy makes the ache worse, but it gives me a bit of short-term relief. There is NO short term relief when I play with my nipples. It feels good, yes, but mostly the feeling goes straight to my pussy and I start getting so wet and aching so much and I just want to keep playing with my nipples because it feels good but it also is just so frustrating. In the interest of making me a completely desperate dripping mess… I hope sir keeps letting me play with my nipples. The effect it has on me is unreal.It didn’t end there either! Sir had me get two clothespins and put one on my tongue and one on a nipple. I’ve never had a clothespin on my tongue before. I drooled all over myself while I tried to focus on the feeling of my nipple being pinched and fond some kind of relief in it. Obviously, I didn’t. Sir says we’ll do the other nipple tomorrow. I can’t wait!Oh, and also sir made me write on myself… he calls me Belle after the disney princess, so that’s what I keep written above my pussy. It’s humiliating. The worst (and best) part is that it’s so discreet that I can forget it’s there, until I suddenly remember and my pussy starts throbbing immediately. That’s especially fun when I was at work in the evening and I remembered what was hidden under my uniform, that only I knew was there…And then finally the night came. So I watched about forty minutes of porn, no panties and my legs spread wide. And I was aching…. I begged sir for more and he offered me the throne again, but this time the costume would be MORE degrading. I agreed, just because I was so desperate. Along with the crown and the dress, I had to put a clothespin on my tongue again. And I had to watch the porn that sir sent me, which was all very hardcore and degrading. I felt so pathetic sitting there, humping my chair and wearing my costume, watching such dirty videos and drooling all over myself while I did so. After about half an hour, I asked sir to stop. It was just too much… it felt good but I was so humiliated.I sent sir a photo of myself wearing the dress afterwards to show him how much I had drooled over it. He said I looked pathetic, which was true, but to see him say that was both so humiliating and also made my pussy throb. I asked to play with my nipples again and he said I could. I don’t know how long it was until he finally told me to stop. I was on my knees on my bed, my pussy in the air, and playing with my nipples like I was trying to edge just like that. I almost feel like I could, if I did it long enough. Hours, probably…. but I was aching so much it hurt after a couple minutes. I could barely think, or type. All I knew was the ache in my pussy.Sir then asked me what I’d do for a full edge tonight. I just sent him a photo of myself, hoping that would be enough. Like I said, I’m very shy with photos… It wasn’t too revealing but it definitely wasn’t innocent. But sir asked where the ‘Belle’ I had written earlier was — it had been washed off in the shower. He made me write ‘Little Miss Drippy’ on the inside of my thighs and asked for a photo of that to earn my edge but I got too shy to send it. I still wrote it, though, so I got the reward of ten seconds of fingering myself. As you can imagine, it didn’t give me any relief.There’s also something that sir has been holding over my head, a ‘horrible’ thing he said he’d make me do. Of course that was just exciting me. I like a little bit of pain and I’ve been so curious to find out what it is that I’ve been begging him to tell me. He said I could know if I sent him a photo of ‘Belle’ written above my pussy again. And I did it. And he said he liked the photo so much that I deserved a full edge for it.A full edge! Of course I was happy! And greedy! It only took me two minutes to edge, fingering myself and rubbing my clit at the same time until I was so close to cumming I just had to stop. I realised then that I should have taken it slower, should have tried to enjoy it more…. Sir asked me if I wanted more, and said to answer carefully. I told him that although my pussy wanted more, I didn’t think I deserved any more. I am technically on no touch, after all, and I thought I had definitely had enough because I was feeling so unsatisfied and that was exactly how I should be.Lucky I said no, because Sir told me if I’d said I wanted more, he was going to make me edge 30 times before I slept. THIRTY. I’m happy to go to bed aching…So in general for a no touch day, I got to touch a lot! This doesn’t properly end until Monday (if all goes well), so I still have another three days of it at least. I already know his plans for my usual edging time tomorrow night, and… we’ll see how well I can handle a clothespin on my clit. Hmmm.I just really wish I could keep on playing with my nipples. It’s an addictive feeling…(Wow this was long. I wonder how many people actually read all of this!) female orgasm denial Get your own Orgasm Control toys: For men: http://www.amzn.to/1V6XQvv For women: https://ift.tt/1UWn54n