“Oh oh oh oh ooooooh” my body tenses as I clamp down hard on Sir’s cock. It is a struggle to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to gush out at any moment. My knuckles grow white while I grasp the sheets of the bed. Trying to distract myself from the rhythmic slapping of his thrusts, the hot breath on my back. “Sir please” is all I can manage out between gritted teeth. I don’t know what I’m pleading for at this point though. To finally cum? For a break? For him to finishing filling me? Oh fuck meeee!With a swift tug upward, I feel Sir lift my ass higher up and reposition, before thrusting firmly back into my flooded cunt. I need to hold on, no I will hold on. I’m a good girl, I’m a good girl, I’m a goooooh fuck fuck fuck! I feel my mind go blank for a minute as the new angle rubs me in a suuuuuck a good way. I can only shudder as I get pushed deeper into the mattress. Looking up over my shoulder, I cannsee his stoic expression beginning to strain. His chest slick with sweat, heaving with effort, and finally with a gutteral growl I feel myself becoming filled with Sir’s load.His warmth filling me to the brim, intermingling with my own burning desires. Threatening to overtake my senses and push me over that glorious edge. It feels so good, as my grip begins to loosen on the orgasm I had been holding back for 4 whole weeks. My body, it is so ready for this. Heat building throughout my body and melting away my mind. It would be easy to just let go…..so easy. But…..would a good girl cum without permission? I stare at Sir’s face, still tense but relaxing in his deserved blissed. Sir meets my stares, must have seen my unspoken question. Seen my resolve crumbling in my misting eyes. I was about to let go.In a swift motion he grasped the back of my head, pushed me facefirst into the mattress, leaned down to my ear and said a single word, “No”. It was as much of an answer to my question as it was a command. Good girls don’t cum without permission, I was am a good girl, and Sir said not to cum. Taking in the deepest breath I could with face pushed deep into the bed, I clenched down hard on that fire in my cunt. Sir is still inside me and I can feel his twitching as a clamp down with renewed vigor. Cum dribbling out of me and onto the bed, and most definitely Sir. I can feel my traitorous clit bounce away between my legs. Searching for any sort of stimulation to force me into disappointing Sir. A full minute passes of silence, stillness, and painful grit, as I felt myself regaining control. Just in time for me to collapse onto the bed. Cock sliding out of me like a used tissue.Exhausted I lay there, just letting myself feel the raidianting pleasure bouncing inside me. Enjoying the extended bliss and accepting the dull ache between my legs. I barely notice as Sir slides into bed and pulls me up by his side. “You were amazing baby girl. Are you alright?” “Mmmhmmm” is all I can muster. He chuckles as he pulls me closer into an embrace. I just nuzzle into his chest and lazily wrap my arms around his waist. Filled, embraced, and edged stupid, I never want the moment to end. Which is why Sir’s question caused such a stir in my heart. “Would you like permission honey?”I know he could feel my heart skip a beat to the question. My freshly tamed clit wildly rebelling against any contentment I was feeling in the moment. Was Sir going to let me finally cum? “I’m serious. If you want it, you have my permission to cum. I think you deserve it. You have been such a good girl lately.” he stroked my hair and contuined “Doing your edges, keeping the toys clean, not ignoring our outside lives. You even managed to hold back tonight. I’m so proud of you for that by the way.” I could only blush into Sir’s chest as he contuines to praise me. I was only doing what I was told. It was easy to do it for him. I would never cum without permission. All things running through my mind but refused to come to my lips.His left hand moved down between my legs and began brushing against my rebellious clit. I only blushed harder as a long involuntary moan escaped from me in that one simple motion. Fingers twirling around it as it stood exposed between my legs. Never a firm grinding pressure, only that feathery soft brush with his fingertips. I’m not ashamed to admit my hips bucked forward against Sir’s hand. Aching for a firmer touch. But as I did I felt his hand removed completely. “Now honey, as much as I would like to continue with this all night, you really wore me out.” His other arm grabbing the back from my head once again and gently moving my gaze up to meet his. “If you want you can go to the bathroom and finish yourself off. I think you deserve that much. Or you can cuddle with me until we fall asleep.”That was the choice I was given? To leave the room but feel and orgasm again, or to rest against Sir until I fall asleep with an aching cunt? If I could I would have looked away. Try to collect my thoughts and steel myself to make a decision. But Sir didn’t let me go. His fingers still firmly gripping my hair and forcing me to look into his eyes. He wanted an answer, a truthful answer from me. Not allowing me to prepare any sort of mask or “correct” response. I could feel panic rise up my chest and enter my eyes. Unable to hide the emotions flooding over my face I just sputtered. Sir had me edge in front of open windows, wear toys on bus rides into town, post pictures of myself for the internet to rate, and yet this felt more exposing then any of those others combined.I don’t know if Sir was expecting an actual answer to the question. But the way he was studying me as I floundered under his gaze, I knew he found the answer he needed from my face alone. Smilingly he released my hair and pulled me close again “You seem tired to. Well if you don’t want to touch your needy pussy and cum tonight….how about I give you permission to cum tomorrow?” Confused I looked back and said “Really Sir? You weren’t mad I didn’t accept your gift?” “Of course not! I would never make you do something you didn’t want to do.” “And you’ll really let me…” Shushing me has he pulled up the blankets to cover us both he said “I promise you’ll have permission to cum tomorrow as well. Now, cuddle with me”. Once again content, I laid my head down next to Sir’s and fell asleep. After the frustrating aches subsided of course.The next morning I wake to the smell of bacon, the sound of sizzling eggs, and a god-awful ache deep in my cunt. It radiated outward from between my legs and into my core. My pussy seemingly regonizing I was awaken and began clenching. Almost as if it was trying to remind me that I denied it a satisfying release last night. Immediately I slid my fingers downward to massage the ache away, if only for a moment. I have been used to waking up with a morning edge and a wet pussy. Signs of Sir’s constant teasing. But never an ache is deep before. I suppose Sir’s fuck left me more desperate then I had thought. The pondering of my own horniness quickly fell away as I continued to rub & finger myself. Ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh fuuuuuuck! Wait no, I just barely started and I am melting under my own ministrations. The sheets that had only just dried from last night grew wet between my legs. My juices and what was left over from Sir’s load begin to drool from between my lips. Memories flooding back from last night fueled my hand as I got faster, and faster, and faster. I was climbing to the edge at record pace, feeling my loins begin burning with need, voice getting higher pitched. Then a large familiar hand caught mine, stopping me mid stroke.I felt like someone just pushed me into the Pacific Ocean. My blood ran cold as I realized what I was just about to do, and who had just stopped me. A little terrified I looked up expecting to see a deeply disappointed face, at best. But to my shock I only saw one of bemusement, holding a delicious looking breakfast tray. Stuttering out “Sir I…I was doing m-m-m-my m-morning edge and…..I-Im sorry Sir I should have waited anmmmph”. Having stuck my own slick fingers into my mouth I shut up and began to suck them clean. Knowing that my contribution to the conversation and ended for the moment. “Baby girl it’s fine. Like I said last night, you do have permission to cum today. I’m not going to stop you. It would have been nice for you to check with me in case I change my mind, but I haven’t and you still may.” He unfolds the breakfast tray and says “You obviously are still quite worked up from last night. I should have been here to wake with you. I will have to rememeber to keep a closer eye on you in the future, it no real harm done.” I mumble past my fingers, trying to speak clearly and failing until Sir removes my fingers from my mouth.He contuines to setup the breakfast tray ontop of me as I said “Thank you Sir for not getting mad and not changing your mind. But…..you did stop me from cumming. Why? Aren’t I allowed?”. “Of course you are honey, but I didn’t stop you from cumming.” Sir moved a stack of pancakes onto the tray with a small red flag on it. It had a single word on it. “I merely stopped you from breaking the rules this month!”. I felt my stomach drop right out of me as I read “JuNo” written on that tiny pancake flag. “I didn’t tell you last night, but because you have been such a good girl I am giving you permission to cum for the next 30 days, however much you want. Just rememeber, nothing touches this precious pussy until July” he said as he traced his finger along my thighs, causing me to jump a little. 30 more days without an orgasm? Was he serious? I couldn’t do that long after the last 4 weeks. Did he really think I could cum some other way? My nipples are not that sensitive and anal never got me close before. “But…..but Sir I don’t think I can do” “aaah aaah aaah” he hushes me and kneels down by the bed. “This is happening. You will do great and I will be here for you the whole time.” His face suddenly softens though, and as he brought a hand to cup my cheek said, “I know you want this, because I would never ask you to do something you didn’t want to do…..unless someone needs to correct me.”Heart racing, mind swirling, chest tightening, teeth grinding…..all of that melted away as Sir held my cheek and waited patiently correct him. Any apprehension I had was gone with that simple reassuring touch. “No Sir, you are right. No one needs to correct you. Especially not this edge toy of yours”. Still smiling Sir stood up and said “Alright, well you finish breakfast and I’ll clean up. Oh and honey?” He stops at the doorframe and turns. “The first one was a freebie. The next time I catch you or anything else stimulating that pussy this momth and I am going to break out the numbing spray. Alright?” “Yes Sir”, I reply with a dejected look. He smiles and walks away…..as I think desperately how to get rid of the fresh puddle between my legs. If Sir knew just how much that just turned me on, I don’t think JuNo would end in July. female orgasm denial Get your own Orgasm Control toys: For men: http://www.amzn.to/1V6XQvv For women: https://ift.tt/1UWn54n