I don’t know where to start. There are so many things I want to talk about, yet I feel like some of them should only be between Sir and I. Even though I’m on display for all to see, I am still my Sir’s property, I am still his to break, ruin and be corrupted. I want him to do that to me, and honestly? I think he succeeds in doing so.Sir ruins me almost completely.I was never one to keep edging mindlessly. Before I got the courage to post on Reddit, it was usually one edge per day and spoiling myself with orgasms because hey, I’ve earned that privilege (silly girl, how on earth did I even think that?).But now…now I’m fighting for a privilege to edge, or even for ruins. It’s funny how I crave for ruins nowadays, and Sir knows that, so he’s taking that satisfaction away from me. Little denial sluts like me don’t deserve ruins if they enjoy it, do they?On the other hand, talking bad about my body would make me lost my privilege to edge too. And that’s where he has plans to ruin and break me at the same time.Last night, I was asked to watch three porn videos and reached hard edge whenever a male or a female in that video cums. Ha, surprise. Being a horny slut means I get to the edge even before any of the pornstars cum, so at the end of the first video, I’ve edged for 8 times. Or was it 10?I couldn’t remember. My body was exhausted. My pussy was swollen. My clit was sore. Yet my dripping cunt loved it. My cunt seemed to have a mind on its own to be honest – seems like it was saying for me to continue edging. Don’t stop. Hold my edge for my Sir. Hold it because I’m a good girl. I’m Sir’s good girl.With those thoughts in mind, it didn’t take me long to be so so so fucking submissive and needy and wanton. I felt like he managed to break me down into pieces. It was all I could think about last night. How do I say this… it’s like Sir has flicked a switch inside me, and I turn from an innocent young lady into a denial slut who craves to have her orgasms denied and controlled.He did say this to me yesterday:You’re so fucking filthy. And we both know you love it. Because you’ve always been like this, but I’m the one who brought it out. And now, you’re never going to be the same girl ever again. You will be mindless. Horny. Dripping wet. Denied and frustrated. And above all, you are MINE.Yo, I swear my cunt clenched at nothing and everything at once. I really wanted to be his’, even though I am technically already his, it’s still not enough. I want more. I want him to ruin me more. I want him to mark me with his cum inside my pussy. I want him to remind me that he gets to cum in my denied pussy, and all I could do is just take it and edge to it.Ahhh, truly, I’m addicted to him. Or to edging. Or both. Definitely both.For the second porn video, I chose a compilation of girls orgasm while being fucked anally. Now, I had never really played with my ass. It’s a….very foreign thing for me. I’m not sure if I could even feel a thing from it.Oh boy.Guess who was wrong? It could be my foggy mind, but fucking my cunt and asshole at the same time was a very huge turn on. Even though my asshole was so tight, and I could barely fit a finger in – I still had 4 (or 5?) edges watching that video.In one whole day, I’ve edged 16 times, making my total edges to 30 edges altogether – and this is only 4 days after being owned by him.Oh… it’s only been 4 days?! Oh my god, it truly feels longer. Truly feels like forever since he commanded me to “Strip. Bathroom. Now.” (I kid you not, this flips my switch instantly and he knows that).I tried to prove him wrong. Told him I CAN disobey him. And all he needs to do is say the magic word, and I turn into a wet mess within seconds.I fell asleep while edging. I woke up and instantly had my hands around my pussy, until I remembered that I wasn’t allow to touch it. God, I was so close to sobbing because of the frustration, because I was so used to edge right after I wake up.Sir then asked me to spread my legs and watch another porn. He wanted my cunt to cry in frustration. It was so difficult to hold back okay, especially when I had the chance to edge all day long before this. After I dressed up, I showed Sir my needy cunt.I unintentionally humped the empty air too, and that didn’t go unnoticed by Sir. Even on the way to work, I was dying to touch it. I even thought that if I sneaked a touch or two, Sir wouldn’t know. He’s not there. He wouldn’t know.But I didn’t. Every part of my body wanted to touch myself but god, damn it. He made me his submissive and now I can’t touch because I don’t have his permission. Because I wanted to obey him.Sir works best in corrupting my mind.I’m not someone who beats around the bush, so at times, I slip out what I think. He’d take ideas from that and use that against me.Before he went to bed, he told me to think of any new torturous ways where he can further corrupt me, further melting my mind away and becoming incapable of being a normal woman, reduced to nothing more than a mindless slut who can’t cum no matter how hard I try.Boom.Came Cal’s Curse.Do you know about that? It’s something that every denial slut might have come across once. I did, a long time ago. When I was following edgingspace on Tumblr, this audio came out often. I gave it a try once. And I never listened to it anymore. It was so scary, because I was so sure it would work on me. And never able to cum without anyone’s permission? Yep. Definitely a scary thing :pBut here Sir is, asking me to listen to it over and over and over again. 3 times in a row. Which I should probably be doing, but I want to do it over the bed, where everyone is sleeping and I’ll be Sir’s denial slut once again.“A wonderful, beautiful, obedient, loyal slut. Mine.”And indeed, I am Sir’s. female orgasm denial Get your own Orgasm Control toys: For men: http://www.amzn.to/1V6XQvv For women: https://ift.tt/1UWn54n
