It is the beginning of my 5th day of full edging, and it is getting harder to contain myself. I am mindlessly rocking my hips most of the time, and dripping wet when nude.
Last night I slept with the cuffs on, tied to the corner of the bed. In fact, I am writing this with the cuffs still on, though my binds. This is not the first time I have slept like this, and it won’t be the last.
Sleeping like this has several strong effects on me.
One, it feeds the control and dominance Master has over me, leaving me to feel humbled under his presence. Not just while I have the cuffs on, but as a lasting affect. Two, my mind reels in unending fantasies involving bondage, humiliation, and voyeurism. Combined with the 5th day of edging I could easily cum thorough thought alone, and am forced to try hard to pace myself – which is getting more difficult. I’m not sure what the punishment would be for having an orgasm without permission, but I am sure there would be one. My mind reels again at the thought and many possibilities. The final effect, contrary to what may be expected, is to have really good sleep. When Master is done playing with me, and tells me it’s time to sleep, I simply do, surrendering to the night. Normally, I would lay awake for hours.
Master likes having me tied to the bed. It makes me his, keeps me in my place. It also prevents me from being anywhere else, but next to him, in his reach, ready for his touch. His fuck toy.
As his fuck toy, I am trained appropriately. He edges me frequently, bringing me to the point of orgasm, and stopping just short. Sometimes I am to watch him play with his cock, sometimes it is his finger on my clit, sometimes he slides his cock deep inside me, or fingers with my ass. I am still not allowed to cum, not without permission. Though any one of those things would make me squirt right now, should I give in.
Lately, Master has been getting into cock worship more. I am to watch him, without touching, until he grants me permission to suck. I am to kiss him when done, and always to swallow every last drop. I am to address his cock directly, thanking him for the pleasure. He has been working into this more and more, training me. It leaves me with a great desire to bow for him, to worship at his feet more, to always be ready for him.
These are my early morning thoughts, laying beside him, waiting for his command to start the day.