After the whole night of edging after 455 days, it's time to finally stop and sleep.

Hi, f 24 edge slut looking for friends to goon with and rate me. I’m attracted to all genders so don’t be shy. Especially girls.

Some of my interests are slut training, older men, gang bangs, ass eating, lesbian, breeding, squirt, spit, cum drinking, choking, cum swapping, degradation/praise, face sitting, public sex, etc.

Limits: age play, cnc, scat, blood, incest, anything w animals

My Dom has me at 536 days of orgasm denial. It’s the longest I've ever done. I feel the arousal and the mental high everyday. It's intoxicating and addictive. As of a few weeks ago my Dom decided he was going to take me off being PERMANENTLY DENIED. He will still decide when and if he allows me to orgasm which will be a mind fuck on its own. But deep down inside I worry that I'm going to miss this feeling. When I have my next orgasm, I know that I'm going to lose the high. Part of me is scared of this. I don't know what the post orgasm down will feel like. Am I going to miss this when it's gone? If I feel this way, is it a sign that I should stay permanently denied?

With pups new toy do you see how needy her little cunny looks poor pup just wants to come but cumming is something earn 😪

I have been so incredibly excited by the idea of denying myself. I do have a partner who very much enjoys making me cum, but I want to stop giving myself orgasms and only cum when he touches/fucks me so that way im completely relying on him. I want to edge and make myself needy to make his pleasure better. Please give me tasks, ideas, or edges to get this greedy cunt under control.

Thank you 😊

here’s my current situation: in a nice warm dark bath with a wand being held to my clit on the lowest possible setting. it’s so frustrating i can feel myself getting wet even in the tub. i keep bucking my hips and humping but the low isn’t enough to make me cum. and i’ve hit my pen a few times which always gets me going. anyway onto the more exciting parts

i love taking photos and videos for myself to watch back. i’m talking 45 minutes of me just mindlessly fucking a toy scrolling through porn. and every single time i can’t help but imagine someone watching it. seeing how pathetic and slutty i get for myself. fucking myself and grinding and humping and anything to get stimulation on my stupid tdick. obviously all the comments would be telling me how fucking pathetic i am. laying in bed wasting hours just fucking my cunt on camera. i can’t help it i love getting dumb and slutty and telling people how i’m touching so they can jerk off to it <3 i’ve been considering asking my boyfriend to film something with me but i’ve been too scared to ask :(

Keeping me floaty and making everything more swollen … it feels soooooo so good and I’m not in immediate danger of cumming so I can float like this for a while…. It feels so good I can feel my heartbeat thumping in my cunt against the pump…. And I’m playing with my nipples but they’re so sore from how much I pumped them yesterday…. Fuck it’s only day 2 of edging/denial and I’m going crazy omg

It's my first NNN, my first time going more than a week without an orgasm and now, after spending the last half hour on edge, I started to feel so good and lose myself in the smut I was reading and just thought 'it's been almost three weeks, just cum, it'll be fine'. And my pussy just straight up told me 'nope'. My vibrator is still on my clit and it was like all of the sensitivity just shut off.

So even though I'M not a good girl, my pussy knows to behave

I try my best to deny my own orgasms and keep myself edged but I always wind up letting myself cum. I neeeeed someone to take that control for me and keep me under their thumb. Ideally this would be part of a bigger TPE relationship as well!! But if you just want to control my orgasms, that's fine too 💕

Back in July I started logging my orgasms and cummies, and the results of the past 16 weeks has been... illuminating. These are all the orgasms and cummies I've been permitted:

• 1 in my ass (we're working on it but fantasy and reality are sometimes pretty far apart)
• 13 in my mouth
• 0 in my cunt
• 3 cummies in my clit

It's kind of blown my mind that, after talking about it, fantasising about it, for years, we've relatively quickly moved to a condition where I'd rather have permission to share in His orgasms than be instructed to give Him an inferior cummie of my own.

I have so many entries now where He has given me an orgasm in my mouth then instructed me to hold it while He edged me. Or ordered me to edge while He watched. Once I am whimpering and desperate and trying to beg wordlessly with my mouth full, scared of cumming without permission, He finally orders me to take my orgasm. And I gulp, swallow my orgasm down, legs apart, letting my aching cunt tingle and throb and reassure me that I was permitted one of His superior orgasms, and didn't have to settle for one of my silly little cummies.

Since July I've only had cummies when directly ordered to, and under supervision. I'm not allowed to touch or stimulate myself without permission/ instruction, but I'm allowed to beg for His cock whenever I'm feeling needy or achey. It's definitely rewired my thoughts, so that when I'm feeling aroused, all my focus is on Him.

so today i bought arousal gel and applied it to my clit. lets just say i found a new way to tease my needy pussy. planning on applying it tonight and just watch porn while my clit tingles between my legs. feels amazing!

It's been 455 days since i had an orgasm. And I've been edging quite often for quite some time. However, now thinking of doing a marathon of edging until i can speak.

Ideas of what I can do instead whenever I get the urge to cum!

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It's very nice to meet you, my name is Matilde, although I'm sure I can get used to being referred to less appropriately as well.

So, firstly, I wanna point out I'm not naïve. I do realize that some of you... or maybe all of you will intend to make it harder for me to regain full control of my currently rather hot and bothersome loins. But, I guess that's just the kind of thrill of the unknown that I enjoy.

Regardless, before you decide to torture me with compliments and various ways of verbal teasing, let me plead my case to you!

Because you see, I'm just a woman... I mean sure I'm rather strong, disciplined and capable woman, but all that willpower is currently heavily undercut. Mainly as a result of the last couple of days being filled with rather demanding edging flavoured fun combined with the fact that I have been orgasm free for over a year I have this... You can't even imagine how utterly maddening it feels to have this constant uncontrollable warm throbbing inside you, as if my pussy had its own heartbeat. Not to mention the slightly humiliating feeling of slowly making a puddle under myself...

Such is the hardship of womanhood I guess :D

I for one would argue that I'm already suffering enough... Now, of course, you don't have to agree with that sentiment. After all who am I to tell when I can or can't handle too much more... That kind of decision clearly falls under Doms' jurisdiction. Now, as a single woman, that isn't really an immediate option so I'll just shut up and suffer in silence for now...

Unless of course you want to hold my hand and have a little chat, making my night - depending on your mood - a little more calming and bearable or just a bit more maddening and torturous.

I could probably write for hours, especially since at least this distracts me from all that "overactive denied cunt syndrome" that's going on... But I really have to go and pee, so I'll cut this short... And I'll let you decide the temperament of how the rest of my night goes.

So. After the whole month of October and then until yesterday, my master edged me. Since I did a very good thing I got to cum and it was so good I cried. He actually made me cum five times. Now I do feel very happy. But at the same time I feel like a disappointment cause maybe I shouldn’t have cum… UPDATE: My master said I have to edge again and I will only cum on Christmas as his gift for me

I have two full hours alone in my home today. What do I do? Immediately get stoned and edge, edge, edge. I'm so horny cumming is all I can think about. But good girls don't cum... and I want to be a good little slut for Reddit!

I can't control myself. I've been edging all day. My ass is plugged and I've got my clit belt on and I'm just throbbing desperately. I can't take it any more.

i’m back off no touch tonight… and my rule to be allowed off is that i have to ask how i should start edging again tonight.

open to most suggestions- don’t have my toys tonight though so needs to be hands only!

posting early so that when i get to bed i can read through and do all my tasks

i’m so wet and my clit is literally aching i’m so excited to touch myself again

can’t wait to hear the suggestions! x

(Hey there! I’ve had this fantasy for a very long time, but I’ve never found a partner for it because I’ve always wanted to play the male role, so I’ve decided to take a shot at playing my own sex. What I’m looking for in a partner is someone who’s able to be gracefully dominant. Someone who knows exactly what he wants and who isn’t willing to compromise on it, but who also isn’t going to be mean to me about it. I want your character to understand that he’s putting me in an impossible situation, and to be sympathetic about that, but we should both know that there’s nothing I can do about it. No matter how much I cry, beg, or plead. If I want to cum, I have to let you get me pregnant. That’s the end of it. If that sounds like something you can pull off, and you want to spend a fun afternoon with me, hit me up!)

I've never been what anyone would consider a "good girl." I've known for my entire life that I was on the rambunctious side, especially when it comes to "hanging out" with men. I've gotten in every kind of trouble you can imagine, and probably a few kinds you can't. If anything, sex is a hobby for me. I love everything about it. The (brief) "getting to know you" period where I find a new guy and see every charming quality about him. Stringing him along until I decide it's finally time to take him to my bed. I love learning how different people like to please and be pleased. And, of course, I absolutely love the feeling of having my body rocked by a skilled, well-experienced dick. There's nothing better than being able to just lay back and enjoy getting fucked by a guy who really knows what he's doing, then showing him exactly how appreciative you are when everything is done.

A few months ago, I was trawling the web for some new people, and the two of us got to talking. You're normally someone I'd consider to be way out of my league. You're extremely handsome. Wealthy. A bit older, but that never bothered me. The kind of guy who could pretty easily have any woman he wants, and believe me, I'm not the type you usually go for. Not that I'm bad-looking at all. I'm just... I don't want to say "trashy," but you'd definitely see it that way. I live by myself on a bit of land way out in the country, which I work by myself. I enjoy sitting on the back of my truck with a beer, wearing nothing but overalls. I don't have a college degree or a fancy job or anything like that. So when we hooked up, you definitely felt like you were slumming it. I had a good time, but it wasn't anything groundbreaking. So, since we both agreed there wasn't any incredible chemistry between us, we agreed to break it off and see other people.

That worked out just fine for me... until I realized I couldn't cum anymore. I thought it was weird, at first, laying in my bathtub and working my fingers between my legs. It felt good, but it didn't feel great, and for some reason, I couldn't get my mind off of you. No matter what I wanted to think about, it always drifted back to your totally-fine, completely average cock and the perfectly normal way you used it on me. I couldn't imagine the best fucks of my life. The most humiliating blowjobs. Any kinky fantasy. It all drifted back to you. That had never happened to me before, and I figured it was just because something about the way you held me reminded me of someone. An early boyfriend or my dad or something stupid like that. I figured it would go away in a day or two and I wouldn't have to worry about it. I was wrong. Nothing could get me off, no matter how hard I tried. Not dildos. Not porn. Not other men. For two weeks I tried everything I could to get my pussy to catch fire, and nothing helped. Fantasies that used to be surefire hits and men that I know can treat my body right wound up only being able to get me halfway there, if I was lucky.

There’s this phenomenon called sexual imprinting. I learned about it after a particularly embarrassing doctor's appointment. It’s very rare, only affecting roughly one out of twenty thousand women. Long story short, sometimes, when a woman has sex with a man, her body will decide that that man is her partner for life. After that happens, the woman becomes physically incapable of having orgasms unless that man's cock is inside her pussy. Masturbating becomes like trying to tickle yourself. Fucking other men becomes dull and pointless. The only way you can ever achieve orgasm again is by getting in bed with the man you imprinted on. There's no cure, and there's no workaround. Once it happens, you're stuck. For life.

Now, I'm a Southern girl. I believe, instinctively, in courtesy and responsibility. It just seems natural to me that, when a woman calls a man on the phone and tells him about her little "situation," he'll step up and take care of her. So, I didn't think anything of it when I called you up and let you know that I hadn't been able to get off in six weeks. That the doctors said I needed to be with you to get relief. Even joked that I would get you a doctor's note if you didn't believe me. I expected that that would be all it would take to get you to invite me back to your place, and it probably would've been, if you didn't realize how much power you had over me now. The pieces instantly fell into place for you, in a way that they never did for me, and you turned me down. You said thanks-but-no-thanks, reminded me that our night together wasn't all that great, and you (very politely) rejected me. I was stunned. The thought that you might say no never even crossed my mind. My heart totally stopped, and I stared at my phone for a long time after that.

I tried not to call you again. I really did. But six weeks turned to two months, turned to three months. Do you know what it's like not to have an orgasm for three entire months? My pussy was raw from trying to squeeze out even the smallest hint of pleasure. My hole was constantly sore from stuffing things into it. I was even sorely tempted to try to fuck a girl, just to see if that would give me any pleasure at all between my legs. One night, after I'd been drinking alone for quite a while, I called you up, sobbing. Begging, as much as I hate to admit it. It's the lowest I've ever been, but I gave it to you straight. I needed your cock. I'd do anything for you. I said I'd be your shameless slut. Give you my ass. Fuck you in front of my own dad. Whatever it took. And so, you told me what it was going to take. You said that, if I wanted you to fuck me again, I'd have to fulfill a lifelong fantasy of yours: I'd have to let you get me pregnant.

I was appalled, and I practically hung up the phone right then and there. It's one thing, fucking the shame out of a woman, but a baby? Actually making me let you use my body to bring a baby into this world, all because you think I'm too much of a horny cunt not to do it? I might not have much pride, but I had enough self-respect to give you a good, drunken talking to, throw the phone across the room, and spend the rest of the night sobbing into my pillow! But even then... I knew it was only a matter of time. I already knew how awful being imprinted was, and it had only been three months. How was I going to feel after six? After eight? After a year? The ever-growing arousal. The need to be touched. It was already absorbing my life. Pretty soon, I knew I was going to become nothing but a desperate, aching whore, furiously pushing her hand between her legs from dawn to dusk, anxiously begging for a tiny bit of relief that she knew would never, ever come...

It didn't even take two weeks before I was crying on the phone with you again.

It made a poll over the weekend to see what people thought it should do moving forward. The option with the most votes was to edge as much as possible between 3 - 4am every day and if it is asleep it doesn't get to edge for the day. This reminded it of how much it enjoys unfair conditions for tasks. It isn't often awake at 3am so it might get to edge once a month if it remembers.

It really wants more things like that. Owners who are a little mean who will say it can cum as much as it wants on its dildo then condemn it to a day of clit vibrator only. Or it can edge as much as it wants and set the time for when it's asleep. It can cum if it edges an impossible amount of times.

Maybe it will make a list

18ftm I can't stop again. I'm so close and it keeps getting harder to pull away before I cum. My cunt keeps dripping and I just want to make myself cum until I hate the idea of it but good boys don't cum. Forcing myself to cockwarm a dildo but I can't stop squirming and even the slightest friction feels sooo good

Hey im nina, im looking for a domme who wants to control my orgasm. You can edge me put me into a Chasitybelt and make me into a mess

Sir decided I needed some self care yesterday and told me I was allowed as many edges as I wanted. He didn't need to remind me that I was not allowed to come and that I had to be careful to not get too close and risk a ruin either.

I want to be and am a good little slut so I know those rules by heart and fully intend to stick to them as well 😣✨️even when it sinks me deeper into frustration and desperation.

So later, once I was alone, I stripped and spent some time doing my breathing exercises to get into a more calm, submissive headspace. I also spent some time writing some erotica to flex some creative muscle and get myself turned on and when my pussy started to ache and beg me for attention, I set aside my work and started on my edging.

Recently, playing with my nipples has been my most favorite thing to do so I decided to let my cunt suffer for a few extra minutes while I pressed my vibe to my nipples and kneeled on my bed, letting my pussy clench and drip neglected while I got my nipples hard agaisnt my vibe. I even used my clit sucker on my nipples to get them all swollen and unbelievably and deliciously sore.

It was such a beautiful experience 😣 it made me so sensitive that I could feel every little thing. My hair brushing agaisnt my naked skin, the cold night air sent washing over my heated body by the fan, the soft cotton sheets rustling against my legs the longer I kneeled, the gentle puffs of air and suction on my nipples, the deep throbs and spasms seizing my cunt...I was so sensitive 😣

By the time I let my vibe wander down to my cunt, I was a needy, depraved mess who couldn't stop whining and whimpering out loud all alone in the room. I didn't even let the vibe actually press agaisnt clit, I only let it rumble down the sides of my hood and against my opening but never against my swollen and aching pink clit.

That would have been too easy to edge and I wanted to suffer longer. I set my phone up, propped up by my soft toys so that I could see my cunt get edged senseless and so I can make sure to avoid my clit as much as possible.

Fuck...being able to see my pussy swell the longer I kept the vibe running up and down my lips and seeing my hole start to drip stretchy thick strings of arousal down my ass and on my bed made me a hopelessly needy mess.

It just would not stop dripping...especially when I pushed my vibe inside my hole and let the vibrations travel up my cunt and fill my hips with torturously delicious rumbles.

The noise...so beautiful. So filthy. So wet and loud agaisnt my vibe everytime I pressed it to my cunt hard. I could not get enough of it.

Staying upright on my knees was a challenge the more my legs started to shake with every edge and counting the edges out loud to no one in my room had me struggling to keep count and think past the needy haze in my mind.

My pussy only continued to drip more once I crossed my 100th edge (100th since I started this denial period) and I ended up having to pull my panties back on and edge over them, laying on my back. I was too sensitive and too shaky to kneel anymore 😣

I used my clit sucker then and feeling it suck at my clothed clit had me squirming so much that I wished I could have been tied up by Sir and made to edge. When the sucker got too much, I switched to the vibe again with it set on the lowest setting and rubbed it up and down my covered lips, making myself drip even more. I was feeling every edge not just along my cunt and in my cunt...it was now all over my pelvis and down my legs.

My clit throbbed and my hole clenched because of how my pleasure travelled all the way up my hole and I could feel it at my cervix and my asshole kept clenching and relaxing so much that I was feeling my pleasure down there too, as gentle tingles and achy warmth dancing along the puckered tight hole so good that I wished I could have had sir fuck my ass through the edges. Even my legs grew weak and my toes tingled with every edge. It was a challenge to breathe and immerse myself in this experience while also holding myself accountable to my edges.

I loved it.

Before I knew it, I had stayed up late into the night edging and I stopped after 11 edges, having dripped so much that my panty stuck to my lips and holes like I wasn't wearing anything.

I ended up falling asleep like that after pulling on some pyjamas and in the morning, when I was cleaning my toys, I couldn't help but blush and blush and blush until my face hurt at how much dried grool there was on my toys.

So fucking much.

I had to use the cleanser twice to get all my grool off and I was so embarrassed at realizing just how much my cunt can drip for its edges. It made me feel like a truly desperate little edgeslut with a cunt that drips so much 😣 I wondered what my sir would tell me if he could have seen all of the mess I ended up making yesterday and the thought made me even more weak.

So humiliating 😣

I'm glad Sir gave me those edges and permitted me to have a nice evening of some self-care. Peeling my panty off my soaked cunt was a nice gift to give myself in the morning too 🤭

109 edges so far...I wonder how many I will end up having by the end of this year.

• Doe 🦌🎀✨️

(Yes, that is a drawing I made traced off the actual picture of my dripping pussy.)

(This is just a journal entry of sorts to help reflect on good times and work through some low submissive feelings I am having today, not looking for any edging partners or anything even though it's a sweet offer. I edge under Sir's guidance or alone, that's all. Happy edging!)

So, big surprise, I did not make it last time. Even if I promised I would try to be a good girl for once and stay away from those naughty orgasms. I was even extra greedy - I spent the whole night humping, coming all over my pillow over and over 🙈 I did it so much that the next day my poor pussy was so swallen and raw that I could barely sit still.

Well, maybe I should not have, because I was too sore to play for a while and it would have been fine if my trip was not extended. So yeah, while I was mercifully alone for a while, I have been stuck sharing this like super duper tiny air bnb thingie with two colleagues for almost 8 days. We have absolutely 0 privacy. I am not even kidding. The bathrooms are commonal for the whole building and the women shower door is barely a door. It does not even close properly, me and my (female) colleague have to go togheter to "guard it" for each other.

So yeah. Not the best condition to play. So I am going nuts. During the day I am antsy as hell. I can't keep still. It does not matter how I sit, the slightest contact with the chair surface is enough to make my little hole quiver. At night I can barely sleep. My cunny is drooling non stop, and I keep waking up with my panties drenched and stuck to my slit. I am terrified that my rommates will see how much my kitty is drooling, how puffy she is, so I am trying to change extra fast. 😭

I usually can kinda function when I am focused on my work, but now I am in this super boring meeting, and all I can think of is how puffy my cunny feels between my legs. I am trying not to wiggle to much and to look focused, but I keep thinking about super naughty things.

I mean, I am so worked up I could probably just cum right here and right now without much trouble. It is just so embarassing. I don't think anybody would notice (nobody ever did) but there is always that tiny bit of anxiety that maybe this time I won't be able to be super silent and still 🙈

Also, even if I do, I just know that cumming once won't be enough, and I can't spend my day playing with my kitty.

I keep thinking that if I had not been so greedy last time, I would not have been this worked up 😭 Maybe it was Karma.

Thing is, I have other 4 days until my colleagues leave (I will still be on the go for a good while 😭 But some privacy is better than none?). It feels short, but also so long. I am not sure if I will be able to keep my cunny in check (she is so needy it hurts) until then 😵‍💫 But please help me try?