I woke up at 5 am today.

Why, you might ask?

Because Daddy made me sleep with a crotch rope harness and has also denied me edges, let alone orgasms. Oh and has been extra cruel (in only the best sense of the word) in not allowing me to remove the harness.

Why does this kind of cruelty make me melt??

Through the haze of waking up, and letting the waves of arousal wash over me, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge and I wanted it so bad. I turned, half on my belly and half on my side, with one leg bent up in such a way that I'd feel more of that delicious pressure against my clit. My nipples being two additional points of pleasure as they were pressed against the mattress of the bed.

And it felt amazing, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me. It's almost meditative as I lay there in that limbo between wakfulness and sleep. Slowly but surely getting closer to an edge. I can almost see it in my mind's eye. A cliff in the distance.

And then I wake up some more, and realize how stupid I've been, because I'm not allowed to edge. And if I get to the edge, with a crotch rope on, I'm definitely not going to be able to stop myself from cumming. Because I'm not allowed to take it off either.

We talked over the phone that evening because he's away for work. I was dressed in my newly aquired maid uniform, which is a story for anothe time perhaps. At one point, he ordered me to sleep with the rope harness on, which worried me so in a small tentative voice, I asked "What if I'm not able to keep myself from edging? What if I accidentally cum?"

"You'd better control it. It's the least you could do." He replied, and I hear the full weight of his expectation in his voice, making me feel even smaller, and very helpless. I briefly wondered if he planned to force me to cum. But I really don't want to feel his disappointment if that happens, so I strengthern my resolve, and simply reply " Yes, Daddy.".

By the time I went to bed, I had already spent most of the day in a harness. So I switched ropes, washed the one I was wearing, finished my nightly routine and went to bed. Choosing to forego my nightly reddit scrolling because I didn't want to make things worse.

Hopefully it helped but nonetheless, there I was, sometime past 5, cursing my stupidity and trying my absolute hardest not to get closer to the edge. I try changing positions, I try breathing slower, more shallowly.

It doesn't work. Well, no, it slows down my apprach to the edge, but it's not enough.

So I get out of bed, to head to the toilet because I'm at least allowed to move it aside to pee. I move cautiously, so as to not condemn myself further. I washed myself with the coldest water that the tap would give me, longing for it to have been winter because it would have been so much colder.

It helps, a little, and I go to bed, feeling a bit of relief, but it doesn't last long. I can't find a position to lie in that doesn't push me closer again.

So I tried to count down from 100, to force myself to sleep. I tried thinking of puppies. I tried uncovering myself, so perhaps my body would cool down with the ambient temperature. I tried getting out of bed to see if I could get some help from gravity. I even wondered if it would be okay for me to ice it. If it would count as circumventing the torment, or touching myself.

But it's 5 in the morning and I can't, in good concience, wake him to ask. He's had a very long, physical work day, not to mention that he really hates waking up early. And having been slowly, but surely submerged into my submission over the past few days, I can't bring myself to wake him before it's a reasonable hour. Especially not because of my tormented pussy.

That would just be silly.

So, finally around 5:40, I give up on falling asleep again, even though I don't really function on anything less than 6 hours of sleep.

For a little while, I feel frustrated, and not in the good way. Perhaps a little cranky over only 4 and a half hours of sleep. I try to get some work done, but my mind can't focus.

But now I'm again feeling my submission to him, enveloping me like a blanket. Every breath I take is a gentle reminder of his ownership over me. And every wave of frustration (the good kind this time) a reminder of my submission to him. And everytime I think about my sleep deprivation, of everything that happened since 5 am, of my current state being what it is because of his commands, I feel myself sinking further and further, and it makes me feel fulfilled.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! I'm actually having a hard time getting my thoughts in order, so sorry if the post reads a little messily. But I guess it can't be helped because Daddy is teasing my brain away~