my own thoughts often create the best material to edge to. tonight the mixture of wine and dabs curated the most exciting fantasy i’ve had in a while… allow me to enlighten you. *it’s a long one… buckle up

me and 5 other girls are locked in an empty room together, each of us naked with our hands tied behind ours backs. there’s whispers of confusion between us. none of us remember how we got here. in fact, none of us remember anything at all. w-what’s my name?

a hush falls over the room as the door is unlocked and a man enters the room. there’s somewhat of a smile on his face as he approaches me. he moves me so i’m on my knees before him and he takes my face in one hand, ensuring my eyes are locked with his. my pussy starts to throb uncontrollably and a sudden, ravenous urge to touch my clit comes over me. my eyes widen as he leans closer to me, leveling his face with mine before telling me my name. 25.

he has me repeat it over and over until it’s the only other thing in my brain besides my aching cunt.

he puts me in a collar that keeps me on my knees, attached to the wall. he repeats this exact process with each girl in the room until he reaches 30. with each of us restrained, he watches as we squirm, hump the air and squeeze our thighs together in desperate attempts to sooth the want.

he explains our position in his slut hierarchy. edge sluts. not the lowest on the pyramid but damn near it. he tells us that each day will come with a new list of tasks to be completed within 24 hours of receiving it. each item on the list was an act of self-pleasure with the ultimate goal of denying all orgasms. he explains that even a suspicion of a RUIN results in punishment. as does failure to complete the list and lack of enthusiasm.

at the end of each day the slut he feels preformed the best, completing her list and showing the utmost enthusiasm receives an honourable mention and the slut with the most honourable mentions at the end of the month earns permission to beg him for an edging session with Sir. sometimes he might say yes.

he unties each of us and we receive our first lists. he unlocks the closet at the back of the room and displays every toy you could imagine. we’re all itching to take our pick but are frozen in our spots.

he stands in the doorway and utters a few last words of encouragement. “this is your new lives. learn to enjoy it, my last round of girls stayed at this rank for 13 years before they learned. now… edge, sluts.”

and with that we’re off, eager to be the highest performing slut of the day.