This isn’t a recent story, but it’s been on my mind all day and I feel like sharing. For years now, edging and denial have been my biggest kinks, and I’ve been lucky enough to find some fantastic partners on here who have enjoyed taking control of me and my cock when I do.

One Mistress I had about two years ago especially liked to see for herself how I was being denied. After talking for a bit and building up some mutual trust, she started having me send videos of my denial for her to enjoy. She considered me to be a toy for her own amusement, so it was always up to her instructions how and when I would edge myself, and the videos were meant to be proof I was following orders. Luckily for me, she had a very large appetite for evidence.

But there was one specific time she was very particular about what she was requesting. She liked to (consensually) push my boundaries and loved the idea of me being hard, desperate, and even edging for in public. So one night we fulfilled a fantasy for her and I made myself into her window display.

To be fair, the odds of me actually being seen as a window display were low. I used my bedroom window, which faced out into my quiet backyard, and it was late at night, just past midnight. But the chance wasn’t zero. I stripped down, set a chair out in front of the window, and positioned myself so that my terrified but rigid cock was unmistakably front and center. The cold air wafted in and felt electrifying on my exposed skin. My heart was pounding, nervous but excited. She messaged me to ask if I was ready. I told her I was. I turned on the lights, and there was no where to hide.

She had me slowly, methodically start to stroke. With each passing second, every fear and trepidation started to give way to excitement and desperation. My cock didn’t need any convincing. Truth be told, it loved the attention. Once I got settled in, she started asking for the videos. She wanted her proof. She wanted to see her window display, and I was happy to oblige. For fifteen long minutes, I was her private, public show until finally, agonizingly, she allowed me to go right up to the edge. It might have been the most impressive act of self control in my life to avoid going over.

If anyone else ever got a view of the show, I never heard about it. I ended up continuing talking to my Mistress for another couple weeks before she had to end it (she and her girlfriend got serious enough that playing online with strangers was apparently no longer allowed). But I still think of that one night constantly.