Good morning Ladies and Gents!

Or at least hopefully it is going great for you. I personally woke up sweaty and in a puddle of my own making, after what I could only describe as a cross between a nightmare and a wet dream...

All this relentless daily edging and subsequent denial is slowly driving me insane. Or at the very least making me more and more open, submissive and just straight up desperate as we go.

My name is Tilde and I'm not new to denial by any means, the idea has been a reliable presence in my sexual life for many years. But mostly shorter periods, and more in the teasing no touch sense. Right now, however, I've been sentenced to long daily edging sessions, a couple of hours every day at least, but frankly in reality as often as my play partners would prefer. Being told over and over that I'll never cum again... I don't even know if that outcome mainly scares or excites me. But regardless that is the current heading we're taking. No more orgasms for me, just the constant ever more so maddening edging, denial and relentless teasing.

Honestly, this morning I was in such a sorry shape that I decided to skip my morning gym workout and just do it at home. I just couldn't possibly justify the wet spot on my pants even before I started sweating.

The most annoying thing is that normally I'm very good at self-control and like being on top of things. I mean yes, sexually speaking I am a submissive who prefers to be tied up and very much not in charge, but outside of that I'm a strong woman who is usually very much in charge of her life. And to be fair I still am, except for this thing. Apparently, I lost control over my own body, or at least my pussy...

Seriously, have you ever been in a state while being edged that instead of trying to lean into hoping that this time you'll finally cum, you tried to pull away? Not because the edging felt bad, oh fuck no, it feels way too good... But simply because you felt your mind melting at that moment and knew there was no chance you were coming and just wanted to maintain some sanity?

Well, that is how I felt last night. But spoiler alert, I had to endure all my "prescribed" edging for that day, and some additional, just because I apparently looked "way too pretty when suffering". Well, it certainly made my night and morning rather interesting...

I wanna stress that I don't mind this at all, but I am frustrated as fuck, and I just need to vent a little every now and then. I mean I'm being edged almost every day, and then on top of that people wanna make me edge online as well, and to some, I falter and touch myself, or give control of my lush... I just feel like sometimes as if I already lost control over my own body and sexuality, which is an immensely exciting feeling, but a little bit scary as well.

Who would have thought that I'm gonna be more worried about my own aching, dripping pussy than I was about being blown up in Afghan?

Anyway, thank you for listening to me, it felt good writing all of this out, not that it stopped the uncontrolled dripping down there, but talking about it makes me feel more in control somehow. And I just wanna stress that despite the fact that this whole post is basically complaining, I do love being denied very very much... It's just that it's really fucking frustrating sometimes :D

While this is more of a monologue, in case you have some thoughts and wish to leave a comment or wanna talk about something and wish to reach out in private then of course feel free to do so. Otherwise, I wish you a very nice and less hot and bothered day than what I'm having. Cheers! :)