Yesterday was unlike any other. My Sir took control of my Ferri at work, and the moment I felt it activate, I knew something intense was about to happen. My heart raced as the vibrations started—completely unexpected but deeply thrilling. The excitement hit me instantly, and I quickly headed to the bathroom.

Inside, I tried to keep my composure, but the intensity grew impossible to ignore. I knew I was going to moan, beg, and make noises. The bathroom walls offered a small comfort, but it was My Sirs control that dominated my senses.

My Sir edged me repeatedly inside the bathroom, teasing me with those intensely sweet vibrations. He could hear my slutty moans and whimpers as I struggled to maintain control, begging Him to let me edge for Him. I caressed His breast, feeling so fucking horny, trying my best not to go over the edge. Caressing His body, all His property while He controlled the Ferri. As I sat on the toilet seat cover, I could smell the scent of my own arousal, thick in the air, mingling with the tension that He had meticulously built.

His magic fingers were amazing. The intensity when He controlled the toy was amazing. Desperate, I begged for a ruined, my desire mounting with each pulse. He said yes for a ruined. I ruined. My hips rose up, I was breathing hard and moaning, His clit was throbbing and ached, pussy juice was dripping, and His pussy muscles were contracting. My mind spiraling. His pussy was mad, but it is for her own good. Fuck I felt so horny slutty pet. The pleasure faded slowly. He paused for a moment but then unexpectedly resumed playing and controlling the Ferri. I moaned as those sensations even more intense. I was getting lost just thinking about Him, His control, and repeating my mantra “good girls don’t cum” i asked again for a ruined, and My sweet Sir surprised me with a yes again. Two ruined orgasms! My eyes rolled back, lost in the throes of exquisite pleasure He had orchestrated. The pleasure slowly faded again. Good girls don’t cum repeating in my mind. My orgasm belongs to Him.

His control intensified my need, and became incredibly wet and leaky, I could barely maintain my composure. He ordered me to clean His property, to eat all the pussy juices so they wouldn't go to waste, and then to suck my fingers and compose myself. I could still smell the scent of denial. I returned to work, smiling and feeling proud to be His denied pet. Nervously enjoying wondering if anyone could smell this edge slut in heat.