Ive written this one for all of you perverts that have messaged me saying they wanted to watch me break. Here you go.

On the bright side, I can touch now. On the down side, it's not helping , I'm still a desperate horny mess, it's just more tolerable 😆

I don't actually think I realised just how badly I was going out of my mind yesterday, despite posting the neediest things on here.

Starting earlier in the day, just because I find this especially funny. Obviously messages are intermittent -its Christmas day - and sir and I are on a UK -US time gap. I send some whiny messages about wanting to touch and he asks me if Im admitting defeat and asking for mercy. Most of me wants to say no, I'll never admit defeat and beg for anything. Im not quite stupid enough to say that out loud because I know I'll regret it at a later point haha. I did openly say I'm not sure what I should reply. The reply I got was "it doesn't matter what you answer. the only outcome is more submission". That will live in my head for a while

After Christmas dinner with the family, my answer is still no, but with a clear reason why. I actually want to break and beg and need. Partly because it's never happened before, partly for the thrill of knowing I'm not in control at all. I tell this to sir and, summarised, the responses were "did you ever think you were in control" and "ooh, fun". Along with a set of messages telling me all he was going to do was wait. Well...now I know I'm fucked. At this point, I was pretty sure I had a day or o of fight left before I gave in, but I already knew I would

Fast forward to around bedtime. Husband decides he wants to play with me. I lose track of the amount of edges he gets out of me while telling me I don't get to cum yet. (I'm still baffled by him getting involved tbf). I ask him whose side he's on, and he tells me nobodies, he's a rogue agent. Whatever. Probably 20 or so edges after I'm just laid on the sofa gasping and panting and clenching my fists tight so I dont give in to the urge to rub myself silly. I'm shaking, my underwear is drenched and I'm very very desperate. I go to bed - half hoping he's awake for more attention (he is not). I settle down in bed as much for the warmth as anything. My phone lights up with a message asking me what I'm doing - everyone is in bed- and how I'm feeling. Then another. "Time to earn your right to touch. Persuade me to cum, then you can touch". I laid in bed, trying to think of something suitably sexy scenario, but my brain wouldn't give me anything. In the end I just described a fantasy that was pretty much "what I would like you to do to me right now please". I wrote a little bit, then was suddenly hit with an absolute wall of NEED. I hopped out of bed, and into the bathroom - hopefully some privacy from the family staying with us and I suspected going down the stairs would wake the resident puppy. I knelt oglfln the floor bracing myself on the side of the bath - a comfortable position to type in and I shouldn't leave a puddle on the floor that way.

Now, I actually have written plenty of erotica in my life but I was struggling so so hard. Trying to describe something, feeling my pussy drip down my legs. I was shoving one hand into my mouth to stop the noises that were threatening to come out. Stopping every few sentences to sit, shake and rock my hips to try to relieve the need. Nothing was working. I could just feel more and more of my brainpower leaking away and I was just becoming more and more desperate the more I carried on. I could feel my pussy clenching around nothing. I wanted to touch more than I needed anything. Somewhere in there I started shaking. I really was just a drippy horny wet shaky mess.

I made it most of the way through what I was writing, then gave up and started begging to touch. I don't think there was much left on me but need at this point. Sir initially said no - I'd not finished, and also I was on no touch. I was on the verge of tears but more aroused than I think I've ever been in my life and I felt like I was on fire. I begged to touch some more. And then.."are you asking for mercy? Beg for mercy, slut".

What followed was a lot of begging and pleading. I'm not even sure how much sense I made. I just needed to touch.

"What will you trade for permission to touch?"

I don't want to say anything. But what do you give someone that holds all the power? I sent back a message saying as much, and the message I got back was "I want to see". Photos are difficult for me - I don't have a good body confidence - so it makes me nervous. I would have actually done anything at that point though. I took a picture sent it and finally, finally had permission to touch. It took me 5 seconds to edge. Then less time then second time. The need to touch had dimmed, but fuck I needed to cum. Even if I was allowed, there's no way I could be quiet enough not to disturb the house. And I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be allowed anyway. I was just a shaking wet submissive mess edging on the bathroom floor haha.

After the intensity ebbed and I could breathe again, sir told me to thank him, which I did happily. And told me it wouldn't be long until I begged to cum - which I don't doubt either! Then I went to bed happily denied - a sentence I never thought I'd say.

I woke up this morning with wet thighs and a wet pussy. Touching didn't help. I need to cum. Typing these definitely doesn't help but I enjoy doing it, although I suspect sir is enjoying the insight into my mind - not sure if that's helpful or I'm dooming myself further here though haha.

(I can't cum till 2025. Bets on how long I take to crack? As ever, feel free to message, I message back provided it's conversation)