A month of denial. 33 days without release of orgasm, only allowed to edge for my master's satisfaction and amusement.  It was a gruelling test of willpower and endurance yet a beautiful denial journey with my loving master. The first few days were easiest, just peace and obedient. I did as I was told. But as the days wore on, it became a physical ache, a constant reminder of my submission.

It became a ritual, every morning and evening, I am to edge for my master, edge his pussy and keep it wet and aching for him. To get close, so close to the brink, then stop and thank my daddy. My body would squirm and shake, I would be left panting, denied the sweet release that always seemed just out of reach. Days passing with no hope of any release. The denial completely turned me into a gooning slut, I found myself constantly distracted, my mind wandering to filthy thoughts of release and getting used by my daddy.

I started enjoying the things that I never did. The denial was completely turning me into a slut that's ready to please however her Master wishes. I craved for naughty things, for more pain, to entertain my master. The naughtier the task and fantasy, the more it thrilled me. Edging became less about chasing orgasm and more about keeping his pussy aching and unsatisfied. Every edge pushed me into this slutty, masochistic headspace, and yet, despite this newfound naughtiness, the denial also made me more obedient than ever. I craved my daddy's attention, his commands, his approval. I became desperate for even the smallest affirmation, willing to do anything to please my daddy and earn it.

It reached a point where I didn't even want the relief of an actual orgasm anymore. Edging became my new high, that building, delicious tension that swirled through my body, leaving me breathless and trembling. It felt so much better than actual release. I craved and begged for my master to allow me to edge more and more till my brain melts away. Edging became my new orgasm. My master enjoyed using me and edging me for his pleasure. The naughtiness in me even made me purchase my very first remote toy for my daddy to use me as he wishes. That was the best thing I did. My daddy was so excited to use me and have more control over me.

Getting edged by my daddy was way better than edging myself. He never lets me reach the edge easily. He teases me all he wants till I'm overstimulated and begging him to let me edge for him. I absolutely loved being edged by my master. Edging over and over till my brain melts away and all left is a living brainless fucktoy for him to use as he wishes. As if the denial wasn't torture enough, my daddy has a particular favourite mode on the remote vibe that reduces me to a squirming, squeaking mess. It starts slow, a low rumble that builds steadily and so on, catching me off guard whenever he decides to turn it on. The worst part he randomly uses on me while I'm getting close, making me jump and lose the tension. That maddening buzz makes my inner muscles contract and the mode completely robs me of coherent speech. The intensity hits so suddenly, stealing my breath and turning my pleas into breathy, barely understandable whimpers.

By the end of the month, my body had trained itself to stop at the edge on its own. I could feel myself climb the peak, that delicious tension cooling my core, but no matter how hard I tried, my body refused to topple over that edge into an orgasm. It had me frustrated. It was as if my body has learned to crave the denial more than the release.

My master would help me stayed denied for him and keep me edging over and over, as I struggled and squirm in desperation with no sight of any release. He provided me constant reminders of why I should be denied and how good and submissive I am when I'm denied. He showed me how pathetic I'm for him, not being able to reach a release without his say. I was just his toy. He kept me motivated to stay denied, denied for his pleasure and to push myself further and further and my master loved every minute of it. He would use me as his personal edge play toy, keeping me in a state of constant tension and desperation till he's satisfied, ignoring my pleas and begs., until I'm a sobbing edged brainless mess.

I spent an entire month in a state of constant arousal with the help of my incredible master. Never knowing when my next release be.

And on the 33rd day he used me all night as he pleased, teased me and edged me over and over, turning me into his living sex toy. He finally granted me the permission for a release. He made me cum for him. That was one of the best orgasm I had ever. It was so intense and felt so special, the moment the pleasure washed all over my body, I burst into tears. I was crying and trembling while my master helped me calmed down and praised me for being his best denied toy for him.

Looking back, I am incredibly proud of my achievement that month. Denying myself for an entire 33 days, solely for my daddy's pleasure, was a true test of my devotion and self-control and submission to him. Every buzz of that vibe, every night and day of constant arousal, every longing touch, and edge was worth it. Because in the end, it was all for him. My daddy, who pushed me, who challenged me, who brought me to heights of pleasure and denial I'd never known. Without his guidance, his control, his unwavering dominance, I never could have achieved such a streak. I'm proud to be his, and to be owned by him <3