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7 Days (Part 2) [f23, M30s] [D/s] [Denial] [Edging]
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True to his word, when my alarm woke me in the morning, Sir was gone. On his pillow lay a note, written on thick expensive paper folded neatly in half. Written on the front was my name, in his bold elegant handwriting. I wasted no time picking it up to read.

"Emily,

Yesterday was an eventful day, so I will ease you into this challenge gently. Today your task is a simple one. You are not to touch yourself. From the moment you read this note until the moment you receive your next task, your body is completely off limits to you.

Love, Sir"

I almost threw the note away in disappointment. After all the build-up, all the anticipation, the only thing I had to do was not touch myself? I put the note down gently, suddenly worried that I would crease it and mar Sir's penmanship and went to make myself coffee.

Now here's the thing. Have you ever heard the phrase "Don't think about an elephant"? If not, try it now. Try not to think about an elephant. What are you thinking about? I've gone through plenty of days without masturbating, without even thinking about masturbating, but now it was constantly there in the back of my mind. While I was driving, when I sat at my desk pretending to work, and especially later that evening when I watched TV while exchanging messages with Sir.

I lay in bed that night, horny and unable to sleep. Normally in that situation I'd take care of it myself, but obviously that wasn't an option. I got inside my head a little in a kind of feedback loop. The more I told myself I wasn't allowed to play, the hornier I got, and the more I wanted to.

Around midnight I'd just about decided to try having a cold shower. I've no idea if that actually works, but surely it's a cliche for a reason, right? As I was getting the energy together to get out of bed, I received a new text from Sir. "Well done getting through your first day. As a reward you're allowed to touch yourself again. In fact, you have to. Today's task is to bring yourself to the edge of orgasm, then stop. You are to do this three times before midnight, no more and no less. Good luck. Sir x"

Almost before I finished reading, I'd dropped my phone and had my hand between my legs. I was so wet, I could actually hear it as I thrust my fingers inside myself. I felt an instant relief. I could literally feel the tension leaving my body. In less than a minute I felt the familiar warmth starting in my core. I should have slowed down and made it last, but I didn't. I kept thrusting with two fingers inside my pussy and my palm pressed against my clit.

For a moment I contemplated letting myself cum. It's not like Sir would know, after all. At the last second, I pulled away. My heartbeat thundered in my ears and I was breathing heavily. I could feel my pussy twitching, hungry for more stimulation. I felt ashamed of myself. I'd barely started the second day, and already I was thinking of letting Sir down. At least I'd scratched the itch and was able to sleep.

I woke up the following morning feeling incredibly horny. I couldn't remember what I dreamt, but apparently it was something exciting! I was tempted to do something about it, but I was acutely aware that I only had two opportunities left and I wanted to pace myself. I remembered that I hadn't actually replied to Sir last night, so I grabbed my phone and messaged him, telling him I'd already completed one part of my task and confessing how close I'd been to breaking the rules.

Sir's reply came almost immediately "I'm so proud of you. Being tempted like that means you're doing it right! x" That message made me feel so much better about myself as I got ready for work. The feeling lasted all the way through till my lunch break when I read it again and a thought occurred to me. I still had two more play times to get through that day. Did he really mean I should get that close to failing both times? I messaged to ask him, but it was still unread by the time my break finished. I checked again after work, then once more when I got home but he still hadn't seen my question. I decided that I'd let myself get close, but not that close.

I needed a shower, and it seemed the perfect opportunity to enjoy my second session. It felt so good when I stroked my soapy hands over my breasts that I spent several minutes just standing there, caressing and massaging them, circling my fingers around my nipples, pinching them lightly and pulling them away from my body. If I have one criticism of Sir it's that he doesn't always give my breasts as much attention as I'd like.

I took down the shower head and rinsed myself off, then on a whim tried something I hadn't done for a few years. I set the shower to the 'pulse' setting and aimed it between my thighs. To be honest, it didn't feel as good as in my memory. Even my weakest toy on its lowest setting gave me more of a tingle. I dropped my other hand down and started lightly rubbing myself. That produced a result. As I rubbed, I experienced a series of sharp bursts as the water jets made contact just as my fingers exposed my most sensitive parts.

I'd learnt my lesson from the previous night and eased the shower back a little, occasionally covering my pussy entirely with my hand. I wanted to take my time and enjoy the long slow build up and stop on my own terms. Of course, nothing can last for ever and I felt the inexorable pressure building within me. Before I reached that final point, I switched off the water and pulled my hand away. I stepped out of the shower feeling vaguely dissatisfied, but contented myself with the knowledge that I still had one more session and it was only a few hours till bedtime.

Sir had replied while I was showering. In essence he had said that I should go as far as I was comfortable with going. He wanted me to enjoy myself, I just couldn't reach orgasm. The rest of the evening passed pretty quickly, in between texts with Sir, cooking, cleaning up and the hundred and one other mundane housekeeping tasks.

Most of the time I'll wear a nightgown or pyjamas to bed when I'm alone, but that night I decided to sleep nude. For my late night activities I chose a small silver 'bullet' vibrator. It has a lot of power for it's size, and being so small I could direct it exactly where I wanted. I started with my nipples again, running the bullet over one while I pinched the other.

I slowly ran the bullet down my stomach, letting the anticipation build, then skipped over my clit, instead moving it in circles around my outer lips before inching gradually inwards. I drifted across my opening with the toy, feeling my wetness on my fingers as I pressed just the tip inside. I took it higher, making tight circles around my clit, the vibrations running through my body feeling like ghostly fingers lightly caressing it.

I decided I'd had enough of teasing and pressed the bullet directly onto my clit. One second, two, three and I had to take it off. Back down again. This time I barely lasted two seconds. I paused for a moment to catch my breath, then back onto my clit. Again and again I pressed and lifted. I felt like I was hovering in the space between intense pleasure and the crashing tide of orgasm, that I could hold myself there indefinitely.

My concentration was broken by the beeping of my phone. Sir had sent me a new task, which meant it was time to stop. As I pulled the bullet away for the final time, I noticed my hips rising to follow it. I hadn't meant to do that, it was as though my body was acting on instinct, seeking the source of it's pleasure in order to prolong it, even if only briefly.

Sir's message was short. "For today's task, you are to edge yourself 3 times again, but this time I choose when. Once when you wake up, once at lunchtime, and once before you sleep" I thought to myself "That second one will be tricky, I'm at work then!" but that was a problem for tomorrow. I replied simply "Thank you Sir. Goodnight x" and promptly fell asleep.

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