Hi everyone!! This is a recount/journal of an edging experience and it’s 100% true. Hope you enjoy!! (All members of this story are 19years or older.)

On my (m19) profile you’ll see a post (a couple actually) requesting a daddy dom to keep me edged for days and have my cum controlled. I thought it would be sexy to have another guy telling me how I can use my cock - little did I know what would actually happen.

Day 1:

I’m minding my business, jerking off to stories like this when this guy, let’s call him Tom (m30) messages me. He actually was responding a different post but very quickly expressed interest in the daddy dom cum control post.

He laid out the following rules: 1) No other daddy’s/doms/men 2) No sexual touching of any kind without permission 3) No cumming without permission

I quickly agreed despite being a little nervous - I’d never done anything like this before. My sexual experiences were limited to trading pics of my cock and jerking off, so this was new and exciting.

While chatting away about our sexual interests and general hopes/expectations from our arrangement, I admitted I was already very very horny because I had another dom messaging me earlier that day, who had gotten me worked up. However he ghosted me before I got to release.

Tom didn’t really love the idea of me being worked up from another man, he wanted my horniness to be from him alone.

So after a little while of standard edging, day 1 ended with me being able to cum.

It was already one of the best orgasms I’d ever had and I nice way to ease into the rest of the experience. I also learnt I should refer to Tom as Daddy, and in return he calls me good boy (when I deserve it).

However, Tom decides to add a new rule:

4) Check-ins (photos of my dick) must be sent around every four hours - just to make sure I’m not jerking off etc.

And with that it was off to bed.

The Real Day 1:

The next morning, I sent him a check in, bright and early. Today was going to be fun…

I thought he would have me touching my cock most of the day in different places I was going, or giving me porn to watch. However, as I sent another check in, and then another, only getting an acknowledgment of being an obedient boy, I realised this will be a lot more difficult than first thought.

Even without touching myself all day, it was agonising, watching the clock, making sure to send the checkins while also checking my messages every couple minutes just in case he tells me to do something.

Most of the day goes by and I haven’t heard anything substantial.

Along comes 11pm.

I receive a message.

“Touch yourself. Slowly.”

So I happily, almost desperately oblige.

As a side note - I’m a very horny person in general usually cumming at least once everyday if not more, so even not cumming for more than 24 hours is a lot for me. And it hadn’t even been 24 hours

Tom tells me to send him videos of anything I do to my cock. I whip out my phone and record me slowly stroking my neglected (perhaps I’m being a bit dramatic) cock.

The words “good boy” pop up from Tom and make my cock twitch a little (I love being called a good boy)

He tells me to go a little faster for daddy. I swiftly increase the pace, no objections here. And I send a video.

“Mmm very good boy. Faster”

So again, I speed up, now probably at my usual pace. Send a video

“A little faster for me. And remember no cumming.”

Ok. Fuck, this is difficult. I focus on my breathing and keep stroking for my daddy. Just as I’m scared I might lose control I look at my phone

“Hands off. Now.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I need to touch it and it hasn’t been a day. I’m so fucked. If a little edging has me this desperate I’m fucked.

“Get up and walk around the room without touching your cock.”

Oooo ok this is fun. I send Tom a video of me walking around my room, cock bouncing up and down. Even that feels good.

“Another lap”

I don’t even consider the possibility of not doing what he says, at this point I’m mindless, whatever he says, I do. No questions.

“How are you feeling” he asks, almost mockingly. He knows how I’m fucking feeling, but I entertain him.

“Frustrated. But also I know I’m being a good boy by not touching. But I’m so desperate and needy. But it feels good to edge… I’m horny and frustrated pleasure all swirled up” (- actual quote by me, most of them are but this one specifically chefs kiss)

“Ok back into bed and start again slowly”

Oh fuck. I forgot all about that, and now I’m only semi hard and we’re starting again from slow? The consequences of getting a dom are now clear. And I’m too far in to quit.

“Faster now.”

Okok still doable, feels so fucking good. I feel my orgasm building.

“Get to the edge for daddy”

“I’m already there” I retort, sending a video to accompany, as if some kind of proof.

“Pathetic. Hands off.”

Fuckkkkk. There are two ways to my heart, edging, and degradation. Tick and tick.

“Slap your balls a few times for me”

Now tbh I’ve neglected my balls for most of my jerking life, so this was new. It hurt but somehow that sent pleasure through the entire area? I loved it.

“Up and walk again”

This guy is relentless. It’s so hot.

“On the floor”

Ugh this is so humiliating, I love it so much. He edges me in a similar manner to before, this time asking me to spread my legs further and further.

“Get as close as you can for daddy”

I didn’t need any more convincing as I pumped my cock.

“Stop and stand up.”

I immediately stand. Cock pointed straight out in-front of me. He instructs me to again start wanking and riding the edge. But here’s where things take a little turn…

“Stop.”

Fucking hell that was close.

“Walk around the room again”

“While still touching myself?” I enquired, seemed odd to make me walk around the room whilst touching but thought I’d check. I realised my mistake too late.

“Were you still touching?”

Uh oh what’s gonna happen now? I come clean and admit I somehow had started touching myself.

“That’s ok” he says

Hmm why so calm? I just broke one of 4 rules…

“Grab some underwear.” He instructed

“Dirty or clean” I inquire, at this point not seeing the connection between this instruction and my previous breach of the rules

“The dirtiest pair you have” he answers quickly.

I find the dirtiest pair, which is nothing special, I’m generally quite clean. I turn up with a pair worn twice that I once used as a cum rag (since been cleaned from then lol)

I show Tom the tent in my underwear so proudly. Until it dawns on me; this is a punishment. I’m being punished.

Tom asks about the underwear I’ve chosen for him and I explain, he tells me they are now his underwear and can only be worn when I’m talking to him and cannot be cleaned without permission. Thus, rule 5 is born:

5) Daddy’s underwear mustn’t be washed without permission.

And after this, Tom explains another new rule, one I’d just experienced:

6) Breaking the rules will result in punishment.

After sitting in my daddy’s underwear for a while, he so generously let me edge again. Just I was I was close the I saw the infamous

“Stop”

on my screen. I knew it was time for bed, daddy’s underwear on and horny as fuck.

This is getting a little long… stay tuned for day two 😘😘 Feel free to msg me if you want, but I am still under these rules so nothing too sexual… can’t break the rules of my dom 😇