This morning, Sir didn’t waste any time reminding me of my place. As soon as I woke up, he was teasing and tormenting me in that delicious way only he can. He brought me right to the edge of ecstasy, my body trembling and desperate to cum. But Sir had other plans.

He gave me three ruined orgasms in a row, each one more excruciating than the last.

The first ruined orgasm was devastating. As Sir brought me to the brink, my pussy tightened around nothing, clenching in rhythmic waves, pulsing with the need to cum. My clit felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with desperation. Just as the pleasure began to crest, he pulled back, leaving me gasping and quivering with unfulfilled need. My pussy continued to spasm, aching for the release that was denied, the muscles contracting and releasing in a desperate attempt to find satisfaction. The pleasure built up only to be snatched away, leaving me panting and desperate for more.

Before I could recover, Sir started again, bringing me right to the edge once more. My body was shaking with anticipation, my pussy soaked and desperate. The second time was even more intense; my pussy throbbed harder, the need growing more desperate with every second. The sensation was overwhelming, my entire body on high alert, craving the release that was just out of reach. Again, Sir pulled back just as I was about to cum, the pleasure fizzling out into a maddening, unsatisfying ache. My clit felt like it was vibrating with the denied pleasure, making my whole body tremble. My pussy was contracting mess, desperately trying to grasp at the pleasure that was slipping away. The frustration and desperation were almost unbearable, my need escalating with each denied orgasm.

By the time Sir brought me to the edge for the third time, my pussy was a desperate, dripping mess. My entire body ached with need, my clit throbbing and begging for release. Every muscle tensed as I neared the peak, my pussy clenching desperately, trying to cum. The anticipation was almost unbearable, my mind screaming for the release that Sir was denying. This time, the desperation was all-consuming. My pussy felt like it was pulsing with electricity, the denied orgasms making every sensation more intense. The vibrator right on my G-spot made me feel like I was about to explode, the pressure building and building. The vibrations on my clit were almost too much to handle, sending me into overdrive. My muscles contracted violently, trying to grasp at the climax that was just out of reach, leaving my pussy sore and quivering. Sir was rougher, pushing me harder, making me feel even more like his desperate, obedient slut. The frustration was exquisite torture, making me crave his touch even more. I was on the absolute brink of desperation, my body and mind overwhelmed with need.

The rest of the morning was a haze of arousal and frustration. Every move I made reminded me of Sir’s touch and the pleasure he withheld. My pussy stayed soaked and throbbing, the memory of those ruined orgasms a constant torment that kept me on edge.

As the day dragged on, all I could think about was how badly I needed Sir’s control. I longed for his touch, his dominance, to push me over the edge and finally give me the release I craved. The anticipation of what he might do next had me in a constant state of arousal and need, my body aching for him.

Forever your aching, needy slut, Rosie x