Month: May 2020

Felt unpretty

Day 55: As I woke up this morning and patiently waited for the numbness to fade eager to feel yesterday’s rewards. I felt bereft as along with the wave of gushing wetness came the gut wrenching realisation that I couldn’t be filled today. Disoriented and confused I forced myself to prepare for the rituals of edging on a Saturday: hot shower, coffee, toast and a designated outfit; oversized pink tshirt, a pink ribbon bow tied snug around the neck and no undies.As I was perched atop my cushion with a gel pack clenched between my thighs numbing away the hurt in anticipation of the edges to come. My mind wandered away from the comfort of my usual precare thoughts. Denial makes me feel pretty. But today I felt sad at being denied the gift of edging without being plugged in obedience. I relish everything about it – every inch of me humming in appreciation for being adorned and accepted. I like how swollen my princess wings get, glistening, as if wanting to look their best. The tiny torturous fleeting rubs feel less painful. But most of all I love how my body is conditioned to bow in subservience to receive the edges of the day.I love how pretty it looks and feels as I reach below anticipating the ritual that follows. Standing straight feet slightly apart, a tiny whimper escapes, as I first bend at the hip and then ever so slightly my knees follow bending in counterbalance sinking closer to the floor but stopping short. With a mind of its own, my body bends slowly and methodically searching for the perfect angle to match the kinked tilt of the hips. Then at last a fleeting sight of pastel pink, perfectly balanced and a hint of the reward to come.As the day dream mirage of my subspace cleared away… disturbed by the slick sounds from the conditioned rubs. I clenched at the emptiness inside and completed my allowance of obedience edges. Eventually, I felt the twinges of exquisite pain which brought relief before the obligatory glacial afternoon shower. Like yesterday, I felt the need to share it accurately. Hunched on all fours bent at the elbow, air drying, patiently waiting for acceptance in the sting from being rubbed raw. Listening for the clenched gasps of agony. female orgasm denial Get your own Orgasm Control toys: For men: http://www.amzn.to/1V6XQvv For women: https://ift.tt/1UWn54n

Felt unpretty

As I woke up this morning and patiently waited for the numbness to fade eager to feel yesterday’s rewards. I felt bereft as along with the wave of gushing wetness came the gut wrenching realisation that I couldn’t be filled today. Disoriented and confused I forced myself to prepare for the rituals of edging on a Saturday: hot shower, coffee, toast and a designated outfit; oversized pink tshirt, a pink ribbon bow tied snug around the neck and no undies.As I was perched atop my cushion with a gel pack clenched between my thighs numbing away the hurt in anticipation of the edges to come. My mind wandered away from the comfort of my usual precare thoughts. Denial makes me feel pretty. But today I felt sad at being denied the gift of edging without being plugged in obedience. I relish everything about it – every inch of me humming in appreciation for being adorned and accepted. I like how swollen my princess wings get, glistening, as if wanting to look their best. The tiny torturous fleeting rubs feel less painful. But most of all I love how my body is conditioned to bow in subservience to receive the edges of the day.I love how pretty it looks and feels as I reach below anticipating the ritual that follows. Standing straight feet slightly apart, a tiny whimper escapes, as I first bend at the hip and then ever so slightly my knees follow bending in counterbalance sinking closer to the floor but stopping short. With a mind of its own, my body bends slowly and methodically searching for the perfect angle to match the kinked tilt of the hips. Then at last a fleeting sight of pastel pink, perfectly balanced and a hint of the reward to come.As the day dream mirage of my subspace cleared away… disturbed by the slick sounds from the conditioned rubs. I clenched at the emptiness inside and completed my allowance of obedience edges. Eventually, I felt the twinges of familiar pain which brought relief before the obligatory glacial afternoon shower. Like yesterday, I felt the need to share it accurately. Hunched on all fours bent at the elbow, air drying, patiently waiting for acceptance in the sting from being rubbed raw. Listening for the clenched gasps of agony. female orgasm denial Get your own Orgasm Control toys: For men: http://www.amzn.to/1V6XQvv For women: https://ift.tt/1UWn54n