I have been greedy and selfish with my edges, too focused on my own pleasure rather than being useful to my owner. So he wants me to make this post as a reminder of my place and appreciation of what I am given, thinking about days in the past where I was extremely grateful for my edges and denial. As I write this I am sitting with a toy inside me, dripping and reminded of my place on the edge.One instance I was told I would not even be allowed to ask to cum until I was afraid that the slightest touch might bring an orgasm on. I am not particularly experienced with denial and I remember thinking that it would not be very likely that I could get to this point. However, after a couple weeks of relentless edging and teasing, I became wet at the slightest thought of anything arousing and was begging to edge by brushing my clit with the tip of a feather. I went above and beyond where I thought I could reach and wasn’t even thinking about cumming anymore; I just wanted to be a good edge slut for my owner no matter how pathetic I knew I was.One week in particular, my owner and I were unable to speak to each other for extended periods of time. To make sure I wasn’t slacking on remaining a dripping, grateful mess for him, he took advantage of my competitiveness by creating a little game where I could earn points by doing certain tasks for him. I spent the week gaining points by going without underwear, humping different pieces of furniture (with permission), watching porn, presenting my ass and pussy in the air, playing with my tits, worshipping my dildo, plugging myself, and clamping my nipples. However, I lost points by using my fingers to edge or asking to orgasm. The week was spent as someone I’ve always wanted to be: a dripping pathetic mess with my freedom and control taken away. I edged and edged and edged and felt so helpless only being able to hump items and not being able to touch myself with anything else. One week and 250 points later I was dripping and ready to take whatever my owner chose to give me.Recently, my owner had me get completely naked and kneel with a pillow between my legs and my elbows clasped behind my back, a position that made me feel so perfectly submissive. He had me plugged and clamped after which, he let me grind to my heart’s content (at his pace and time limit of course). He wanted me to keep my mouth open and tongue out, ready to place anything there that he wished and knowing that he owned that too. I knew my place very well at that moment; he did not want to hear my words or opinions, just my moans from what he was choosing to give me and the jingling bells from the clamps. I was drooling and humping and dripping, a truly helpless mess. Yet I was not even thinking about cumming; I just wanted to be a good girl, edging when he demanded and going faster and faster even when I felt like I could not handle it.Recently he said to me “I don’t think it’ll ever feel right for you to cum without permission again.” He couldn’t be more right. female orgasm denial Get your own Orgasm Control toys: For men: http://www.amzn.to/1V6XQvv For women: https://ift.tt/1UWn54n