Edging

Dear Diary,

Ok, I hate edging. 

Ok that not entirely true. I both love and hate edging. 

Ok so I called her tonight and she told me how beautiful I was today and thank be for being so obedient. And I really did look good naked. She wanted to get me some slave bell for my ankles wrists an nipples when they were healed. (What are those? More research). 

Now she said this will seem mean but there was a purpose. She wanted me to play with myself with her on the phone but not to orgasm. She wanted me to tell her how I was feeling at all times. She used the phrase "Very Verbal". Possibly this was more embarrassment torture sine I don't normally talk during sex. (Later she told me it was so she could tell how close to coming I was. So much for second guessing.). So I did and she kept talking in my ear how beautiful I was and how she loved me doing this for her. So I got almost to the edge and she told me to stop. 

And I did but it was tough. 

Then she said thank you and I was her good girl and things I can't remember. We talked about ten minutes and she said do it again.

So this was edging. And it sucked. But it was exciting at the same time. Especially doing it for her. 

Bla bla bla we did it again. Three edgings. I was exhausted. Sore a little too. And frustrated. I wanted to cum so bad. 

She said thank you baby and good girl and all kinds of things and I hated her and loved her at the same time. 

She told me not to clean my sell except with my fingers and to lick them clean. I was getting used to the taste by now anyway. 

Then she told me to tank her for the edging which I did even though I didn't feel like it.

Then she told me to write this for my diary and post this before I went to bed. I could skip meditation tonight but still needed to text her before sleep. 

So here it is. 

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