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She feels the embarrassment every time she wakes up from an edging session.

Slowly piecing together how she has edged for the last hours.

As her gaze drifts over all the wet spots she sees from her spot.

Seeing all of it fuels the fire of embarrassment.

And yet, the heat turns from embarrassment to arousal.

As her cunt suddenly gushes more liquid pleasure out of her, a moan escapes her trembling lips.

It doesnt help that just in that moment the pure and deep smell hits her nostrils.

It is so strong she can basically taste her own arousal in the air.

But that only fuels her lust more.

That is when she notices the leash she is wearing on a collar.

With the leash ending between her legs.

A clear sign who holds it.

She didnt even have time to process that thought, what it really means.

The sudden wave of arousal, pleasure and lust turns her suggestible brain into a tsunami of pleasure in seconds again.

She falls over onto her sofa again, legs spread and her fingers already rubbing again.

Out of the corner of her mind she notices her phone she is setting up.

Another recording of herself edging.

By now she has already quite a few.

And each one mark a new step.

On one hand she feels the helpslessness in the situation as her fingers start to thrust into her.

On the other hand she just cannot get enough of the pleasure.

Deep down she cant wait to see this video and edge to her own corruption.

She never imagined her first meeting like that.

Sure, she did edge a lot, read every story and listened to so many files that her mind was used to being tranced.

Or better, the combination between pleasure and sinking became second nature to her.

Conditioning herself to certain events and scenarios.

To certain voices and triggers.

Only that she couldnt consciously remember them.

They all sank into her mind in one or the other edging session where she just kept edging and her memories are a blur.

But being so vulnerable like that?

It should have scared her.

A small and quiet voice in her mind was screaming at her to stop, to leave.

As if that was an option.

She knew that.

The voice in her mind knew that, begging her to take that step.

But it was drowned out by his voice and the pleasure that rapidly building up inside her body.

Just being with him made her more aroused than ever before.

Just like that, when he gave her an order, she obeyed.

Just like she conditioned and bainwashd herself to do it.

"Oh fuck, is that what happened?"

It was the last thought of her fantasy that she moaned out loudly while she rode the edge.

Another lustfilled imaginery she thought about using it to fuel her own desire and lust.

Yet, it was all fantasy, nothing was true.

Or maybe one fantasy she imagined might be the truth, resurfacing from her subconscious mind without her knowing.

Either way, even that turned her on so much.

The not knowing what really happened.

The last thing she remembers was knocking at the door of the hotel room and meeting her Master for the first time. Only that with him was another woman.

She said something and she just blanked out.

Her next memory is saying good-bye to them, being all friendly, and yet, ehr whole body felt sore, but especially between her legs and her mouth.

She has no idea why or what happened.

For some reason it didnt bother her too.

It only turned her on.

Imagining what might have happened.

This time she thought about the other woman.

Servicing her Master together, already completely deep in trance.

Until she got a command from her, and she couldnt help herself but started to bounce her tits in front of him.

Of course she had no idea why she would do that or for how long.

But she imagined the other woman hypnotizing him with her tits, only to make them both fuck in different positions and ways for her entertainment.

Until they both serviced her how she wanted.

When all was done, she was left with instructions and triggers she cant remember, only to be awoken right before she left.

"Fuck, maybe this happened?"

She moaned out her last thought again, as another edge rushes through her.

As her imagination is starting to run wild.