Swirls and Twirls

'I have to resist.'

This single thought has kept her somewhat awake during her edging sessions.

She knew the pleasure she felt for weeks was slowly grinding down her resistance.

She was unable to cum.

She tried it so often, with so many different things but nothing worked.

She used her favorite vibrator directly on her clit.

When that wasnt enough she even stuffed herself with another toy all while her vibrator kept being pressed on her clit.

Feeling the fullness in combination with the vibration nearly instantly spiked her pleasure to new heights.

She could feel the orgasm approaching.

The heat rising, the wetness increasing.

But nothing happened.

The orgasm just didnt come.

Every time she was close to reaching it, she jsut blanked out.

Not long enough for the pleasure to fully subside.

But enough for her approaching orgasm to vanish in the distance again.

Which didnt mean the build up pleasure was released.

It all kept being stored inside her.

She didnt fully grasp what happens as she blanked out.

All she knew was that something was happening right before she would cum.

'I have to resist.'

That was the thought she was clinging on.

It filled her right after she woke up again from being filled and the vibrations flowing into her from her clit.

Almost instantly the lust flooded into her nearly awake consciousness.

Groans of pleasure escaped her mouth.

All she could feel was the pelasure pushing and crashing against what was left of her resistance.

'I have to resist.'

She tried to do that.

She really tried.

Her eyes kept flickering while she used all of what remained of her will to stood up against the growing heat of arousal that flowed into her.

A bit of hope started to build up inside her when she could keep her eyes open even if it was just a few moments longer than before.

Only that this short moment was enough for her to lose a bit of her strengthen will, or what was left of it.

And the pleasure crushed into her, her eyes rolling back from the pleasure and shutting down as she dropped again.

After a few moments whe nthe building orgasm subsided, she opened her eyes again, hazier and fuzzier than before.

With a knowing thought repeating inside her head while her toys kept working on her.

She could curse her curiosity.

She just had to know how it would be.

Since she found that blog about her own cunt being in control, the fantasy turned her on.

She loved all the stories and imagined herself so often in their places.

How it would feel.

How much pleasure it would bring.

And way more edging sessions than she wants to admit she had with them.

But she always skipped the inductions.

A part of her was still afraid if it could actually become true.

But last night, she was drunk and just got too curious.

Since when she started to read them, her curiosity just kept growing.

And now, in this vulnerable state, she just couldnt resist anymore and just read one.

And another.

And another.

Until her complete world only existed of pleasure, obedience, and my words.

As she kept scrolling through stories and inductions, absorbing more as her imagination and fantasies become more vivid and feel more real.

Until at one point she just blacked out from all the pleasure and lust.

When she awoke the next morning the tugging movements from her hand woke her up as it already kept rubbing on her clit.

Only then she recognized the pleasure and wetness.

As every movement of her fingers moving leave a soaking sound of her own wetness that pooled inside her thong.

She has been woken up from the amount of pleasure that already floods inside her from who knows how many edges already.

But now that she was consciously awake, the pleasure wasnt helpful to stay awake.

It stacked on top of her resistance, making it so much harder to grasp a single thought.

Her mind was already releived from questions like how long that is already happening or why it is happening at all.

She could only wonder how much more pleasure she would be able to endure.

As another edge surged through her body and mind, she cursed her own curiosity.

Because as of now, she is getting to know way more intimate how it feels to be controlled by the leaking wet mess between her legs.

And all she could do was moan, as another edge crashes into her, her eyes rolling back and washing these thoughts out of her as well.