Today was my 28th day as her full-time live in sex toy.
I only knew the exact number because she found creative ways of using that number to tease or torture me.
Today, she had instructed that I was to edge 28 times over the course of today between my chores, all of which needed to be done before her and her husband returned from work.
She promised that she had a big surprise in store for me when they got back, but I would only earn it if I had completed all of my edgings. They both worked 8 hour shifts and I had a daily list of chores as well as a grooming schedule that I was expected to get done before they arrived home.
The list was extensive, from laundry to dishes, ironing to vacuuming, I did whatever was asked of me each day before they left. Once their house chores were done, I would next be responsible for grooming and maintaining my body and mind so that it would remain appealing and useful to her once she got home.
This included one to two workout sessions per day to stay in shape, which were hinted to be incredibly valuable as my time serving her went on. I was also expected to shave off any hair on my body below my neck.
Most days I would fill the entire 8 hours with my daily tasks so fitting time in to edge 28 times was going to be a real challenge.
For my grooming alone, I would take my time looking over myself in the mirror trying to find any hair I might have missed, knowing that if she found it after coming home she would not be happy. I would then eat a modest meal to keep up my energy and later flush out my ass with an enema in case she wanted access to it later.
This process was both exhaustive and blissful, but most relevant to my situation today, it was also time consuming.
Lies were not an option, as security cameras followed me in every room of the house, including the bathrooms, so she could see what I was doing remotely from her smart phone while at work, at any time, and without me ever knowing when or if she was watching.
Her surprises always made me desperate to please and earn them. She knew this and seemed to always deploy them as a motivational tool to push me further into my submission to her. During my first week of service, she had challenged me to shine her entire boot collection spotless using only my tongue. When I completed the task, after washing out my mouth with soap and water, she surprised me by letting me lick her asshole for the first time.
On day 8, after completing her challenge of taking her eight inch strap-on in my ass all the way to the hilt I was surprised with a large, jeweled butt plug to wear around the house to continue stretching me out to take even more up my ass as time went on. Then last week I was surprised with a pretty pink cock cage to be locked in while she was away after I successfully swallowed every drop of cum that she milked out of me over the course of that week.
Every task of hers either messes with my mind or stretches my limits for her pleasure. To accomplish this task, it seemed prudent to devise a plan of attack for the day to make sure and complete all of my edgings. I knew missing a single one was not an option, I wanted to earn whatever surprise she had in store for me.
I worked out the math in my head, and after accounting for the morning and afternoon commute I would have to edge once every 20 minutes from the time they left to the time they returned. I was grateful that she unlocked the cock cage before she left this morning as to make it easier to reach the edge of cumming using my hands.
She whispered a threat of leaving it on for the next year straight if I dared cum today while she was gone. As soon as the door closed and locked behind her I reached down and began stroking my cock. I though about the first time I got to taste her asshole and got hard almost instantly. I had been locked away for the better part of a week so getting it up was easy, almost too easy. I realized I needed to be very careful as to not accidentally cum right then and there, or I would not only lose out on her surprise, but access to getting hard for a year!
I slowed my stroking down, lessening my grip, taking care not to push myself too far too fast. I felt the surge of sensitivity begin to well up, coursing down my shaft to pressurize my balls. I let go in that moment, and watched nervously as the minor bobbing and bouncing of my engorged member thumped to the pace of my heartbeat, dribbled a few clear drops of precum from the tip, before starting to wilt and lower at the lack of stimulation.
Swabbing the precum on my finger tip I brought it to my mouth and licked it off as she had instructed me never to waste it.
Feeling proud of my successful edge, I began my list of chores, savoring the salty flavor in my mouth as I worked. I continued on like this for the rest of the eight hours, vacuuming the whole house, then edging. Washing the dishes followed with another round of edging. Each time I began to touch myself I seemed to get harder a little faster, reaching the edge a little quicker, than the time before. Each time I let go before I could finish, I felt a deeper level of desire wash over me. After 10 edges I wanted desperately just to release, to feel that sense of pleasure flow through me. After 15 edges I just wanted to let the cum out since my balls felt full and ached each time I teased them into thinking they could shoot it out of me, only to prevent that explosion and force myself to go back to work.
Something changed inside of me when I got to 25 edges. I no longer thought of myself.
My wants, my needs, none of them mattered anymore. The only thing that matter was that I was getting close, or rather, she was getting close. Edge 26 meant that she was only an hour away. What did she have in store? Edge 27 meant she was about to clock out.
God, I can't wait till she walks through that door. I want to make her so proud.
Edge 28, one denial for every day I had been in service to her. It wouldn't be long now, and I had done it. I felt like a good toy. A few minutes passed and then I heard the sound of the door being unlocked.
I got so excited I could've screamed but knew that I would be expected in the living room, presented in a pleasing manner, and that I was expected to be silent. I quickly got into my position I always assumed right before she arrived home, on my knees, hands clasped behind my back, eyes staring down at the floor.
I could hear the sound of her shined boots making contact with the hardwood floor as she walked into the home I had spent all day taking care of. When she reached the living room she walked right in front of me and stopped for a moment. I knew better than to look up or say a word, despite being desperate to look her in the eyes and tell her how obedient I had been today.
