This story contains lesbian sex, BDSM, bondage, teasing, playful mocking, begging, orgasm denial, and edging.
Both characters are fictional, consenting adults. The first half is mainly from the sub's perspective and the second half is mainly from the Dom's.
I love comments and critique and I tried to take some of that into account while writing this! Ok, enjoy!
Abby sat in her room, preparing to enjoy the privilege that Zoe had granted her. She had spent all day trying to earn a bit of access to her pussy. Finally, Zoe had told her she was allowed to edge herself 3 times. Abby removed her clothes and lay down on her stomach. When she slipped her hand between her thighs, the aching pain was replaced with a delicious tingling heat.
Her fingers gently brushed around her hard little clit and her opening as warm, slippery fluid dripped down her slit. As she increased her pressure, she felt her nipples harden, becoming sensitive too, and the feeling crept towards her toes and up her stomach. She was trying to go slowly, so she could make each edge last, but it was incredibly difficult. Every cell in her body was begging her to let it release the orgasm it had been denied through so much teasing. She bit her lip hard, trying to control herself.
She began to move her hips and thighs against her fingers. It was harder to control her hips than her hand. She kept going, desperately, until she was on the brink, about to explode. She stopped everything and groaned softly as felt herself hanging right between an incredible orgasm and more denial. She did not even dare to move her hand away, worrying that it would tip her over.
After a couple of shaking breaths, she removed her hand and waited a minute for her body to calm down. Then she repeated. The moment she returned her hand to her clit, she was rewarded with a moment of relief and sighed happily, before she had to focus on not coming. After the third edge, she lay in bed with her legs apart waiting for the feeling in her pussy to fade.
The longer she lay there though, the more intense the aching became. Before she started the edges, it had been dull and throbbing. Now it was almost unbearable. She tried to think about other, non-sexual things--math problems, her favorite TV show--but clit was too hard and full to be comfortable and she couldn't take her mind off it. She whimpered with need as the feeling refused to lesson. Her body started to squirm against the mattress and she felt it rub against her clit just slightly. She focused everything she had on staying still, but eventually, she couldn't take it anymore.
She glanced at the door as she felt her hand moving down to touch her clit again, gently and slowly. It immediately calmed down, the ache giving way to sweet, warm pleasure. Keeping one finger circling her clit, she slipped her other inside and felt the muscles in her pussy clench and squeeze it immediately, as if her body was jumping at the chance to feel something inside. Without being allowed to come though, it was only a momentary solution. So, Abby repeated it again and again, 4 more times, before she finally jumped out of bed to keep from touching herself anymore. Her body was shaking so hard from need and pleasure that her legs buckled underneath her for a moment.
Leaning against the bed, she put her clothes on and thought about what to do. She had been allowed 3 edges, and she had done 7. She had to tell Zoe, and Zoe was going to punish her. She wasn't sure what this would entail. Zoe had no interest in physically hurting Abby. On principle, she had told Abby that she would never hit another woman, even with enthusiastic consent. That didn't mean she was lenient as a dom. She jumped at every chance to remind Abby that when it came to sex, she was in charge and was not to be disobeyed, and Abby loved to be treated that way: being made to feel so desperate and powerless while also being cherished and safe.
Abby put on her underwear and stumbled into the living room. Just feeling the cloth come in contact with her clit made her hips start to move up and down. She admitted to Zoe what she did, and felt herself flush with excitement and anticipation as she explained that her clit had been unbearably swollen and she couldn't help herself. Describing what had happened to Zoe only made her wetter and more desperate.
"How does your clit feel now?" Zoe asked, putting her hands around Abby's waist and pulling her onto the couch beside her.
"Sensitive. I need to touch it again, I need anything." Abby whimpered.
"If you're so desperate for more edging that you can't help yourself, I know how to fix that," Zoe said.
She led Abby back to the bedroom, reminded her of her safe word, and removed her underwear before tying her with her legs apart and her hands over her head. As she secured the ropes, Zoe dragged her fingertips gently up Abby's legs and stomach, carefully avoiding her pussy. Being physically unable to touch herself combined with Zoe's soft touches on her skin made Abby's clit pulse and ache relentlessly.
"Since you edged more than you were allowed, your punishment will be more edging than you can handle. I'll stop when I think you've learned your lesson, and when I feel like it. If you come, I'm going to ruin it and we'll do this again every day for the next week, but you won't get to orgasm once. If you stop having fun, use your safeword as always." Zoe told her.
Abby felt herself drip as she watched Zoe strip off her clothes. She pulled her tank top off over her spiky hair to reveal her soft, uncovered tits. She turned around to give Abby a good view of her round ass and strong thighs as she took off her pants, leaving her just in her boxers. Then, finally, she returned to the bed and lowered her mouth down to Abby's pussy. Abby needed it now. She felt Zoe's hot breath against her folds and bucked her hips without meaning to.
Zoe chuckled at her desperation and wrapped her arms around the tops of Abby's thighs. She held them firmly in place against the bed so that Abby's hips and thighs were trapped in place and helpless against whatever Zoe would do. Abby's clit was so swollen that it was already out from under its hood.
