Elaine's Moment, Pt. 7 Edging

What little noise the vibrator made was lost to the sound of Elaine's fervent moaning. She tried to stifle it, but nobody believed that she could.

"Faster," Ed cooed from the couch. He was tucked up into the corner, his cock in his left hand as he stroked it gently. In his right hand was his phone. The TV was on, but nobody was watching.

Elaine did as she was told, rapidly moving her right hand across her clit. Her left hand, as instructed, was holding her cunt open - exposing the clit to her gentle but rapid rubbing. The sensation was overwhelming.

Ed moved his fingers on the phone, sending a pulse of vibration through the egg lodged in Elaine's cunt.

"Ohhhhh..." she muttered, arching her back. Clenching her thighs.

"Don't cum, slut," Ed said calmly. "No cumming." He stopped the vibrator as Elaine kept edging.

Her record for resisting an orgasm was "ten forevers" in her mind. Nobody actually timed it, but she knew that she had gone at least an hour, once, based on the TV show coming and going.

The wave of orgasm was Right There as she shook her right hand right and left, right and left. Fast and faster she rubbed across her clit, naked and kneeling on the dog bed in front of her Master.

"Oh please..." she said oh so quietly... "Please.... I have to cum so badly..."

"Stop," Ed said. "Hands on thighs."

Elaine did as she was told, and Ed immediately resumed the vibrator. Heavier this time.

She trembled.

Ed got up and went to the kitchen, clearly visible from the living room in their open-plan house. He opened the freezer, taking out the third ice tray of frozen cum and then walked back to the living room.

"Rub steady," he commanded and Elaine complied. "Play with it. Pinch it through your fingers."

Elaine's sodden clit squirted through her fingers, sending pulses of near-orgasm through her, while the vibrator continued its ruthless stimulation.

"No cumming," Ed said for the ninetieth time, reminding his slut of how things worked. To cum meant punishment... which, sometimes, wasn't a bad thing.

After two or three days of edging, Elaine would sometimes allow herself the orgasm, looking forward to the pain. The pain of sex torture. The pain of masochism.

It wasn't always a bad thing.

These were her thoughts when Ed's now hard dick came to her mouth. She didn't have to be told to take it. It was her place. It was normal. Ed's dick was in her mouth many times, most days, and she welcomed it. She worshipped it.

Her head moved back and forward, even as Ed rocked in and out. She knew that the ice tray meant that he would cum, and in less than three minutes he had his dick out of her mouth, aimed at the next open cube-slot in the tray. He jerked slowly, keeping his cum from spurting.

It mushroomed from his dick, controlled and filling the slot.

"One more and that will make three trays," he said. "Thirty-six cum cubes, slut."

Elaine looked at the tray, still rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. Ed had left pre-cum on her tongue and she tried to ignore it. The vibration in her cunt was relentless. The cock in her mouth, dripping pre-cum. Her rubbing.... rubbing.... rubbing...

She felt the orgasm wash over her, her back arching, her hips thrusting forward. Her voice roared in the "petit mort," even as she apologized. Her gasping apology, as she swam in the miasma of orgasm, sure of her infraction.

Ed stood there, his dick going limp, laughing. "You are *such* a cumslut," he chuckled. "Here, clean this," he said nonchalantly as he stuck his dick back in her mouth. She licked and sucked it whorishly, her hands still moving on her post-orgasm clit.

He withdrew his dick from her mouth and began walking back to the kitchen. "This will make a good gokkun," he said, not yet acknowledging her infraction as he bent over and slid the tray back into the freezer.

He straightened up and turned to her, calling from the kitchen, "Now cum again, slut," he smiled. "Right now."

Elaine was multi orgasmic, normally, and the second orgasm was not hard to achieve. Once again she arched her back, held her head back while she screamed once again as the waves washed over her.

She began to sweat.

"Again," Ed said in less than a minute. "Cum again, if you know what's good for you."

By the sixth one there was nothing left. Even the fifth was faked, and they both knew it. The cumslut was out of libido, and that was rarely a good thing.

"You wanted a taste of torture?" he smiled. "You thought that it might be worth it?"

He stood her now limp body up and walked her to the spare bedroom that he had outfitted with a massage table... only it wasn't normally a massage table.

Elaine didn't have to be told where to sit. She knew the routine and she sobbed a bit. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I can't help it," she paused. "You know I need to cum..."

"Yes I do," Ed said as he fastened her hands to the restraints. "Yes. I do." He opened her legs and restrained them as well. Her cunt was beautiful. Clean-shaven, of course, with inner lips that had already begun stretching.

The pink vibrator pigtail wrapped towards her ass. He grabbed it and pulled it out of her, still vibrating. Using his phone he turned it off, put it on its charger, and came back to the table.

He removed the center board from between her opened legs, making the exposure complete.

"You've been worse," he said, "so I think clover clamps and not alligators."

"Thank you," Elaine half-sobbed, knowing what came next. "I'm sorry..." she repeated but Ed ignored it. The clamps were put on her still wet inner lips without ceremony, and Elaine moaned. The chain between them dangled in the open space where the table was opened.

"I think a pound, for now," he said, hooking the weight to the chain and letting it go without much sensitivity. It jerked on Elaine and she yelped. Ed grabbed each clamp and ensured that the bite was firm, eliciting more yelps from Elaine.

Her cunt lips stretched under the weight, and she did what she could to not move.

"I'll see you when I see you," Ed said, walking out the door and closing it behind him.

She sensed the camera come alive and knew that he was watching. Zooming into her cunt. Watching her stay so still.

He returned to move the clamps. "Too long in one spot is no good," he'd say, pinching the jaws open and sending a shot of white-heat through her.

"Thank you, Sir..." she pleaded, but not for long, as Ed simply moved them to another location.

At the third change, she was a sobbing mess, pleading for forgiveness even as the weight grew to 2.5 pounds. Her orgasms were a distant memory, replaced with the white pain of her lips being pulled from her cunt.

"Oh please.... Oh please..." she muttered to the empty room, knowing that the camera kept recording her.

Ed's second orgasm was less than the first, of course, and it took him longer even though nothing stimulated him more than seeing Elaine tortured. As he stood by the head of the table, his dick in her mouth, he reached over to her clit - exposed above her agonized lips.

His rubbing of it, rapid and hard, served only to disturb the weights - she screamed around his dick, muffled... which was enough to send him over the top.

"Eat it," he whispered, as he bent over her now sweaty body. "Eat it all, my good slut..."

Only after he recovered from the orgasm did he remove the weights, with a final jolt of agony. He inspected his work. The white spots where the clamps had bitten. The reddened lips, stretched but returning.

"You'll get there," he said. "We'll get these drooping like Sklavin Kirsten if it takes all year..." he smiled.

"And then?" he paused, "We'll decorate it with lovely jewelry."

Elaine knew what "jewelry" was and she shuddered.