We argued about it a lot. “I can’t cum from penetration only!”
“Yes you can,” he’d say while I was in tears.
“Please, please let me cum.”
“Oh sweetie, of course you can cum. You just can’t touch your clit.”
“But I can’t cum like this!!!”
The mind fuck was sometimes more than I could bear. I would cry, and beg, and fuck myself as hard as I could, but nothing would happen, and I’d be more turned on than ever.
It was perfect.
But yesterday, I don’t know what happened. The same mindfuck again, of fucking but not touching my aching, desperate clit. Maybe it was the position. Maybe I was especially horny. Maybe I finally found my g-spot.
“Oh my god. Sir, I think I might actually cum from this.”
“If you go over, what do you do?”
I wanted to cry when he asked that question.
“Ruin it, Sir.”
And I did – amazingly, I did. I slipped over the edge, from only penetration, and I pulled out and ruined it.
“Good girl. You first vaginal orgasm. Ruined. Now do it again.”
“Please Sir, can I touch my clit now”, I begged after three ruins.
“No. You just proved you don’t need your clit anymore.”
I started to argue, but he shushed me.
“Learn to edge well like this, fucktoy. I think it’s all I let you have all week.”
It’s sometimes more than I can bear.
True story. So well told.
I’m so proud.