It had been so long since Master had let her cum, she was now laying on his bed, bound, and waiting. Her wrists were firmly attached to the posts of the bed. There was not enough slack to allow her to touch herself at all. Her legs were bound, bent at the knees and spread. She was on full display for him and a blindfold kept her from seeing what was going on in the room. Previously, she had proven she was capable of going one week without an orgasm. She was edged every day for at least thirty minutes. But on at least one occasion she edged to the very precipice for three hours until she was a soaking wreck. Towards the end she could barely think, her thoughts were completely scrambled, she could not barely speak clearly, it was like she was in a completely drunken stupor and that had been only one week. That week ended in an earthquake orgasm that left her crying out and shaking uncontrollably...it had been worth the wait. Master was proud, but then he said those words, “Good girl. I think you can probably go two weeks.” Those words seemed to echo. Master was serious. After her tremors ended from her orgasm, he told her, “I hope you enjoyed that, it's the last orgasm you will have for two weeks and longer if you disobey me!” She whined as he placed his cock at her lips. Dutifully, she took him in her mouth like the totally obedient sub she was. She sucked and licked and took Master’s cock as she had been trained until he finally covered her in his cum and like the obedient, she was, she rubbed it in, luxuriating in the feel of Master's seed covering her breasts. For the next thirteen days she had been tortured. She was not permitted to touch herself at all without Master's knowledge and approval. On day one, Little Girl had forgotten to have her toys properly charged so that she could edge under her Master's direction, but he was not concerned and continued their delicious play for about an hour. She came close to orgasm four times but managed to herself from tipping over the precipice. It was only after their play session that first day that he told her she was to be punished for her transgression of not properly charging her toys. She was instructed to place a single drop of the peppermint oil on her sensitive clit, after playing for the hour. She was then left to writhe and moan as Master would not permit her to touch or rub. She was forced to reapply it halfway through. Only after fifteen minutes was, she permitted to touch herself and give herself some relief as he relished her moans and cries. On her third day, she begged to cum... just three days in. He did not take kindly to this. She was told to stop touching immediately. She obeyed. She always obeyed. Then she was told to get the crop out from the drawer. Nervously, she complied. “Five sharp smacks to your clit...is that clear?” he barked. “Yes Master,” she replied softly. The sharp pain gave way to pleasure, by the fifth smack she was afraid she would cum, she held off. “Now do it again and remember you should only beg when you mean it,” he said menacingly. “Oh, fuck Master, it hurts and feels so good,” she moaned and whined...he smiled. At the end of the session, she was left panting and shaking, wanting desperately for relief that her Master was unwilling to give her. Several days went by and she continued to be edged, she used toys on her clit and inside her as Master instructed. On day 8, now the longest she had ever gone without an orgasm, she was given an instruction by Master. “Today, after your shower, you are to insert a butt plug, you will not remove it until instructed to do so by me.” She gasped; this would mean she would have to wear her butt plug throughout the day. She selected a dress and a pair of panties. She almost never wore panties with a dress, but she was concerned about what would be inside her. She did not want it to fall out, though she knew because of its design that would not happen. With a little lubrication and her leg up on the table, she inserted the plug inside herself. She moaned loudly as it pushed past her tight bottom hole. Every step and bump in the car that day reminded her of Master's control, she loved the feeling. When she got home that day, Master was waiting for her. “How did it feel?” he asked. “So full Master, so full, I have been dripping all day.” He lifted the dress over her head and took off her bra, he pushed her to the bed, face down then he turned on the vibrations. The butt plug which had been dormant in her tight arse came to life, she could feel the vibrations to her core. Master reached under her and played with her clit. This was the first time in the two weeks that Master had been the one to edge her. Without her own hand controlling the touching she was worried she would tip over the edge. Master pushed one, then two fingers inside her wet hole. “You really are very wet.” “Yes, Master!” she said breathlessly. With his fingers inside her he began playing with her clit with his thumb, the feeling was overwhelming as her whole body shook. “Please...Master...Please...” her pleading became almost incomprehensible, “If... don't... stop... going to cum,” she panted. With that, Master turned off the vibrator as she continued to moan into the bed. “Master wants to fuck your breasts.” “Yes, Master,” she responded. Master smiled and turned her over. He straddled her chest and placed his cock between her large soft breast. Like a good girl, she pushed them together and he began to stroke. He grabbed the lube that was on the bedside table and coated himself with it as he stroked again and began to moan. “Oh fuck, that feels so good, Master is going to cum.” “Yes, Master, please, please cover my tits, Master.” She said, enthusiastically, with that, he pushed over the top and ropes of cum erupted from his twitching cock all over her tits. “Good girl” he said, and moved away from her, “you can shower and go to sleep now,” he instructed, she nodded as she ached for more. Day twelve was hard, she had no responsibilities and Master, though he was at work, was determined to make her edge all day. The first rule of the day was that she was not to wear clothing at all from the time she woke up until the time she went to bed...nothing. The second rule was that whenever Master requested, she was to edge herself for at least thirty minutes, coming as close to orgasm as possible. It started at 6:30 a.m. she was awakened to the sound of her phone alert. The text simply said, “fuck yourself...hard!” She took out her glass dildo and put it inside her, slowly as her eyes opened from sleep, she slid it in and out. It was about ten minutes before she saw the other text. “Now put the wand on your clit...leave it on there until you cannot hold back any longer. It must be on 'high'“ When the pulses started, she bucked involuntarily. The dildo still pushing inside her, she moaned as she fought back the sensation. She how to push herself as far as possible. The timer got to 22 minutes; she was soaking. 24 minutes...her body began shaking but she persevered. 28 minutes...she was on the edge...screaming inside and for two delicious torturous minutes she rode that crest before turning the wand off...she was completely exhausted. At lunch time she was instructed to use the wand again, but this time attached by her belt so that it could stay steady and pushed tight up against her clit. She had the house to herself and was audibly moaning within 5 minutes. She was scared she would cum without permission. She almost sent a text to her Master to ask if she could cum, but she knew that would prolong her torture and after fifteen minutes she had to turn it off. Finally, Master returned home. He had instructed her to be in the bedroom on all fours, with no clothing on, she was ordered not to look back at Master. Master entered the room and saw her just as he had commanded. Her cunt lips red... open and dripping. Without a word he disrobed and got on the bed behind her. She felt the pressure first and then realised he was sliding himself inside her. She let out a guttural moan. “Oh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk Master!” was all she could say. “You are not to cum no matter what.” Again, she moaned in pleasure and uncertainty. Slowly, Master began to fuck her. He pushed all the way in and let his cock feel her depths. Then he pulled out until the head of his dick spread her lips and without warning he slammed back into her. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck” she screamed. She could almost see stars as he took control of her and began fucking her. She knew she was not allowed to cum, and at this point she knew Master was going to, the only question was whether she could outlast him. As he fucked her mercilessly, she felt his hand crash down on her arse cheek. She had done nothing wrong; this was simply Master enjoying himself. He loved to mix pain with her pleasure...he knew she loved it. “Ooooooh thank you, Master!” she said lustfully. She began to shake She was fighting. He could feel her body fighting off tremors of orgasm. She also knew that she could not tell him to stop just to avoid orgasm, this wasn't like when she played with her toys. His breathing quickened and his body went rigid. “I am going to cum!” he said panting. “In me, please, in me, Master! fill my belly Master, I need Master's cum!” With that he was pushed over the top and filled her cunt with his cum until finally he came out of her, she had survived. And then it was day 14. She had looked forward to this day. But now that she was about to be permitted to cum, she almost wanted it to last longer. He had bound her to the bed, her wrists in cuffs, her legs tied and spread wide, so she was on display for him and... blindfolded. “You can cum today but only after I give permission,” he said with a smile in his voice. That wasn't the agreement! She was to be able to cum today no matter what. She almost protested out loud but decided against it. With her legs spread she felt his hot breath on her thighs. Then there was a soft kiss, just inside her thigh and inches from her waiting cunt. Then she felt his tongue. Master licked just outside of her lips, stopping to kiss her every once in a while, but never making contact with her cunt as she so desperately needed. “Master!” was all she said. He licked just below her opening, where her wetness had collected, he loved how she tasted. Then his tongue began to flutter around her perfect lips. “Oh, Master, thank you!” she squealed. She wasn't yet allowed to cum but this contact on her cunt was something she desperately needed. Then she felt his tongue push inside her. Her tight wet hole finally getting the attention it needed. Even with her blindfold on she saw colours. “Do you want Master to lick your clit?” he asked. “Oh god yes...please, yes please Master, please!” She begged. His tongue found her protruding clit and she moaned. He only teased her for a minute because he did not want her to cum without his cock inside her, when he stopped, she cried out. “No, Master, no, don't stop, please!” It was more than just a whine...she was begging, she was desperate, she could not put a thought together. She could feel his weight leave the bed. Nothing. Five minutes. Nothing. She was moaning, calling out to him. Nothing. Ten minutes. Dripping. Then she felt something on her clit and before she could react the wand was turned on high. “Oh, my fuckkkkkkkkkkkkking god!” she screamed, instantly she was on the edge with the wand pushed against her most sensitive part. “Oh Master!” she screamed. “Don't you dare cum!” as all he said as he pushed the wand against her clit relentlessly. “Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk I... ca...I... can’t Master.” was her incomprehensible babble. “I can't stop I am going...” and then the wand went silent. She had never been so close to orgasm only to be denied. Her fists were tight balls as she fought off the pleasure. Her cunt just leaking as she lay there helpless. Then she felt his weight again, she dared not speak out. Then his cock pushed against her...slowly it filled her...she moaned her pleasure. In and out, he pushed. She could hear her wetness squelching as he fucked her. He held her shoulders down so she could not move. Then the light hit her face, he removed her blindfold. She was staring into his eyes. She was crazed. She could not focus or think. The pleasure was overwhelming her. He put his hand on her throat, giving a firm squeeze. “Cum for me...NOW!” The tidal wave of pleasure hit her. She could only see shapes as the orgasm smashed her body. He could feel her cunt tighten around him and with that he let go as well, filling her. “Good...good girl...what a perfect girl.” he whispered into her ear. As he recovered, he undid her restraints so he could hold her. “Thank you Master,” she said to him, “thank you for my wonderful orgasm. He kissed her deeply, got off the bed, dressed and left.