Edging Elise

I love teasing. Turning someone inside out, taking them right to the brink, making them beg for the next inch and then holding it back. That’s what I was dishing out all week in Canada, until Dart_Tech and J flipped the script. They had me on Max Cita’s Segufix bed, latex glued to my skin, ballet boots locked on my feet. Dart_Tech pushed a thick Stanley Jr. electro plug into my cunt while J watched, already smiling. The current started low, then climbed, and the two of them forced quick, hard orgasms out of me before the real game began. After that, the Hitachi became a weapon. Dart_Tech would press it hard, circle, grind, let the pleasure swell until I was arching, then rip it away the second I started to tip. Again. And again. My hips jerked against the straps, useless. By the tenth denial I was apologizing for every tease I’d handed out that week, promising anything, begging to be allowed to come. They just laughed and did it again. First time I’d ever been edged for real. I was dripping, shaking, raw. It was brutal, filthy, and I loved every second.