My devoted jerk junkie has been on the edge for seven relentless days, consuming a minimum of 50 clips daily with only a brief respite. I can sense the mounting pressure in his swollen balls, his desperation for release growing by the hour. But nothing compares to the euphoria of prolonged edging—he’s addicted to the exquisite torment I inflict. Financial constraints and prolonged teasing are inconsequential; I dictate the rules. This helpless edging toy, obediently responding with “Yes, Goddess” to every command, has earned his custom clip. However, release won’t come as easily as he anticipates.
