Psychdom

Poor thing. She was so excited when I arrived home earlier.

As always I found her waiting naked on the floor. She bounced up to let me kiss her and inspect her wetness. Proudly, smiling, she pushed her sex forward, hands behind her butt. She was even more slippery than usual. She'd been edging extra for me, to make me happy. Such a good girl.

I gave her a long deep kiss. She melted into me.

Today was the day. She remembered. She had been counting down since we started, 365 days ago.

A year ago I had been ready to take our relationship to the next level. She had been stressed out, looking for work for as long as we had dated. For the first half of our dinner date that night she vented about how fake it made her feel. Taking action. Being assertive. Pretending to want things she actually dreaded. Having a job was fine, searching for one was soul draining. Later that night I offered her an alternative.

"I want to own you," I told her as I fingered her beneath her panties. We had just arrived at my place. No time to take off our clothes. She only gave a moan of pleasure as response. "All of you, all the time."

"Tell me more," she breathed into my ear.

"You'll promise me you'll never say no to me. Whatever I ask of you. Never. Does that sound good?"

"Yes, please!"

"Address me with respect."

"Yes, Sir!" Her body rocking into my hand. "I'm close!"

"Wait. Not yet." We still had things to discuss. "Come here," I led her to my living room. As I undressed her I continued: 

"You'll promise to never say no to me, to always obey me, and I'll promise to always decide based on what is best for you. Kneel."

She kneeled naked on the floor in front of me. Her short summer dress and lace panties in a mess beside her. I was still fully dressed. She breathed heavily, her mind in a haze of arousal. She looked up at me.

"What happens if I say no?"

"Do you want me to show you what it looks like?"

"Please, Sir."

"Let us try it, so you understand what you're agreeing to. Bow down your head and spread your cheeks for me."

"um.. 'no,'" she tried and shook her head. Tiny shakes.

I quickly slapped her face and grabbed her throat. I pushed her hard onto the floor, looking straight into her eyes. 

"You don't say no to me!"

I meant it. She felt that.

While still holding onto her I slapped her face again and again. Pinching her nipples hard as I tightened my grip on her throat.

"Apologize!"

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!"

"More!" I pulled her up and put her over my knee as I turned her ass red. Her repetitive apologies continued. When I was done she dived onto the floor and spread her freshly punished cheeks for me. Her wet slit betrayed her inclinations; she was made for this. I walked around her so that her head was right at my feet. She held position. Good girl.

"So that's how it would work," I explained. "If you ever say no to me or disobey me I'll punish you and make you apologize, just like I did now. Would you like that?"

She nodded into the floor. "Yes, Sir."

"Look up at me." I could see the tears in the corner of her eyes. Flushed cheeks. "Then promise me."

"I promise I will never say no to you, Sir."

"And I promise I will only ever decide what is best for you."

We kissed. We fucked. We both came. For her it was the last time.

I decided that looking for work was stressing her out, making her miserable. She would be much more happy moving in with me and devoting her full time to being my submissive. We had no problems affording it with my income. The relief made her glow.

She never did truly disobey me, but I still found opportunities to punish her regularly. She could always improve. She appreciated it. The pain and humiliation kept the terms of her promise present in her mind.

What she found harder to appreciate was the orgasm denial. She had a high sex-drive to begin with. Before this she was used to coming every single day. The evening after our promise I spent hours teasing her in bed. The act of saying no to her pleas had taken on a new significance now that she was never able to say it to me. I let her arousal rise to the edge of orgasm again and again as we talked about our future life together. I had to fuck her slowly to not accidentally let her slip over the point of no return.

When it was time for sleep she was humping my leg desperately.

"Sir, please. My pussy is burning up! I feel like I'm going crazy," she complained.

"Oh, poor baby. This feeling you have right now is nothing. We've barely started. I am going to make it so much worse. This desperate ache you feel in your poor denied pussy is going to grow and grow as we keep teasing and denying it. I'm going to make you feel like this every waking hour of the day. Always dripping. Always needy and horny for me. Do you understand?"

She burrowed her head in my chest. "I understand, Sir."

I let silence fill the room before she mustered the courage to ask the obvious question.

"But, when will I get to come?"

"When you've been mine like this for a full year, then we will see. If you've been good, we'll see."

I gave her poor pussy a couple of comforting pats and soon fell into a deep satisfied sleep as I held her.

The following week I was fully devoted to intensifying her torment. Taking time off work was no problem since I owned the company. This work was more important. The first thing I did in the morning was to toy with her. Long passionate mornings to get her ready for the day. During the days we'd take trips. Nice lunches. Museums. Walks by the ocean. We'd sneak away for a quick fuck or a hard edge. Every night I'd end it by teasing her sensitive clit until I saw she couldn't take anymore. I'd tie her up and use toys, or my fingers, or my mouth. She'd scream from the intensity. I've never heard anyone beg like her.

"Are you sure this is what is best for me, Sir?" she pleaded one evening.

"Of course dear. I promised, didn't I? I only ever decide what is best for you."

"But I'm so horny! It's so hard, Sir!"

"You're supposed to be. Horny and needy and subby. That's your happy place. You'll learn in time."

In time my work had to return. Keeping my promise, I decided what was best for her: Her life now revolved around taking care of household chores, serving me sexually, and of deepening that terrible ache between her legs.

I introduced a strict edging schedule. Any deviations were painfully punished. I would watch her on the surveillance cameras while I was at work, alternating between chores, edging, and doing whatever she wanted. She was never allowed to wear clothes without permission and each outfit had to be approved if she had to go out.

Her edging schedule increased gradually so that her body could handle it. When she got to an hourly schedule there was no need to increase it further. As promised, she was always aching and horny now. That was what was best for her.

I was devoted too. Regularly inspecting her wetness, criticising, praising, punishing, making her better. Most of all I would spend every night using her, teasing her until she couldn't stand it. Training her. Improving her. Conditioning her body to respond to my dominance.

I would always come, of course. Her mouth. Her ass. But most of all I loved coming inside her poor denied pussy.

"Itâ's so unfair," she complained one evening.

"That's life," I taught her. Softly I let my fingers trace across her chest, moving down over her stomach, and further down. "Now tell me how it feels in your body when it is unfair?"

"In my stomach, and in my pussy. Like a tightening. It makes the ache even worse, Sir."

"That's good. Everything that makes the ache worse is good. It feels amazing to come inside you, knowing just how much you crave it. Knowing how many times you've been denied it. It gives me deep satisfaction, every day. A warm relief in my whole body."

"Please," she squirmed. A weak defeated plea escaping her.

"You will learn in time, my good girl. You will come to understand."

Now, you may think that this level of frustration would turn a girl bratty. And sure, that did happen from time to time. Mornings were the most high-risk moments. She was naturally horny in the mornings and had loved our morning sessions before, when she was allowed to come. She still liked it, but it also meant the reintroduction of whatever arousal had subsided when she slept. I would wake her up by circling her clit. Tired she'd mumble something that sounded dangerously close to a "no", but a hand around her throat would fix her attitude. No words required.

Whatever brattiness the frustration brought was far outweighed by how her submissive mindset deepened from the constant horniness. She was so enthusiastic to serve! It is natural for women to submit when they are aroused. If you make them needy and denied all the time, that natural submission burrows deeper and deeper into their personality; until it is their whole being.

About five months in something shifted. She still begged. She still cried out loudly when I'd stop right before those waves of pleasure would have hit. But she also became proud of her wetness. Proud of how far she'd come.

Edging was a fully natural part of her day now. She'd thoughtlessly do it even more than she had to. Reading erotica, watching porn, some days without breaks. I'd come home to a sweaty mess. An animal in constant heat. Still submissive, obedient, a perfect domestic servant, sure, but also wild. My edgeslut.

I began to introduce regular pain after the edges. I'd slap her desperate sex with a strict hand whenever I told her "no". Some days I placed a clothespin on her clit when she was done, and sent her away to do chores.

She welcomed the pain. It made it feel even more unfair. She was getting it. Good girl.

But she was still counting down.

And so we come back to today. The anniversary.

"My perfect dripping girl," I cooed as our kiss ended. She was already panting, flushing. "Bend over so I can see it."

I explored her pathetic wet slit with my fingers. Spreading her lips. Prodding her hole. She didn't say anything. She only breathed. Passion and excitement in her lungs. That part of her stomach, where the unfairness would claw, was a ball of anticipation. I embraced and kissed her again. Stars in her eyes.

Still not saying anything. Her feelings were too big to speak.

"I know," I told her. "It's today. One year. You've been so good."

She just stared at me with those starry eyes. Love, I think it was.

I decided she was not allowed to ask for it until the evening was over. She would only get to ask once.

We were both fully present that evening. The usual toys and ropes and other accessories were replaced by slow fucking on the couch. We alternated position and intensity. Taking breaks to just kiss and cuddle. I'd bring her to the edge again and again with my fingers. I knew her body perfectly by now.  I could feel her heartbeat flutter. Her thighs would vibrate as I let my hand go.

So close. So close.

"I have never seen you this sensitive," I whispered to her gently. "Such a good girl."

She still didn't speak. She made lovely noises, but her words were being saved for that fatal question.

I knew the recipe for how to give her body the perfect orgasm. I had mastered it before our promise. Kinky as she was, she was also a simple girl. Missionary was best, slow fucking at a steady pace with a firm thumb on her clit. Unyielding eye contact.

I savored the moment as I felt her approaching it. Finally. Her release. Her reward.

"Beg for me." I ordered as I looked into her ecstatic eyes.

"Please! May I please cum, Sir!" She cried out.

"No."

I exited her and instantly removed all stimulation as I saw the reality of what I had said overwhelmed her. The emotion ruptured through her body. She covered her face with her hands. A pathetic whimper escaped her. 

"no..."

She sunk down beside the couch; her breath turning into sobs. I held her shoulders. I felt her shake.

"I've been so good, Sir! I've been so good!"

"I know, baby. You're such a good girl."

"I really needed it today! I need it! I can't-"

"There, there, let it out. It's ok. Come here." Kind comforting strokes on back. I leaned in and kissed her forehead. "We're just learning some important things today. You see, no matter how much you want it. No matter how good you haveve been. You are never entitled to an orgasm. I own your pussy. That means only I decide if it will come or not. It is always my decision to make."

"I've been waiting so long! Please!" She tried. "Are you sure this is what's best for me? You promised!"

"Yes. I promise this is best for you. I've seen how good it has been for you to find your true self, my ever dripping good girl. My perfect toy. But to be a real good girl you must understand this lesson. Good girls are never entitled to an orgasm. You must absorb it deeply like all the other things I've taught you. Do you understand?"

"Do you mean I will never come again?"

"Maybe. We'll see. The point is that if I decide your poor desperate pussy should be edged and denied permanently, that is within my power. You don't get to say no to that. Do you understand? Do you accept that?"

She was silent. Sulking. Looking away.

I grabbed her throat, not hard, just enough to remind her. I spoke directly into her ear.

"Do you understand, edgeslut?"

"Yes, Sir."

She still had a lot to learn.