Full Body Edge

We went into the dungeon for announcements and then sly had me stay by the cage to claim it as he went to get his bag. I had not really anticipated playing as my back end still hurt from the previous nights spanking party. I wore a sheer dress that connected to a shirts jumper. I wore floral fishnets but as I already had the shorts I forwent any underware. The tights went high and the design concealed enough that I decided to embrace it. Under the dress I wore my hot pink bra as one of my new rules is to wear something pink everyday.

He pulled me into the cage and secured the loose cuffs to my wrists and worked on getting the right height in the top of the cage. He is so tall and it was was incredibly sexy watching him reach up to spots I could not touch even if I were to step up on my tiptoes. After he secured my hands above me he realized I was still dressed and I directed him to undo the halter around my neck, allowing him to help me slip out of my dress.

I don’t know if being exposed in the dungeon will ever get any easier, I wish I felt more confident and I so desperately wish he would give me reassurance. I expressed my need for words of affirmation and while I can tell he is trying I know it does not come easy so I tell myself to not take it personally but really it only adds another layer of noise to my already insure thoughts.

I fight it best I can sticking out my ass, sucking in my stomach and tried to get into the right headspace. That part comes easy, giving up control and letting myself feel relaxed and floaty. I started off relatively quiet, the ring gag helped with that, dolls should be seen, not heard he told me. The blindfold blocked out the dungeon

I tried to remain still sinking into a place of calm but my ass was extremely tender and it wasn’t long before additional swats made me squirm.

He would occasionally rub my butt causing me to help and try to remove myself from his grasp. He pulled me closer saying he found my dolly dance button.

Once he removed the gag and blindfold I kept my eyes clamped shut. He removed the cuffs and pulled me into a hug, it was so good that when he tried to pull away I just hugged him tighter and he allowed me to stand there just embraced in his hug. I could have stayed there in that moment forever but he eventually helped me put my dress back on and he guided me out of the dungeon carrying my pink heels. Our usual beanbags were both occupied so we went to the lounge with all the couches. He asked if I wanted a blanket and I nodded.

I curled up in the blanket he gave me putting myself in the corner of a l shaped couch as he went to pack up his tools and clean our space.

We hung out in the lounge, The room was loud with chatter and I kept bringing my attention back to a sub in a latex out his cock hanging out as his mistress in a summer dress alternated between slapping his cock and rubbing his nipples through the latex. Another couple sat down on the other section of my couch and he pulled out a crocodile Dundee knife, he had a full size suitcase of supplies, a bag that far exceeded carry on deminsiobs.

We eventually claimed a beanbag in the other room and we started to trance but people coming in and out proved too much a distraction so we eventually retreated to the back of my van. The whole scene blurs together but it started slow, putting me in a relaxed state and he ingrained the state of being blank. It was pretty effective ,I only had to chase a few intruding thoughts.

Before coming out I was in line for the bathroom and the person who had sat next to me on the couch asked if I had fun tonight in the dungeon. I confirmed and she said though she was on the other side of the dungeon she could hear me. I don’t think she meant it in a bad way but it has been running in my head nonstop. While certain implements elicit a squeal or yelp I did not think it was overly loud.

But here in the back of my van with no one else around I felt I could let go. After some basics of being blank and a repeated mantra that obiedancebis bliss and bliss is obience he put my clit back on my knuckle and brought to edge. He then doubled the sensitivity, I doubted its effect but went along and soon the act disappeared as he instructed me to have a full body edge. My fingers dug into his flesh, I bit into his shoulder as my I brought my legs towards my chest.

The pleasure coursed through my body as went from rubbing my clit to giving y body intense touches or squeezes that only intensified the pleasure. It was honestly better then most orgasms I have expierence, just a constant wave of pleasure that rides the cusp of going too far. At this point I pretty much expect he is not going to let me orgasm and that makes it better, it takes off the pressure of needing to reach the grand finale and instead I can just enjoy the journey which is proving far better then the destination.

He would Ocassionly bring me out of trance and do the same thing, the pleasure rippling through my body. After he would say release I fought to catch my breath,