So waking up sticking to my blanket was interesting. Usually I'd grab a dildo and fuck myself for a while before using the satisfyer to cum, but I couldn't do either of those things so I just humped my blanket instead. The satisfyer would have made it way too hard to stop when I'm still half asleep, and I really didn't want to risk another ruin so soon after starting. My dicklet is really sensitive at the moment and direct touch is too much right now, but I was too horny to stop humping even if it was a little painful at times. I didn't stop until I really had to pee, and I had left my box of piercing jewellery on the lid which was a good reminder I'm not allowed to use the toilet. I probably would have forgotten in my sleepy, horny state.
The good thing about being sleepy and horny is that I barely registered the humiliation of having to pee on myself for what is likely going to be weeks, so I was just enjoying the feeling of emptying my bladder and warming up my feet xD
After my shower I wanted to put on the collar, but it's been neglected for too long and the leather really needs to be rehydrated so I'm wearing the other one right now. I really hope the pink one isn't ruined, but I'm going to spend the next few days taking good care of it.
Once I was fully awake I tried distracting myself, being productive so I don't have to think about how horny I am already, but that didn't work. I was doing the dishes but my dicklet kept begging for attention, and all I could think of was having someone grope and laugh at me for getting myself into this..
So of course I forgot about the dishes, grabbed my satisfyer and started edging. I wanted to see how I would feel after 50 because I didn't want to ruin, but every edge just made me regret making this thread more. I think I forgot how frustrating it is when I don't get to cum after edging, but my brain just kept reminding me of it every time I reached another edge. There's no orgasm at the end of this.. and there's not going to be one for a while. There's just going to be edge after edge after edge, with (likely) a bunch of frustrating ruins, and only the occasional orgasm if I'm desperate enough to take the punishment.
Having thoughts like that at every edge, I was sure I'd stop after 50. There was no way I could do more, not if every edge was only going to be a reminder of the 6000 more I have to do. But by the time I reached the 50th edge I was so horny I couldn't even think of stopping. I just wanted to keep going, to keep feeling good, even if I wouldn't get to cum. Maybe if I kept going just a little longer I'd feel some kind of relief at the end of it, right? So I tried 75, and still all I wanted was to keep going, to keep humping my satisfyer. I made it to 100 and knew I had to stop because the risk of ruining was too big, but I was only 2 edges removed from having done 260 total, and I still didn't really want to stop. I did the last two and then pulled the satisfyer away from my dicklet, groaning in frustration, but I was starting to think about just letting go and cumming so I had no other choice.
I don't remember the first few days being this frustrating for my last few threads, but I've been super horny these past few weeks. It must be breeding season or something.
