silentlykneeling: Day 2 Day two of the challenge, and it’s been a very frustrating day. To start wit
silentlykneeling: Day 2 Day two of the challenge, and it’s been a very frustrating day. To start with, I freaked out last night before I went to bed. I’d edged, but there was a terrifying moment when I thought I’d cum. But, you see, there’s a way I can tell. When I’m masturbating, when I get off, I get off once, and then I can’t again for at least 12 hours. I don’t know why this happens. So, knowing this, I checked again in five minutes and sure enough, I was close and then edging again. A sigh of relief: I didn’t cum. I went to bed, happy and frustrating and squirming. This morning I woke up, and the photo is my result. I was so close I could taste it, but I pulled away. The rest of the day, up until about 3pm, was frustrating. I couldn’t get even remotely close to cumming. No matter how hard or soft I went, vibe, no vibe. Grinding on corners. squirming. Nothing. I’d get wet as all hell, I’d feel aroused, and then nothing. What the hell was going on. It got to the point where I started feeling down that I wasn’t edging. I spoke to B, and voiced my frustrations. He wondered if edging had become my way of coping with the challenge. It could very well be, but after only two days? Finally, at around 3:15pm, I tried again. And it dawned on me: I wasn’t getting anywhere because I was thinking too much about it. I was too focused on getting myself there so i could stop. Too focused on stopping. So much so that my body instinctively didn’t let me get close. Once I stopped thinking about it, and imagined the looming figure of a Dom/Daddy staring intently at me, saying “Don’t you dare cum, girl.” Once that image was clear in my mind, I was almost instantly at the edge, and I pulled away with a smile on my face. I could relax now. After that, I was in privacy roughly once every hour or so. I’ve been using bathroom breaks as an excuse to sneak away and play. And boy, am I enjoying this. I imagine a Dom/Daddy. More often than not, it’s a Daddy. I won’t go into this imaginary Daddy’s description, because that’s my private thought. Once I have the image clear, it all happens. It happens fast, and it happens strong. So it seems I’m self-conditioning. Perhaps it’s a good thing. Perhaps not. Ideally I’d have a Daddy with me, but my circumstance doesn’t allow for it. *grumbles at Partner(I will get an answer out of him eventually.)* As for other discoveries; I’ve noticed when I’m horny, or aroused, that I begin exhibiting traits of my little side. I walk, pointing my toes first, as if pretending to balance on a beam. I actively pout and giggle more, and I become cheerier in general. Playful. I also more often than not start looking at cute clothes I could potentially purchase, like dresses and stockings. So, with that. There’s not much else to report. My moods are fine, apart from my “dry spell”. I’m generally in good spirits. Better when I’ve reached the edge. Physically, I feel fine, other then the obvious constant state of arousal. I’ve had some stomach cramping, but I think that’s a bug that one of my housemate’s has given me. Not anything I’m overly worried about, anyway. Now, I’m gonna watch Star Trek: Enterprise season 4 with one of the housemates, D. Partner has Son while I have my ‘unwind’ time. All is well. :3 - Silent Good luck! -- source link
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