Can I offer you a nice egg in this trying time?

He walked up to me holding a small present, wrapped up nicely with a bow and everything.

"I want you to wear this at dinner," he said as he handed it to me.

I excitedly opened it. I was expecting jewelry, but instead, it was some kind of large pink egg with a band of metal spots on it. I look at it with a puzzled expression on my face.

"It goes in your pussy," he helpfully clarified for me.

He smirked as a look of shock flashed across my face. "But, but it's... so big?" An ordinary egg vibrator is a little smaller than a chicken egg. I had never seen anything like this, and I used to work at a sex toy store. This vibrator was more like a large turkey egg. It was about as big as it could be while still comfortably fitting inside me. I was eyeing it suspiciously when my husband received a notification on his phone.

"Hurry up, our Uber driver is here," he said and went to get our coats from the closet.

I felt so full with that massive egg inside me as we sat in the backseat of our Uber to the restaurant.

Halfway through the ride, he pulled out his phone and started fiddling with an app. Then he reached between my legs and held his phone against my pussy. Pairing successful. A notification on his phone informed him. He nodded his head and went back to fiddling with settings in the app.

Slowly, I began to feel the egg rumbling inside me. It was quite subtle. Barely noticeable, yet impossible to ignore. I didn't think I'd be able to cum from it, but it also wouldn't let me stop thinking about how much I wanted to cum. By the time we got to the restaurant, I was beginning to suspect that it was very slowly ramping up the vibrations.

We sat down at a fancy, romantic restaurant and had exactly the kind of evening that normal couples have. Except my face was flushed with arousal and I was squirming in my seat, nervous that someone would look at me and instantly deduce what was going on, seeing me for the huge slut that I am.

Halfway through the dinner and I was certain that the vibrations were getting more intense. _Is this how I'm going to receive my orgasm reward? Is having it in public the secret stipulation that he told me about? Maybe I could excuse myself to the bathroom and have it in private? No, he wouldn't like that. I'll have it here, where everyone can see. I'm his slutty wife, and I'm proud of it. If that's what he wants me to do, then that's what I'll do. _I thought to myself.

I could feel it coming now, I was building up to my first orgasm in years. I didn't want him to miss it. I tapped his hand to get his attention and mouthed "It's happening". He smiled at me and took a sip of his wine.

I gripped the edges of the table tightly, my knuckles turning white. Oh god, oh god, here it comes.

ZAP

"Eep!"

Just before I could cum, the vibrations had cut out abruptly and the egg had shocked my pussy. It was painful enough to stop my orgasm dead in its tracks. What the hell? How? He didn't have his phone out to control it?

He saw the confusion on my face and answered as if he could hear my thoughts "It detects pelvic floor contractions, and automatically takes action to prevent orgasms. Did you think I was going to let a machine give you something as rare and special as an orgasm? I want to do that myself"

Fuck, he's so romantic! I thought to myself as the egg started its slow build-up again. The egg filled me so well that if it didn't have the shock feature, I could probably orgasm just from walking around with it inside.

When we got home, he removed the egg vibrator before it could edge me again, though it was getting pretty close. Then he tied me to the bed with my legs spread wide. He blew gently on my clit.

"It's time for the orgasm I promised you, are you ready?

"Yes, master"

"How badly do you want it"

"Master, I need it badly"

"Good. When you're getting close, I want you to beg me not to let you cum"

"What?"

"You heard me. Beg me to stop. Convince me you want me to keep you denied for another year"

"Ok master, I'll try." If I did too good of a job, would he not give me the orgasm he promised? That wouldn't be very fair...

He tapped something on his phone and a rhymic ticking noise started.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Maybe twice per second.

Then he spread my labia with one hand and started gently tapping on my clit with one finger from his other hand.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap

His finger matched the beat of the ticking. Whatever he had planned, he was being very methodical about it.

When I got close to orgasm, I remembered what he had asked me to do and I stammered out, very unconvincingly, "Please... don't let me cum?"

He stopped, leaving me on the edge. He frowned at me. "That wasn't very convincing. You'll have to try harder next time around."

He spent a little time adjusting the metronome on his phone, then started it back up again. It was slower this time, but it still wasn't long before I was reaching the edge again.

"Stop! I don't want to cum!" I sounded a little more authoritative this time, but it still wasn't very believable.

"Better, but not good enough. Try again"

I don't know what was more frustrating, the edging or not being able to please him. Once again, he lowered the frequency of the metronome app and started tapping my clit again.

It was painfully slow. It took me much longer to reach the edge this time. My pussy ached with need.

"Master, I don't deserve to cum, please don't make me cum!" I whine this time as I reach the edge.

Only this time, he gives me two more taps before he stops. But it was too late. A few seconds after he stopped, I go over the edge anyway.

With no stimulation anywhere, the orgasm is ruined. While I technically did have an orgasm, I'm still just as **** to cum as I was before. Only I feel even more frustrated.

"Thank you master" I whimper out.

"Good effort. I almost believed you. Maybe it was because you know that it's true that you don't deserve a real orgasm. After all, you only swallowed my cum 499 times out of the 500 you were supposed to."

He leaned in and kissed my throbbing clit, then crawled up and kissed me deeply on the lips.

"I think you need more practice with begging. To earn your next orgasm, I want you to edge yourself every day. You can use the egg vibrator if you want. Whenever we have sex, I want you to beg me not to fuck your pussy. If I find your begging unconvincing, then I'll fuck your pussy, but switch to your ass before you can orgasm. If we go 3 months without fucking your pussy, then you'll finally see a real orgasm."