Leave everything for tomorrow

Caitlin sounds horny as fuck! She must be very receptive to the training. She seems to be at the same point that Binita got to in three weeks, but she's only been training for one week. If I go by hours of edging, she's been at it for about the same amount of time as Freya.

I look over at Freya. She has one dildo very deep in her pussy and the other rubbing against her nipples. Then she shudders, but pulls the dildos away before she cums. Able to stop gooning herself for a moment, she points a dildo at me, then drags it across her neck like a knife slitting her throat. Slitting my throat. All while repeating how much she wants to fuck me and twitching with sexual need.

Freya hasn't broken at all. After fourteen hours of edging herself while talking about me and looking at me, she'd still rather kill me than kiss me. Is Caitlin really broken? Is she just faking? I've got **** material on my phone, but that won't do me much good if my phone is buried next to my body in the woods.

Holy fuck, I gave up my control over Caitlin just so I could get a willing blowjob a little sooner. She could have bitten my dick off!

There's no way I can figure this out tonight. I need to clear my brain. I pull up the nude that Caitlin sent me and take off my pants.

Freya makes a disgusted noise from the corner as I pull out my cock.

"Hey, you're being rude. You came to my house, you need to accept my routines." I begin jerking, and she's calmed down enough that she starts fucking herself with a dildo again, but she looks away from me. Maybe it's time to try out my new perk. "You don't have to stare at it, but at least glance at my cock now and then. Forget this."

I look back at the picture of Caitlin. It feels so good to jerk off. The look of absolute lust in Caitlin's face isn't something she could fake, so she must really be into me, right? Her brown hair isn't as striking as Freya's red mane, but it's made up nice. She really looks hot in this picture.

As I jerk off, I occasionally check out Freya out of the corner of my eye. She's following the instruction and sneaking glances at me. Every time she does it, she looks disgusted, but I think she might be disgusted with herself for looking. Perfect! If I'd ordered her to just stare at me, she might have figured out that I made her do that. With that "forget this" she thinks she's deciding to look at me pleasuring myself. The glances get longer and longer, which is more than I asked for, and by the time that I cum, she's just openly staring. Okay, she might be breaking just a little.

I didn't think to get any tissue, so I just grab my underwear and cum in them. It feels so good to cum! I let out a full day's worth of frustration in a huge load, then collapse backwards and relax.

Finally feeling good enough to get some sleep, I stand up. I leave my pants and underwear on the couch and go to a shelf. I pull a picture of myself from high school graduation off the shelf and put it in front of Freya. "Okay, I'm going to bed. Look at me in that picture as you edge yourself. You can use the dildos or not, just do whatever will turn you on the most. You can add in some different phrases like "I'm a slut and I was made to be fucked by Greg" or "Following orders makes me happy". Use your imagination, just make sure they're all submissive and sexy. You know what I want, don't try to get around it. See you in the morning." I go to my bedroom and close the door.

I sleep like a rock. I had no idea how exhausted I was. I sleep late, too. I would have slept longer, but my phone buzzes.

It's a message from Caitlin. "I can't resist you anymore. I'm coming to your apartment to submit to you, body and soul. I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Oh, that's nice," I say, then I drop my head back onto the pillow.

I sit bolt upright. Caitlin's coming! And I have about 9 minutes to prepare!