Your morning tease has you rethinking things.

With your roommate gone for the morning, you plan to get your required daily edging out of the way nice and early. Just like you did last night, you have a fresh towel, the handcuffs, and the ballgag ready to go and laid out on your bed. This time, however, you keep your phone at about head level so you can see the timer. You strip off your pajamas so that they don't get soiled from what comes next. You strap on the gag and buckle it tight behind your head. Before you restrain your hands though, you tap the button on your phone to begin the tease. Near instantly, the belt springs to life and you sharply inhale against the pleasure you're receiving.

You deftly work on securing your hands before it becomes too difficult to focus. You wrap one cuff around your left wrist then connect it to the second. This time, instead of tying your hands behind your back, you slip the cuff behind a bar on your bed's headboard. It's difficult, but you manage to get the second cuff buckled around your right hand.

Now, you can relax a bit. Well, as relaxed as you can get while staring down the barrel of an hour-long edging session. There's just not anything else you could worry about right now, so it's easy to turn your brain off. You don't even try to hold back from the first edge, instead just letting it wash over you quickly as you feel your drool begin to pool behind the gag. Once you come down from the edge, you tilt your head as best as you can and check the timer. You can barely believe that it's been just over a minute since you started.

As your second edge approaches, you realize that you must be getting there even quicker than you were yesterday. You pull and pull against the handcuffs, wanting to press on your belt to help it bring you to orgasm, but you are **** to give up once the belt's vibrations cut out again. Your muffled wails are cut short when the break ends and the belt starts up again.

You don't struggle as much today as you did yesterday, partly because you know what to expect now. Maybe it's the fact that you always know how much time you have left and you figure out how long each edge takes whenever you check the timer. Being able to think about something other than how much you are craving an orgasm keeps you focused. It also keeps you aware of just how long an hour is.

Second by second, the timer slowly ticks down. You swear every minute that passes takes longer than the next. Maybe it's just the increasing rate of edges you're **** to endure getting to you, or maybe your mind has finally snapped. Either way, you're more than ready to stop when the timer finally runs out and your belt silences itself for the day.

You're able to free yourself from the handcuffs and gag, and just like last night, you head straight for the shower to clean off the sweat and juices that seeped through the chastity belt. With the last remnants of the edges washed away, you dry off and get dressed for the day. You choose your jeans and a tank top which you find satisfactory in hiding the belt. You check your phone again and decide to read your stats on the teasing session since you're lacking any other messages to look at. At least, that's your excuse so you don't have to admit your curiosity for how many more edges you survived this morning.

"Daily teasing session complete!

"Time: 1:00:00

"Level: 4

"Orgasm inhibitor: True

"Edges: 72

"Orgasms: 0

"Average time to edge: 50 Seconds

"Average time to orgasm: #DIV/0!"

72 edges, huh? Yesterday was 67 you think. Was this really only five more? It definitely seemed like you were reaching them faster, at least at the start of the hour. Part of you wonders how much you'll be increasing that number as the days go on. You shake your head, you hope it doesn't come to that point where you're scoring triple-digit edges every day. Fuck, you need to cum. And soon. There's only one way for you to do that, you recall.

Your mouth begins to water as you start thinking about wrapping your lips around a warm, hard cock. You want, no, need to feel the more gentle vibrations against your clit as you selflessly pleasure the dick. Most importantly, you need to have your belt bring you beyond the edge so you can finally climax.

You open your eyes and stop daydreaming. Your mind is set. You thought you would hold out in defiance against the belt, just surviving against the agonizing edges without letting it turn you into a slut. No longer, there isn't any humiliation in your mind that can deter you from earning an orgasm. Of course, that's all easier to accomplish in your mind. You've tried giving a blowjob before and you don't remember it being bad, but it wasn't that long and you didn't get him all the way to orgasm. You might need to hone your skills before you can really increase your chances. Plus, where are you even going to be guys to whom you are going to offer to get down on your knees? Sure you think most of them would automatically consent if any cute girl like you offered to suck them off, but you can't just walk up to them and ask them in public.

You twirl your keys in your hand as you contemplate going out this morning. That's when you remember the extra key you've been carrying around. If there's one boy on campus that would blow his load quick as you like and would be so pent up as to never turn away any chance to cum, it's Emily's boy toy. Since you have the key to unlock him, it shouldn't be a problem as long as you can find him.

That's it then. You have your target picked out. All that's left is for you to find him.