Edging the week away

The week started pleasantly enough. Eleanor woke up with morning wood and sunlight streaming in through her window, and sleepily reached over to her bedside table drawer for a buttplug. She lubed it up, pushed it into her ass, and lay there on her back stroking her cock. She rocked her hips, causing the base of the plug to press against the mattress, pushing it a little deeper inside her ass with each motion.

Images of last night ran through her head, and Ellie ramped toward orgasm quickly. Her first edge was a surprise; she took her hand off her cock and froze as she felt herself almost reach orgasm. She lay there panting for several seconds, watching precum drip onto her tummy and desperately willing herself to obey Abby's instructions. The feeling passed after about ten seconds, and Ellie timidly grazed her glans with a finger.

The moan that escaped her mouth was embarrassing, and Ellie hoped nobody was in the hallway outside her door. She shuddered as she kept lightly touching her glans, almost tickling it. Her hips started rocking again involuntarily, and the combination of grazing the most sensitive part of her cock and the plug pressing into her ass was absolutely glorious.

Ellie continued that pattern for a while - teasing her cock and rocking her hips, then freezing as she reached the edge. Eventually, breathing hard and flushed, with a light sheen of sweat on her bare skin, Ellie glanced at her clock, and realized she'd been at it for an hour. She blushed and willed herself to stop.

Standing up to try to break out of her masturbatory haze, Ellie picked up her phone to check her notifications. Among other things, she had a text from Abby:

morning. you being a good girl?

Ellie felt a pleasant shiver down her spine upon reading it, and her still-hard cock twitched.

yes mistress, she replied. just edged for an hour.

good girl! Abby replied. here's your reward

A few seconds later, a picture came through. It showed the bottom half of Abby's face, with her mouth open and tongue hanging out, a glob of spit dangling from the tip of her tongue. As hot as that was, Ellie's eyes were magnetically drawn downward. Abby had pulled up her white polo - her country club uniform - as well as her bra, and her big round tits were on full display. Behind her, in the distance, was the big dining room of the country club she worked at.

Ellie almost came looking at the photo. She clenched, trying to hold back, which made the plug shift in her ass, which almost made her cum again. She spent several seconds just shuddering, eyes shut, before the feeling finally passed.

thank you mistress, she replied, adding several drooling emojis, then tossed her phone on the bed. She scrambled for her bathrobe, **** to get to the shower to break out of this dangerous cycle.

She darted into the hallway, not usually willing to leave her room with an erection but without much choice in this case. At the end of the hallway - just my luck - her brother's dumbass friend Trey made eye contact with her. He waved awkwardly, and Eleanor ducked into the bathroom without a word. Oh god I hope he didn't notice anything.

Ellie proceeded to get ready for her shower. She turned the shower on, letting it warm up, then bent over with one elbow on the bathroom counter, the other reaching back to take hold of her plug. She pulled, and it was all she could do not to moan as it stretched her hole on its way out. Halfway out, the lubed plug slipped out of her fingers and slid back in. Her moan was short but audible. Hopefully the sound of the water covered it.

The temptation proved too much after that, and Ellie did slowly fuck herself with the plug for just a couple of minutes, before steadying her resolved to finally pull it free. She washed it up and finally jumped in the shower. There, too, she had a few minutes of relapse, a pair of fingers up her ass and her other fist pumping her cock, while water sprayed down onto her tits.

She broke free soon enough, and managed to complete her shower. By the time she was done, her erection had finally gone way, and she managed to go about the rest of her morning.

But the horniness kept coming in waves.

Much of the time, it was Abby actively teasing her. i bet you look really hot edging, she sent out of the blue at one point. i bet you'll look even hotter when you're edging at the end of the week. Just a few minutes later, she sent a downward-angled photo of herself on her knees, mouth open and tongue out again, eyes dreamily half-closed, like she was waiting to get cum splattered on her face.

Ellie kept finding errands to keep her busy so that she wouldn't just go masturbate again. But when Abby wasn't texting her, her mind kept drifting: back to last night, back to this morning, back to the pictures she'd received. Forward to this weekend. She kept getting a half-chub and having to clutch her purse in front of her.

And then the next two days got worse.

After lying awake in a horny daze, Ellie had finally gotten to sleep, then masturbated for another hour the next morning. The day ended up going much the same: mindlessly busy, relentlessly teased by Abby, unable to focus on anything besides how much she wanted to cum. She was awake until 2 am, stroking her cock and riding her dildo while looking at the latest photo from Abby: seated on the patio of the country club, with several patrons socializing nearby, with a clear view up her tennis skirt of her bare pussy and no panties in sight.

By the third day, it was becoming unbearable. Abby sent a photo mid-afternoon, just of her wet, gooey hand, fingers spread to show the elasticity of the mess on her fingers. look how much I just came all over myself in the restroom, she said.

Once again, Ellie had a full erection in a shop. ​God I can't do this all week.