The torturous rest of the week

The rest of the week was still ****, but far, far less so. Having the cage on meant that, even at her horniest, Eleanor could carry on about her activities without being constantly in fear of something seeing her erection. It was also a duller feeling - still very present, but easier to push to the back of her mind so she could actually focus on whatever she was doing.

The hardest part was her daily edging. Eleanor had never managed to cum from only anal stimulation, though she hoped to be able to someday, but that meant getting to the edge without being able to touch her cock was a daunting prospect. The first morning with her cage on had been a struggle - she lay in her bed, fucking her ass with her dildo, eyes squeezed shut, feeling a floaty, lustful feeling but unable to approach orgasm. But eventually, she figured out a solution: she suction-cupped her dildo to her bedframe, got on her hands and knees, and absolutely reamed herself on it, fucking herself as hard as she could while pinching her nipples. Finally, after a long time, covered in sweaty and legs shaking, she reached the edge and all but collapsed onto her bedroom floor, panting.

God that was rough, she thought. Maybe I should get a vibrator? I could go see Kassidy again...

Meanwhile, Abigail showed her no mercy - in fact, now that she was caged, Abby only seemed to ramp up the teasing. God I'm so horny, she sent out of the blue mid-afternoon, it's so tempting to just grab one of these club members and pull him into the bathroom to fuck me. after all, it's not like your cock is available to pound me.

Ellie gasped and her cock twitched as she read the texts. Maybe she wouldn't have done this during a week that she wasn't constantly horny, but she couldn't help but imagine the scene - Abby bent over a toilet in a public bathroom stall, skirt flipped up, an unfamiliar older man railing her from behind, making her big ass jiggle. Making her squirt, liquid dripping down her thighs. Cumming inside her, sending her back to work with a creampie still dripping from her cunt...

Fuck I'd want to lick her clean, Eleanor thought unexpectedly, then she jolted out of her reverie. She'd never imagined anything like that before. It's just all this denial, she told herself.

The **** edging, and the constant horniness, and the endless teasing, continued until the weekend finally came.