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Lady Chantal Whipping

68 Days

The longest I had ever been denied before was just over a month. We were already getting close to that when, at 29 days, she casually, off-handedly, like it was a side thought even, told me I would be doing JuNO. I felt a pit in my stomach and a wave of concern. This was doubling the time I'd spend without a release. I didn't know if I could do it or what it would be like... What would it be like? What would it be knowing that I couldn't cum for another entire month after it had already been so long? Would I just accept it? The challenge of it tugged at a certain part of me, and her confidence in asserting that I would not cum in June left me with no question as to whether I could convince her otherwise. I was surprised how quickly I accepted it.

Midway through June, just as I was feeling good about making it halfway and having what seemed like a manageable two weeks remaining, I made a misstep, and she quickly added a week of punishment denial to my time. Instead of two weeks I was now staring down at least three.

The next two weeks actually passed relatively easily as I settled in more to long term denial. As the memory of my last orgasm faded further into the past, it somehow seemed less like something I was thinking about all the time, certainly not as vividly as I had the first couple of weeks. That week of punishment denial, though... that was rough. Knowing that I could have cum suddenly made it so much harder, not to mention her relentlessly edging me the whole week. She built it up to dozens of times per day, to the point where by the end of the week I didn't know if I was on the edge any more or not. It was like I was just constantly there, so close that any touch felt like it would push me right back to the edge.

That's the state I was in on day 68. And she did not make it an easy day for me. Maybe out of anticipation, or so much edging, or so much buildup, or who knows what, my cock felt extra sensitive that day. And she had me edging early and often, regularly running straight up to the edge of that cliff before stopping on my tiptoes and staring over. 

And that was just during the day. By the evening, my head was just a swirl of submissive angst and yearning, just as she wanted it to be. There I was, on my knees, stripped, a plug in my ass, ready to dive deeper into that vortex.

The edges kept coming, until I didn't know up from down, until I was just a whimpering mess.

"Oh, what's wrong, fuck toy?"

"Please..." I whimpered, "it's so agonizing."

"Aww," she laughed, "but it's still early, and the next few hours are going to be even more agonizing."

The crash of leather tails onto my back brought a fresh flush of blood rushing through my body, but the flogger did nothing to ease the waves of neediness surging through my cock. Nor did the heavy slap of a leather paddle on my ass. They only made the throbbing grow, at this point every sensation only amplifying the desperate achiness in my cock.

"Now, I want full control of your ass."

The first time the plug buzzed made my whole body shudder. I could sense her laughing at that under her breath. I didn't have to wait long for more. As she commanded the plug through its crescendo I felt my head roll back and my core quiver.

"Keep edging you pathetic little edge slut."

And I did, on and on, marching right up to the edge before twisting away in helpless despair, while she sat back and casually toyed with the plug in my ass, snickering in delight at my agony and desperation. And it just kept getting harder. She made it harder and harder, ramping up the plug just as she knew I was getting right up to the edge, trying to tip me over, so close that I had to wrestle the cum back inside my overworked cock, so that I was left hunched over panting heavily.

She took the plug out, but only to apply ginger paste and put it back in again so that my ass would burn through the rest of the night. She put clamps on my nipples because she wanted me to feel more pain, more sensations to overwhelm my body and mind. She made me hold the edge, walking that razor-thin ridgeline for a grueling 30 seconds until I could step back.

I can't even remember now everything she did to me -- I was so deep into a dense submissive haze -- but she did let me cum. It took me a moment for her words to register when I heard her finally say, "Cum for me."

I thought I would just erupt after so long, but it wasn't like that. It was more like a river that finally broke through an embankment and roared down the other side. 

She wasn't through with me, though. No, once wasn't enough. She found there was more upstream that rushed through me.

She still wanted more. "Don't you dare stop stroking." The river had run dry, but still one more time my hips bucked, my abs clenched, and my cock surged.

And yet still she was relentless, until pleasure turned into pain -- they're always so close anyway -- then back into pleasure and back into pain again. Until I was left sweating and squirming. Until my cock was trembling. Until she finally left me spent, broken, and exhilarated on the floor.