edgeslut central

[thanks to @denied-dax for the inspiration ;)]

Tessa froze in panic as the Slack notification bubble popped up on her screen.

    Hey, aren’t we supposed to have a meeting right now? it read. 

    Oh, fuck. It was three minutes past when she was supposed to join her team’s afternoon briefing. The immediate shock through her system of embarrassment was almost enough to bring her to the edge, and Tessa groaned in both fear and delight as she squirmed on the vibrator nestled up to her clit. 

    Her Sir had been very clear with her that her levels of arousal recently had been entirely unsatisfactory. Not horny enough. Not desperate enough. Absolutely not wet enough. And if she didn’t pick up the pace by her next quarterly review, the distant promise of an orgasm was almost certainly going to be snatched away from her. Again, she might add. So Tessa had taken to wearing her Lush while she worked from home, and to make things even more difficult, today she’d tucked one of her powerful bullet vibes right beside her clit.

    And now she was paying the price.

    Tessa was trembling as she joined the meeting. She was visibly sweaty in the little video preview. God, she didn’t have time to fix anything.

    “Oh, hi Tessa!” one of her colleagues, the horribly perky Anne, chirped at her. “You look like you’ve been out for a lunch time jog!”

    “Yeah,” Tessa said. “Trying to, uh… get into shape.”

    She squirmed again, struggling to find a position to get into that wasn’t going to get her too close, and realized how big the movement looked on camera. That’s fine, she assured herself, she could sit still. The meeting couldn’t run that long. 

    Tessa listened as her boss droned on about the latest meeting with shareholders, slowly tuning him out as the need between her legs grew more urgent with every passing second. The Lush was firmly pressed against her g-spot, sending throbbing vibrations throughout her lower half, and her clit pulsed as the vibe carried her closer and closer to what was sure to be a dangerous edge. Usually she would take it out and adjust it. But she was trapped now, a frozen smile etched into her face, her colleagues all watching her twitch and fidget with desperation. 

    She could feel the leather seat getting soaked underneath her. Her underwear was long since a sodden mess, same with her little black skirt she wore during office hours to try and simulate an air of professionalism. Tessa’s pussy clenched around the Lush and she felt little spasms shoot up into her stomach, her thighs beginning to tremble. The tight ache of an orgasm whispered behind her clit, gently tensing her muscles in preparation for a release she was absolutely forbidden from reaching. 

    Maybe she could just reach down and adjust it, just a little bit, and no one would notice -

    “Tessa!” her boss called. “Hey, you were the one helping Matt with this project, right?”

    Tessa flinched, and the vibe pressed even harder against her clit. 

    “Yes sir,” she managed. Shit. She never called her boss “sir”. 

    “Can you give the team an update?” he asked.

    Panic roared through her veins. She watched her cheeks flush on camera, her mouth opening and closing like a fish as she struggled to get words out through the choking arousal. 

    “Um, y-yes sir,” Tessa said. “It’s, um… well, it’s…”

    The desperation in her clit narrowed to a hot, sharp point. Her pussy clamped down on the Lush and refused to let go. She parted her thighs as wide as she could, angling her hips back to try and get away from the vibe, panting as the edge coiled and writhed in her sex. She would not come. She would not give in.

    “Aww, are you having a little trouble focusing, Tessa?” her boss asked. “Is the edging starting to get to you?”

    A wave of heat and then a rush of absolute cold shock washed over her. For a moment she forgot even the oncoming orgasm, her boss’s words echoing around in her head as she stared wide eyed at her screen full of faces all watching her struggle. 

    “The… the what, sir?” Tessa asked. She’d misheard him. She just thought he’d said -

    “The edging,” he repeated. “Denial really does make you stupid, doesn’t it?”

    Tessa’s face burned as she heard polite titters and giggles from the rest of her team. She couldn’t even draw in a breath.

    “I’m sorry,” Tessa whispered. “I don’t -”

    “Oh, don’t worry your dumb little head about it,” her boss interrupted. “Your boyfriend explained everything to us. How you’re a desperate little slut who has to be kept edged and denied for her own good. How every day your brain leaks out through your needy cunt. He said you might be a bit absentminded at work, but I didn’t think it would be this bad. You know this is an office, Tessa. A professional environment. And this is an important project I’ve placed you on.”

    She could feel her heart pounding in her throat, in her stomach, in her aching pussy. She’d never been this humiliated in her life.

    “Sir,” Tessa said, her voice thick as her vision began to blur with tears. “I’m so sorry, I… I can still do this, I promise.”

    “No, I think you’ve done enough,” her boss replied. “I’ll give your position on this project to Anne. She’s been asking for more responsibility for a while, and I think she’s earned it. I don’t see why a slut that can’t even be trusted with her own orgasms should be in charge of something like this. No, there’s a better position for you, Tessa. This can be a stressful job. The rest of us have been working hard and deserve a little reward. So from now on, you’ll have a second camera aimed right at your pathetic, sopping pussy. Keep the first one on of course, so we can watch you cry and beg. And then on the second one we can watch your denied cunt cry just as hard for an orgasm it won’t receive. We can mute you if it gets too distracting, or even turn your camera off if we need to focus. But you’ll have to keep edging so when we turn it on again, you’ll be right where we left you - crying, humiliated, edging yourself stupid in a puddle of your own arousal. Oh, and Tessa? At the end of the day, I expect you to lick your seat clean.”

    That was enough.

    Tessa cried out as the edge narrowed down to a razor point, her belly tightening, her thighs shaking, her clit tensing up as she prepared to explode into a truly memorable orgasm - and then both vibes shut off at the same time. She shrieked as the orgasm curdled before it had even began. Rhythmic throbbing waves of nothing but pure dissatisfaction rolled through her tormented pussy, pushed to its absolute breaking point as Tessa ruined in front of her entire office on camera. She reached down, intent on feeling a tiny bit of the pleasure she’d missed out on, and then her Sir caught her wrists from behind.

    “Sorry about that,” he said into her mic. “Tessa isn’t quite trained yet. Don’t worry. I ruined it.”

    Tessa broke down into hysterical sobs. Her pussy still ached and clenched with the aftershocks of her harshly ruined orgasm. 

    “She should be punished,” her boss replied. “For the unsanctioned ruin and for interrupting our meeting.”

    “Oh, of course,” her Sir said. “I’ll set up that second camera you sent. This afternoon, you can all watch me beat Tessa’s disobedient cunt raw, and then edge it back to where we were before this little incident.”

    “Perfect. Thank you for that prompt action. Well, let’s move on, shall we folks? On Patricia’s project, there’s…”

    The drone of the meeting once again faded away as Tessa’s Sir leaned down to whisper into her ear.

    “I hope you weren’t planning on having an orgasm next quarter,” he crooned. “I think that nasty little pussy of yours is going to be denied for a long, long time.”

    Tessa’s eyes burned with tears, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, shame scalding her throat. But beneath it all, her pussy gushed and throbbed, already aching for more. She pulled herself together with one last sob. Tessa was many things, but she was not a quitter. She was a valuable member of this team. 

    “Yes sir,” Tessa said through gritted teeth. “You should use the tiger balm as well, sir. Really make this cunt suffer for the disobedience.”

    “What a lovely idea!” he said. “Maybe at this rate, you’ll get an orgasm next year. But let’s keep up the good work. Undress now, pet, and fetch the paddle. You’ve got an important job to do.”