I love how much edging has changed you. It turns you into a gooning, achy mess. A mess of my creation. Stroking that cock up and down, losing your mind to the pleasure, lost in it, blissed out. The build up, the anticipation, the way time slips away. You cherish these moments we have together. The way I leave you full and blue, desperate for more. It's crazy the effect I have on you, how you find your mind wandering to me, absently touching yourself throughout the day. I have such a hold on you, my grip tight, my control tighter, my influence unwavering. I consume you. You've learned to crave this ache, this NEED to edge and worship. The pleasure I promise you, it always keeps you coming back for me.