Sissy-m-3 - NSFW

He adjusted the straps of his leotard as he nervously approached the girls ballet studio for his first sissy ballet class

You Win

The first thing you notice is the wetness on your fingers.

Followed very closely by the movement of your fingers.

Rapid movements of your fingers.

On your clit.

Producing waves of pleasure that crash against your already weakened mind.

As you moan out loudly and your eyes roll back shortly.

Only that this time you look at the clock.

'How much time has passed?'

You only wanted to have 2 edges or so.

But when you saw the time, 2 hours have passed.

Somehow 2 edges turned to 2 hours.

You try to recall your memories of this time, but it all seems to blend into a big hazy fog of pleasure.

"What?"

You look at the clock again.

"Another hour? How is that possible?"

You just think back what happened.

You kept edging.

That was obvious.

And you just thought about what happened in the last 2 hours.

'Well, 3 now.'

"Or 4?!"

You cant believe what you see there right in front of you on the clock.

Another hour has passed.

Seemingly just passed by.

Without you even realizing.

As you notice your fingers feel wetter than usual.

Looking down, you see yourself sitting in a pool of your wetness.

It is not a puddle, or just a wet spot.

A pool.

That is what you heard.

Your rubbing fingers make the pool of your wetness move.

It turns you on and yet you are a bit embarrassed to see how wet you got.

Naturally, your gaze wanders up again to the clock.

Where you see more hours have passed.

After 7 hours you just suddenly stop edging.

And you wake up slowly out of this haze of pleasure.

Stopping the file.

Cleaning the mess a bit before you take a shower.

Humming a melody.

One that sounds awfully familiar to mantras being repeated.

And while your hands roam your body under the shower, you still ask yourself.

'Hmmm, where went all this time?'

Anal is the only way, be a good girl and sit on your dildo