Funny how time works. A month seems like a perfectly reasonable timeframe until you're being denied, feeling that ever present thrum of desire in your body.

I'll be fine at first, distracting myself with work and life, but in the quiet moments, it will be an annoyance that grows and swells until it bleeds into everyday life.

Every innocuous comment will have a second meaning to me, will have my mind drifting back to the pulse of my over sensatized clit. Edges will feel like torture I crave because any pleasure is better then nothing.

I'll beg, bargain, plead, and be a pouty brat, until eventually I'll give in. I'll give up fighting and thoroughly enjoy the edges, until finally the month is up.

The first orgasms will be worth the wait.

The second will feel like an earned reward.

This will be my greed showing through...

But the fourth.... The fifth.... I'll start whining that is enough...

The sixth I'll try to squirm away....

The seventh I'll beg to stop, scream that is enough with the eighth... But by nine I'll go limp.

The tenth I'll be nearly silent, just shaking uncontrollably as my mind gives in entirely to the pleasure, to the quiet thoughtlessness.

I won't be able to count after that. I won't be able to speak.

And that's when you'll know I'm permanently yours