I have literally edged for hours today, someone please come save my from myself and lock me in a chastity belt.
Maybe with toys inside. I’d be safe from myself, but not from you. ;3
This is why I need orgasm control. I would make foolish decisions if left to my own devices. (Possibly literal devices, but not necessarily. heh.) But the thought of willfully disobeying someone else’s instructions about my pleasure—an awful thought—is enough to keep me in line.