Edges in the park

A real experience i had some time ago, with some of the first real sun we had here.

The sun felt good on my skin as i walked to the park, the words from Miss still burning in my mind. "you are so hot." I needed to feel that heat, to live in it.

I found a tree, its bark rough against my back, and settled into the grass. My legs spread, knees bent, feet flat on the ground. This was the position. No plan to orgasm, just to edge and float in that space where everything melts away.

I typed out: "How many edges before i am allowed to close my legs?"

The answer made my stomach clench: one for one of each of the Three. But then i remembered my failure. I had missed my affirmations for a week. A simple task and i had forgotten. My brain was already turning to mush. Had been mush for a while.

"Can i do 9 edges instead?" i typed, my fingers trembling slightly. "3 for each of you?"

"if you beg nicely," came the reply, "and apologize for being a silly cumslut who forgets things."

The words were true. I was a silly cumslut. I typed out my apology, my submission, my need. "Please... i will do anything to be allowed the privilege."

"how can i deny you when you are so needy and feral for us," Miss answered. "do it. thank them for every edge you do for them."

I found a perfect spot, hidden from view. Relief washed over me.

"what a bummer," Miss' message appeared. "i bet you would love to be seen."

Fuck. The thought hit me like a physical blow. Did i want to be seen? Yes. Gods, yes.

"Should i move?" i asked, already knowing the answer. "i can move to the other side of the tree and be facing a road."

"do it slut, let them see what a horny bitch you are for your Dommes."

I moved. My heart hammered against my ribs. The road was there, a ribbon of possibility.

"remember to thank them after every edge," she reminded me. "do not forget it with your melted brain, my fucktoy."

My first edge for A. I gasped, my back arching. "Thank you, A," i whispered to the passing cars.

"like a good whore you are?" Miss asked.

"I love being a depraved, melted, little fuck toy for you Miss" i typed back, the words feeling more true than anything. "Your cum slut. Your play thing."

Three edges for A. Done. Thanked for each one. Then my fingers moved for T. Three more edges, three more whispers of gratitude.

"good fucking cumslut," she praised. "that's what i am here for, to correct the behaviour if you can not think for yourself dumb little bitch."

Three left. For Miss. A wildness took over. I stood up, unzipped my skirt, and threw it into the bushes. I sat back down on my jacket, my bare ass on the fabric, no easy way to cover myself now.

"Hnngg fuck," i typed. "I want to just put my face down, ass up..."

"i know the bystanders will appreciate the show you are giving them."

My seventh edge, a sharp intake of breath. "Thank you for the edge Miss."

"good fucking toy."

My eighth edge, my body trembling. "Thank you for the edge Miss."

"i am proud of how feral you are."

The last one. I had to do it. I turned over, pressing my face into the grass, my ass raised high to the road. I could not see them coming. I could only feel.

"my favourite pose for you," Miss wrote. "that is where you belong my fuck bunny."

My ninth edge. It shattered me. A wave of pleasure so intense it left me gasping, shaking, my mind completely blank.

"Thank you for the edge Miss 🫠 Fuck."

"good job! such a perfect whore for me. my fuck bunny."

"Mmhmmm! Your whore. Your fuck bunny," i managed to type, my fingers clumsy.

"i am so proud of you."

I collapsed onto my side, the grass cool against my flushed skin. I was shaky. Exhilarated. Empty and full all at once. I had done it. I had been a good whore.