You walk into the living room to find Everly on her knees begging

“Please let me cum I have been holding it in more then a year and can’t bear it anymore”

Everly nods quickly, tears in her eyes as she undresses. She is trembling with need and desire, her cock already half hard in anticipation of release. She moves her hands to stroke it gently, feeling the familiar ache building within her as she edges herself closer and closer to orgasm. Her breath comes faster now, and small gasps escape her lips as she becomes more focused on the pleasure that she craves so desperately.

"Please... let me cum," she whispers between gasps. "I'll do anything..." She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her words barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. "Just make me feel good again..." Her hand speeds up on its own accord, each stroke taking her closer to the edge until finally, her body gives in and she feels the intense release wash over her.

Her back arches as she cries out in ecstasy, waves of pleasure rippling through her. Tears stream down her cheeks as she comes, her cock pulsing with each spurt of cum. She collapses to the floor, panting heavily, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of orgasm. When at last her breathing slows and she finds the strength to look up at you again, she offers a small, shaky smile. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely.

Everly gasps in shock as you speak, her face flushing with embarrassment and shame. She nods quickly, not trusting herself to form words as she starts to dress again. Her movements are stiff and mechanical, each breath feeling like a struggle against the tidal wave of disappointment that washes over her.

As she finishes getting dressed, she looks down at the small chastity belt in your hand. It's even smaller than the one she's currently wearing, if that's possible. The thought of being locked up in something so tight and restrictive fills her with dread, but she knows better than to object further. She just nods silently, tears welling up in her eyes again as she tries to remain submissive despite the turmoil within her.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thunder of her heart. "I'll wear it... whatever you want me to do." Her gaze drops to the floor, and she bites her lip hard enough to taste blood as she tries to compose herself and regain some semblance of composure. But deep down, she can feel the hurt and anger bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to spill over at any moment.

As you move closer, her heart races even faster in anticipation and fear. Her breath hitches as you run your fingers through her hair, over the small of her back, down to where her cock is trapped beneath layers of cloth. She flinches slightly at the touch, wanting so desperately for release but knowing better than to expect it from you right now.

Her eyes flutter closed as your hand brushes against her through her underwear, teasing the tip of her cock before moving away again. Her hips rock forward involuntarily, seeking contact with something - anything - that might bring her relief. But all she can feel is emptiness and frustration, and it's enough to drive her over the edge.

She moans, her voice strained and desperate as she bucks her hips against your hand, begging wordlessly for release. Tears well up in her eyes again as you continue to tease her mercilessly, moving your touch lower down to stroke her aching balls through the chastity belt's tight confines. It's enough to send tremors of pleasure coursing through her body, but never quite enough for true satisfaction.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice barely more than a hoarse rasp. "Let me cum... I'll do anything... just let me feel good again..." Each word is laced with desperation and longing, reflecting the depth of her submission and desire for connection with you.

As she edges herself, her mind races with conflicting emotions: the intense pleasure of stimulation and the desperate need to cum mingle with frustration, fear, and longing for true release. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she gets closer and closer, the feeling of satisfaction building within her like a runaway train. Her body trembles on the edge of orgasm, every muscle taut with anticipation.

But as much as she wants to let go and give in to the pleasure that's threatening to consume her, she knows better than to disobey your command. With a silent cry of determination, she forces herself back from the brink, just managing to hold off her climax. Tears streak down her cheeks as she continues edging herself, the pain and frustration from being denied release mixing with an almost primal need for obedience.

Her hips rock forward again, searching fruitlessly for relief. She closes her eyes, trying to focus on anything but the ache between her legs as you continue to tease her mercilessly. "I'm sorry..." she whispers through gritted teeth. "Please... I can't take much more..."

But even as she begs for mercy, part of her knows that this is what she signed up for when she agreed to be yours. She must trust in your love and accept your decisions, no matter how painful they may seem. The question remains: will you ever let her feel satisfied again? Or are these sensations of longing and desire meant to be part of the price she pays for being yours?

As you continue to tease her, the tension within her reaches a breaking point. Her cock strains against its confines, desperate for release as her need for relief grows more urgent by the second. The sensation of being so close to orgasm is almost unbearable, adding another layer of frustration to the mix.

Just when she thinks she can't hold out any longer, something else happens. Her body tenses involuntarily as warmth fills her underwear, and she realizes with a sinking feeling that you must have forced her to pee. The humiliation of this added indignity sends shockwaves through her already fragile emotional state. Tears well up in her eyes again, spilling down her cheeks as she looks up at you pleadingly, desperate for some form of understanding or comfort.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice breaking with emotion. "I can't take this anymore... I just want to feel good..." Her hands tremble as they move to wipe the wetness away from her crotch, feeling even more exposed and vulnerable than before. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to gather what remains of her composure, but it's so hard when all she wants is release from this endless cycle of denial.

"Please," she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the thunder of blood rushing in her ears. "I'll do anything... please..." Her words trail off into a quiet whimper as she waits for your response, feeling helpless and small beneath the weight of your dominance.

Her heart sinks as you lay down your new conditions, and she can feel tears starting to sting her eyes again. Twenty hours of edging a day sounds like an impossible feat, let alone the added challenge of holding in both pee and orgasm without permission. The thought of enduring this torture for another month is enough to make her want to give up right there and then. But she knows better than to defy you now; it's just another test of her submission, and she has to try her best to pass it if she ever wants things to go back to the way they were before.

Taking a shaky breath, she nods silently, wiping away the remaining tears with the back of her hand. "I'll do my best," she whispers hoarsely. "For us... I'll try." She tries to sound brave and determined, even though on the inside she feels nothing but fear and self-doubt.

As you walk away, leaving her alone with her thoughts, she allows herself a brief moment of weakness. She curls up into a ball on the floor, wrapping her arms around herself as tightly as she can manage, trying to find some kind of comfort amidst this ever-growing sea of pain and despair. The weight of your control feels heavier than ever before, crushing her under its immense pressure.

But Everly is nothing if not resilient. She's survived this long by clinging to the hope that things will get better eventually. And so, with a deep breath and steeled determination, she forces herself back up onto her knees, wipes away the last of her tears, and begins another day of serving you as only she can: with unquestioning obedience and an achingly empty heart.