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Real quick before the story, I just wanted to say that this is my first attempt at properly writing "like a writer" so I hope you all like it. I am kind of nervous to post it but I am hoping that some feedback will encourage me to continue. I also want to warn you that chapter 1 isn't lewd whatsoever, it is just meeting a character. So if you wanna get straight to the fun stuff you may consider going straight to chapter 2.

Chapter 1 - Meeting Harry

Harry sits and sighs, his head in his hands and his elbows on his desk. One of his more pleasant but less interacted with co-workers walks into his office and sees his tired posture and asks "Long day Harry?"

Harry takes just one more quick moment to himself before raising his head up to greet the man "Hey Jim. You have no idea." It was true, Jim didn't understand how Harry's job could be stressful. On paper, all Harry does is restock supplies for the rest of his co-workers, but his job is complicated by the fact that Harry works with some of the dumbest people on the planet, or at least that is what Harry tells himself. He often feels more like a babysitter than a "materials and equipment technician," which is his proper job title.

Some of his co-workers, like Jim, are normal functioning people who manage to do their jobs with little hassle, but then there are the others. The other people, maybe just 20%, who eat up 90% or more of Harry's effort. He spent three hours today cleaning up a mess of cables and wires and cleaning out a printer because one such 'other' spilled his coffee in the printer and when it stopped working 'he,' if someone so stupid can even be considered a person, tried to 'fix' it by unplugging everything and tangling up the wires because 'surely a cable must be bad, or maybe the electrical outlet died.'

That was just one of a small handful of disasters Harry had to clean up today. So yes, he was tired and it was a long day. But, none of that is Jim's fault and Harry understands that so he greets him "What can I do for you today Jim."

"Oh nothing much, the battery in this here scanner isn't holding its charge like it used to, I think it might need replacin' and we could use a box of staples, so I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone." Jim holds up the dying scanner.

A perfectly easy and reasonable request. "Sure thing Jim, staples are on the shelf behind you and I'll take that scanner and get you a replacement."

As Harry got up from his desk he wished that everyone could be like Jim, just having simple problems with simple solutions. He walked over to a large heavy metal step ladder, picked it up, and carried it over to a tall shelf. Despite its heavy nature and the fact that Harry was in his mid-40s, Harry moved it with ease. He was fairly fit because he has been working mostly manual labor jobs since he was 16. Even this more cushy position still required a fair amount of labor. It is safe to say that more than 20 years of hard work, a not-so-great diet, and a nearly non-existent fitness routine have given Harry a quintessential Dad bod.

He climbed the ladder to the top shelf where the lightweight and rarely replaced scanners go. As he was up there Jim approached with the box of staples "At least the day is almost over. I'll probably be your last customer, something simple to end your day."

Harry laughed, "Ha ha, yeah. At least hopefully you will be." The truth though is that Harry's laugh was mostly a courtesy. His day was long and he was tired, but he knew that he had something important to do at home and he knew that it wasn't going to be easy.

Chapter 2 - Meeting Chloe

In some ways, Chloe is just a normal 19-year-old girl. For instance, right now in her bedroom at home, she is taking a selfie with her tongue sticking out. She has wild short blue hair, but that isn't too strange for a girl her age. She also has a nose ring, which her father isn't thrilled about, but again it isn't too strange for a girl her age.

In some other ways though, she isn't so normal. For instance, in that selfie she just took on her tongue is a little square gummy, and edible specifically. And a little lower than the drugs on her tongue is her pale chest which is completely uncovered leaving her perky b-cup breasts exposed to the camera.

Once the photo was taken and she was happy with it she quickly sent it off to her friend. Well, 'friend' isn't exactly the right word. She sent it off to a guy she knows who is willing to buy her drugs if she is willing to send him nudes when she uses them. One nude per gummy, that is the deal. And of course, she has that same deal with two other guys, not any one of which knows about the other two.

She often sends the three men the same picture which allows her to stockpile some edibles so that she can get as high as she likes as often as she likes, which for her just happens to be very high and daily.

There is nothing she likes more than taking a few gummies and then sitting back and masturbating her day away. She has already been edging for four hours today and her dad shouldn't be home for another four or five hours so she has plenty more time. The gummy she just ate should start affecting her in about an hour and the one she took this morning should last until this more recent one kicks in.

Secure in the comfort that she knows she won't lose her high any time soon, she goes back to masturbating. She has some fairly extreme gang bang porn playing on her large wall-mounted flatscreen that her daddy got her, but that isn't what she is interested in right now. That is too tame for her right now. No, instead she is talking with a man online and he has some very interesting views on women that she finds arousing.

The two have been talking for a few weeks and have been exchanging lots of porn, mostly bdsm photos and gifs with dominant men and submissive women with a special focus on women being degraded and objectified. Chloe knew it was wrong, but she found the images so exciting and her body craved seeing them. Part of her longed to be treated like those girls, to be taken advantage of and used.

Last week she asked her new friend to give her a rule to live by. After some back and forth they decided that whenever she goes to shower she must leave her bedroom naked and return to her bedroom naked. It sounds like a simple rule, but the bathroom is about a five-second walk from her bedroom and she lives with her father still. So every time she has taken a shower in the past week there has been a small chance that her father would get a glimpse of her slender body, pale skin, perky bouncy boobs, tight round butt, and her smooth waxed pussy.

So far she has been careful to only shower while her dad isn't home, but if she is being honest with herself that has taken some of the daring fun out of the rule. She wants more.

She types out a message to send to her online friend. "Excuse me, Sir, this silly little slut was wondering if maybe you would pretty please give me another rule. The last one you gave me is fun but I am ready for another one."

While she waits for a reply she turns her attention back to her tv where some blonde is surrounded by six men and her face and tits are already covered in cum. Chloe's left hand moved to rub her pussy through her thin lavender panties while her right hand went to play with her nipples.

Chapter 3 - The Reply, part 1

Over two hours had passed since Chloe had sent the message to her new friend. In that time her gummy kicked in and she had two powerful, leg-shaking edges. The kind of edge where she was so close that a breeze could have sent her over the edge into a full-blown, eye-rolling, body-quivering, moaning, screaming, orgasm.

Luckily for her, there was no breeze. Chloe has managed to deny herself the wonder of that orgasm for nearly a month now. Chloe has found that she is happier when she is horny and when she denies herself like this she is always horny. Right now her panties are soaked and sticking to her body, but that is to be expected because she has been edging for nearly seven hours already and she has been wearing them the whole time.

What edging gives her is different. Edging makes even mundane tasks like grocery shopping exciting for her as her aroused mind wonders about every man she passes and fantasizes about how they would use her if given the chance.

She fantasizes that the husband with his wife would bend her over and take out his frustrations with his wife on her backside with a belt.

She fantasizes that the overweight man in the chip isle would tie her up under his desk and he would make her service him as he played computer games.

She fantasized about not having enough money and the cashier and manager taking her into the back to make her pay with her body and she fantasizes about the man in the parking lot forcing her into his truck.

Edging and orgasm denial sends her to bed with a smile on her face every night and wakes her up with a slick sticky mess on her thighs every morning. She loves it.

Edging has even made her more confident. Before becoming an edge slut she never used to have the confidence to talk to strangers about sex or send nudes to guys.

Before she started edging she was just a shy timid girl who spent her time playing Animal Crossing and The Sims. But edging is helping her see that she is more than just a shy timid girl. She is fuck meat. A living breathing sex toy. A doll for men to use and abuse. As far as she is concerned edging is helping her become what she was meant to be. Before edging she had no direction, and now she has purpose.

Her online friend understands that. He sees her as a silly little slut and he makes sure she knows that. All he cares about is using her to get himself off and he is training her to enjoy being used. When he got the request for a new rule he knew that he was doing a good job. He gave the request some thought and then sent her the following message.

"So slut, you want another rule? I have so many I could give you, but I don't think I will. These rules take thought, effort, and creativity to come up with. A stupid smooth-brained gooner like yourself probably can't understand those things. So, to simplify it for you, if you want another rule you are going to have to earn it.

Now close your mouth and stop drooling on your tits, and beg me to give you a chance to entertain me and then if you do a good enough job I MIGHT maybe consider giving you another rule."

Chloe's heart skipped a beat when she heard the familiar ding indicating a new notification, the message from her online friend. She had almost forgotten that she had sent a message and was awaiting a reply. She quickly pulled her sticky hand out of her panties, wiped her messy fingers on her blanket, and grabbed her laptop.

As she reached for her laptop she giggled to herself. She was so messy now, wiping her sticky cummy fingers on her blanket. She used to be so clean.

There was a time that whenever Chloe would masturbate she would do it naked and sitting on a towel so as to not get her clothes or bed messy. Now she revels in the mess. She always wears panties for the express purpose of making a mess in them and she wipes her messes on her blankets and sheets and pillows. She is surrounded by her own erotic filth and she loves it. Even most of the pens and markers on her desk have seen the inside of her pussy and were then returned to her desk without being cleaned.

She was grinning as she opened the new message on her laptop. As she read the message she found that her friend was right, her mouth was open and she had drool on her chin and tits. She closed her mouth and her smile widened. She loved that her friend knew her so well. She grabbed her blanket and wiped it on her face and chest mixing her drool with the mess from her fingers both spreading her mess and cleaning it at the same time.

Wearing just her big smile and dirty panties Chloe typed out a message to her friend. "Sir! You are so smart. How did you know I had been drooling on myself. See, that brain of yours is why I need you to make another rule for me. Pleaseeee. I need it. I can't make one up on my own. I need a smart person to tell me what to do, someone who knows how I should be treated. Please, I'll do something for you. Whatever you want."

Chloe had promised to do whatever her friend wanted, but the two of them had talked already about limits. He knew that she didn't want to get caught, that she didn't want to send pictures, that she wouldn't do anything that left long-lasting marks, and that she wasn't willing to do anything bathroom-related.

Of course, since those limits were established she has already sent him two pictures, one of her tits and another of her ass, and she has tasted her pee for him too. She found that the hornier she was the more flexible her limits became.

She didn't need faith or trust when she was horny. She knew that dominant people could tell her what her limits were. They would do the thinking for her so she didn't have to worry about enforcing her limits. She was happier without worrying about them, though she hasn't admitted that to her friend yet.

The reply came to her inbox quickly this time "Let me guess slut, you spent all day edging again didn't you."

"Yes, I did Sir. Are you mad?"

"No slut, I am very pleased. Good girl. And did you wear panties while you were edging?"

"Yes, I did! Some cute lavender panties that are soft and thin. Normally they look pale, almost white, but they are pretty wet now so they look closer to purple."

"Perfect. Are you ready to obey me slut? I am going to use you to get myself off and only after that can you have your new rule."

Without one single second of hesitation or thought Chloe enthusiastically typed out "YES SIR!"

Chapter 4 - The Reply, part 2

Chloe spent the next few minutes in a state of anxious arousal. Part of her was worried about what her friend might demand but another part of her was excited. She had discovered that she loved being told what to do. She hoped that he would respect her limits but she also hoped that he wouldn't.

The first time that she sent him a nude photo she felt a wave of arousal rushing through her like she never imagined possible. She had sent nudes before, but this was different. She didn't know this man and he didn't ask for it. He demanded it of her and in a state of submissive stupor she obeyed him. She didn't give him a photo of her ass, he took it from her with his words. Chloe has been a kinky girl for a long time, but that was her first taste of the true bliss of submission.

As she sat there fantasizing about what her task would be she rubbed small circles around her clit through the damp fabric of her panties. She hadn't thought to masturbate, it was just second nature to her now. The same can be said for the way that she was grinding her hips as she rubbed. She didn't even realize she was doing it until she was interrupted by that familiar ding sound notifying her of the new message.

She quickly focused on her laptop, desperate for the attention of her playmate. Desperate for him to push her buttons. He did not disappoint.

"You are a fucking toy slut. You exist to please me.

Right now I am in the mood to see you humiliated and degraded.

Get a cup and go to the bathroom. You are going to record a video for me.

Stand naked in the shower and piss into the cup then raise it up over your stupid slut head and your dump whore body and pour it slowly all over yourself.

And because I am so fucking nice I will allow you to wear your dirty purple panties as a mask to cover your face.

Be a good girl. Make me cum. Only then will I give you another rule."

Chloe's heart was racing. She'd never sent a lewd video before. She'd never even recorded one. She got up out of her bed and started walking to the kitchen. As she walked she wondered if she could do it.

In the kitchen, Chloe found a large wide-mouthed cup, one that would be easy to pee in. "Wait..." she thought. She hadn't even decided if she would or even could do this and already she was standing nearly naked in her kitchen holding the cup.

She started walking towards the bathroom, she could hardly feel her feet on the hardwood floors. As she walked she remembered the last time she had to taste her pee. She found it to be gross and didn't like it at all, but as she remembered it she was smiling. Despite not enjoying the task she remembered how proud her friend was. She remembered that she had helped him cum and she remembered how good she felt afterward.

Before she knew it she found herself standing in the bathroom naked with her panties in her hand. She didn't really remember taking them off, but she knew why. She pulled them over her head and covered her face with them as she was instructed. The scent of her arousal permeated her underwear and with every breath her brain turned off just a little bit more.

She looked into the mirror and saw how effective the 'mask' was at concealing her identity. It did cover some of her face, but her big brown eyes, most of her cheeks, and her distinct messy blue hair were still plainly visible. Anyone who knew her personally would find it a laughable attempt to hide her identity.

"It is better than nothing," she thought for a moment before taking a deep breath through her nose. As the smell of her pussy enveloped her she smiled wide and thought again, "Much better than nothing." Chloe loves the smell of her pussy. The taste too. She used to wonder if that made her weird but she doesn't concern herself with such trivial matters now.

With her phone propped up on the sink and set to record, Chloe stepped into the tub with her cup and faced the camera. She bowed her legs slightly and held the cup beneath her and stood there awkwardly. She had discovered last time her friend made her play with her pee that she was pee shy and the camera wasn't helping.

Her free hand played idly with her nipples before eventually reaching down between her thighs. She slid her fingertips through the folds and a moan escaped her lips. Her fingers continue to explore tracing their way forwards and back, plunging in and sliding out, and circling her clit. She doesn't know for how long she has been standing there but she does know that she feels so good. Eventually, it finally happens. She felt the pressure in her bladder and she managed to allow it to release.

The stream initially coated her fingers as they were in the way. A thought flashed in her mind that her pee was warmer than she expected, hot even. Then she spaced out until she felt that familiar heat again, this time on her hand that was holding the cup. She had filled it up completely and now it was overflowing. She tried to stop but she was unable. She kept pissing into the full cup until she couldn't pee anymore.

She pulled the cup from between her legs and looked at it. Even through the delightful pussy perfumed scent of her panties she could smell the salty liquid. For a moment she felt dread and doubt about if she could do this but she kept on raising the cup higher until it was over her head. Once it was out of sight her confidence in her ability to do this task for her friend was renewed.

And right then she realized that she had decided to do it. It might sound stupid for her to only just now realize, but she had thought that she was still considering if she would or could do this. In her mind, she found herself in the kitchen grabbing a cup and she found herself standing naked in front of the mirror and she found herself standing in the tub with a cup full of pee. Only right then as that cup was held above her head did she make a conscious decision "Yes, I'll do it." Everything else was something more primal. It was instinct, training, submission. None of it was a decision.