Edging for Dear Mistress

I like to edge sometimes. Stroke my cock right up until the point when Im about to cum then stop, thereby delaying my pleasure. I've done this many times but I always give in to the pleasure by the fifth time. But today would be different. Today Mistress Moana requested that I edge all day, then cum in the shower at nighttime. I thought it would be easy, but after 5, 6, 7 times, it was becoming increasingly more difficult. I would clench my toes, close my eyes...anything to stop the feeling. Each time I would stroke myself, I would look at her picture. She didn't request this, but she is so beautiful, I wanted to look at her. I could almost feel her smiling, smirking actually, knowing how she was pleasuring me with this torture. All day, I tried to work and do other things, but my only focus became stroking my cock and then edging. I know I did this much more frequently than she stated, but I was obsessed with this exercise, with pleasing her. I wanted most to please her. I fantasize about meeting her and the torturous pleasure she can bestow upon me. She has a box of dildos and straps and nipple clips and all sorts of toys that she can use on me. These are the things I thought about as I stroked myself - all day. I could concentrate on nothing but touching myself, but I was not allowed to cum. It's crazy when you really think about it. I never met her. She directs me online, she has no idea if I really edged all day or came on the first shot, and I could say anything...but I don't. Why would I? I want to serve her. I want to please her. I want to see if I am capable of meeting her expectations. And as the day progresses, I stroke myself to the edge, then back off. The time to get there gets shorter and shorter. Can I really do this? I imagine being on my knees looking up at her and the man she picked out for me. She knows I fantasize about sucking cock, but also knows that I am afraid to do it, to experience something taboo; so she has decided to help me. She found a hot guy for me. He's of similar build to me: tall and thin, muscular and in shape. She says to me, "Blu, open his pants." I don't move. "Blu, open his fucking pants NOW!" Omg, this edging thing is becoming so hard for me. I don't want to cum yet, but my imagination is running wild. My mistress knows me well and wants to feed my desires, while at the same time, she wants me to feed her's, to give her the power she desires. I want that too... I'm about to cum. "Noooooo," hold off, just another hour. Somehow I manage to suppress the urge to cum. I'm in the shower and I know what that means, I get to cum, but more importantly, it means that I succeeded in meeting my Mistress' expectations. The feeling of cumming is intense. I am up on my tippy toes and my face is against the shower wall. I am cumming in my hand. Spurt after spurt, my cum fills my hand. I open my eyes and look at it. I bring my hand to my face and lick my cum, a little at first and then I tilt my head back and pour it in. Im swishing my cum around my mouth, getting its flavor everywhere, then I swallow it. There's still some cum left in my hand, so I smear it all over my face. I finish my shower. The cum on my face naturally washes off, but the smell, the taste of cum - it remains on my breathe. Even when I awoke the next morning, I could taste my cum - and I loved it!