I will never have an orgasm again

It happened I had my last orgasm, the final one and I have given up the idea of having one again.

During periods of denial, all my worries and anxieties always dissolve into sexual desire and cuteness while my feelings of sexiness and submission will continuously increase. Every time when the denial got lifted and I had a wonderful orgasm these feelings were gone.
The first day always felt strange, I missed the warm embrace from the burning desire inside. Don't get me wrong, I loved my orgasms but during the years I clearly became an edge-addict.

And during my year in denial Master planted an idea into my mind.
After I had several chances to cum and I denied everyone he told me that maybe he should never let me cum again. First I was shocked, but what if (just hypothetical) I would never never be allowed to have an orgasm again. Just edges. That keep me warm and fuzzy inside...
But it was just an idea, right? Just a nice little fantasy...
It was frightening and yet it aroused me more that I could ever put into words.
The idea began to grew roots.

For the last five years whenever Master put me in denial a small voice inside my head taunted me. What if...? Every time the roots grew stronger.
Slowly the idea had turned into my ultimate fantasy but I managed kept it nicely hidden and bottled up, at least I thought. It was my nirvana.

On 2nd and 3rd of January my Owners decided to run a little “experiment” on me.
How many edges will it take before I become stupid?
In this two days they managed to bring me to the brink of orgasm more than 500 times. Then they let it fade away until my cunt was frustrated just to start again. Over and over and over again.
In the evening of the second day I reached my breaking point, my brain was so flooded with lust that I couldn't think straight. This was the state Master wanted to have, I shouldn't think with my brain but with my cunt. My primal side took over.

The remaining 30 minutes, every time I reached an edge, he asked me if I want to cum.
I declined. Every single time.
Even my last orgasm had been seven months ago and I was so horny I still didn't want to lose my streak. I was just so happy with all the edges he gave me in that time and that made me feel so wonderful submissive. My brain screamed “yes” my cunt yelled “no”.

Then, just before midnight, Master bend forward so he could whisper in my ear that he knows about my nirvana and that he thought it would be time to let it become true. But not now, not today.

Instead he made me an offer. He would edge me one more time: I could either cum and show him that I'm not ready yet, or I could accept his offer. All I had to do is ask him to not let me cum. In that case he promised me one last orgasm, the final one, and after that I would neither cum nor feeling his cock stretching my tight cunt. Never again. I would be his little butt-slut-pet again, just like I was before I lost my virginity.
Then he forced his fingers back into my throbbing cunt and slowly began rubbing my insides again.
It felt like he was rubbing away my brain.

When I felt that I was getting closer my cunt had made up its mind. “Master...” “Yes?” “Master...” “Yes?” “...please...” I slammed my fist down. “Please don't let me cum.” Like I said, it was not a rational decision, my brain hadn't anything to do with it because my last few brain-cells were busy forming the words that doomed me. He pulled his fingers out of my cunt and let me suck them clean. I tasted my juices as he told me that he didn't expect anything else from his dedicated pet and while closing the crotch band of my chastity belt he praised how marvellous I did during the last two days. I'm his “good girl”.

My Owners joked about how much willpower I have until I come and beg them to let me have this last orgasm which was now hanging over my head like the sword of Damocles.
It was thrilling and I loved this risk.

It took just a week until I let the sword drop down. Mistress despises me, but even she was surprised how little self-control I showed.

I was browsing the nice denial threat that Hwrd started and added many edges to increase her frustration. Oh boy, got she frustrated.
But for every edge I gave her I added one edge to my counter as well. Oh boy, got I frustrated.
And this frustration in my nether region grew not just likewise but exponentially until I couldn't take it anymore - I wanted, no I needed, to cum.
Not for the pleasure of this orgasm but just to humiliate Hwrd by having an orgasm while she was so wonderfully horny. No matter the price I had to pay. I knew what it would cost me, but both of us were so incredibly needy and I wanted to taunt her. To rub this orgasm in her face.

When I crawled into the living room my Owners were looking at me in surprise. I'm not forbidden to leave the dungeon after 10pm but I hardly do.
I kneeled in front of Master and looked at him. I my heart was racing, I was panting like I had run a marathon and my skin felt like on fire. I wanted to tell him how needy I was and what I desperately needed, but all I manages was stuttering. He simply put a finger on my mouth, then touched my rock hard nipples and reached between my legs. He showed me his finger as evidence that my juices were already oozing through the holes in my belt. He told me that he could see why I was there. That I was ready for my very last orgasm. That it was obvious like it was written on my forehead. All I could do was nod. He lifted me up and carried me to the dungeon. I snuggled in his arms and while kissing passionately he lowered me onto the bed.

Master wanted to make this event special, something I will remember for the rest of my life.
He unlocked my crotch band and slowly squeezed his fat cock in my tight wet cunt. I smiled and closed my eyes as he pushed deeper, but he told me to look him in the eyes. I can still hear his words: "Don't close your eyes, pet. Look at me. I want you to look at me when you have your final orgasm." I shivered and let out a meek squeal when I came. "There it is. Good girl."
He gently pulled his cock out of my dripping hole and locked the belt again.
It was January 10th 2024 at 11:17pm when my ultimate fantasy finally became true.

He laid next to me and we cuddled while he explained what I have to expect now. I'm not gonna lie, I cried a bit, but at the same time I was overjoyed.

My cunt will never feel my Masters nice thick cock again since I never managed to handle a nice pounding without getting to sensitive. It's now reduced to decorative purposes and will be edged without mercy every day, maybe it will be some kind of lube-dispenser.
My anus won't be my primary fuck hole any more, it will be my only fuck hole. Plus my mouth of course. It will be like the time had turned back again to 2022, just before I had lost my virginity.
I got demoted from having three usable holes to two.

From now on I'll be "damned" to live in permanent denial as an anal-only-pet.
And most of the day my cunt will be imprisoned, locked behind unyielding steel.

My Owners think this is the best for me. And who I am to disagree?
Of course they still own my orgasms and could order me to cum, but promised that they'll never let this happen ever again. And they always keep their promises. If I ever cum, not matter why, it will be a profound insult to my Master, worse than spitting in his face.
I would never do that.

I'm a good pet, Masters "good girl".
And good girls don't cum.