I’m bare on the cold dungeon chair, thighs trembling as cool air teases my dripping wet pussy. The wand hums in my shaky hand—its power makes my clit throb, nipples hard from chill and nerves. You commanded “Edge 8 times… then cum.” Fail once? Ruin it—yank away at the peak, clench, let the orgasm slip away. I’ve never edged 8x before… Pressing it to my swollen clit, a gentle buzz… breath hitches, back arches. “One…” Pleasure surges—I pull back at the brink, thighs squeezing, toes curling, lip bitten raw. No release. Again. Tension coils tighter. Pussy glistens, soaking the seat. Fingers tremble—three… four… five… six… each edge sharper, more desperate. By the end, one touch nearly shatters me. But I can’t! Did good girl Mila obey and cum as reward? Or fail and ruin it for you? Tell me…