Ms. Delia’s Edging A Halloween Story
It would be a night for edging and power! Delia stood in front of the door, her body tense with excitement. It was FINALLY Halloween. She had set her trap (an advertisement for a repair) and knew they would come to her. She could hear the man’s footsteps approaching, each one a drumbeat in her ears.
Unending Halloween Edging
The worn-down house around her creaked with anticipation, its walls covered in the marks of countless men who had fallen prey to her charms.
She had lived in this run-down home for as long as she could remember. It had been her sanctuary, a place where she could unleash her magical powers without fear of being discovered. And men were drawn to her like moths to a flame, their desire for her overwhelming their senses.
A Man is Drawn To Ms. Delia
Delia smiled, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she heard the knock on the door. She took a deep breath, letting the power within her surge through her veins, her eyes glowing with a supernatural light.
“Come in,” she called out, her voice laced with a seductive tone.
The door swung open, revealing the man standing in front of her. He was tall and muscular, his dark hair framing his handsome face. His eyes widened in surprise as he took in Delia’s appearance.
She was dressed simply in a purple skirt and white blouse, and her long dark dirty blondewas pulled back into a messy low barette. Her skin luminous in the dim light of the shabby living room and she applied her lipstick as he walked in. And her eyes, they were what made him gasp. They seemed to hold him in a trance, drawing him closer to her.
“Hello,” she purred, her voice like velvet.
The man stepped inside, his eyes never leaving her. Delia closed the door behind him, the sound echoing through the empty halls, and he saw the dilapidated home.
“What can I do for you?” she asked, her voice dripping with honey.
Come Into My Web Says Ms. Delia
“I saw your ad,” the man said, his voice slightly shaky. “For help with renovations.”
Delia’s smile widened, and her fingers traced the edge of the door as she leaned against it. “Of course, I can always use some help around here.”
The man’s eyes flickered to the walls, and his gaze took in the countless marks and scratches that covered them. Delia could see the fear in his eyes, mixed with a hint of desire, and smiled to herself as she felt her powers starting to strengthen.
“Do you live alone?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Delia chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down the man’s spine. “Yes, I do. But I always have guests.”
The man’s eyes widened in confusion, but before he could say anything, Delia took his hand and led him down the hallway.
A Tour of the Supernatural House
“Let me show you around,” she said, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.
The man followed obediently, his steps faltering as he took in the bizarre sights around him. The walls were covered in chains, some hanging from the ceilings, others tied to the walls. And there were men, countless men, moaning and begging for release.
Delia could feel the man’s arousal growing, his desire fueling her own. She could see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Who are they?” he asked, his voice trembling.
“They are my guests,” Delia said, her voice taking on a dark edge.
She led him to the end of the hallway, where there was a door marked with a red X. She pushed it open, revealing a room filled with chains and restraints.
“What is this?” the man asked, his eyes wide with fear.
“This is where I keep my permanent guests. However, you will not be here permanently, but will be here just to amuse me tonight,” Delia said, her voice cold and calculating.
The man tried to back away, but Delia’s grip on his hand tightened, stopping him in his tracks.
“Please,” he begged, his voice desperate. “Let me go.”
Delia chuckled, the sound chilling to the man’s ears. “Oh, I will let you go. However, I will torment you first. After all, I need to have my fun with you. So, you must follow me.”
She pushed him into the room, the sound of chains clinking filling the air. The man stumbled, his hands reaching out to grab onto something for support.
“Please,” he begged again, his voice filled with terror.
Edging Men Gives Delia Power
But Delia was already in front of him, her hands running down his chest. She could feel the power within her growing, fueled by the man’s fear and desire. Edging was her art and she was going to show him.
“Please,” he begged one more time, his body trembling under her touch.
Delia smiled, her lips brushing against his as she whispered in his ear. “Begging for release is what I do best.”
And with that, she pushed him onto the bed, her hands working quickly to restrain him with the chains. The man struggled against his restraints, and his eyes filled with both fear and arousal.
Delia stood over him, her eyes glowing with power as she started her ritual. She moved her hands over his body, touching and teasing, driving him to the brink of ecstasy, edging him over and over again. “I need to boost my power. Therefore, I will take my power and pleasure from you.
Ms. Delia Gives him a Release But…
But just as he was about to reach his release, Delia stopped, leaving him writhing and begging for more.
“Please,” he cried out, his body shaking with need.
Delia smiled, her power growing with each of his pleas. She could see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his body straining against the chains.
“I will give you what you desire,” she whispered, her voice filled with promise. “But first, you must beg for it.”
The man’s pleas grew louder, his body trembling under her touch. Delia could feel his need, his desperation, and she reveled in it.
She leaned in, her lips brushed against his, and she whispered in his ear. “Beg for release, and I will give it to you.”
The man begged and pleaded, and his voice filled with desperation. Delia laughed and fed off of his edges over and over for hours. Finally, she gave him what he desired, sending him over the edge with a tormented scream of pleasure.
However, she didn’t stop there. After all, one orgasm was only a little power she could feed from. She continued to torment him, edging him to the brink of release over and over again. Then with each denial, she felt her power growing, her body thrumming with energy.
Finally, when she could take no more, she gave him his release, sending him into a state of pure ecstasy. He collapsed onto the bed, panting and spent, and his body trembled from the intensity of his orgasm.
Ms. Delia’s Lost for Power is Satisfied…for now
Delia stood over him, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. She had fed on his desire, his fear, and his pleasure, and she was stronger for it.
As she unchained him and led him out of the room, she could hear the cries and moans of her other guests, begging for their own release. And she knew that she would never tire of this game, this eternal cycle of feeding on men’s desires.
For Delia was a creature of supernatural power, a succubus who thrived on the edging of men, and she would never be satisfied. And as long as her home stood, there would always be men knocking on her door, begging for release.
Always Beg for Mistress Delia and ask me to edge you over and over and over…..
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