I'm here to give you something better than an orgasm: ball aching denial.  You're going to edge for me -- and edge, and edge, and edge, until you're dripping. Throbbing. Aching. Desperate to cum. Edging until you can't take another second, until the need to cum overwhelms you, and you're begging for mercy. And then you're going to edge again. Edged into oblivion, edged into denial, edged into blue balls; that's the fate of your cock today. I know a long edging marathon is enough to make your balls ache, but I'm going to make this JOI session even more excruciating. With each edging interval, your cock will receive just a little bit less stimulation. You'll start out beating that dick, hard and fast, rushing towards the point of no return...until I snap my fingers, and whisper "hands off!"  The next edge will be just a little bit slower. And the next, slower still. Each interval progressively makes you more denied, more desperate, dripping and dripping and begging for release. By the end, you won't be allowed to use your hands at all. You're in for an agonizing masturbatory march towards denial. (Although, I might be really evil and throw in some surprises to torment you along the way.) Don't think about the frustration that you're soon to suffer. Don't think at all. Just stare at my hips, my tits, my teasing words and body, and jerk just as I say...