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There’s that little twinge again...

You’ve tried to fight it, but it just returns even stronger. You know that tiny itch in the back of your mind…. That pulls your attention between your legs. It needs your attention, Again. Just don’t think about it. Don’t touch yourself. Again. Don’t think about rubbing and feeling that tingle in just the way that you know makes you sink deeper now.

Be a good girl

Omg pillow hypnosis where they make you hump your pillow and hump your mind away yes please

Ongoing Benefits of Mindless Edging and Denial...

I'm always horny... I mean really. All. The. Time.

I feel decidedly docile and humble...

...which makes me feel even more deliciously submissive.

I am always ready to be used. Literally. Anyone that messages me can just use me. They don't even need to ask.

I am instantly ready to edge... because I am consistently wet.

I am more responsive to your suggestions...

My hunger to serve you is deeper and I am more pliant.

I am ready to sink lower and lower as you degrade me... its a crazy delicious spiral.

I am tingling all the time and playing with my nipples feels like I'm going to cum... fuck!

All this means I can take a lot more punishment. I can hit myself harder, slap myself more, choke myself further... gosh that's hot

I could go on...

finnnally gettinn to tha part of edging where keeping being ambiently turned on is more desirable than cumming

Tumblr has taught me to edge. i am learning to crave the mindless effects of edging. i love how it make me more depraved. i have been edging all weekend!

Edging

At first I thought that edging was just a silly game, but now I can see the effects that it has on me.

Thanks to Tumblr I started edging on my knees, on the floor with my tongue out, all naked, drooling and humiliating myself.

This is making me more and more depraved, and I’m starting to like kinks that I used to find disgusting.

It actually makes me feel dumber, my head feels all fuzzy and there is always a part of me that is thinking about edging. I’m constantly leaking and getting wet, so wet that I can feel my wetness ruining my panties.

I think Im getting dirtier and sluttier every day, and its so fucking hot

Just consider being made to rub and edge. How would that feel now. Conditioning yourself to practically stay at least a little horny all the time. Day in day out. This persistent sense of neediness becomes you. A cute toy for me. Such a good girl. A little wet will be your default now. That warm feeling buzzing in the background of your mind is exquisite. Ggdc

I want a man to turn me into his personal porn. Fetishize my identity, my orientation, my mental illness and turn me into a stereotype because it gets him hard. Dress me up and tell me how to act. Objectify me and turn me into a sex object.

Imagine you enjoy being made to rub and edge. First thing when you wake before you even get out of bed. Perhaps with fingers perhaps use a pillow.. This starts a day off properly and ensures correct mindset. Continuing you will touch yourself until wet at least every few hours. Set a timer to ensure you do so. This will build a habit that eventually needs no reminder… Hands just move.. fingers reflexively touch every few hours throughout the day. Keeping yourself a little needy.. just a little wet.

Thats how you will be.. sensitive, wet, desperate... Puffy and slick will become your default.. maybe you cancel plans just to stay in and edge for me. Becoming consumed with being such a good girl.. an obedient cute little edge toy. The ideal play thing. Growing to love and look forward to consistently pleasing as such. Edge last thing before you drift off at night. This could be with your fingers or grinding on a pillow. You will ensure your mind is conditioned even as you sleep at night. Growing more addicted to this pleasure. The possibilities are limited only by imagination.

finding an enabler is so much fun like woops hahaha you’re encouraging me to enjoy things i shouldn’t hahaha sure hope this doesn’t get out of control

Sadists are wierd because if you look up at them with teary red eyes, mascara running down your face, whimpering, crying and begging them, it just gets them harder, more exciting and makes them want to do more of whatever is causing your distress….

It’s me. I’m sadists.

I decide to train you to get to an edge instantly.

I hold up a dog training clicker and tell you to start playing with yourself and stop as soon as you get to an edge. It takes a few minutes but you pull your hand away in time. The second you do.

*Click*

"Good Girl. Edge again."

You start to edge again. It takes half the time but you yank your hands away.

*Click*

"Good Girl." I pat your head. "Go again."

It only takes seconds.

*Click*

"Good Girl. Again."

You go again, but you're too close and ruin. I slap your ass instantly.

"Edge again."

You whimper. It takes you a long time but

*Click*

"Good Girl. Again."

Ten times in a day.

*Click*

"Good Girl."

*Click*

"Good Girl."

We do it again the next day. When you edge you hear a click and get told good girl. If you ruin or cum a slap on your ass or hole.

Again, every day for a month.

*Click*

"Good Girl."

You hear it in your sleep.

One day we're having breakfast. You reach for a spoon and *Click*, your body jerks and you're on the edge, about to cum.

*Click*

You clench and you're making a mess in your clean clothes.

*Click*

*Click*

You are begging to cum.

*Click*

"Good Girl."

oh. my. god!!

i think i need this. i need to be trained, i need my arousal to be under the control of my superiors, and i need to feel utterly powerless like this <3

i love this fantasy, thank you so much ^^

I don't think a lotta people realize the subtler side of mental conditioning kink. It's not all instantly dropping for cock, it's not all consuming.

Sometimes it's about thinking the phrase "big silly boobies!" out of nowhere. Sometimes it's a nagging voice that makes you feel like you forgot to do something, like it was really important - and then you realize that's your desire to bend over and get fucked. Sometimes it's not being in the mood at all but scrolling tumblr anyway until something ramps you up.

Today I finished lunch, and I thought "I should go edge in the car". But it was a distant thought. I didn't follow it. I wanted to sit in the building lobby and look at my phone instead.

But the urge didn't go away. Instead the thought plucked and plucked at me. My lunch break ended, but the thought was still there. Finally I gave in and went to the bathroom to edge instead.

And like. Omg. It just feels so much better. Like soooo much better. I thought while edging "I should have my titties out!" and as soon as I gave into that too it felt so good. I can't explain what's happening to me. Like I know in the back of my mind but the words aren't there. I just wanna talk about my slutty bouncy boobies and be like this forever. I wanna be a dumb slut forever. A silly fuckdoll. A bubbly brainless bimbo 💖💖💖

Anyway so yeah its all like way more of a trip than the stories. There's just like so much more to it and I wish every girl could experience it because it's like the absolute funnest!

Pathetic fuck toy is edging awake. Naked in bed. Vibe on clit. Drippy cunt. Pathetic fuck toy hasn’t cum for 546 days

I don’t even wanna be fucked I just want to be your party accessory?? Like bring me to your friends house dressed like a slut on a collar and leash. Keep me cuddled up at your feet in front of you while you talk about important things and I play with my pink DS (I used to play Pokémon and Nintendogs on mine as a little girl and I bought a new one a couple years ago that makes me regress like crazy). Occasionally pet me with your foot, or tug on my leash so I sit up on my knees so you can kiss me, stoke my face, stick a couple fingers in my mouth and tell me I’m being a good girl. Your friends can touch me if they want, in the same way they ask to pet cute dogs. I’m just an animal, and you know who should touch me better than I do anyway.

Wokeup so horny had to rub my pussy so much so good to rub and drift and rub my pussy rub my brains out rub my pussy rub my brainsout 3ub my pussy rub my rains out brainwashing is good for me brqin2ashing is pleasure brainwashing is good gor me brainwashing is pleadire

You enjoy being mindlessly horny… You enjoy being close to the edge… You enjoy needing permission…

Embrace it.

Notice:

It is now your time for random hole inspection. All a part of your training feedback loop. Immediately report condition of holes to receive prescription to ensure proper behavior.

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

I don’t need to cum I need to serve

Mind: BLANK

Emotions: OFF

Resistance: GONE

Tits: OUT

Pussy: WET

::toy ready for programming::

Sure, finding a girl who’s already dumb and submissive is great, but finding a smart, independent, headstrong girl and slowly conditioning her to be compliant, dependent, and stupid? Top tier 🩷

Broken toys can be the most precious

You’re so broken. You can’t even cum without watching the most fucked up and degrading porn, can you? Good girl. I’m going to break you even further.

They say that all good things cum to an end... Fortunately you will never be quite THAT good... Listen lovingly Edge endlessly Obey openly Obedience is Pleasure Enslavement is Bliss Slip on a pair...and slip deeper under My spell

Think about how it feels when the head of his cock pops into your tight, unfucked asshole for the first time. For you, the stretching your hole is forced to do is so painful it can bring you to tears. But for him, his cock is being squeezed and stroked in a way he can't achieve without you. He feels intense pleasure and the desire to push his cock deeper and deeper. This is a natural example of why his pleasure comes before yours.

Think about how your first reaction to his cock invading your asshole is to tense up, tighten your hole even more, cry and beg him to stop, "no please it hurts." Your crying about your pain just makes his cock harder, grow bigger inside the hole he already barely fits inside, makes him want to fuck you harder and deeper in spite of your pain. This is a natural example of why his pleasure comes before yours.

Because you can't help but cry and beg for mercy, and he can't help spreading your ass open as much as he can and pushing his cock deeper inside. Both of you are just doing what you're naturally programmed to do. He fucks, you get fucked.

In spite of the pain coming from your now stretched and pounded asshole, your empty pussy is literally dripping with need. To you, it's begging for him to fuck it instead of your ass but to him, it's confirmation that you love how he's changing your new fuckhole forever. He can choose to give you some of his pleasure, play with your swollen clit to help you relax and find the joy in being an anal slut. But this is his choice, and this is a natural example of why his pleasure comes before yours.

And eventually, you learn that it really does feel good when he forces the length of his cock up your ass. You feel full, useful, needed. He needs to fuck your asshole and you need to let him. This is your natural place.

Baby, I won’t be happy until you’re crawling on the floor with your leash in my hand like that pretty, pathetic pet you are. Show me how much you’d degrade yourself just to have me use your body for pleasure

“Do you want to cum?” He asked the girl writhing on the floor as another edge washed over her.

All she managed in response was a sound that can only be described as half moan, half whimper.

“How long have you been edging?”

“I don’t know.” She huffed. Her eyes floated and rolled as her fingers continued to rub her swollen red clit.

Amused, he asked, “Well, when did you start?”

“2:00”

He flicked his wrist to check the time. “You’ve been edging for three hours? Straight?” Another gasp as yet another edge rocked her body. “Yeah you do want to cum. Don’t you?”

“Yes Master, please!” The hope of an orgasm brought her from the fog of edging and desperation flooded her eyes. “Please Master! Please can I cum?”

“Yeah, you want to cum.” He crooned. Of course you want cummies. Look at what a mess you are. Three hours of edging! You’ve soaked the bed beneath you. But cunts don’t cum. Do they?”

“No Master.” She pouted. Cunts don’t cum.” Her fingers fell from her dripping cunt.

“Don’t stop” he warned and gave her that look, the one that always earned immediate obedience. When her sticky fingers again returned to pleasure, he continued. “Cunts don’t cum.”

“Yes Master. Cunts don’t cum.” She repeated the mantra.

“Cunts don’t cum.” He said, his voice deep and soothing, hypnotic even.

“Cunts don’t cum.” She repeated, not yet falling into the trance, still too desperate for an orgasm.

“And what are you?”

“I’m a cunt. I’m your cunt, Master.” She whined as she let another orgasm literally slip through her fingers, dancing on the edge.

“Yes. That’s right. You’re a cunt. My cunt. Cunts don’t cum.”

“Cunts don’t cum.” She confirmed. “Cunts don’t cum. Cunts never cum. Edge only.”

“Say it again.” His voice soothing and deep.

She started to fall into his words. Soothing and deep. Deep like the fog. Falling deep into the fog. “Cunts don’t cum. Edge only.”

“Not yet. I want you desperate a little longer. Cunts don’t cum.” He pulled her back from the fog of trance, just a little. Lucid but foggy. Desperate but dropping. “My cunt, why don’t cunts cum?” He asked.

Puzzled, and wanting to fall into the bliss of trance, she didn’t know how to answer. Her fingers continued rubbing her aching clit, sliding gently into her slippery hole, spreading her arousal across her smooth lips and thighs. “Because Master said so.”

“Good cunt. Obedient cunt. But why? Why don’t cunts cum?”

He pinched and twisted her pierced nipple, and bent to flick his tongue across the other. Another edge. His lips vibrated against her nipple as he growled his pleasure while she shook in frustration as the edge consumed her. As she edged, his pleasured moans competing against hers caught her attention.

He stood straight but continued to pinch and twist her nipples. She saw his cock growing hard in his pants, pressed against his zipper, and she knew. “Cunt edges for Master. Cunt edges in devotion to Master.”

“Yesss!” He sighed and freed his cock, taking it in hand and stroking it before her. “Every edge is an offering to me, your Master. Edge for me, my cunt.”

“Cunts don’t cum.” She said again in desperation. Her fingers barely even grazing her sensitive, desperate clit to another edge.

“Cunts don’t cum.” He repeated, his voice soothing and hypnotic again. Taking her down into the fog. “Cunts don’t cum. Edge for Master.” He continued to stroke his cock, pumping his hand rhythmically to his words.

“Cunts don’t cum. Edge for Master. Edge forever.” She embraced the fog. Embraced each edge. Welcomed the waves of escaping pleasure as a sacrifice to her Owner, her Master, the love of her life. The fog of trance swirling with his words, as she fell deeper into her own arousal. Each edge taking her deeper.

He stroked himself to the orgasm she wouldn’t have. His own sticky cum spilled from his cock, landing on her sticky fingers at her cunt as they brought on yet another edge. She continued to repeat his words. “Cunts don’t cum. Edge for Master. Edge forever.”

Sated, he slowly brought her out of the fog. Lifting her gently from trance. Counting up to clear the smoke, breathing deeply to think clearly. As the mists of trance disappeared, the ache in her denied cunt intensified. With her mind clouded only by the intense need to orgasm, the trance fully behind her, his fingers joined hers, dancing across her clit, plunging deep inside her, mixing his cum with her sticky arousal. He asked again, “Do you want to cum, my cunt?”

“No Master. Cunts don’t cum. Edge only.”

Force me to drink a bunch of water and then not let me pee. Tell me if I wet myself, I’ll be punished terribly. Then proceed to rape and beat me over and over again. With toys, with your cock… It’ll hurt so much more when I’m raped with my bladder full. Don’t stop until I piss myself and then punish me for being such a disgusting little slut who can’t follow simple orders.

my daily mantras:

i am not a person. i am an object for use. i exist to be used, fucked, and degraded. i am a toy, a fleshlight, a brainless piece of fuckmeat. i need all of my holes filled with cock and cum. i exist to serve. i am nothing if i am not being fucked and/or preparing myself to be fucked. i edge to dumb myself down and i brainwash myself to serve my true purpose. i must take cock in every hole as often as possible, especially my ass

Finger me fast and hard in exactly the way you know is going to make me squirt over and over again. Then tell me what a messy, disappointing little girl I am. You can’t believe that getting played with made me wet the bed again. Clearly you’re going to have to punish me really harshly this time because I’m such a pathetic mess who just won’t learn her lesson. You don’t like having to hurt me but there’s no other way to get through to such a stupid, helpless little thing. If I could just hold it like a good girl you wouldn’t have to make me cry

Current Mood

Ruin my life.

Decide, before you even *officially* meet me, that you’re going to break my soul, take away my intelligence, ruin any feminist beliefs I have and destroy who I am as a person.

Worm your way into my life and into my mind.

Make me trust you and confide in you, let me tell you my darkest fantasies and make them my reality.

Take away my sweaters and cardigans and replace them with too tight and low tops and skirts so short the barely cover my ass. 

Make me a junkie whore. Make me addicted to drugs and sex. Make me fuck anyone who moves just to get my fix. 

Make me a shell of who I used to be.