It Is OK.

walking around the house trying to do normal things with my clit clamped 😭 it hurts and hearing the bell jingle anytime I move is so embarrassingffff

it is so rewarding to turn a very smart woman into a stupid, edge addicted girl. she truly is capable of amazing things and i have watched her achieve great heights but she readily throws that off to the side to be a mindless whore for me<3

Reading your blog has me so horny. I just want to edge and drip while reading your posts and never ever cum

aww 💕 you should know, tho...

it'll make you worse. those kinks you already have? get ready for them to go up to 11. those kinks you don't think you have? get ready to get them.

it'll make you needy. other people's attention will be like a drug. you'll be dying for their approval.

it'll make you dumb. you will have the kind of empty mind a Buddhist initiate dreams of.

you will lose time. one edge turns into ten turns into twenty... hours go by with your hand between your legs and you won't even notice.

most of all... you'll give up. on what, exactly, is impossible to say. maybe you'll give up on ever getting permission. maybe you'll give up your rights to cum whenever you want. or you'll give up on anything ever feeling as good as denial. or you'll give up the idea of being human entirely and become a pet thing mostly made of need. regardless, you will give up. you will give in. in so many ways.

enjoy 💕

Sometimes a girl just needs to be held… with one hand on her throat.. while she’s edged and made to admit her dark kinks while she cries.

It’s ok. Let it all out my good little toy.

There is something so remarkably delicious about consensually teasing a partner you care deeply for.    Sensing how they  become incredibly excited.  Savouring the paradoxical tension they feel.   Knowing their excitement rises  when they  feel powerful sensual submission  brought on when they offer hands to be bound.    

Feel the heart racing  as they are led to  feel increasingly vulnerable  when they are blindfolded.  The adrenaline courses through them as the sense of sight is restricted.   Inspiring deep tingling in places they know well as they  feel praise & humiliation desires  they weren’t fully aware of yet by telling them what a  beautiful little toy you are  as spit drips down their chin/body from wearing a cute ball gag.   All this while knowing they  faithfully touch & edge  themselves as instructed prior to seeing you.    

You  have incredibly deep feelings  of warm love and desire  when you realize how much  trust it  takes to  submit like this.   It’s like the more they  fantasize about it  the  deeper the connection  and love.  The deeper they connect the more they  fantasize about your submission.   Feel the rush.

Truly amazing.  

Slaps your cunt, slaps your cunts, slaps your cunt Slaps your cunt, slaps your cunts, slaps your cunt Slaps your cunt, slaps your cunts, slaps your cunt Slaps your cunt, slaps your cunts, slaps your cunt Slaps your cunt, slaps your cunts, slaps your cunt Slaps your cunt, slaps your cunts, slaps your cunt

💕my approach to becoming addicted to being an internet slut💕

step 1: make a porn blog

step 2: expose yourself on your porn blog and let it be public knowledge when youre horny

step 3: edge extra whenever you notice your follower count has increased

step 4: make it so that your pleasure is linked to the knowledge that all those people view you as nothing but a sex object and internet toy that exists to give them sexual gratification

step 5: repeat steps 2-4 until they’re automatic (:

...can't fault that logic.

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

 Attention, manipulation and degradation are your holy trilogy. Only the worst perversions tickle your itch. You know it takes him some time and effort to persuade you deeper into your little pit. He knows what you think about. He nurtures your disgusting fantasies. He assures you that you’re a dumb little girl, he ties you to his bed to lick and suck every inch of your body. You find this romantic, him tasting his property. Deep down you know he is only whetting his appetite.

You like it when he starts to get bossy, cruel, and controlling. It feels sweet when he micromanages you. He tells you to dye your hair and what panties to wear and that you’re never, ever, ever, allowed to cum without his permission. You’re led steadily with kisses, edges, rules and presents. Soon you’re never without your plug and collar. It’s been a year since you’ve cum, and may never again.

You respond to: slave, cunt, puppy, slut, and princess only. This bizarre- and some would argue negative attention gets you wet. You need it. You agreed to it, and you’ve always wanted it. You comply with his commands. To torture you is to spoil you. He understands this perfectly, and will ignore every false objection or bratty outburst. He knows that ‘no’ means ‘please’ and that you’ll always come to your senses after being fed an erection.

Your fixation with this control festers, you ache with need. You begin to melt. You understand this helpless and hellish sensation as bliss. Your little brain bends as your cunt is pierced shut and your asshole stretched. Your body is his. Him and his new girlfriend call you piggy, cunt, it, or doll. Still your mouth and cunt drip, eager to be stuffed, pumped full of warm lust or punctured, slapped. You only feel him in your ass now, only on the floor, or between the bars of your puppy crate. You only feel her, heavy and wet and reeking of sex, grinding on your face. His cock tastes like her cunt or your ass, kisses without the gag are rare. In the middle of the night you finally understand your place. Terrified, you writhe against the latex, your movement triggers your shock collar over and over again until you’re exhausted, still and asleep.

You wake up gagging on cock, quietly sobbing while fulfilling his needs.