Is This A Bad Time To  drift Into Fantasy?  Is It Bad That You  consent To My Desire  because You

You know

That fantasy you drift to in your mind when you want to  touch yourself.  You’re not sure if you want to  touch yourself  now but you  keep thinking about it  .   You know when you  think about will you  edge yourself,  it always makes those thoughts stir deep inside you.   They stir when you think about how edging makes you feel and what that means for your satisfaction.  Edging is exciting for you, good for you and fun.  Learning this is exciting.  We all have memories of things we’ve learned, and maybe you can even remember your very earliest memory of learning, when you learned what it was like to learn. Maybe you were with a group of people or with someone older, but in that moment, you knew what it was like to learn, and everything seemed right. It sounded true, and it felt real. In a lot of ways, it’s like  this voice  a voice of experience and support. So when you think about what it is you’re going to learn, and you listen, you can hear  this voice  … and if you listen… really listen… you can hear  this voice  right now… speaking to you, right from the very center of who you are. This is your voice of experience and support. I have a voice like that, and you have  this voice  too… and even in the quiet moments of your thoughts, you can always  hear this voice … guiding you, protecting you and keeping you from harm.

Edging 101 - Why You Should Edge

This post is in response to a few questions I’ve received on my blog. I’ve taken inspiration from a great post @littlemisssubshine made on orgasm denial, which is well worth reading. As I focus more on edging rather than denial, I think there’s room for both posts. If you’ve ever wondered why you should try edging, read on..

What is Edging?

Edging is where you’re deeply aroused and close to cumming, but you hold back before you orgasm. It can be done physically with fingers/toys/another person, or mentally, with porn/audio/erotic stories. The idea is you overwhelm yourself to the point of near sexual release, without going over the edge and experiencing any refractory period, drop in pleasure or sensitivity, allowing you to build and build your excitement and enjoying your constant arousal and lust.  To enjoy an edging session, you’ll have to let your arousal wind down a little after reaching the edge before bringing it back up again. There is no hard and fast rule as to how long you should take between edges. You can wait seconds, minutes, hours (going about your day before continuing), or just maintaining your level of stimulation to keep on the edge, without tipping over and accidentally cumming.

Edging broadly be broken down into:

Soft Edging 

Holding back at the first hint, or “Echo” of an orgasm, by removing all stimulation. This is better for those who have tried edging before and struggled to stop themselves from accidentally cumming. Depending on how well you know your body, you might not be able to feel the signals that you’re getting too close, and stopping at the first sign will allow you to build back up after.

This isn’t a bad thing, as this means you’re clearly in touch with your body and know how to give yourself pleasure, which is very important later on. Starting here and learning to edge like this will let you learn to listen to your pussy and allow you to change how you play, knowing when you can play for longer to increase your pleasure, or when you’re too close and risking tipping over. Every woman I’ve taught how to edge who struggled at first, started here, and all have been able to progress to hard edging. 

Hard Edging

Letting yourself continue well beyond that first tremor, right up until you feel like the slightest extra rub will send you crashing into an orgasm, and holding back at that point. This is better for those who have edged before as being at “The Edge” can feel like walking a tightrope, where the slightest misstep can send you over. After edging a few times, you have a greater sense of what your body is telling you, and that tightrope becomes a plank, which over time becomes a field, allowing you more room to play, to know precisely how much you can enjoy.

This is the method for how you’re able to fully explore every corner of edging and how much stimulation you can give your body, and how people who REALLY enjoy it, get so much pleasure out of it. 

Why do people who like it, enjoy it so much?

This is the question I’ve been asked the most since starting this blog, from people who can see edging/gooning blogs with posts about how “Dumb”, “Blank” and “Edged” the owners are, babbling about how good they feel.  1 - When you edge for a while your body releases dopamine, the feel-good endorphin. While you’re rubbing and squirming away, your brain starts releasing this in anticipation of the orgasm it doesn’t know you’re not-ready-to-give-it yet, and this is where the “Dumb/Blank” feeling comes from. Imagine the feeling when you’re close to cumming and your whole body is in desperation, and you’re about to tip over, but stretched out for as long as you want it.. The longer you spend on the edge, the more dopamine is released, leaving you swimming in this blissed-out feeling. If you’ve ever had mind blowing sex where you’re left unable to think afterwards, just floating there, ready to drift off and sleep, THIS is that same feeling x 1000, as you’re able to control how intense it is and how long you can experience it for.

2 - You’re able to incorporate as many toys and parts of your body as you enjoy playing with. If you enjoy a plug in your arse while getting fucked, but only masturbate with a rabbit vibrator, imagine how good it would feel edging with your plug in at the same time, that fullness bringing a new dimension to how it all feels, increasing the sensitivity of your body. It can also be fun to see how overstimulated you get without tipping over, with a toy in your arse, your pussy, on your clit and even on your nipples. However, just like you wouldn’t masturbate by immediately putting you wand on your clit on the highest setting and need to nurture and build up your pleasure, over-stimulation doesn’t get you as satisfied and deep in that edged headspace as other things can.. As there are simple ways of building up separate orgasms at the same time using different toys on different parts of the body, building to the edge of those different orgasms at the same time and edging them together brings an even GREATER dopamine reward, which feels even better due to stimulating mulitple erogenous zones at the same time. This is what my posts on Stacking Edges cover.

The Biggest Reason you Should Edge at Least Once

3 - It makes your orgasms MUCH more powerful. The biggest misconception with edging is that it’s all about denial, and never cumming again. I disagree. For me, edging is ALL about the orgasm. Edging makes your eventual orgasm feel better with much harder contractions, due to your clit being all swollen and sensitive due to playing so long, your pussy being so wet, and the psychological factors of teasing yourself, all coupled with that dopamine reward. It’s true that edging regularly and not cumming after will let you get even deeper into your edged-out headspace every time, but this isn’t for everyone, and doesn’t mean that those girls who love to cum should be deprived. When you’re ready to cum, the orgasm will be far more intense than a regular orgasm. Even reaching the edge and holding back once before allowing yourself to cum will result in a better orgasm. But, trying all these new ways to edge and letting yourself cum after each one results in bigger and more intense orgasms, so what have you got to lose?

Next time, I’ll give some edging tips.

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.

It truly is a win for everyone. Rejoice and live your best life.

I do find like mindless, sexiness in cleaning that I never truly had before. I used to hate it. Now I enjoy it. I used to balk at traditional housewife things. Now I love them. I never liked pink or flowers or being girly. Now I do!

It's quite fun to see and feel these sorts of changes bc really they're just helping me be better... and not only do I get really aroused, the house gets clean too!

I love the mindfuck

“Beg me not to let you cum, slut”

“Tell me you don’t want to cum”

“Tell me what you are?” “A good girl” “And what don’t good girls do?” “Good girls don’t cum, Sir”

“Beg me to not let you have any relief. Convince me that an orgasm is the last thing you want” 

“Tell me all the reasons why you don’t want to cum, whore”

Nothing gets me horny and desperate to cum than having to edge relentlessly and say that I don’t want to

“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.”

currently i keep thinking about being programmed by a hypnotherapist; them using their hypnosis to “help” you, while they actually just turn you into a dumb, mindless slut for them. rebuilding and reshaping your mind, making you more and more dependent on them until you leave your life behind and turn into nothing but their pet, their good toy for them to use whenever and however they please. just the thought of having your mind melted slowly but surely, all while thinking they’d never do anything like that is just so hot to me. even better when you slowly notice the ideas and fantasies that have been planted in your mind, thinking that the idea of being a mindless plaything has always been a part of you.♡

i am such a sucker for that concept istg.

the truly wonderful thing about being denied is losing all sense of self-respect. you no longer think about what is considered “modest” or “appropriate”. when you haven’t been permitted to edge or orgasm for days, weeks, months, filthy thoughts of intense arousal are the only things that fill your otherwise empty head. you can’t stop yourself from dripping from your pathetically eager cunt, even when you haven’t touched recently. you drip in public, a subtle reminder (or not so subtle depending on how much and how often you drip) that you are a sex driven toy, a slave to someone else’s whims. you’d do anything for an opportunity to rub your engorged clit. you’d humiliate yourself for a chance to have a finger, possibly two inside your sloppy pussy for just a second. you’d do unspeakable things in public, around people going about their everyday lives. you’d insert any object your master or owner desires into your own holes just to amuse him. you’d wear demeaning, revealing outfits, clothes that, before, you couldn’t imagine wearing at all, in order to please him. after all, HE is the one who controls your body now. and even if, after all this, he still decides not to let you touch, you do nothing but quietly continue to endure your suffering. you wait for the next opportunity to entertain him and maybe then, maybe, he’ll think about giving you some slack.

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

hii um. i like your blog. do you have any ideas for things to do to better corrupt oneself? any favorite mantras or videos?

Thank you I’m glad you enjoy! There are lots of good mantras and plenty of videos available online. I don’t have one go-to that I hand out to everyone who asks as it seems different individuals respond better to different stimuli. Rules are super helpful though. Set goals to make achievements on regular intervals. Unlocking new praise and titles as you corrupt yourself more and more is so fun.

Direct guidance with a trusty accountability partner can be so much more fulfilling and helpful though. Feel free to message directly or off anon for more of what I think.

Stay slutty, be safe, be good or be good at it