It Is Such A Shame That You Aren’t Able To Concentrate So Well With Your Clit So Achy.  We Really

my kink is letting you do whatever depraved, perverted thing you need to get off. no matter how scary it is or how humiliating or how much it hurts, i’ll do anything i can to keep you happy 💕

god corruption is so hot. being a good little sub and getting into more and more fucked up shit, realizing i’m getting wet over stuff that would have grossed me out just a few months ago, the way my mind is being completely broken and reshaped in order to be of better use…. yeah <3

Please punish me for getting wet. Only a pathetic, deranged little whore would start ruining her panties from hearing all the fucked up, violent things you want to do to me. Show me just what dirty, drippy little messes like me get. Once my ass is nice and bruised run a finger over my pussy and feel how soaked I am. Tell me I’m obviously an even more hopeless case than you thought. Clearly my pussy is just too slutty. If I want to be a good girl I’ll have to give it up entirely. Then shove yourself in my ass dry and enjoy my pretty little screams.

“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.”

“Humiliating isn’t it. Being told to lay there and hump the air while I watch. You’re doing all the right movements to feel the pleasure of someone fucking you. Making all the right noises, all the right faces. But, you don’t feel any pleasure. Your mind knows it should be feeling the wonderful sensations of a cock pumping in and out of you, but your body is being starved of it. Keep going. Keep imagining how good that feels in your head. Loose yourself in that fantasy of pleasure. Keep humping the air until your leggings are soaked through and then walk around the rest of the day knowing that your pussy is so starved of pleasure, so denied. That you don’t even need stimulation to get all worked up.”

(based on a real conversation I had with someone where they made me hump the air relentlessly)

live your best life

When negative feelings like anxiety, depression, or self doubt begin to present themselves.. edge them away.

Have a fantastic day.

Good girls edge over the nastiest and grossest porn they can find. It doesn’t matter how bad they’re gonna fry their brains. They just need to keep rubbing over and over until their brains leak out of their ears.

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.