Why, Hello There. So, I've Been Poking Inside Your Head A Bit And I've Found Something Peculiar. You

Control

- You submit because you want to feel almost forced to do those things that make you feel dirty.. it excites you beyond anything else. Do things you know you have little intrest in when in other contexts but maybe that exhilarating feeling of manipulation makes you feel that warmth deep inside. It’s like you have this voice inside that lets you know on a level you cannot articulate that you feel that excitement now deep in parts of your mind you don’t discuss with just any other person. I have this voice inside as well. We all have this voice that tells you what is going on is right and you feel good.

- It’s almost like you want me to play with your mind I mean perhaps it is not like you get excited because you love that feeling of manipulation at the hands of another. It’s just it’s a little scary and oddly that small fear makes you feel horny. The hornier you get the deeper you sink in to your desires.

- You might think you crave humiliation or that you crave depravity because you don’t deserve to be excited. However the truth is simpler as you get excited from humiliation & your depravity because you fear you are good fuck toy. Just think about what you haven't considered yet.. When you get to be treated like a toy this voice you trust lets you know you are good. Every minute of it is truly special.

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

Not being able to cum is such a gift 💗 I was clearly never meant to do it and I dont envy those that can

use my cunt

Is that how you ask?

Numbing cream

This morning I had some time to be lazy in the bed before work. I was going to edge, then I remembered the numbing cream. I have Emla for using before laser epilation (to get rid of the hair) on my labia. 

I’ve been fantasizing about BeingFuckedWithNumbingCreamOn SlowlyLosingSensationAnd WastingTheRareChanceToCum for some time now. Wanted to try how it really feels.

I took the cream from the bed side drawer and put a large amount on my finger. 

Even the thought of this made my pussy drip. Without even touching my clit, I was on the edge. It’s all in the mind, after all ;) In my strange mind. 

I reached my clit and rubbed the whole amount in circles, until it was all soaked. Some on the surrounding area too. I made sure there was an excess amount of cream directly on the clit. 

I edged, just from this brief stimulation on my clit. With the thought of the numbing cream, it was so intense. I stopped touching, but I was going to go over the edge, I could feel it. So I opened my legs wide and opened my labia with hands wide, to stop the slightest contact on my clit. Like that, I waited for 10 minutes, and rubbed to test. The sense had decreased, but I could still feel the touch. Ahh it was soo sweet. I waited another 15 minutes and rubbed again. Oh my.. nothing. 

My clit stopped existing. I touched and rubbed and pressed. Nothing. Just a piece of nerveless meat. Like your mouth after the dentist gives you the anesthetic shot.

My clit completely numbed, I reached for my dildo. It is very smooth, polished wood, curved, to press the right spots inside. I started fucking myself with it. There was a lot of pleasure from the dildo too. I thought I was getting close. If I went over the edge I decided to let it happen so that I prove myself that I can cum from penetration only. I would cum, and remove the dildo just when I start to throb, and ruin it. 

Idea of ruining a penetration-only orgasm sounded so evil. Made me hotter. 

I fucked myself so fast with the dildo. Without my clit feeling nothing, the pleasure was intense, but just not enough. Or maybe it would be enough if I could continue as long as necessary but my arm would get so tired after like 4-5 minutes I’d need to stop and rest. With each frenzied thrust, I edged. With each stop for rest, I calmed down. As I was fucking myself with the dildo like crazy I heard these inner voices of some strangers I imagined playing with me:

 “This is all you get for pleasure now. Your clit is gone. Kaputt. Nada. All you get is penetration only. Cum from this.” 

This was so hot and I was so close I was panting and moaning in the bedroom out loud and sweating… Yet I could not go over that edge.

More than an hour of furiously trying, my arms were very tired, and my body was very frustrated. I gave up. I dressed, and came to work.

My clit came back like half and hour later I left home. It started throbbing with need under my jeans.

I have been at work for 3 hours. I can not do real work. I can not concentrate on anything. The ache on my pussy has consumed me. The need is overwhelming.

When I talk to my colleagues, it’s like I’m faking the conversation. What I’m really thinking about is the ache.

Instead of doing proper work, I am typing this on my laptop, getting wetter and more needy as type it.

I Like You Broken

No, I don't want to fix you. That's what therapists are for. I'm sure you can find a half dozen guys who think they'll be the one to fix all your issues and make you a healthy girl.

You go ahead and give it a go, if you like. But I think you're tired of that, aren't you? You don't want someone who's looking to fix you. You want someone who doesn't flinch when they see the real you. Someone who won't have pity in his eyes or try to tell you how to fix your problems.

I want your problems, doll. I want you broken. Is it an eating disorder? Body image? Daddy issues? Low self esteem? Substance abuse? Tell me all of it. Tell me about being raped while I make you reenact it. Tell me about your eating struggles while I critically inspect every inch of your body. Tell me how worthless you are while I dig a boot into your cunt and talk to prettier girls.

I'm not here to fix you, I'm here to exploit you. I'll use every fucked up issue you have to manipulate you and mould you into my little toy. I'll chuckle when I break you all over again. I'll get off to your ugly crying. But I promise you'll never see pity in my eyes.

Come show me how broken you are.

I kinda feel bad. I keep deleting accounts like this but I always make new ones… Maybe I am just a dumb slut who needs her holes filled at all time…

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

I’m a dumb edged out cunt. I never deserve to cum.

Is mind control ethical

of course! i mean, you never hear anyone who's been mind controlled complain about the experience. in fact, they all love it!