Does An Older Gentleman Making You Put On Nipple Clamps With Little Bells On Them While You Rub And Edge

Let me humiliate myself for you. Let me debase myself for you. I want your approval so badly I’ll do anything to get it. I want you to be pleased to have me. If that means I have to turn myself into a desperate, needy, pathetic little fuckdoll so be it.

The pleasure is simply too much

I've been edging for hours now and words can't describe how intense this is. My mind is broken and washed away by pleasure. The slightest touch sends waves of pleasrure through my entire body. I'm so needy words can't describe. I need to be like this forever!

god grant me the serenity to eroticize what i cannot change

No Self Respect Whore

Reblog if you are a gross whore who likes the feeling of helplessness, of being demeaned and humiliated and of being used and abuse how ever he sees fit like a pathetic fuck doll with zero self respect. Reblog if you want me in your dms taking advantage of you and pushing you to do more and more.

If you really want to indulge fantasy and don’t already do this, just record yourself as you rub/edge.   You may notice that you love knowing you're making yourself into porn, even if the recording is not for anyone else.

Even more excitement ripples through your body and mind as the humiliation loop fuels your fantasy.  It’s like the more you rub & make your own porn, the filthier of a slut toy you are.  Then the more of a dirty edge toy you are, the more you need to touch yourself.  

Finally you will then edge to how much more of a pathetic slut you made yourself, how desperate you now are, how filthy you are as you observe your recorded porn.  Don’t forget to use caution.  Congratulations now you are your own little pornstar.   

I love the precipice between order and obedience. That moment right after my brain registers a command and just before my body carries it out, especially when the command pushes me into new submissive territory. I step outside of myself for that moment and watch myself process it. Am I really going to do that? I could never. I would never. It’s too much. Too embarrassing. Too vulnerable. Too delicious to deny. My body has already made the choice. All I can do is watch as I hand over another piece of my dignity to please them, knowing I’ll do it again and again until nothing’s left but pleasure and obedience.

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 💕

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.

Sadism Please

I want someone to hurt me. I like pain, yes. But it's knowing that someone *wants* to hurt me, that my pain arouses them, that they are pleased by my suffering. That's the sexiest thing.

Tell me that I make cute noises when you hit me.

Tell me that my tears make turn you on.

Tell me that I'm so pretty when I'm afraid.

Sometimes, pin me down or tie me up so that I can't escape the torture.

Sometimes command me to take it using my own discipline to stay still.

Give me the opportunity to prove my devotion by suffering for you.

I promise, I'll be a good girl.