Sadists Are Wierd Because If You Look Up At Them With Teary Red Eyes, Mascara Running Down Your Face,

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.

 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.

Such perfect energy

🥺💗🐮

i’m not a her. not even a who.

just it — a hole, a thing, an object

exposed and emptied, mind gone, body owned

getting ruined in front of everyone

and it feels right.

no coming back now.

Know that you are good enough and you deserve this delicious denial. Live you best life

edging/denial is a form of hedonism actually. maybe you don't get the quick satisfaction of an orgasm, but you spend so much longer just luxuriating in how good it feels to be so turned on, how good it feels to have someone else control your pleasure. Once you appreciate that pleasure for what it is, it almost feels selfish having someone take their time with you, prolonging that ecstasy. But it's important to unlearn that guilt and realize that if someone wants to deny you, then you deserve to be denied. You don't have to earn it. Just make sure to say thank you!

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

what doesn’t kill u makes it ridiculously fucking stupid hard to find a compatible partner

I've used and *abused* enough of these to know... The experience WILL change your life...and is quite impossible to resist for long. 1 minute is fairly easy - assuming you do not have one of the newer, not really for wearing in public versions that sound like a hive of bees under your skirt but which can drop you in mere seconds 2 minutes will make you sweat 3 minutes will have you dancing around in your seat exactly like this 5 minutes and you will honestly stop caring what those around you think, all you can focus on is the pleasure 7 minutes and if the first orgasm has not already hit, your mind is becoming mush and you are becoming a simpering hot mess ready to obey anyone and everything 10 minutes - only a firm and proper hand on the controls will ever allow you to reach this point. A point where you will surrender ANYTHING to Me in order to hold onto the edge and ride the waves of pleasure now coursing through your very soul...

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.   

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

Never forget that your reality is made up of your mental processes. So feel free to let me manipulate those processes for my amusement.

Be a good girl

Free will is an illusion, your actions and feelings are determined by a cocktail of chemicals, your brain is just a reprogrammable computer of flesh (flirting)