Finding An Enabler Is So Much Fun Like Woops Hahaha You’re Encouraging Me To Enjoy Things I Shouldn’t

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

Real-Life Experience

Sir loves watching football. He also loves watching me torture myself with pleasure. Last night, he had me strip naked and lie in front of the television with my legs spread. During play time I had to be touching myself. I could edge, rub my clit, fuck myself with my fingers, whatever I wanted- except cum. During halftime I was on no-touch. Sir made me crawl over to him and use my mouth to pleasure his cock and balls, pussy denied and dripping, until he came deep in my throat. I swallowed every drop, like a good slut should. Then back in front of the television to edge through the second half. When the game was over, he asked me if I wanted to cum now. I was so horny and desperate after nearly two hours of teasing. I ached for that orgasm.

“Yes, Sir… PLEASE. Please. I want it so, so badly. Please let me cum, Sir.”

“Well, you’ve been such a good girl all evening… fine, you can cum.”

“THANK YOU, SIR.”

“-but! You have a choice. You have permission to cum however you want, as hard as you want. You won’t get in trouble if you cum properly. No punishment. But it would make me so very happy if you’d ruin it for me.”

My clit was throbbing with the built-up pleasure. I wanted that orgasm so badly. But I wanted to make Sir happy too.

“But, sir… please. Please, I edged so good.”

“I know, and you can cum. I love watching you cum. But I love watching you ruin it even more. Can you think of a better reason to cum properly than that your ruin would make me happy? Don’t stop touching while you think about it.”

I kept slowly rubbing my clit.

“No, sir… I want to make you happy… but… I want to cum… so much… god…”

“Your choice, princess.”

I struggled so hard, feeling that orgasm build, right on the edge… the orgasm that would take me over, would feel so incredible… maybe the last orgasm I’d be offered for days… yes… yes… yes… I tipped over the edge. And then I ruined it. Hard. For him.

I pulled my hands back to my thighs, screaming at the feeling of my pussy spasming and twitching as all that pleasure slipped away, ensuring I’d stay horny and desperate all night.

He came over then and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my forehead and telling me all the things that make the denial and frustration worth it. “Good girl. I’m so proud of you, princess. You made me so happy today. You’re so perfect like this.”

And then he said the hottest, most perfect, cruelest thing of all.

“Now give me another ruin.”

I love him so much.

“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.”

Blackmail

Does any one else like blackmail? Like, it’s fun when a girl is exposed, has her slutty picture with cum leaking out of her cunt and her driver’s license leaked. But it’s even better if she gets forced to perform for someone first. Has her life slowly broken down trying to keep the exposure from happening. Just frantically tries to satisfy some sadist who can destroy her life.

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.

That is deliciously awesome! You will be much happier and fulfilled. Your owner must be very proud.

Live your purpose!

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

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 💕

Why, hello there. So, I've been poking inside your head a bit and I've found something peculiar. You seem to have both a degradation kink and a praise kink. That has to be hard. Let me try to help.

You, edging there like a mindless piece of fuckmeat. Look at yourself. A slave to your cunt. Such a beautiful fuckdoll! A worthless, pretty toy to use and abuse. Such a good girl for cock!

Drool for me. You look so dumb and cute with your tongue out as you edge! So mindfucked and sexy! This is what you are for. To please. To obey. To expose that slutty body. Pretty girls like yourself are made to be porn. Good girls like yourself are cumdumps for whoever wants to use you. You deserve it! You've done such a good job breaking yourself, going deeper and deeper...

I'm so proud of you. You are turning yourself into a perfect, obedient, beautiful sex object! You are becoming more and more the living entertainment you were meant to be. Why else would you be so pretty if not to give cocks something to cum to?

Such a slutty cunt. You need it so badly, need the attention, need the validation. And you are earning it by being such an amazing good girl! Keep going. Go deeper. I know you'll be the best piece of fuckmeat ever!