This Is Literally The Best.

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.

You enjoy being mindlessly horny… You enjoy being close to the edge… You enjoy needing permission…

Embrace it.

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.

“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.”

Hi sir, I’m still a little shy to reach out but I find myself periodically edging myself to your blog. Even at uni I’ll sneak off to the bathroom and what starts as an innocent check to see if you’ve posted turns into an edge which has me clenching my thighs in the lectures after, until I ca get home and edge some more.

It’s even worse now that I’ve bought myself one of those remote toys, which buzz at just the lowest setting to keep me on edge for hours, it’s so frustrating.

I feel even more frustrated than ever, and I hope you don’t mind me using you for permission, there’s something delicious about giving control of my orgasms to a total stranger who fulfils my every fantasy… can I please cum sir? I’ve been so good and followed your instructions from the last message I sent.

-R💕

Such a good toy! It seems like edging yourself feels so right. Bask in the feeling. Let the chemicals produced by your body from rubbing and edging flood your brain… building new synapses & neural pathways. Are you sure you want to cum?

I invite you to notice how you  imagine yourself again as a submissive.  The dark fantasies that consistently make you tingle in ways you know too well.  Perhaps you may think you could not  be a submissive to me.   As you are looking at your screen you might not  contemplate your submission  since you don’t want to  picture it now  in your mind.  However, the more you consider it the more deeply it wiggles it’s way into your mind. You enjoy a challenge when you  push your boundaries  though to  find this success  in your desire. See yourself as successful, and feel the sense of accomplishment that comes with it. This fantasy is something that you want, something that will make you happy and fulfilled in ways you already feel deeply. 

As you  visualize yourself achieving  your goal of submission, notice the positive emotions that come with it. What are the feelings that you experience when  you succeed? Is it happiness, pride, joy, or something else?

Think about those positive emotions, and  notice how they feel  inside your body. Where do you  feel them now?   Do they make you  feel lighter,  more energized, or more focused?

Now,  imagine  that those positive emotions are like a powerful magnet, drawing you towards your sexual submission. Every time you take a  step towards your submission, you  feel those positive emotions growing stronger and stronger, guiding you towards success.

As you consider taking actions towards your goal, notice any limiting beliefs or negative thoughts that may not serve your goals well or might be holding you back, simply start to fade away. 

Take a moment to challenge those limiting beliefs or negative thoughts. Are they really true? Are they helping you achieve your goal, or are they holding you back?"

Replace those limiting beliefs & thoughts with positive affirmations that support your goal of submission.  You are a good little one. You  crave this.   You love being submissive. Submission excites you  and fulfills you deeply in satisfying ways.  Repeat those affirmations to yourself, and feel the positive emotions growing stronger and stronger.  

Finally, think about the next step you need to take towards your goal. What action can you take right now to move closer to success?   Notice how  it feels good  to take positive action towards your goal, and let that feeling you will have of accomplishment and satisfaction motivate you to  touch yourself now  and enjoy those feelings.  Visualizing you being a successful submissive now.

Remember,  you want this. You know you  chose to make this happen. Trust yourself and your abilities, and take action towards your goal with confidence and purpose.

Whenever you need a boost of motivation, you can return to this visualization and tap into those positive emotions and affirmations. You can do this. You are already on the path to success.

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…

Hi sir, I’m still a little shy to reach out but I find myself periodically edging myself to your blog. Even at uni I’ll sneak off to the bathroom and what starts as an innocent check to see if you’ve posted turns into an edge which has me clenching my thighs in the lectures after, until I ca get home and edge some more.

It’s even worse now that I’ve bought myself one of those remote toys, which buzz at just the lowest setting to keep me on edge for hours, it’s so frustrating.

I feel even more frustrated than ever, and I hope you don’t mind me using you for permission, there’s something delicious about giving control of my orgasms to a total stranger who fulfils my every fantasy… can I please cum sir? I’ve been so good and followed your instructions from the last message I sent.

-R💕

Such a good toy! It seems like edging yourself feels so right. Bask in the feeling. Let the chemicals produced by your body from rubbing and edging flood your brain… building new synapses & neural pathways. Are you sure you want to cum?

Don’t tell anyone.. This post may lead you to  be submissive.

You probably shouldn’t read this if you  give in  easily or don’t wish to  be submissive.

There, you’ve been warned. Reading this  may cause you to end up as my good little sub.

But lets be honest here, that is what you want now don’t you? If that is what  you truly want  you may keep reading..  Good girl. You like it don’t you. Did it feel good? or did it almost feel like a soothing voice whispering it in your ear while an idle finger deftly touches you in just that way you know delights. You don’t   want more  of it do you, but you are already looking for it, here let me give it to you..

Good girl.  You see love, it’s as if I know exactly what makes you tick, as if I know exactly what brings you here. This voice   inside you is unmistakable.

Perhaps you’re here to look for someone who will use you, make   you submit,   maybe you’re here to  read all these posts  and let your fantasies run wild or maybe you just find yourself lurking down this rabbit hole regularly as you   touch yourself   in bed, let me be that fantasy now. Let me guide your hand.  Good girl. That feels so good doesn’t it? Let go, give in to your fantasy as you lose yourself in the power of my words, enjoy it when you  feel helpless.  Feel how good it is inside to just  do as you’re told, chase those wonderful two words which have kept you going. You want it don’t you, you can see it coming up, careful now, don’t you rush. I want you to feel each word that leads up to it and the ecstasy that you know those words will bring you.