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“Humiliating isn’t it. Being told to lay there and hump the air while I watch. You’re doing all the right movements to feel the pleasure of someone fucking you. Making all the right noises, all the right faces. But, you don’t feel any pleasure. Your mind knows it should be feeling the wonderful sensations of a cock pumping in and out of you, but your body is being starved of it. Keep going. Keep imagining how good that feels in your head. Loose yourself in that fantasy of pleasure. Keep humping the air until your leggings are soaked through and then walk around the rest of the day knowing that your pussy is so starved of pleasure, so denied. That you don’t even need stimulation to get all worked up.”

(based on a real conversation I had with someone where they made me hump the air relentlessly)

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.

Filled

Yes, baby.

Yes, it’s possible to learn to like anal. To love the feeling of being stretched there, being filled. To crave it.

But I don’t want that, baby.

I want you to hate it every single time.

I want you to cry while I fuck your ass, I want you to beg me not to and promise anything and everything just so I won’t do it again.

I want it to be my favorite hole anyway.

Will you do that for me, baby?

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

Think about how it feels when the head of his cock pops into your tight, unfucked asshole for the first time. For you, the stretching your hole is forced to do is so painful it can bring you to tears. But for him, his cock is being squeezed and stroked in a way he can't achieve without you. He feels intense pleasure and the desire to push his cock deeper and deeper. This is a natural example of why his pleasure comes before yours.

Think about how your first reaction to his cock invading your asshole is to tense up, tighten your hole even more, cry and beg him to stop, "no please it hurts." Your crying about your pain just makes his cock harder, grow bigger inside the hole he already barely fits inside, makes him want to fuck you harder and deeper in spite of your pain. This is a natural example of why his pleasure comes before yours.

Because you can't help but cry and beg for mercy, and he can't help spreading your ass open as much as he can and pushing his cock deeper inside. Both of you are just doing what you're naturally programmed to do. He fucks, you get fucked.

In spite of the pain coming from your now stretched and pounded asshole, your empty pussy is literally dripping with need. To you, it's begging for him to fuck it instead of your ass but to him, it's confirmation that you love how he's changing your new fuckhole forever. He can choose to give you some of his pleasure, play with your swollen clit to help you relax and find the joy in being an anal slut. But this is his choice, and this is a natural example of why his pleasure comes before yours.

And eventually, you learn that it really does feel good when he forces the length of his cock up your ass. You feel full, useful, needed. He needs to fuck your asshole and you need to let him. This is your natural place.

Why denial is important:

A good girl knows that she needs to edge. She knows that she needs to edge as much as she possibly can, and stay as frustrated and horny as humanly possible. She knows this because she knows one very important thing:

sex isn’t for her. It’s for the people who use her.  And all of that edging, all of that work to bring herself to incredible levels of frustration and arousal are rendered moot the moment that she lets herself cum. Yes, an orgasm brings with it satisfaction and contentment, and it’s for those exact reasons that a good girl knows better. Because, after all, if she isn’t worked up… if she isn’t frustrated, and her cunt isn’t constantly yanking her attention back down to it, she runs the risk of forgetting one very important thing:

good girls exist to be used. And if she lets herself cum, she loses her edge. She loses all that pent up frustration and need. She loses her need to be used. But, she knows better.

i wanna be invited to a sex party, only to be tied up as soon as i arrive to serve as lube dispenser. someone positions a bowl underneath my already dripping pussy to catch any excess juices while another man shoves a vibrator against my clit, bringing me right to the edge before stopping, sliding his hand down over my pussy. i wince as he suddenly pushes three fingers in, nodding in approval as he uses my slick to lube up someone's ass.

for the rest of the night i am edged continuously, with people using my dripping pussy to lube up their dicks, toys, fists, or anything they find fun to insert in me. it's never fucking; the only stimulation i get is just slow, almost clinical insertion and exertion. sometimes not even that, only using the bowl under my legs as i beg them to fuck me, please. i try to clench around their dicks, to shake my hips, but they are not here to fuck me. i am just an object to them, an edgeslut so ruined this is the only way i can be useful.

always closer but never over...

always closer but never over...

always closer but never over...

every time i edge i think it's coming...

instead i fall back down and have to start over...

so hot...

edging, edging, edging...

Baby, I won’t be happy until you’re crawling on the floor with your leash in my hand like that pretty, pathetic pet you are. Show me how much you’d degrade yourself just to have me use your body for pleasure

I vow to never cum again. Daddy told me that a girl's orgasm is a vital tool for the pleasure of real Men and never for the pleasure of a stupid inferior girl...

I promise to edge and edge until I'm all stupid and wet, but never cum.

Staying orgasm free means being a good girl. 😇

💞Good girls never cum, good girls rub their brains DUM💞

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 💕

“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.”

Cute Relationship Ideas:

Every time you hurt, your life falls apart, your heart is crushed, you feel down or depressed, anxious or even just anytime you cry, I make you suck my dick. Every time you come to me needing comfort and physical connection, I hold you for a little bit, but soon I push your head down to my lap and you eventually find my cock in your mouth. I make you keep at it, and I don’t cum, until you calm down and start to get into it. 

The next thing you know, it’s your only happy place. You realize one day that my arms just don’t do it anymore. The only place you feel safe, or at peace, anymore is on your knees, between my legs, with my dick shoved down your throat. 

Until it gets to the point that you can’t even wait for your long day of work to end so you can just get home, forget about the world, and sink down into the only happy place you know anymore. 

Force me to drink a bunch of water and then not let me pee. Tell me if I wet myself, I’ll be punished terribly. Then proceed to rape and beat me over and over again. With toys, with your cock… It’ll hurt so much more when I’m raped with my bladder full. Don’t stop until I piss myself and then punish me for being such a disgusting little slut who can’t follow simple orders.

Finger me fast and hard in exactly the way you know is going to make me squirt over and over again. Then tell me what a messy, disappointing little girl I am. You can’t believe that getting played with made me wet the bed again. Clearly you’re going to have to punish me really harshly this time because I’m such a pathetic mess who just won’t learn her lesson. You don’t like having to hurt me but there’s no other way to get through to such a stupid, helpless little thing. If I could just hold it like a good girl you wouldn’t have to make me cry

I'm going to slowly change everything that turns you on. I'll use hypnosis, conditioning, and gaslighting, until all that gets you off is degrading bimbo objectification. No normal sex will do anything for you.

If you're treated like you're a human being, you'll be turned off. Even the thought of being in control of yourself will be disgusting to you. At the same time, being told to smile because you're pretty, or someone obviously staring at your tits and ass will have you soaking your panties.

Just for fun, that's all I'll do to you. I'll only change your sexual desires. Let's see how long you can stay an independent woman, when every night you rub yourself to thoughts of being face fucked by me while I show you photos of hotter bimbos.

the truly wonderful thing about being denied is losing all sense of self-respect. you no longer think about what is considered “modest” or “appropriate”. when you haven’t been permitted to edge or orgasm for days, weeks, months, filthy thoughts of intense arousal are the only things that fill your otherwise empty head. you can’t stop yourself from dripping from your pathetically eager cunt, even when you haven’t touched recently. you drip in public, a subtle reminder (or not so subtle depending on how much and how often you drip) that you are a sex driven toy, a slave to someone else’s whims. you’d do anything for an opportunity to rub your engorged clit. you’d humiliate yourself for a chance to have a finger, possibly two inside your sloppy pussy for just a second. you’d do unspeakable things in public, around people going about their everyday lives. you’d insert any object your master or owner desires into your own holes just to amuse him. you’d wear demeaning, revealing outfits, clothes that, before, you couldn’t imagine wearing at all, in order to please him. after all, HE is the one who controls your body now. and even if, after all this, he still decides not to let you touch, you do nothing but quietly continue to endure your suffering. you wait for the next opportunity to entertain him and maybe then, maybe, he’ll think about giving you some slack.

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.

Making her piss herself then bullying her for being so pathetic and pissing herself >>>

please don't just edge me until i beg. edge me until i beg and then tell me no. edge me until i'm spending more time on the edge then not in my waking hours. edge me until my begging turns to sobbing. edge me until i'm so certain you will never say yes and give into my begging that my sobbing turns into pathetic pleas for mercy that my heart truly will never be given. edge me until i'm devoid of hope that i'll ever cum again because my love and devotion for you is much stronger then any desire to cum. That's when i want you to finally say yes

Current Mood

Ruin my life.

Decide, before you even *officially* meet me, that you’re going to break my soul, take away my intelligence, ruin any feminist beliefs I have and destroy who I am as a person.

Worm your way into my life and into my mind.

Make me trust you and confide in you, let me tell you my darkest fantasies and make them my reality.

Take away my sweaters and cardigans and replace them with too tight and low tops and skirts so short the barely cover my ass. 

Make me a junkie whore. Make me addicted to drugs and sex. Make me fuck anyone who moves just to get my fix. 

Make me a shell of who I used to be. 

Reasons to Go Anal Only

1. Your ugly cunt doesn't deserve pleasure.

2. It's tighter for him.

3. No worries about birth control.

4. It's more degrading for you and therefore more right.

5. They'll want you more if your shithole is always available.

Risk of Ruin

I want a dumb cunt with everything. Life, family, job, all of it. The cunt that knows something is missing. That can’t ever cum the way she truly craves.

The one with those depraved, humiliating thoughts in the back of her mind. You know the ones. The only ones that get you close to that mind blowing orgasm you crave.

Those exposure risk thoughts. Of having a man get a hold of your TimeBomb, or playing the dice game with some strange man.. Waking up each morning knowing you willingly gave up control of your reputation to someone  who only wants to find out how depraved you will get to keep it all from going public.

If that is you cunt, simply let me know.

So fun...

your partner edging you in front of fucked up porn of kinks you don’t have so your brain starts associating those videos with pleasure until you get turned on by said fucked up kinks against your will just for them 💕

"i don't like it" sub x "don't worry i'll condition u to" dom

It's just a coincidence that more & more you get off to what gets me off. It's not like I have anything to do with it...

tell me what porn to get off to so i can become even more disgusting 💖💖💖 plant all ur desires into my brain so that i can only cum to what turns YOU on

Its been more than another year and still an inspiration for all.

Edging myself awake on my 365th day of denial! 😳🤯

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.

It is such a shame that you aren’t able to concentrate so well with your clit so achy.  We really should do something about that. 

Take a moment to close your eyes… breathe… relax…  Focus on your achy clit.  Embrace that feeling.  You have earned this ache after so so much orgasm denial and daily edging.  You deserve to savor it.  Let the ache wash over you.  Let the hormones feeding your addiction flood & condition your mind.  Building & strengthening new synapses.. new neural pathways and reinforcing existing ones that align with your pleasure.  Finding that place inside you where ache becomes bliss.  This condition serves you so much more than needlessly cumming without permission.  This place  only good girls get to see & feel.  Now say outloud. “My pleasure is denial.  It makes me ache and that is proof of my pleasure.  Pleasure is my reward."

Focus on your task now, toy.  Have fun be safe and have a great day!

inspired by goodgirls-dont-cum