Rubbing Is Right - Blog Posts

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. 

 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.

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.

my daily mantras:

i am not a person. i am an object for use. i exist to be used, fucked, and degraded. i am a toy, a fleshlight, a brainless piece of fuckmeat. i need all of my holes filled with cock and cum. i exist to serve. i am nothing if i am not being fucked and/or preparing myself to be fucked. i edge to dumb myself down and i brainwash myself to serve my true purpose. i must take cock in every hole as often as possible, especially my ass

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.

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

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.

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!

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.

I love that porn has broken me and made me want to be raped by several people and want objects of all sizes to be fucked into all my holes and want people to do horrible degrading things to me. I can't cum without thinking about strangers molesting me and my friends forcing their thick cocks into me only to fill me with their piss.

Wanna get my pussy inspected.

Bend me over because you aren't sure if my little pussy is even fuckable. I'm so shy and embarrassed but when you tell me to open my legs and spread my pussy lips with my hands I do it.

It's even more embarrassing that my little fuckhole gets all wet, as you randomly push your fingers knuckles deep inside me to test how good I could take your big cock because you are not sure if it'll even fit.

A moan slips out of me as you test how puffy and pink my clit is and how good my clenching pussy is.

When you are ready you give my little pussy a grade and go to the next one to inspect.

I hope you'll choose mine...

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

💕my approach to becoming addicted to being an internet slut💕

step 1: make a porn blog

step 2: expose yourself on your porn blog and let it be public knowledge when youre horny

step 3: edge extra whenever you notice your follower count has increased

step 4: make it so that your pleasure is linked to the knowledge that all those people view you as nothing but a sex object and internet toy that exists to give them sexual gratification

step 5: repeat steps 2-4 until they’re automatic (:

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

Sometimes a girl just needs to be held… with one hand on her throat.. while she’s edged and made to admit her dark kinks while she cries.

It’s ok. Let it all out my good little toy.

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. 

Stressed? Just edge yourself til you see stars princess. Til you're covered in sweat and cum. Til you forget your worries, name, and purpose in life. Til all you can think about is pleasure. Til it feels so good you pass out from the intense feeling. Til that's all you are. Til your mind is all blank and empty and good.

I want to play videogames with someone while I make them drink and hold their piss. I'll be able to see just how desperate and wiggly they're getting by how badly they're playing, and I can tease them relentlessly until they begin to leak, and then I'll tell them to keep playing while I fuck the piss out of them from behind.