Which Type Of Cunt Are You?

He edged and denied me over and over. Broke me down to the point that I couldn’t think straight. No words. Just crying.

He told me to beg.

I usually try to say the nice words that I know he loves. Strained words as I hold back my pleasure. Please, may your whore cum? Can she orgasm for you, Sir?

But this time, I just screamed. Frantically repeating please, please, please, please, PLEASE through my tears.

I couldn’t think of anything more.

I couldn’t think at all.

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

There is something so remarkably delicious about consensually teasing a partner you care deeply for.    Sensing how they  become incredibly excited.  Savouring the paradoxical tension they feel.   Knowing their excitement rises  when they  feel powerful sensual submission  brought on when they offer hands to be bound.    

Feel the heart racing  as they are led to  feel increasingly vulnerable  when they are blindfolded.  The adrenaline courses through them as the sense of sight is restricted.   Inspiring deep tingling in places they know well as they  feel praise & humiliation desires  they weren’t fully aware of yet by telling them what a  beautiful little toy you are  as spit drips down their chin/body from wearing a cute ball gag.   All this while knowing they  faithfully touch & edge  themselves as instructed prior to seeing you.    

You  have incredibly deep feelings  of warm love and desire  when you realize how much  trust it  takes to  submit like this.   It’s like the more they  fantasize about it  the  deeper the connection  and love.  The deeper they connect the more they  fantasize about your submission.   Feel the rush.

Truly amazing.  

finnnally gettinn to tha part of edging where keeping being ambiently turned on is more desirable than cumming

Just consider being made to rub and edge. How would that feel now. Conditioning yourself to practically stay at least a little horny all the time. Day in day out. This persistent sense of neediness becomes you. A cute toy for me. Such a good girl. A little wet will be your default now. That warm feeling buzzing in the background of your mind is exquisite. Ggdc

craving covert noncon and brainwashing so fucking bad right now. worm into my head. violate me. use me. rape my mind until there's nothing left. gaslight me into thinking I love it. make me cum to my own subjugation. I have too many fucking braincells pleeeease I need to be mindfucked I need to be ruined and God itd make me so wet to not even see it coming. im such a naive and trusting little girl ill be your best whore, my mind is ready to take, dont ask permission, message me and get my gaurd down, I'm so desperate I won't even suspect you until it's too late....

I Like You Broken

No, I don't want to fix you. That's what therapists are for. I'm sure you can find a half dozen guys who think they'll be the one to fix all your issues and make you a healthy girl.

You go ahead and give it a go, if you like. But I think you're tired of that, aren't you? You don't want someone who's looking to fix you. You want someone who doesn't flinch when they see the real you. Someone who won't have pity in his eyes or try to tell you how to fix your problems.

I want your problems, doll. I want you broken. Is it an eating disorder? Body image? Daddy issues? Low self esteem? Substance abuse? Tell me all of it. Tell me about being raped while I make you reenact it. Tell me about your eating struggles while I critically inspect every inch of your body. Tell me how worthless you are while I dig a boot into your cunt and talk to prettier girls.

I'm not here to fix you, I'm here to exploit you. I'll use every fucked up issue you have to manipulate you and mould you into my little toy. I'll chuckle when I break you all over again. I'll get off to your ugly crying. But I promise you'll never see pity in my eyes.

Come show me how broken you are.

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...

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.

It’s such a heart warming experience as desperate goonettes relapse over and over. Such a fun loop

Does anyone else feel that way?