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Imagine you enjoy being made to rub and edge. First thing when you wake before you even get out of bed. Perhaps with fingers perhaps use a pillow.. This starts a day off properly and ensures correct mindset. Continuing you will touch yourself until wet at least every few hours. Set a timer to ensure you do so. This will build a habit that eventually needs no reminder… Hands just move.. fingers reflexively touch every few hours throughout the day. Keeping yourself a little needy.. just a little wet.

Thats how you will be.. sensitive, wet, desperate... Puffy and slick will become your default.. maybe you cancel plans just to stay in and edge for me. Becoming consumed with being such a good girl.. an obedient cute little edge toy. The ideal play thing. Growing to love and look forward to consistently pleasing as such. Edge last thing before you drift off at night. This could be with your fingers or grinding on a pillow. You will ensure your mind is conditioned even as you sleep at night. Growing more addicted to this pleasure. The possibilities are limited only by imagination.

Stop thinking and just listen.

Feel good.

Be happy.

Get brainwashed.

Be a Good Girl.

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.

I’m a good girl… my cunt controls me… my pussy controls me… my clit controls me… I like to make cocks hard from reading my posts… I like to make pussies wet and throb from reading my posts… I like to rub mind away… I like to drip and edge and obey… good girls drop… I’m a good girllll…….

quick edge to sleep

I’m scared of my daddy, but he won’t let me say no to things ‘I’m the one who is in charge’ what do I do?

No baby doll....YOU are the one who is in charge. Not him.

The only power that he has over you is the power that you give him. Call a timeout, say your safe word, and explain to him that these are your boundaries. It's okay to push the limits every now and then but if you are not comfortable doing something, say something. Consent is trusting your partner with knowing when to stop 🛑

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

This is literally the best.

my favourite feeling is making other people grosser and getting them addicted to dirtier kinks they didn't like before :3

I'm going to walk you around the mall, all tarted up in your tiniest little outfit. And your whole job is to notice all the men staring at you.

Then, when we go back home, you're going to grind yourself into my leg as you recall all of them and how much you loved being objectified like that.

About how you're nothing if men aren't looking at you.

How you feel invisible unless men are using you.

Your only purpose is being a good little fuck doll.

Sessions like that again, and again, and again. Until you can't even get wet without thinking about being degraded, used, and humiliated.

Good girl. ❤️

There is something childishly magical.. so deeply satisfying about a submissive begging..  please spank me.  Perhaps one hand is bound and the other hand commanded to keep touching yourself. Fortunately cars don’t fall from clouds.   The deep level needed to  trust me implicitly.. the warm intense thrill coursing through your veins knowing how wet you are from just the anticipation of it  all You think about  incredible pent up glorious tension from how much you  touch yourself  leading up to this..  knowing how satisfying it is when you will see the marks that linger bringing flashbacks and that deep twinge of excitement in places you know  but don’t talk about with others to you every time you glance at them like  you are triggered to imagine it all again  and again.   It’s almost as if you can  imagine a time in the near future when you think back to  reminisce now  about how exciting it is.   You can’t help but  smile and cycle through it in your mind. Over and over.