What's Your Edgeslut Level?

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People tend not to get moral credit for their self interested contribution to the welfare of others.

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

“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)

I decide to train you to get to an edge instantly.

I hold up a dog training clicker and tell you to start playing with yourself and stop as soon as you get to an edge. It takes a few minutes but you pull your hand away in time. The second you do.

*Click*

"Good Girl. Edge again."

You start to edge again. It takes half the time but you yank your hands away.

*Click*

"Good Girl." I pat your head. "Go again."

It only takes seconds.

*Click*

"Good Girl. Again."

You go again, but you're too close and ruin. I slap your ass instantly.

"Edge again."

You whimper. It takes you a long time but

*Click*

"Good Girl. Again."

Ten times in a day.

*Click*

"Good Girl."

*Click*

"Good Girl."

We do it again the next day. When you edge you hear a click and get told good girl. If you ruin or cum a slap on your ass or hole.

Again, every day for a month.

*Click*

"Good Girl."

You hear it in your sleep.

One day we're having breakfast. You reach for a spoon and *Click*, your body jerks and you're on the edge, about to cum.

*Click*

You clench and you're making a mess in your clean clothes.

*Click*

*Click*

You are begging to cum.

*Click*

"Good Girl."

oh. my. god!!

i think i need this. i need to be trained, i need my arousal to be under the control of my superiors, and i need to feel utterly powerless like this <3

i love this fantasy, thank you so much ^^

Such perfect energy

🥺💗🐮

i’m not a her. not even a who.

just it — a hole, a thing, an object

exposed and emptied, mind gone, body owned

getting ruined in front of everyone

and it feels right.

no coming back now.

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.

I’m a dumb edged out cunt. I never deserve to cum.

Tumblr has taught me to edge. i am learning to crave the mindless effects of edging. i love how it make me more depraved. i have been edging all weekend!

god corruption is so hot. being a good little sub and getting into more and more fucked up shit, realizing i’m getting wet over stuff that would have grossed me out just a few months ago, the way my mind is being completely broken and reshaped in order to be of better use…. yeah <3

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.