How Much Fun Would This Be

Edging is your self hypnosis. It keeps you grounded and level, reminding you what you are.

You can’t get enough of how it feels to tune the world out and rub. That aching feeling, the desperate need for friction, your clit is reacting now as you read this.

Squeezing your thighs any chance you get, mindlessly humping as you sit, desperate for that feeling. Your mind goes beautifully blank, your pussy starts to flood and then you drop…

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

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How to edge like a dumb slxt 🖤

. Get naked. Sluts need to be exposed and easily accessible while edging, so if someone finds you, they can fill your holes right away.

. Keep your legs spread, expose your holes. Reason is the same as above.

. Learn to edge in different positions. On your back, on your stomach humping your hand or a pillow, on your knees with your ass in the air, standing up. It doesn't matter if you're comfortable, you just need to edge.

. In different places too!! Don't just edge in your bed. Edge in the living room, the kitchen, even on the balcony! Also it's very good for sluts to edge on the floor.

. You can use toys, but you should also be able to edge with just your fingers. The goal is to be able to reach an eldge no matter where you are, no matter what time it is, only by rubbing your wet cunt for a brief while.

. Hump things!! And not only pillows, but also tables, chairs or the toilet seat. Humping things is good for you because it makes you look really desperate and pathetic.

. Because looking desperate and pathetic is VERY important. Remember that you edge to become a good toy and entertain others, so always put on a show. Open your mouth, stick your tongue out and drool. Go cross-eyed or roll your eyes back. Make pretty, needy noises to show everyone that you're eager to be used. Practice in front of a mirror or record yourself to make sure that you look and sound properly braindead.

. You should babble like a dumb whore while you edge, too. Tell the world what you are and what you need, don't be shy. It doesn't matter if it sounds ridiculous and embarrassing, that's the point.

. Look at and listen to fun things, like spirals and mantras and porn. That's the only education you need.

. Edge often. Edging for hours on end is fun, but it's even more important to edge regularly. Even if you're busy, every few hours your hand should wander between your legs and rub a few quick edges out, that way you'll be wet and needy all the time. Of course, when you have the day off, the best thing is to edge in the morning and stop only to rest, eat and drink and do other fun stuff! (Like offering your holes to people, for example.)

. Never ever cum

He sits in his chair reading a new book.

I’m naked and tied next to him on the floor, drool dripping from my gagged mouth and onto my chest. The vibrator has been been pressed to my pussy for nearly an hour - switching off each time I near an orgasm.

He’s holding the vibrator remote, keeping me on the edge of an orgasm. Keeping me on the edge of tears. The edge of sanity.

I whine through the gag. My desperate eyes on him, looking for relief and searching for mercy in his face.

He doesn’t look up. He turns the page of his book and the vibrator switches back on.

Relaxed. Clothed. Barely paying attention to me.

And yet, he is destroying my fucking world.

“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.”

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 🛑

The largest most important sex organ by far

Sapiosexual

One who finds the content of someone else's mind to be their most attractive attribute, above and before their physical characteristics. From the Latin root sapien, meaning wise.

- In other words: If your mind doesn't turn me on, nothing else will.

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.

No f'ing minors.

Seriously, folks.  If you’re under 18, you shouldn’t be following me, and you shouldn’t be interacting with me.  Not only is it not legal, I’ve also made it quite clear that I don’t consent to having you on my blog.  It’s not because I’m being a big mean jerk, but to protect both of us.  If I see you interacting with my blog while you’re under the age of 18, I will immediately block you.

If you want to come back to my blog on your 18th birthday and ask for me to remove the block, I will gladly do so.  You can go ahead and blow it up with likes and reblogs to make up for lost time, and I’ll welcome you back with open arms and all of the kinky content you could possible want.  But before that time comes, this is not the place for you. 

I respect the fact that minors can have kinks and are curious about them and their sexuality.  But your behavior can put actual adults in legal danger depending on the laws in your country or mine.  Plus there are predators in kink spaces that wouldn’t hesitate to manipulate and groom young folks in bad ways. Be patient, be responsible, and show that you are a good person by respecting the boundaries of others.  We’ll still be here once you’re a legal adult. ❤️