He Edged And Denied Me Over And Over. Broke Me Down To The Point That I Couldn’t Think Straight. No

I kinda feel bad. I keep deleting accounts like this but I always make new ones… Maybe I am just a dumb slut who needs her holes filled at all time…

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. ❤️

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.

everyone is strange, and being passionate is attractive. don’t be afraid to be who you are and enjoy life the way you want to

Stop thinking and just listen.

Feel good.

Be happy.

Get brainwashed.

Be a Good Girl.

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.

Hes simple you just have to suffer for him

It truly is a win for everyone. Rejoice and live your best life.

I do find like mindless, sexiness in cleaning that I never truly had before. I used to hate it. Now I enjoy it. I used to balk at traditional housewife things. Now I love them. I never liked pink or flowers or being girly. Now I do!

It's quite fun to see and feel these sorts of changes bc really they're just helping me be better... and not only do I get really aroused, the house gets clean too!