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Top 3 favourite ways to edge a sub?

What's also your favourite way to deny an orgasm?

Such good questions, well done! x

My top 3 ways to edge:

Tying you down, blindfolded, while I trace a vibrator over your soaked cunt-hovering just enough to make you beg, then pulling it away before you get what you want. Watching you squirm is half the fun.

Slowly fucking you with my fingers, whispering in your ear how good you feel, how close you're getting, only to stop and make you whimper when you think you're about to break.

Forcing you to ride my strap at an excruciatingly slow pace, holding your hips so you can't take more, teasing you until you're pleading for me to let you go faster.

My favourite way to deny an orgasm:

USING A TIMER

There’s something intoxicating about control. About watching you come undone, about knowing that every whimper, every shudder, every desperate plea is because of me. And nothing makes me savor that more than the slow, torturous game of making you wait.

I’d have you exactly where I want you—maybe tied down, your wrists and ankles bound to keep you from squirming. Maybe kneeling, hands on your thighs, forced to keep your eyes on me, to watch everything I do to you. Or maybe on your back, legs spread wide, completely open and vulnerable, knowing you can’t do anything about what’s coming next.

And then, I’d set the timer.

Ten minutes? Fifteen? Long enough that every single second feels like hell—long enough that anticipation turns into desperation, that desperation turns into suffering. Long enough that you start whimpering before I’ve even touched you.

Because that’s the real torture, isn’t it? Not just the waiting, but knowing what’s coming. Knowing that I’m about to tease you, ruin you, push you so close to the edge, but you won’t be allowed to fall.

And while the seconds tick down, I’d toy with you. My fingers, slow and deliberate, spreading you open, sliding through the slick mess you’ve already made for me. My tongue, just barely brushing against your clit, teasing you with the barest flicks, never giving you enough to satisfy. Or maybe I’d use my toy, pressing it right against you, setting it to the lowest, most maddening vibration—just enough to keep you aching, twitching, needing more.

And every time your hips buck, every time you grind down against me, trying to get something, I’d pull away.

"Pathetic," I’d murmur, my fingers trailing down your inner thighs, watching them tremble. "Look at you—so fucking desperate, and you haven’t even earned it yet."

You’d be panting, breath hitching, thighs shaking, body screaming for relief. But you wouldn’t get it.

Not until that timer goes off.

And I’d remind you of that, over and over, whispering in your ear, "Not yet, baby. You don’t get to come until I say so." You’d watch the clock, your eyes glassy with frustration, with need, with pure fucking suffering as every second drags by like it’s mocking you.

And then—just when you think you’ve finally earned it, just when the timer hits zero and you’re right there, right on the fucking brink—

I’d reset it.

Another ten minutes.

Maybe fifteen.

Maybe twenty.

And you’d watch me do it.

You’d see the way I smirk at your helpless little whimper, the way my eyes darken when your hips jerk up in sheer, involuntary desperation. You’d know exactly what I’m doing to you, and you’d still be completely powerless to stop it.

"Oh, baby," I’d purr, dragging my nails down your stomach. "Did you really think I’d let you come that easily?"

You’d sob at that, your body trembling, your hands twitching where they’re tied because you want to touch me, want to pull me closer, want to force me to give you what you need—but you can’t. You can only wait.

And that’s what I love the most—watching you crumble under my control, watching your self-restraint break into nothing but pure, aching, helpless need. Because by the time I finally let you come—when I decide you've suffered enough—you won't just be desperate.

You'll be fucking wrecked for me.

I need to be owned. I make adorably pathetic whimpers and am a good girl.

It's not hard to turn me into a subby mess-ill even beg for it 🥺

You know what I love? The way you fall apart for me. The way you ache to be controlled, to be claimed, to be reminded that you belong to me.

I see it in the way you tremble when I look at you; praise you; the way your body shivers at the praise, the way you need to be told you’re pleasing me.

You need me to force you to feel just how deeply I own you—your pleasure, your body, your every last shaking breath.

Because that’s what you want, isn’t it? To be completely mine. To be teased, denied, ruined. To be fucked so deeply, so perfectly, that you can’t think about anything but me.

I think someone holding me tight and gently cooing praise while i fall asleep in their arms nightly is what I need. Or another lobotomy.

I can't stop thinking about being someone's plaything. Nothing more than a subby little pet - something for them to toy with for their own sick amusement.

Them laughing at my whines and cries for more, cooing, "You're just so cute when you're a desperate mess for me," making my head all warm and fuzzy. Talking down to me, telling me that I'm best like this - I'm best as a pathetic mess, all desperate and ready to please.

Yall, I think I fucked up and pavloved myself into being a stone top 😖😖

So I'm a switch; When domming, I'm generally stone-a touch me not. With sexual trauma, bottom dysphoria, very little physical sensation, and ocd being weird with fluid exchange, it makes obvious sense why. Additionally, my style of dominance that lends itself to pillow princesses who want to be edged and teased, rather than service subs. Quite literally if I am to let them go down on me, it's for their pleasure and enjoyment. It's amusing, but I don't really get much of any physical enjoyment out of it.

So then when I'm subbing, it's less about physical sensation and more the act of submission itself. My subby side is very "pillow princess good girl". I sit there and look pretty while they play with me. The verbal teasing does everything for me. I am very squirmy and make pretty little whimpers, but I still don't feel an awful lot (though more than I do when domming). Being a pillow princess, they obviously play with me, groping and teasing me.

So. The issue:

The only time I get significant sexual stimulation to my tiddies is when I'm subbing.

Guess what happens when a switchy trans girl who I'm domming begs to suck my nipples and i let her?

Immediately my head is filled with all sorts of atrociously submissive thoughts

Oops.

Plus now it's self perpetuating too, as the stimulus likely has to be further avoided when domming if im to avoid dom drop 😖.

Welcome to my blog! Note this blog is mostly gonna be nsfw. Heres a bit about me:

My name is Ava (she/her, transfem), I'm 21, from the kc area, audhd, bi, and a switch.

My hobbies include making things, mechanical engineering, skateboards, art, political science, learning, and kinky sex.

Dms are open, treat me like a person, I'm not a kink dispenser, nor am I a piece of meat.

My fet is the same @ as here, i have pics posted there, I don't plan on posting entirely publicly atm though.

Cis men, minors, terfs, sissies, detrans, and related do not interact.