Oh Is It Too Much, Princess? You're Gagging Too Much? You Can Barely Breathe? But This Is What You Wanted,

Hi sir, I’m still a little shy to reach out but I find myself periodically edging myself to your blog. Even at uni I’ll sneak off to the bathroom and what starts as an innocent check to see if you’ve posted turns into an edge which has me clenching my thighs in the lectures after, until I ca get home and edge some more.

It’s even worse now that I’ve bought myself one of those remote toys, which buzz at just the lowest setting to keep me on edge for hours, it’s so frustrating.

I feel even more frustrated than ever, and I hope you don’t mind me using you for permission, there’s something delicious about giving control of my orgasms to a total stranger who fulfils my every fantasy… can I please cum sir? I’ve been so good and followed your instructions from the last message I sent.

-R💕

Such a good toy! It seems like edging yourself feels so right. Bask in the feeling. Let the chemicals produced by your body from rubbing and edging flood your brain… building new synapses & neural pathways. Are you sure you want to cum?

Real-Life Experience

Sir loves watching football. He also loves watching me torture myself with pleasure. Last night, he had me strip naked and lie in front of the television with my legs spread. During play time I had to be touching myself. I could edge, rub my clit, fuck myself with my fingers, whatever I wanted- except cum. During halftime I was on no-touch. Sir made me crawl over to him and use my mouth to pleasure his cock and balls, pussy denied and dripping, until he came deep in my throat. I swallowed every drop, like a good slut should. Then back in front of the television to edge through the second half. When the game was over, he asked me if I wanted to cum now. I was so horny and desperate after nearly two hours of teasing. I ached for that orgasm.

“Yes, Sir… PLEASE. Please. I want it so, so badly. Please let me cum, Sir.”

“Well, you’ve been such a good girl all evening… fine, you can cum.”

“THANK YOU, SIR.”

“-but! You have a choice. You have permission to cum however you want, as hard as you want. You won’t get in trouble if you cum properly. No punishment. But it would make me so very happy if you’d ruin it for me.”

My clit was throbbing with the built-up pleasure. I wanted that orgasm so badly. But I wanted to make Sir happy too.

“But, sir… please. Please, I edged so good.”

“I know, and you can cum. I love watching you cum. But I love watching you ruin it even more. Can you think of a better reason to cum properly than that your ruin would make me happy? Don’t stop touching while you think about it.”

I kept slowly rubbing my clit.

“No, sir… I want to make you happy… but… I want to cum… so much… god…”

“Your choice, princess.”

I struggled so hard, feeling that orgasm build, right on the edge… the orgasm that would take me over, would feel so incredible… maybe the last orgasm I’d be offered for days… yes… yes… yes… I tipped over the edge. And then I ruined it. Hard. For him.

I pulled my hands back to my thighs, screaming at the feeling of my pussy spasming and twitching as all that pleasure slipped away, ensuring I’d stay horny and desperate all night.

He came over then and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my forehead and telling me all the things that make the denial and frustration worth it. “Good girl. I’m so proud of you, princess. You made me so happy today. You’re so perfect like this.”

And then he said the hottest, most perfect, cruelest thing of all.

“Now give me another ruin.”

I love him so much.

Stressed? Just edge yourself til you see stars princess. Til you're covered in sweat and cum. Til you forget your worries, name, and purpose in life. Til all you can think about is pleasure. Til it feels so good you pass out from the intense feeling. Til that's all you are. Til your mind is all blank and empty and good.

I love the precipice between order and obedience. That moment right after my brain registers a command and just before my body carries it out, especially when the command pushes me into new submissive territory. I step outside of myself for that moment and watch myself process it. Am I really going to do that? I could never. I would never. It’s too much. Too embarrassing. Too vulnerable. Too delicious to deny. My body has already made the choice. All I can do is watch as I hand over another piece of my dignity to please them, knowing I’ll do it again and again until nothing’s left but pleasure and obedience.

Pretty sure i accidentally conditioned myself to get horny as soon as i go to type in my password for this forsaken app lmao

truth

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

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. ❤️

Why, hello there. So, I've been poking inside your head a bit and I've found something peculiar. You seem to have both a degradation kink and a praise kink. That has to be hard. Let me try to help.

You, edging there like a mindless piece of fuckmeat. Look at yourself. A slave to your cunt. Such a beautiful fuckdoll! A worthless, pretty toy to use and abuse. Such a good girl for cock!

Drool for me. You look so dumb and cute with your tongue out as you edge! So mindfucked and sexy! This is what you are for. To please. To obey. To expose that slutty body. Pretty girls like yourself are made to be porn. Good girls like yourself are cumdumps for whoever wants to use you. You deserve it! You've done such a good job breaking yourself, going deeper and deeper...

I'm so proud of you. You are turning yourself into a perfect, obedient, beautiful sex object! You are becoming more and more the living entertainment you were meant to be. Why else would you be so pretty if not to give cocks something to cum to?

Such a slutty cunt. You need it so badly, need the attention, need the validation. And you are earning it by being such an amazing good girl! Keep going. Go deeper. I know you'll be the best piece of fuckmeat ever!

Why denial is important:

A good girl knows that she needs to edge. She knows that she needs to edge as much as she possibly can, and stay as frustrated and horny as humanly possible. She knows this because she knows one very important thing:

sex isn’t for her. It’s for the people who use her.  And all of that edging, all of that work to bring herself to incredible levels of frustration and arousal are rendered moot the moment that she lets herself cum. Yes, an orgasm brings with it satisfaction and contentment, and it’s for those exact reasons that a good girl knows better. Because, after all, if she isn’t worked up… if she isn’t frustrated, and her cunt isn’t constantly yanking her attention back down to it, she runs the risk of forgetting one very important thing:

good girls exist to be used. And if she lets herself cum, she loses her edge. She loses all that pent up frustration and need. She loses her need to be used. But, she knows better.