“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 want someone to hurt me. I like pain, yes. But it's knowing that someone *wants* to hurt me, that my pain arouses them, that they are pleased by my suffering. That's the sexiest thing.
Tell me that I make cute noises when you hit me.
Tell me that my tears make turn you on.
Tell me that I'm so pretty when I'm afraid.
Sometimes, pin me down or tie me up so that I can't escape the torture.
Sometimes command me to take it using my own discipline to stay still.
Give me the opportunity to prove my devotion by suffering for you.
I promise, I'll be a good girl.
it is so rewarding to turn a very smart woman into a stupid, edge addicted girl. she truly is capable of amazing things and i have watched her achieve great heights but she readily throws that off to the side to be a mindless whore for me<3
Yes, baby.
Yes, it’s possible to learn to like anal. To love the feeling of being stretched there, being filled. To crave it.
But I don’t want that, baby.
I want you to hate it every single time.
I want you to cry while I fuck your ass, I want you to beg me not to and promise anything and everything just so I won’t do it again.
I want it to be my favorite hole anyway.
Will you do that for me, baby?
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?
before my bf comes home from work i
- edge to make sure im in the right state of mind to be a good fucktoy
- put a plug in my asshole so it’s ready if he wants to use it
- make the bed and clean the kitchen so he doesn’t have to
- shower, do my make up pretty, and pick out a tiny outfit
- edge again until he’s home
tada! how to make your man happy
“Beg me not to let you cum, slut”
“Tell me you don’t want to cum”
“Tell me what you are?” “A good girl” “And what don’t good girls do?” “Good girls don’t cum, Sir”
“Beg me to not let you have any relief. Convince me that an orgasm is the last thing you want”
“Tell me all the reasons why you don’t want to cum, whore”
Nothing gets me horny and desperate to cum than having to edge relentlessly and say that I don’t want to
Good girls edge over the nastiest and grossest porn they can find. It doesn’t matter how bad they’re gonna fry their brains. They just need to keep rubbing over and over until their brains leak out of their ears.
Hi sir - I’ve been edging for the past few weeks and reading your posts but I have no one to use me… do I keep edging until the right man comes along?
Basically… I’m asking for permission to cum because I’ve been edging for weeks and it’s all I can think about, even now my clit is throbbing and pussy is clenching around nothing just thinking about cumming. I’ve had no release and it’s all I can think about.
Please let me know what I can do, I’m desperate for some sort of guidance or instruction :((
-R💕
Good toy for reaching out!
Isn’t it delicious maintaining this state of heightened sexual tension? Shaping your daydreams.. permeating your mind… making your life more fun… creating intrigue… being complicit in your own bliss.
Rub more, edge more, goon more until you have permission. Let the feelings driven by your desire wash over your brain and savor it.
The short answer is yes. Keep edging until you have permission from a man. Some enjoy making posts and having their orgasms somewhat controlled by followers, which can be fun. Or it could be a rl or an online partner. As long as it’s someone you enjoy interacting with and trust to maintain your boundaries and help guide you in just the right ways that drive your desire. If you would like me to give guidance and perhaps permission, feel free to reach out directly as opposed to anon and we can see if it is a good fit.
Enjoy yourself, have fun, be safe and good luck!
walking around the house trying to do normal things with my clit clamped 😭 it hurts and hearing the bell jingle anytime I move is so embarrassingffff
I'm having difficulty denying myself for more than a few days, but I know good girls should edge. Do you have any advice or tasks?
It's great you are interested in exploring a heightened experience that typically may only be achieved with some denial.. You deserve a lot of credit for reaching out... So thats good! There are a few ways to help but it seems like the easiest is to have a partner who can help you.. Someone you trust that can give some guidance. It's a big difference having the accountability.
Feel free to reach out & good luck!
Think about how it feels when the head of his cock pops into your tight, unfucked asshole for the first time. For you, the stretching your hole is forced to do is so painful it can bring you to tears. But for him, his cock is being squeezed and stroked in a way he can't achieve without you. He feels intense pleasure and the desire to push his cock deeper and deeper. This is a natural example of why his pleasure comes before yours.
Think about how your first reaction to his cock invading your asshole is to tense up, tighten your hole even more, cry and beg him to stop, "no please it hurts." Your crying about your pain just makes his cock harder, grow bigger inside the hole he already barely fits inside, makes him want to fuck you harder and deeper in spite of your pain. This is a natural example of why his pleasure comes before yours.
Because you can't help but cry and beg for mercy, and he can't help spreading your ass open as much as he can and pushing his cock deeper inside. Both of you are just doing what you're naturally programmed to do. He fucks, you get fucked.
In spite of the pain coming from your now stretched and pounded asshole, your empty pussy is literally dripping with need. To you, it's begging for him to fuck it instead of your ass but to him, it's confirmation that you love how he's changing your new fuckhole forever. He can choose to give you some of his pleasure, play with your swollen clit to help you relax and find the joy in being an anal slut. But this is his choice, and this is a natural example of why his pleasure comes before yours.
And eventually, you learn that it really does feel good when he forces the length of his cock up your ass. You feel full, useful, needed. He needs to fuck your asshole and you need to let him. This is your natural place.
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.
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.
always closer but never over...
always closer but never over...
always closer but never over...
every time i edge i think it's coming...
instead i fall back down and have to start over...
so hot...
edging, edging, edging...
Baby, I won’t be happy until you’re crawling on the floor with your leash in my hand like that pretty, pathetic pet you are. Show me how much you’d degrade yourself just to have me use your body for pleasure
I vow to never cum again. Daddy told me that a girl's orgasm is a vital tool for the pleasure of real Men and never for the pleasure of a stupid inferior girl...
I promise to edge and edge until I'm all stupid and wet, but never cum.
Staying orgasm free means being a good girl. 😇
💞Good girls never cum, good girls rub their brains DUM💞
“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.”
Force me to drink a bunch of water and then not let me pee. Tell me if I wet myself, I’ll be punished terribly. Then proceed to rape and beat me over and over again. With toys, with your cock… It’ll hurt so much more when I’m raped with my bladder full. Don’t stop until I piss myself and then punish me for being such a disgusting little slut who can’t follow simple orders.
i am not a person. i am an object for use. i exist to be used, fucked, and degraded. i am a toy, a fleshlight, a brainless piece of fuckmeat. i need all of my holes filled with cock and cum. i exist to serve. i am nothing if i am not being fucked and/or preparing myself to be fucked. i edge to dumb myself down and i brainwash myself to serve my true purpose. i must take cock in every hole as often as possible, especially my ass
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
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.
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.
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!
Let me humiliate myself for you. Let me debase myself for you. I want your approval so badly I’ll do anything to get it. I want you to be pleased to have me. If that means I have to turn myself into a desperate, needy, pathetic little fuckdoll so be it.
I love that porn has broken me and made me want to be raped by several people and want objects of all sizes to be fucked into all my holes and want people to do horrible degrading things to me. I can't cum without thinking about strangers molesting me and my friends forcing their thick cocks into me only to fill me with their piss.