Never Give Up

Make me cheat daddy, fuck it's so accurate

It is as if I was speaking to you from inside your head.

Is mind control ethical

of course! i mean, you never hear anyone who's been mind controlled complain about the experience. in fact, they all love it!

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"A simple sexy swimsuit picture, the kind that barely was worth noticing suddenly became a call to embrace the patriarchy, to expose her body, to destroy her boring life and be reborn as something else. It was the power of language: it got inside her head more than anything else, because thoughts were built on language itself-- to read was to let some foreign mental being colonize her brain, just for a little while. To read was to surrender and let someone else’s thoughts inside her. It was a profound intimacy, a sort of consensual mind rape. "

-@theprettynosferatu

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Pretty Nosferatu Hopefully Temporary

Empty She tried not to listen, she really did-- but the neighbors were making it legitimately impossible, with their shouts and laughter

Love prettynosferato

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

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.

Edging. It’s been 359 days since I’ve cum and I’m not going to cum this year. I don’t deserve orgasms. I’m best edged out and needy and pathetic.

Good girls denied do the cutest most degrading things.

“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)

They say that all good things cum to an end... Fortunately you will never be quite THAT good... Listen lovingly Edge endlessly Obey openly Obedience is Pleasure Enslavement is Bliss Slip on a pair...and slip deeper under My spell

Sadism Please

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.