I’m Scared Of My Daddy, But He Won’t Let Me Say No To Things ‘I’m The One Who Is In Charge’

“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.”

Sometimes a girl just needs to be held… with one hand on her throat.. while she’s edged and made to admit her dark kinks while she cries.

It’s ok. Let it all out my good little toy.

Reading your blog has me so horny. I just want to edge and drip while reading your posts and never ever cum

aww 💕 you should know, tho...

it'll make you worse. those kinks you already have? get ready for them to go up to 11. those kinks you don't think you have? get ready to get them.

it'll make you needy. other people's attention will be like a drug. you'll be dying for their approval.

it'll make you dumb. you will have the kind of empty mind a Buddhist initiate dreams of.

you will lose time. one edge turns into ten turns into twenty... hours go by with your hand between your legs and you won't even notice.

most of all... you'll give up. on what, exactly, is impossible to say. maybe you'll give up on ever getting permission. maybe you'll give up your rights to cum whenever you want. or you'll give up on anything ever feeling as good as denial. or you'll give up the idea of being human entirely and become a pet thing mostly made of need. regardless, you will give up. you will give in. in so many ways.

enjoy 💕

Edging is better than cumming.

You know

That fantasy you drift to in your mind when you want to  touch yourself.  You’re not sure if you want to  touch yourself  now but you  keep thinking about it  .   You know when you  think about will you  edge yourself,  it always makes those thoughts stir deep inside you.   They stir when you think about how edging makes you feel and what that means for your satisfaction.  Edging is exciting for you, good for you and fun.  Learning this is exciting.  We all have memories of things we’ve learned, and maybe you can even remember your very earliest memory of learning, when you learned what it was like to learn. Maybe you were with a group of people or with someone older, but in that moment, you knew what it was like to learn, and everything seemed right. It sounded true, and it felt real. In a lot of ways, it’s like  this voice  a voice of experience and support. So when you think about what it is you’re going to learn, and you listen, you can hear  this voice  … and if you listen… really listen… you can hear  this voice  right now… speaking to you, right from the very center of who you are. This is your voice of experience and support. I have a voice like that, and you have  this voice  too… and even in the quiet moments of your thoughts, you can always  hear this voice … guiding you, protecting you and keeping you from harm.

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.

It's just a coincidence that more & more you get off to what gets me off. It's not like I have anything to do with it...

tell me what porn to get off to so i can become even more disgusting 💖💖💖 plant all ur desires into my brain so that i can only cum to what turns YOU on

Tumblr has taught me to edge. i am learning to crave the mindless effects of edging. i love how it make me more depraved. i have been edging all weekend!

an underrated kink is corruption. i want to make you worse. i love to coax it all out of you and make you admit how hot you really think it is. don’t worry, no one’s going to find out. no one’s going to judge you. it’s okay, you don’t have to fight it anymore. just let it get to you. you need this.