God Corruption Is So Hot. Being A Good Little Sub And Getting Into More And More Fucked Up Shit, Realizing

“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.”

Good girls denied do the cutest most degrading things.

Filled

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?

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.

my daily mantras:

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

live your best life

When negative feelings like anxiety, depression, or self doubt begin to present themselves.. edge them away.

Have a fantastic day.

you know it’s funny, i’ve done a lot of humiliating things. i’ve submitted to strangers online. i’ve tortured myself for the amusements of others. i’ve pissed myself. i’ve made myself dumber and more desperate on purpose.

but the most humiliating thing that i can do is what i’m doing right now — admit that as much as i wish i was more, that i was better than this, i’m not. i can’t keep away no matter how hard i try. i will always have this craving to be humiliated and degraded. the thought of being used and abused will always make me ache and drip, even if it disgusts my rational mind.

i’m a dumb desperate slut with a broken mind. and i love it.

Never give up

You never  give up resisting.  Don’t  let my words stay  deep in your mind.  Just because I find your struggle so cute should have no bearing on your desire to not  touch yourself.   You’re trying to be good and avoid the desire to  touch yourself now  even though it is tempting, but you  keep reading my notes  like you are addicted   and you know you won’t be able to resist no matter how hard you try to be a good girl.   

Making her piss herself then bullying her for being so pathetic and pissing herself >>>

currently i keep thinking about being programmed by a hypnotherapist; them using their hypnosis to “help” you, while they actually just turn you into a dumb, mindless slut for them. rebuilding and reshaping your mind, making you more and more dependent on them until you leave your life behind and turn into nothing but their pet, their good toy for them to use whenever and however they please. just the thought of having your mind melted slowly but surely, all while thinking they’d never do anything like that is just so hot to me. even better when you slowly notice the ideas and fantasies that have been planted in your mind, thinking that the idea of being a mindless plaything has always been a part of you.♡

i am such a sucker for that concept istg.