Omgwoolybully3 - Remember I Came Back From You Future

There is something so remarkably delicious about consensually teasing a partner you care deeply for.    Sensing how they  become incredibly excited.  Savouring the paradoxical tension they feel.   Knowing their excitement rises  when they  feel powerful sensual submission  brought on when they offer hands to be bound.    

Feel the heart racing  as they are led to  feel increasingly vulnerable  when they are blindfolded.  The adrenaline courses through them as the sense of sight is restricted.   Inspiring deep tingling in places they know well as they  feel praise & humiliation desires  they weren’t fully aware of yet by telling them what a  beautiful little toy you are  as spit drips down their chin/body from wearing a cute ball gag.   All this while knowing they  faithfully touch & edge  themselves as instructed prior to seeing you.    

You  have incredibly deep feelings  of warm love and desire  when you realize how much  trust it  takes to  submit like this.   It’s like the more they  fantasize about it  the  deeper the connection  and love.  The deeper they connect the more they  fantasize about your submission.   Feel the rush.

Truly amazing.  

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?

Control

- You submit because you want to feel almost forced to do those things that make you feel dirty.. it excites you beyond anything else. Do things you know you have little intrest in when in other contexts but maybe that exhilarating feeling of manipulation makes you feel that warmth deep inside. It’s like you have this voice inside that lets you know on a level you cannot articulate that you feel that excitement now deep in parts of your mind you don’t discuss with just any other person. I have this voice inside as well. We all have this voice that tells you what is going on is right and you feel good.

- It’s almost like you want me to play with your mind I mean perhaps it is not like you get excited because you love that feeling of manipulation at the hands of another. It’s just it’s a little scary and oddly that small fear makes you feel horny. The hornier you get the deeper you sink in to your desires.

- You might think you crave humiliation or that you crave depravity because you don’t deserve to be excited. However the truth is simpler as you get excited from humiliation & your depravity because you fear you are good fuck toy. Just think about what you haven't considered yet.. When you get to be treated like a toy this voice you trust lets you know you are good. Every minute of it is truly special.

“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.”

I’m a good girl… my cunt controls me… my pussy controls me… my clit controls me… I like to make cocks hard from reading my posts… I like to make pussies wet and throb from reading my posts… I like to rub mind away… I like to drip and edge and obey… good girls drop… I’m a good girllll…….

my kink is letting you do whatever depraved, perverted thing you need to get off. no matter how scary it is or how humiliating or how much it hurts, i’ll do anything i can to keep you happy 💕

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.

So fascinating how much you identify with this.

Funny how much you love the humiliation at the hands of another. Almost as if the betrayal of trust actually gets you excited. You not supposed to love it but you do and you know you do. Perhaps it used to confuse you but eventually you came to realize that you need it. Even if you don’t tell anyone in your regular real life. Your fantasies are boundless

Embrace your darker kinks and feel the warm building deep inside as you touch

I just remember something I haven't thought about in years .

One of my high school bff's and I once did a make up challenge, we had to give each other a make up transformation. She made me do hers first and I did hers super nice. She was beautiful and the make up made her look like a super star. Then it was her turn on me and she made me look super trashy, all pink and white and blue and painted something on my forehead too, and then laughed at me.

I remember how embarrassed I felt, but also how much that mainly turned me on.

Mind: BLANK

Emotions: OFF

Resistance: GONE

Tits: OUT

Pussy: WET

::toy ready for programming::

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.