“Humiliating Isn’t It. Being Told To Lay There And Hump The Air While I Watch. You’re Doing All

Fascinating things happen when you notice someone that you recognize as truly special. It’s like there’s a part of you that becomes hyper aware, and it locks in on whatever you’re focusing on.

When that comes alive, it’s almost like you close off your awareness of your surroundings, and it’s just this one thing that commands all your attention, and you can’t ignore it.

It is as if it doesn’t even matter how much you try to turn away, you’re drawn closer. When you have a clear picture about something important, and you focus on it, there is another part of you that begins to take all the stuff that doesn’t matter and pushes it away.

Have you ever noticed how, as soon as your attention becomes aware of a trivial distraction, it shrinks it in your mind and screams at you to focus and snap you’re right back on what really does matter? All you have to do is realize that what you’re doing is important, and this part gets ready. This part that ignores the unimportant will take what really matters and make it grow bigger and brighter in your mind, so that nothing will distract you and the more you try to turn away, the more important this becomes.

That is deliciously awesome! You will be much happier and fulfilled. Your owner must be very proud.

Live your purpose!

I’m a dumb edged out cunt. I never deserve to cum.

Real-Life Experience

Sir loves watching football. He also loves watching me torture myself with pleasure. Last night, he had me strip naked and lie in front of the television with my legs spread. During play time I had to be touching myself. I could edge, rub my clit, fuck myself with my fingers, whatever I wanted- except cum. During halftime I was on no-touch. Sir made me crawl over to him and use my mouth to pleasure his cock and balls, pussy denied and dripping, until he came deep in my throat. I swallowed every drop, like a good slut should. Then back in front of the television to edge through the second half. When the game was over, he asked me if I wanted to cum now. I was so horny and desperate after nearly two hours of teasing. I ached for that orgasm.

“Yes, Sir… PLEASE. Please. I want it so, so badly. Please let me cum, Sir.”

“Well, you’ve been such a good girl all evening… fine, you can cum.”

“THANK YOU, SIR.”

“-but! You have a choice. You have permission to cum however you want, as hard as you want. You won’t get in trouble if you cum properly. No punishment. But it would make me so very happy if you’d ruin it for me.”

My clit was throbbing with the built-up pleasure. I wanted that orgasm so badly. But I wanted to make Sir happy too.

“But, sir… please. Please, I edged so good.”

“I know, and you can cum. I love watching you cum. But I love watching you ruin it even more. Can you think of a better reason to cum properly than that your ruin would make me happy? Don’t stop touching while you think about it.”

I kept slowly rubbing my clit.

“No, sir… I want to make you happy… but… I want to cum… so much… god…”

“Your choice, princess.”

I struggled so hard, feeling that orgasm build, right on the edge… the orgasm that would take me over, would feel so incredible… maybe the last orgasm I’d be offered for days… yes… yes… yes… I tipped over the edge. And then I ruined it. Hard. For him.

I pulled my hands back to my thighs, screaming at the feeling of my pussy spasming and twitching as all that pleasure slipped away, ensuring I’d stay horny and desperate all night.

He came over then and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my forehead and telling me all the things that make the denial and frustration worth it. “Good girl. I’m so proud of you, princess. You made me so happy today. You’re so perfect like this.”

And then he said the hottest, most perfect, cruelest thing of all.

“Now give me another ruin.”

I love him so much.

Such an amazing loop

More.

More edging.

More porn.

More audios.

You need more.

It's never enough.

It will never be enough.

The more you do it the more you break.

The more you break, the better it feels.

The better it feels, the more you do it.

You lost.

And you love it.

 Attention, manipulation and degradation are your holy trilogy. Only the worst perversions tickle your itch. You know it takes him some time and effort to persuade you deeper into your little pit. He knows what you think about. He nurtures your disgusting fantasies. He assures you that you’re a dumb little girl, he ties you to his bed to lick and suck every inch of your body. You find this romantic, him tasting his property. Deep down you know he is only whetting his appetite.

You like it when he starts to get bossy, cruel, and controlling. It feels sweet when he micromanages you. He tells you to dye your hair and what panties to wear and that you’re never, ever, ever, allowed to cum without his permission. You’re led steadily with kisses, edges, rules and presents. Soon you’re never without your plug and collar. It’s been a year since you’ve cum, and may never again.

You respond to: slave, cunt, puppy, slut, and princess only. This bizarre- and some would argue negative attention gets you wet. You need it. You agreed to it, and you’ve always wanted it. You comply with his commands. To torture you is to spoil you. He understands this perfectly, and will ignore every false objection or bratty outburst. He knows that ‘no’ means ‘please’ and that you’ll always come to your senses after being fed an erection.

Your fixation with this control festers, you ache with need. You begin to melt. You understand this helpless and hellish sensation as bliss. Your little brain bends as your cunt is pierced shut and your asshole stretched. Your body is his. Him and his new girlfriend call you piggy, cunt, it, or doll. Still your mouth and cunt drip, eager to be stuffed, pumped full of warm lust or punctured, slapped. You only feel him in your ass now, only on the floor, or between the bars of your puppy crate. You only feel her, heavy and wet and reeking of sex, grinding on your face. His cock tastes like her cunt or your ass, kisses without the gag are rare. In the middle of the night you finally understand your place. Terrified, you writhe against the latex, your movement triggers your shock collar over and over again until you’re exhausted, still and asleep.

You wake up gagging on cock, quietly sobbing while fulfilling his needs.

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

Numbing cream

This morning I had some time to be lazy in the bed before work. I was going to edge, then I remembered the numbing cream. I have Emla for using before laser epilation (to get rid of the hair) on my labia. 

I’ve been fantasizing about BeingFuckedWithNumbingCreamOn SlowlyLosingSensationAnd WastingTheRareChanceToCum for some time now. Wanted to try how it really feels.

I took the cream from the bed side drawer and put a large amount on my finger. 

Even the thought of this made my pussy drip. Without even touching my clit, I was on the edge. It’s all in the mind, after all ;) In my strange mind. 

I reached my clit and rubbed the whole amount in circles, until it was all soaked. Some on the surrounding area too. I made sure there was an excess amount of cream directly on the clit. 

I edged, just from this brief stimulation on my clit. With the thought of the numbing cream, it was so intense. I stopped touching, but I was going to go over the edge, I could feel it. So I opened my legs wide and opened my labia with hands wide, to stop the slightest contact on my clit. Like that, I waited for 10 minutes, and rubbed to test. The sense had decreased, but I could still feel the touch. Ahh it was soo sweet. I waited another 15 minutes and rubbed again. Oh my.. nothing. 

My clit stopped existing. I touched and rubbed and pressed. Nothing. Just a piece of nerveless meat. Like your mouth after the dentist gives you the anesthetic shot.

My clit completely numbed, I reached for my dildo. It is very smooth, polished wood, curved, to press the right spots inside. I started fucking myself with it. There was a lot of pleasure from the dildo too. I thought I was getting close. If I went over the edge I decided to let it happen so that I prove myself that I can cum from penetration only. I would cum, and remove the dildo just when I start to throb, and ruin it. 

Idea of ruining a penetration-only orgasm sounded so evil. Made me hotter. 

I fucked myself so fast with the dildo. Without my clit feeling nothing, the pleasure was intense, but just not enough. Or maybe it would be enough if I could continue as long as necessary but my arm would get so tired after like 4-5 minutes I’d need to stop and rest. With each frenzied thrust, I edged. With each stop for rest, I calmed down. As I was fucking myself with the dildo like crazy I heard these inner voices of some strangers I imagined playing with me:

 “This is all you get for pleasure now. Your clit is gone. Kaputt. Nada. All you get is penetration only. Cum from this.” 

This was so hot and I was so close I was panting and moaning in the bedroom out loud and sweating… Yet I could not go over that edge.

More than an hour of furiously trying, my arms were very tired, and my body was very frustrated. I gave up. I dressed, and came to work.

My clit came back like half and hour later I left home. It started throbbing with need under my jeans.

I have been at work for 3 hours. I can not do real work. I can not concentrate on anything. The ache on my pussy has consumed me. The need is overwhelming.

When I talk to my colleagues, it’s like I’m faking the conversation. What I’m really thinking about is the ache.

Instead of doing proper work, I am typing this on my laptop, getting wetter and more needy as type it.

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

Which type of cunt are you?

A. You look innocent. Somewhat classy, but deep inside, you have sick twisted fantasies and it makes you wet, just knowing how filthy you really are. How no one has a clue about it. You know you are sicker and filthier than most girls. Message me and say “I am sick, daddy” if you belong to this category.

B. You’re a nympho slut. A sex-addict. A cumwhore. Even while you function and do your daily chores, being filled, fucked and used is the only thing on the back of your mind. You pretend to be classy, but secretly you’re a wet mess all fucking day. Sex is the only thing on your mind. You could feel your pussy all day long, if you wouldn’t have to do chores. Just need the right man to use you and keep you on his leash, all day long. Message me and say “Break me, daddy” if you belong to this category.

C. Humiliation. That’s what makes you cum. Being treated like trash. Being called names. Pissed on. Slapped. Treated like a fucking sex object with all dignity and self respect taken away. You feel guilty later on, after you’ve been used. After you cum. Yet within a few hours, you’re craving that degradation again. Caught in the vicious cycle again and you know there’s no escaping now. You’ll never be able to cum to a “nice” guy again. Don’t need them either. Message me and say “I am trash, daddy” if you belong to this category.

D. You have a Husband. A boyfriend. A lover, yet here you are. Cumming to rough, degrading porn. To women being used like shit and half wishing it was you. Your partner has no idea you’re here and nor is he kinky or wild enough to use you like this. Fucking need to cheat on him secretly and be used. You need daddy to use you like you were made to be used and cheating only makes this cunt drip more. Message me and say “make me cheat, daddy” if you belong to this category.

E. No strong father figure in your life? Even when you had one, you were neglected. Making you attracted towards a strong father figure from an early age. You want to call a guy “daddy” before doing everything in your way to please him. That’s how you’ll earn the affection you never got. You’re broken now and you’ve got daddy issues, but you’ve embraced it. Message me and say “You are my daddy” if you belong to this category.

F. You want to be controlled, from what you think about to what you wear. Tasks and rules complete you. You want to be brainwashed. Corrupted. Left an addict by daddy till the point that you can’t say no, even when you want to. You act normal, but deep down inside you just want to be an owned, braindead sextoy. Once a good girl, now reduced to nothing but a vacant look and gaping holes. Message me and say “Brainwash me, daddy” if you belong to this category.

Think I missed out on a category? Let me know and I’ll put that up too. Choose a max of two categories which suit you best and let daddy know.

everyone is strange, and being passionate is attractive. don’t be afraid to be who you are and enjoy life the way you want to