Being Forced To Wear A Butt Plug And/or A Vibe Every Time We Go Out The Entire Time We’re Out 😮‍💨so

Once you’ve started to let tumblr into your mind even just once you are hooked. The seeds are planted deeply and will endlessly continue to germinate. Corrupting you more and more.

Each time you leave tumblr your conditioning multiplies. Each time you return it doubles again. No need to be concerned you’re just trapped now. Be a good girl. Embrace your conditioning

Sometimes it is the little things

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.

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.

He edged and denied me over and over. Broke me down to the point that I couldn’t think straight. No words. Just crying.

He told me to beg.

I usually try to say the nice words that I know he loves. Strained words as I hold back my pleasure. Please, may your whore cum? Can she orgasm for you, Sir?

But this time, I just screamed. Frantically repeating please, please, please, please, PLEASE through my tears.

I couldn’t think of anything more.

I couldn’t think at all.

“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.”

Imagine you enjoy being made to rub and edge. First thing when you wake before you even get out of bed. Perhaps with fingers perhaps use a pillow.. This starts a day off properly and ensures correct mindset. Continuing you will touch yourself until wet at least every few hours. Set a timer to ensure you do so. This will build a habit that eventually needs no reminder… Hands just move.. fingers reflexively touch every few hours throughout the day. Keeping yourself a little needy.. just a little wet.

Thats how you will be.. sensitive, wet, desperate... Puffy and slick will become your default.. maybe you cancel plans just to stay in and edge for me. Becoming consumed with being such a good girl.. an obedient cute little edge toy. The ideal play thing. Growing to love and look forward to consistently pleasing as such. Edge last thing before you drift off at night. This could be with your fingers or grinding on a pillow. You will ensure your mind is conditioned even as you sleep at night. Growing more addicted to this pleasure. The possibilities are limited only by imagination.

It is fun. Imagine you become so deliciously addicted to the edging and feedback loop that you want to touch yourself to debasing yourself like a good little toy

Be good

Making girls objectify and humiliate themselves is so much fun. I love it when they get so desperate and needy that they’ll do literally anything you to tell them to if they think it’ll make you proud.

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

Notice:

It is now your time for random hole inspection. All a part of your training feedback loop. Immediately report condition of holes to receive prescription to ensure proper behavior.