What's wrong honey? You were so talkative before, but now that my cock is filling you up, you're just making those cute little squeaks and moans instead.

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What's wrong honey? You were so talkative before, but now that my cock is filling you up, you're just making those cute little squeaks and moans instead.
A great thing about edging is that there's no sunk cost fallacy. The longer I go without cumming, the actual worse it would be to cum. I wouldnt want to waste all of that effort, that would just be selfish!
Speech restrictions are hot. But don’t just restrict me from speaking. Change my words. Remove some. Alter my vocabulary completely.
Can I becomes May I
Orgasm becomes Edge
Vibrator becomes Pillow
Mouth becomes Pussy
Pussy becomes Lube Dispenser
Sex becomes Anal
Panties becomes Chastity Belt
Speaking to you is a privilege. I should only do it respectfully, using the words you allow me.
Therapist who specializes in girls like you:
It wasn't that bad.. don't you think you're overreacting?... at least you were getting attention... you've probably rubbed to the memory of it, which means you actually liked it... why don't you tell me ten positive things about the experience... oh, it's perfectly normal to get tingly between your legs when thinking about it, so why don't you spread your legs and rub while you tell me how it was a positive experience... you know you won't heal unless you do what you're told... don't worry, I'm here to support you, let's reenact it together, you tell me every detail and I'll do exactly what he did to you...
An orgasm for a denial slut is pointless. It truly has no utility.
What? A rush of pleasure? An overwhelming moment that lasts a minute or two? All it does is force me to start at zero again. All it does is force you to break my mind again.
It immediately makes me less needy. It makes me feel less connected to you. I’m useless to you if I’m not needy and desperately obedient. I want to suffer for you. I only want to be aching and good for you.
It also makes orgasms less of a treat. If I cum often, I don’t look forward to it. The addicting anticipation is lost.
When I’m denied, the orgasm isn’t the reward - it’s almost a distraction. For me, the desperation, the waiting, the “not yet” is what turns me on. That’s far more pleasurable than the orgasm itself.
And, if I’m being honest, the true pleasure is my devotion to you, something much more intense than physical release could ever be.
Catch and release program for sluts that you chase through the woods at dusk when it’s cold enough to see your breath. Every time I catch you, I’m ripping a piece of your clothing off and letting you go again. When I catch you and there’s no clothing left on you, I’ll rip your dignity from your writhing, soaking, begging, arching body, and growl into your ear that victims aren’t supposed to cum.
You should bounce!
Just once, go on. It's fun! Just once.
Sitting down, standing up, lying down - doesn't matter! Go on! Just a little one.
There you go! Good girl.
Bouncing is never a bad choice.
It'a girly and fun. It's like a giggle!
It's a giggle with a jiggle.
Do it again! Just one more time. Just once!
Good girl!
Bouncy girl. Fun girl! You maybe even giggled on that one! It's okay if you did! And it's okay if you didn't. Maybe you will on the next one!
Bounce bounce bounce
It's fun!
Jiggle those thoughts loose
Just try it!
Maybe you feel dumb or stupid
Maybe you feel like you look a bit pathetic
You are!
You do!
It's good!
Silly girl, that's what it's for!
Just try it!
Mmmm.... bounce bounce bounce!
Heehee!
It feels so good....
To bounce...
Bounce
Bounce!
Heehee!
Just a dumb bouncy bimbo....
Heehee....
Giggle while I jiggle..
Heeheehee........
The idea of having a "group girlfriend" between me and my friends is honestly just kinda nice.
We take it in turns taking her on dates and giving her affection, and in return she's a good little slut for all of us.
We save some money on taking care of our best girl, and she gets all the attention and cock she deserves. It's literally a win win!
There’s something a little pathetic about being so grateful for touch that you cry. Tears welling in your eyes and a whine catching in your throat while you keep repeating “oh thank you thank you so much thank you.” Garbled words spilling from your throat because he has to know, he has to know, that you’re so deeply thankful for each moment that you’re allowed to touch.
Sometimes he’ll tell you that you can only get pleasure while holding your breath. So you force yourself to hold it for as long as your body lets you because you’re so desperate to rub. So desperate to feel the toy pressed against you even for a few short seconds. Body panicking for air but wanting pleasure more. Getting light headed, trying to whine without letting go of your breath, and edging within seconds because that’s what he’s trained you to do. Every second of lost air is a second of pleasure he’s allowed you to have and you can’t help but be grateful.
Other times he’ll make you train your throat. For every two minutes you manage to fuck your throat, a minute of pleasure is earned. So you earn it, you choke, your eyes water and you try desperately not to vomit. You can feel how wet you are with each shift of your thighs, how eager you are to touch. You only get to touch for a few minutes, throat sore, pussy aching and head completely empty of thoughts, but those short minutes are just filled with overwhelming gratitude. So thankful even when he tells you that you can’t edge, not yet, you just need to ache.
You’ve come to understand that obedience is better than pleasure. Even when that obedience makes you a crying, pathetic thing. Even when it means taking your breath away. Even when it makes your throat sore. Because that pleasure is earned, it’s gifted, and it’s not yours. And you’re so thankful for it.
god i want to milk a cock so bad,, just have my cunt clenching so hard and so much that a man has no choice but to drain his balls inside me and then some <3
just want to be tied up in a humiliating position while im forced to cum on cock over and over again 🥹
Me and my big bro have this wonderful game called "closed legs". He insert his dick between my legs and grinds on my cunt—and I can't open my legs because...
"If you open your legs, I'll fuck you and cum inside."
So I do my best to endure, but... My panties are very thin, I feel his precum mixing with mine, his cock head grinding against my clit... I cum over and over, but I won't open my legs.
Until I couldn't. One day he made me cum so good that my body twitched, then I accidentally opened my legs and big bro slid his dick inside me!
Gosh... He fucked me senseless. Uff...
i deserve to be drugged, taken to the middle of the woods, and raped in the back of someone's car
gamer boyfriend who uses me as his chair and lets me cockwarm him while he's playing. feeling him clench and squirm every time he's in combat or there's a scary part, he gets more and more frustrated as his character keeps dying. giving him some advice, whispering praises in his ear and touching him in encouragement until he manages to pass that difficult section. the game autosaves and he's bouncing on my lap, fucking himself on my cock
oh to have my asshole stretched so wide on a thick cock while my aching cunt pulses with need and drools all over a pair of fat balls
for me, the ultimate fantasy is being raped by someone who loves me. someone who just can't help himself around me, he needs me soooo bad. someone who praises me while he holds me down and forces me to take his cock. calls me his good girl, pretty little bunny, doing so good for him, making him feel so fucking good. someone who wants to take care of me, even while i'm crying and begging him to stop. who brushes my tears away and mumbles reassurances so soft and sweet in my ear. who helps me cum over and over and over. who wants me to feel just as good as he does, even if i don't want it. who cums inside me, telling me he's gonna knock me up and breed me so i can never leave him. i need someone who rapes every last thought out of my head, and then holds me and kisses my forehead afterwards. who puts me back together again with so much love and care and gentleness. who promises that he only rapes me because he loves me so much. he doesn't once apologize. one day, he'll convince me that this is for the best and i'll stop fighting him. until then, he's happy to keep raping me. it's for my own good.