[desperately-denied-blog]

I’m at ikea rn and my horny ass needs to calm down, I almost impulse bought a bed frame just because I saw that I could potentially tie someone’s hands to the headboard and feet spread eagle to the bottom posts - x

sksksk you SHOULD’VE. god i would literally kill to have you as my dom (irl)... especially if you make purchases with THOSE intentions in mind. i can’t even imagine the other ideas you would have jsjdjd fuck

[deliberate-cruelty]

Oof I want some somnophilia during a thunderstorm. The pitch black of night, the howling storm outside, but under the covers it's hushed. My fingertips muted across your skin as my thigh pushes yours apart, getting more demanding. The little whimpers you'd make in your sleep, barely audible, so soft they would go unnoticed if I wasn't living for their sweet sound. The light rustle of blankets shifting as I move to a better vantage point, watching the lightening reflect against your calm face. My hand creeping up to cover your mouth, testing to see if you're asleep still or faking, hoping I continue. The soft "shh baby, it's just a thunderstorm" with my hot breath against your neck, all the while getting more rough and needy. Feeling you grip onto my shoulders tightly, from the storm both outside and inside...

[softhearted-dom]

a concept: binding a sub with some rope, arms behind their back. holding them by their arms as you ease them down onto a sybian. at first it isnt turned on, you just make them ride it. when they get into a rhythm and you can tell they arent focusing on you anymore, turn on the toy. smirk as they gasp out and try to clench their thighs together, of course to no avail as they have to stay spread to stay on the toy. you tell them to keep riding the toy as you watch, maybe touching yourself but probably just watching them as they get increasingly desperate. you tell them to look at you as you implement a rule: with their arms behind their back they can’t fall forward. they either stay upright and keep riding the toy or if they fall forward, they get punished; edged, and denied for as long as you choose. what the sub doesnt know is you will continue upping the toy vibration levels until they fall forward with a cry. one of pleasure but also of frustration because they know a long night of torture is ahead of them. 

[desperately-denied-blog]

hi there! i just wanted to make an official announcement to say that my old blog @teaseme-edgeme was terminated by tumblr. from now on i will be working off of this account! so please reblog this post if you can so that anyone who used to follow and might be confused about my whereabouts know that i am here!💕💕💘✨✨ thanks and i love you all!!

[desperately-denied-blog]

I got “Spank pussy five times”

oohhh, did you do it??

[teaseme-edgeme]

now, on the lowest setting, i’m slowly going to run the vibe back and forth over your swollen lips… god, look at the way your back arches so pretty for me. i bet you can feel those vibrations coursing all throughout your body… i bet they’re absolutely electric, aren’t they love? now… maybe we’ll do this for another 20 minutes? just tease your folds… yeah maybe we will… then I’ll finally touch your clit… of course, you’re still wearing your panties, so it’s not like you can feel that much with how low the vibe is at. i suppose its worth a try, especially if i get to watch you struggle so meaninglessly. god, i love watching you sweat and buck your hips. really shows how nice and desperate you are baby. fuck, maybe i shouldn’t even let you cum? you’re making it so tempting to leave you horny and wet like this…

[desperately-denied-blog]

Liz’s Wheel of Denial

This is my wheel of denial from my previous account in case anyone wants to use it + use it on me💘💜💕❤️✨

[babybiboy]

I just want to strip her down and lay her out on the bed with her hands tied to the bed posts and her legs tied to the end of the bed, open. I want her completely vulnerable and helpless so I can watch her squirm while I play with her clit. I want to tease her and edge her over and over while she’s not able to please herself. I can imagine her frustrated moans as I refuse to give her what she wants.

[t4t4t]

[misssmeat-deactivated20251019]

“And that’s how I signed myself up for 150 edges,” I say shrugging.

You look down at me, shaking your head and laughing. I’m kneeling at your feet, my head resting on your lap. One of my favorite places to be.

“But, I wrote a disclaimer,” I say with excitement, raising my head off your lap to look at you. “My Dominant partners can always choose to let me orgasm! We don’t have to follow any silly games I’m playing with my followers.”

I watch as you begin to twist one of the gold rings on your hand. You’re thinking.

“Hmm. But your Dominant partner can also choose to deny your orgasm,” you muse.

My heart sinks… That wasn’t the plan.

I open my mouth to protest, and you immediately stick a finger between my lips.

“Suck.”

Glaring up at you, I close my lips and begin to run my tongue along your finger.

You hook my leash to the pale pink collar around my neck and pull your finger from my mouth.

“You do not speak except ‘Yes, Sir,’ and you stay on your knees, close to the ground where you belong. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I say quietly looking down at the floor. You’re using the voice. The voice that doesn’t leave room for argument, the voice that makes me feel small, the voice that reminds me of my place.

You slip a blindfold over my eyes and stand. I stay kneeling in darkness, waiting for a signal. I feel the pull on my collar, and I begin to crawl. Tentative, blind, but trusting you completely.

I can feel a wetness start to form between my legs; I hate how much I love being on your leash. Crawling behind you like your beloved little pet, eager for her master’s approval. I think you’ve led me to the other room before you tell me to stop crawling. 

“Kneel, legs spread, chest out, arms behind your back. Mouth open.”

I quickly get into position for you, the cold chain of the leash falling between my tits. I’ve accepted that you’ll be edging me, but I’m excited to learn that I get to suck your cock first. I love tasting you, feeling you in the back of my throat, and su-

FUCK YOU! I shake my head violently, struggling against the dildo gag you’ve shoved into my waiting mouth.

It’s locked into place before I can get a word in.

Your hand is in my hair, yanking my head back as I feel your breath on my ear.

“Behave, or edging will be the only pleasure you’ll ever enjoy again.”

I nod slightly, pulling at your grip and beginning to suck on the dildo secured in my mouth.

“What was that?” you ask, yanking my head back further.

I muffle a sad, pathetic, little, “Yes, Sir,” through the gag.

“Hmmmm. I think I’ve decided that I like you better when you’re quiet.”

I shake my head in protest; I can’t see you, but I know what’s coming next. You start to pump the gag with air. The drool begins to drip down my chin as the dildo grows larger to fill my mouth. I try to tell you to stop, but I’m no longer able to get a sound out. The tears are forming, and I feel powerless.

“Keep your position, slut.”

Silently, I nod, feeling drool slip to my tits.

My body tenses and I grunt loudly into the gag, wincing behind the blindfold. You’ve closed a clamp on my left nipple, and when I try to pull away from the second clamp… I realize you’ve chosen the pair with bells.

“Table,” you command simply after securing my nipples.

I move from my kneeling position to all fours, my legs spread wide and my back flat. The bells clamped to my nipples jingle as a humiliating reminder of your power over me.

“Let’s continue the edging game, little girl. Slap the ground once when you get close to orgasming. If I hear the bells jingle, the vibrator comes off, you get no more playtime tonight, but you continue to fulfill your duty as a fuckhole for my enjoyment.” You forcefully stick a finger in my ass to emphasize the last comment causing me to jerk forward, the bells ever jingling.

I nod silently while sucking the gag in an effort to control my drool.

You turn the hitachi on and press it against my clit. Already sensitive from weeks of edging, I whine into my gag and jolt forward immediately causing the bells to jingle. Fuck fuck fuck.

The vibrator is immediately turned off. You pump my gag, and I choke back a sob.

“Too much noise. Whining. Crying. The chiming of the bells. It’s not ladylike to draw so much attention to yourself. This is your warning. I know your body is desperate for relief, but please don’t disappoint me. Hold your position.”

The vibrator comes to life again, and I brace for the wave of pleasure. You press it against that perfect little spot on my clit, and my body tenses.

But I don’t wiggle, I don’t jingle, and I don’t make a sound.

The drool is dropping from my chin and pooling on the floor as my body begins to shake slightly from the need. I close my eyes tightly behind the blindfold, embarrassed by how quickly I’m reaching the edge.

And then, I slap the floor.

The vibrator comes off of my clit, and I want to scream. But I am silent and my body is still as you laugh at my 45-second edge.

“You have a long evening ahead of you,” you say between chuckles.

And the vibrator is back.

30 seconds.

I slap the ground. And the vibrator is gone again.

You repeat the cycle of 20-40 second edges for 15 minutes. My body is shaking, arms and legs barely able to hold myself up, tears mixing with drool forming a puddle on the floor below me.

You give the gag another pump; now I’m fighting to breathe.

“Down,” you command.

I shake my head, knowing what’s below me.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

I slowly lower my arms and let my face come to rest on the wet floor below me. My cheek slides in my own drool and tears, and I begin to cry harder from the humiliation and overwhelming desperation.

“Quiet. You should have thought twice before you made a mess all over the floor.”

The vibrator is on again. Your hand firmly rests on my back, forcing me into the arch you love and pushing my face in my own disgusting puddle.

Edge. Slap. Edge. Slap. Edge. Slap. Edge. Slap.

I had 7 edges left in my edging challenge we we started. I think you edged me 34 times. 

You never let me cum. 

Thank you for always knowing what I need even when I’m too stupid to realize it myself.

[weebisexual]

bisexual women are beautiful

[desperately-denied-blog]

I’m sorry your blog was deleted :(( I really loved it

i’m really upset too. it had all of my updates and nsfw anons and now i have nothing. ugh. and idk how to tell any of my nsfw followers that this is @teaseme-edgeme

[naturaekos]

“Accept life as it is, in its naturalness, and live it in its totality.”

— Osho (via goodreadss)

[baransgf]

[teaseme-edgeme]

a whole day with a crotch rope

i spent all day long in a crotch rope (from when i put it on last night and slept in it, to right at this very moment). so i’ve literally almost been wearing it for a full 24 hours. i’ve taken a handful of breaks just so that my pussy can breathe and that it isn’t rubbed raw from the ropes, but honestly they’re too wet anyway to do any real damage. i have changed them out though for cleaner ropes, and fuck... they always soaked through.

i woke up this morning and slept with my crotch rope and my pillow between my thighs like miss x told me to, and holy fuckkk i woke up literally humping my pillow. i know i for sure had a wet dream but i honestly can’t remember. god a part of me really wants to post a pussy pic just so that i can show everyone how fucking wet my folds are and how red and puffy my pussy is. my clit is so big and swollen and you can fucking smell my sex. it’s so strong. god it drives me crazy.

i woke up and humped my pillow for a bit, because miss had put me on no touch. i didn’t know if she meant for the remainder of the night last night, or for the whole entire day, so i just was a well behaved slut and didn’t touch the whole day just in case (well... not as well behaved as i say i am - i broke a handful of times).

i got up at around 8:30 to get to work, and i wore long flowy skirt and t-shirt... and i didn’t wear a bra OR panties. my nipples were already so hard and swollen, and my thighs were covered in my wetness, but i knew that if i wore any spandex beneath my skirt that i would be so fuckedddd. so i didnt. and i ended up being even more fucked.

the drive there i was clenching my thighs together and trying to focus on anything aside from the throbbing in my clit. i did so many edges the night before and sleeping in the rope did a whole fucking number on me. it was already soaked through and i ended up making a little wet spot in my skirt (fuck). The skirt was dark enough so it wouldn’t be noticed, but if i touched i could feel it there. jesus and the knot was nestled right up against my clit, keeping it simulated if i ever maneuvered a certain way.

up until my lunch break, i was walking around and taking orders from customers, all while crossing my legs and squirming, cheeks flushed. my nipples were so fucking hard (but that was covered by the apron), and i could fucking feel my wetness rolling down my inner thighs. i kept thinking that people would notice and they never did, but fuck fuck fic skksksks god just thinking about this is getting me all riled up again god my pussy was and still is fucking pulsating

on my lunch break i broke. i ran to the bathroom and spent the whole time just edging my brains out in the stall. people came in and out occasionally while i was rubbing aggressively away at my pussy. i have never seen it like this. it’s like someone used a pump on it or something oh my fuckkkk i was so so wet jesus. you could hear my pussy juices as i rubbed and i was breathing so hard and when people were gone i couldn’t help but let out a few low moans. it was so warm and i might’ve been in there for 20 mins...

anyway, i went back to work completely soaked, and i only made myself more antsy and horny by freshly edging myself... fuck I’m such a slut oh my god and i love it so much. i just wanted to be treated like a filthy fucktoy by everyone who came in the shop. ughh fuck. and i could feel the rope between my ass and even after washing my hands i could still faintly smell my pussy juices on my fingers

i got home and humped my pillow like a mad man, and ate dinner completely naked on the floor watching tv, sitting like a princess on my pillow. i had my nipples clamped and my collar on and the rope was freshly changed (and already wet). i decided to tie myself into a frogtie and when i finished eating, i waited a while before turning some porn on and gagging myself and putting my wrists behind me into my cuffs.

i couldn’t help myself. i released my wrists only 10 mins later and edged more using my fingers, just drawing slow circles on my clit. i think i fell into subspace, and i was moaning so loudly into my gag and my nipples burned

and then i took a bath and soaked for a bit. and here i am now, freshly roped again, wearing my collar, writing this. and im still drippy and achy and throbbing.

[desperately-denied-blog]

hey there, this is teaseme-edgeme! my blog was terminated, so i made this new one (and hopefully it doesn’t take my main with again!)

[starshaper]

[mirandathekitten]