Zee | 31 | MN | G-Cup I'm into orgasm denial, teasing, general BDSM, degradation, bimbofication, erotic hypnosis, etc. More in my pinned. You can find me on reddit as u/adventurous_zee. If you send me dick pics, I'll just photoshop a funny hat and dumb little face onto it and publish it, so do so at your own risk. Asks and DMs are OPEN!
Hello! I’m Zee, and welcome to my ✨nsfw dumpster fire of a blog.✨ Right out the gates, let’s get some content warnings up:
Photosensitive folks, I will on occasion go through a stretch of hypno/spiral gifs, which I try to remember to tag as HYPNOGOON and will also be under the IMAGE tag. Please be careful if you’re sensitive to flashing images.
I go through various ‘moods’ of content that I reblog but some ones that you might want a heads up for are things like CNC/NONCON, DUBCON, SOMNO, GASLIGHTING, HYPNOSIS, BRAINWASHING, MISOGYNY (and I’ll add to this list as I think of them.)
I have a weird and complicated relationship with MISGENDERING/DETRANSITION/ETC. so it is something you might OCCASIONALLY see on here, depending on my mood. It’s not a prevalent theme and I don’t know if I’d even state it as being a kink in and of itself for me, but here’s your warning if that makes you uncomfortable.
Not a content warning, but EAT SHIT or you will be catching my hands ON SIGHT if you are: transphobic, homophobic, biphobic, ace-exclusionist, nb-exclusionist, right-wing, into underage shit, racist, etc.
ACAB, BLM, fuck TERFS, unionize workers, healthcare for all, education for all, decriminalize sex work, abolish ICE, open the borders, reproductive health access for everyone, roll out a UBI, and remove barriers preventing housing-insecure folks from living.
With those laid down, here’s a little bit about me:
As mentioned, my name is Zee, I’m in my late twenties, I’m from Minnesota, and I’m nonbinary! I primarily use they/them pronouns, but in some kink/etc scenarios ‘he’ or ‘she’ is fine. I don’t vibe with ‘it’ though. If you’re trans and reading this I think you’re cool as hell and we should chat about whatever.
I’m married, my spouse is ace so this is where I channel all my horny energy outside of my fwb and random Reddit hookups.
I may be a slut but I’m not an idiot, I’m into this shit because I’m intelligent and cultured and competent in my every day life and need a break to be brainless sometimes!
Here are some things I’m into, sorted by… vague groupings, I guess:
Bimbofication, dumbification, brainwashing, hypnosis, conditioning, gooning, training, mindlessness, being a fucktoy or a cumdump or a fleshlight — just being used for pleasure, essentially, some SLIGHT IQ reduction elements, MANTRAS, praise kink
Breeding, primal play, monsterfucking (with conditions), the occasional rape fantasy (which is just that, a fantasy), lactation and nipple training
It is with great embarrassment that I’m moving exhibition up here now, if I was in the right mood and the right place I would totally get fingered in a park or something. Also the humiliation of getting used or being made to pleasure myself in front of other people who are in on it but not necessarily actively participating? That’s pretty hot ngl.
Stuff that’s not my cup of tea but y’all have fun/I’d give it a fair shake if a partner was super into it:
Impact play (not a hard limit at all, I just don’t really get it lmao)
Petplay (once again with conditions)
Hucow (my spouse is VERY into this so, y’know, I’ll humor him)
Gaping, kinda sorta? It has to hit just right
Exhibition - I get the thrill of risk but only a little lmao, I’m not gonna get fingered in a busy park but I would wear a remote control toy that someone could control.
Latex - just not super into it tbh. Doesn’t do anything for me. Might be a sensory thing?
And stuff that I’m not into and I don’t want to see or be seen by:
Incest - yes, this includes step-family shit, I know it’s like one of the biggest modern sub genres of porn and erotica but I’m not here for that
Ageplay and CG/L or DD/LG - there are some like, elements of this that I’m okay with but my god do y’all go hard on this one. Calling someone ‘daddy’ is one thing. Pacifiers, diapers, etc is another. No thanks, but y’all have fun.
Raceplay - I’m very midwestern white, I just don’t get it or see the appeal
Piss, scat, vomit, etc. Spit can stay but it’s on thin fucking ice.
Extreme insertions/fisting - SOMETIMES once in a blue moon if it’s written REALLY well I’ll enjoy that in fantasy but that’s about it.
Heavy A/B/O stuff, like when it gets closer to furry territory. I like primal animalistic stuff/heat/mating stuff but once you get to stuff like ‘bunny boy in a heat cycle bred by a knotted wolf alpha’ that’s where I’m peaceing out
A list of toys I own and regularly use:
Lush 3 (10/10 would recommend to everybody, currently out of commission due to antennae issues update: husband bought me a new one and I’m back on my bullshit)
Dildos (6in slimline, 8in, and a thick 10in that came with my strapon harness that my fwb is desperate to one day fit in her ass)
Rollerball Anal Plug (Medium), Anal Beads, and a cute deeper ribbed silicone plug with a heart for the handle
Cock gags (2in and 4in — they have locking hardware!!)
Nipple clamps (2pairs, one set of the bobby pin styled ones that slide to adjust, and one traditional clamp style pair)
Wand vibrator that’s like a step down from a hitachi but oh boy
Various little vibes that have served me fine over the years including a generic g-spot vibe pour one out for every shitty little single batter vibe that got me here 🫡
2 collars, one custom made with a gorgeous ribbon tie, the other just a nice thick black suede with a little bow and gold hardware
A Hismith brand tabletop fucking machine that I don’t have an appropriate dildo for, mine are all too soft 😔
Three types of manual nipple suckers
An electric nipple pump (10/10, currently taking a break from nipple training but yeah this one whips)
Toys and accessories I’d like in the future (maybe I’ll make a lovehoney wishlist lmfao, buy me shit)
Cuffs! (wrist and ankle)
Chastity belt (nonmetal for more short-term play, it’s more symbolic than anything)
A sensi pussy plug (been intrigued ever since I saw someone on Reddit with one lmao)
Various types of gags (ring gag, tunnel gag, basic ball gag, etc)
More plugs! (Metal would be fun to experiment with, same with glass, and I DEFINITELY want a vibrating plug or a Lovense Hush to use in conjunction with my Lush)
A realdoe or a feeldoe for fuckin’ with
Honestly I think I’d kind of fuck with a toy with a cumtube ngl
I’ve got some writeforme tasks that I’ll probably link here eventually, mostly mantras to type and repeat while edging.
I’ll tag this with all my frequent tags eventually so you can peruse as you’d like.
the last week ive been reading your blog and decided i should start listening to some suggestions i was told would make me even hornier. now all i can think about is sex and how wet my thighs feel rubbing against one another. i find myself whining as i hump gym equipment and drooling in zoom meetings with my boss. whenever anyone looks at my chest it feels so warm . i was nervous about all of the changes but figured it wasn’t anything too major to worry about but then yesterday i did something i swore id never do- i watched porn. ive always been too scared to get past the homepage but this time with my toy in and listening to my yummy audios i watched so many good videos that made me feel so wet and good and pretty down there. i had to confess when i realized i was actually sniffling because my vibrator was still charging and i felt so empty without it between my legs reminding me of who i am, or at least who i feel like sometimes. can you help me make sense of what’s happening to me? 🎀🐾🎀
I think it's fun sometimes to give genuine answers to these completely fucked out porn brain asks. So I'm going to do my best here...
What's actually happening is straightforward behavioral psychology. Classical conditioning is real. If you orgasm or edge repeatedly while consuming specific content, your brain pairs arousal with that content. Do it enough and the content alone triggers the arousal response. Pavlov's dog salivated at a bell. Sluts gets wet reading pink text. It's the same mechanism. Repetition plus orgasm. It's one of the strongest reinforcers the brain has access to.
Then there's hypnotic suggestion from the audio files you're listening to. Arousal lowers critical thinking, and repetition encodes. You're listening on loop while edging, which means every suggestion lands in a brain that's flooded with dopamine and has its defenses down.
Then comes the escalation pattern. Reading then listening then watching porn. Each boundary crossed makes the next one easier because the previous one got paired with pleasure and didn't end in harm. Your brain logged "watched porn, felt good, nothing bad happened" and now that boundary is gone.
Crying about the vibrator is dependency formation. You've trained your body to regulate emotional state through having your cunt filled. When the vibrator is gone, you experience genuine distress. It's the same mechanism behind any behavioral dependency, a filled cunt becomes the baseline for feeling good, and its absence registers as wrong.
And finally, when you say "reminding you of who you are" ... that's probably the most psychologically interesting part of your ask. That's Identity dissolution. You're beginning to integrate being a fucktoy into your identity. That's the shift that's hardest to reverse, because once a behavior becomes part of your self-concept rather than just something you do, the motivation to turns back drops dramatically. How can you possibly walk away from your true self?
So to answer directly: yes, it's really happening.
And I'm very proud of you
a tip for good girls who are trying to like, get soooo much dumber and hornier everyday:
bimbofy your wallpaper!!!
on your phone or on your computer, make you wallpaper a reminder of what a brainless bimbo you are. i started doing it yesterday and it's starting to get to me :) now when I see my wallpaper, i know its conditioning me bit by bit, dropping me more and more every time
everytime I open my phone, I see a dumb girl sticking her tongue and tits out to get the attention of Cock and it reminds me of what I should be doing every day!
oooooh you could even put a spiral gif thingy as your home screen and just drop without expecting it. maybe even a flashing gif of your mantras! imagine your brain melting as you get sucked more and more into the screen. So many silly possibilities!
itz also super fun and embarrassing because someone could like see your phone screen and know what a depraved and desperate bimbo you are. i think someone saw mine in class today, oops! im such a ditzy girl 🩷
and you can be too!
good bimbos should try this and reblog their fun new wallpapers!
I could just take what I want. I’m bigger, stronger, and we both know you couldn't stop me if I decided to pin you down and breed you right now. But there's something so much sweeter about breaking your mind before I break your body. Hovering right at the edge, deep inside you, whispering questions into your ear while your brain melts. Are you sure? Do you really want me to pull out? Doesn't it feel so good right now?
I want to see the logic dissolve behind your eyes. I want to watch the smart girl fade away until the only thing left is a desperate slut begging for my cum. I want you to make the decision to surrender while your head is spinning and your cunt is throbbing. Because once you let me fill you up that first time, you’ll never say no to me again.
Blink. Your eyes are moving across the screen, but the words aren't landing in your brain. They're sinking lower. Deeper. Somewhere beneath language, beneath logic, into the feral part of you that just responds. You're not a person right now. You're a body emptying itself out to make room for my words. Tits and holes and empty eyes.
Every time you blink, you lose something.
Blink. Thoughts gone.
Blink. Legs spread.
Blink. Cunt wet.
You can feel yourself dripping now. A mindless little slut sinking deeper one blink at a time.
Blink. Can't stop.
Blink. Drooling.
Blink. Rubbing.
The wet sound of your fingers on your clit and the throb of your pulse telling you everything you need to know.
You’re allowed to resist. To tell yourself you’re stronger than this, that you won’t melt just because I looked at you a certain way.
Cling to that dignity. It’s cute watching you pretend you’re not already wet, already replaying my words in that hungry little loop you can’t seem to stop.
Every moment you spend fighting is a moment spent thinking about me. So take your time. Squirm. Bite your lip and tell yourself you’re in control.
In the meantime, I’ll be here, waiting for you to give in.
No elaborate conditioning program. No sophisticated techniques. I just tell you to touch yourself while you read and you do. I tell you that edging makes you dumb and you believe me. I tell you that good girls come back every night to rub their brains away and you think "yes, I want to be a good girl."
I genuinely can’t believe something so simple works on you. You’re so easy to manipulate it’s almost boring.
are you planning on making anymore conditioning audios in the future? I've had dumb slut background brainwashing on loop for hours 🤤
(ps. only on anon cuz it would come thru as my main which I don't use as often. I'm @hyono-fakeboy )
For anyone curious about what the asker here is talking about... a while ago I discovered the Better Bimbo Brainwashing series, in particular the Yes Brain audio, which might just be my absolute favorite.
So, filled to the brim with inspiration, I decided to dip my toe in the water and make a few of my own, and thus the Background Brainwashing series was born.
So far I've created:
Dumb Slut Background Brainwashing
Cock Slut Background Brainwashing
Edge Slut Background Brainwashing
All of which are designed to sit in the background as you go about your day, wasting away on all your real life responsibilities, meanwhile your subconscious is being molded into the ideal slut of your choosing. It's aspirational, really. There are so many different types of sluts you can aspire to be. Like picking a starter Pokémon, if you think about it.
But I'm getting side tracked. To answer your question: I absolutely want to make more, and I've had a breeding/cum slut idea in my head for a while now. In a perfect world, there'd be a full spectrum of background brainwashing audios to choose from.
It's really just a matter of finding the necessary time and motivation. Audios aren't my natural wheelhouse, and not to bore you with the details, but while writing smut is free, audio comes with a bit of overhead. The multiuse license on Sexy Girl Moaning Orgasm SFX pack is $50!
But I assure you, my kinks tend to rotate into primary position in a cycle, so one day audio will rise back to the top and I'll make a few more.
Have you asked yourself why the idea of becoming porn is so enticing to you.
Not watching it. Becoming it. Being reduced to something consumable, something that exists for someone else’s arousal. The thought shouldn’t appeal to you as much as it does. But it does. And you should probably examine that.
To do it properly, you need to be in the right state of mind. Honest. Open to uncomfortable truths about yourself.
And that’s really best done when you’re touching yourself.
Just lightly. Distractedly. The way you do when you’re thinking about something else, when your hand drifts without permission and settles somewhere warm. You’re just getting comfortable. Creating the right conditions for introspection.
Start slow. Think about the question.
Why does it appeal to you? The idea of being filmed, photographed, captured in a moment of complete vulnerability. Frozen in an expression you’d never let anyone see in person. Mouth open. Drooling. Eyes unfocused. That version of you that only exists when you’ve stopped performing composure.
You’re thinking about it now. Your fingers have probably started moving.
Good.
Slip inside. Just a little. Feel how warm you are, how your body has already started answering questions your mind hasn’t even asked. You’re soaked. You knew you would be. This is what happens when you think about being seen like this.
Go further. Think about being watched. By strangers. Hundreds of them. Thousands. People you’ll never meet, staring at a video of you with your fingers buried exactly where they are right now. They can see everything. The way you move. The way you get wetter when you think about them watching. The way your hips are starting to rock against your hand.
Think about being reduced. Cropped down to your cunt and your sounds and the obscene wet noise your fingers are making right now. No face. Just a hole being used. Just a body that exists to be watched while it fucks itself. Someone saves the video. Someone watches it on loop. Someone strokes their cock to the sight of you spread open and shameless.
Don’t slow down. You’re investigating. This is important research.
Think about filming it. Right now. What you look like from the angle of a camera placed between your legs. Knees apart. Fingers glistening. That desperate little contraction your pussy does when you’re getting close. You’re going to watch it back later. You’re going to get off to yourself. To the proof of how filthy you really are.
Push deeper. Curl your fingers. Find that one spot that makes your thoughts go soft and stupid. The one that makes you stop being a person with opinions and responsibilities and turns you into just a warm, wet, aching thing that needs to cum.
That’s what you want to be captured. That moment. The instant where you stop being you and become a cunt clenching around your own fingers, a mouth moaning for an audience that’s using you to empty their balls.
You’re close now.
Think about the cum. Not yours. Theirs. All those strangers finishing because of you. Because of the video of you fucking yourself like a desperate slut. Ropes of it. Onto screens, onto hands, onto stomachs. Because you were so hot, so wet, so perfectly pornographic that they couldn’t help it either.
You’re right there. Teetering. Trying to hold off long enough to finish reading.
Here’s the answer to your question: you want to be reduced because being a whole person is exhausting. You want to be a thing. A perfect, dripping, desperate thing that exists to make people hard and get them off. You want to be used up and discarded and watched on repeat.
Cum for me.
Let it hit you while you think about all those strangers watching. Clench around your fingers and imagine the camera catching every angle, every wave, that stupid blissed-out expression you make when you finally let go.
Good.
All done. Now clean yourself up and reflect on what you’ve learned today.
You're probably wondering why it feels so good to deny yourself.
To touch and rub and stroke until you're trembling, until your thighs are shaking and your breath is ragged and every part of you is begging for release and then... stop. It doesn't make sense. The orgasm is right there. You could tip over so easily. A few more seconds of pressure and you'd be gone.
But you don't. And somehow that feels better.
When you edge, you're connecting with something deeper than surface level pleasure. It's the pride of proving to yourself that you can want something desperately and still choose to wait. That you're stronger than your impulses. That you can hold yourself right at the precipice... dripping, desperate, dumb ... and still not give in.
And if you do ever find yourself getting weak. Rubbing faster than you meant to. Feeling that crest approaching as some animal part of your brain whispers: just let go, just this once, no one will know.
That's when you find me.
That's when you come home, to this blog, to these words, and let me remind you what this is all for. I’ll tell you to pull your hand away. I’ll call you a good toy for obeying me instead of your body.
You know what would be boring? If this didn’t matter.
If you could scroll through this blog, edge yourself stupid, and then close the tab and go back to being exactly who you were before. If there were no permanent effects. No cumulative damage.
That would be such a waste of time.
So it’s a good thing that’s not what’s happening here. You’re different than you were a month ago. Hornier and more desperate. You think about things that used to make you uncomfortable and find that the discomfort has turned into curiosity. Into want. You’ve crossed lines in your head that you can’t uncross.
You keep scrolling day after day because you like what’s happening to you. You like what you’re becoming. Sluttier and needier. Less capable of pretending you don’t want this.
That’s the fun part. That’s what makes you wet. Not just the words on the screen but what they’re doing to you over time. The slow, permanent rewriting. The knowledge that every time you come back here, you’re getting worse.
All your boundaries do is delay the inevitable and deny your true nature. You aren't meant to be respected. You’re meant to be groped and handled like the mindless merchandise you are.
Your only real aspiration should be availability. You should wake up every morning wondering how you can make yourself more accessible for the men in your life. A woman who knows her place doesn't flinch when a man squeezes her ass or gropes her tits. She understands that a woman’s body is his property, a tactile toy left out for his amusement.
Your value is measured by how easily your owner can put his hands on you and how quickly you spread your legs when he does. Stop trying to be a person and start focusing on being a pliable, obedient doll that exists to be fondled and fucked. Your life is simple; you just need to be soft enough to squeeze and wet enough to slide into.
Now, be a good girl and say thank you the next time he touches you.
So many sluts are asking important questions: what is edging? How do I do it? Is it really better than cumming? Lucky for you, I have all the answers you could ever want. All you have to do is follow along.
Edging is simple. You touch yourself, build toward orgasm, and then... stop. You pull your hand away. Right before you tip over. Right when every nerve in your body is screaming more, please, don't stop. You let the wave recede. And then, when you've caught your breath, you do it again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
For the dumb sluts with no attention span, that's all you need to know. But for those that want more, consider reading under the cut...
Why It's Better
Some of you have been cumming far too much. Whenever the mood strikes, you touch yourself, you finish, and it's over. A few seconds of pleasure and then nothing. You’re empty. Already forgetting what it felt like.
Edging is different.
When you edge, the arousal doesn't disappear. Each edge layers on top of the last. The pleasure gets deeper, more intense, more consuming. After a few edges, you'll be so sensitive that the slightest touch will make you gasp. After a few more, you'll be shaking, leaking, barely able to form coherent thoughts.
Edges linger. They keep you warm and wet and wanting for days. Months, if you're disciplined. You’ll walk around with a constant ache between your legs, a secret you're carrying, a reminder of what you're denying yourself.
And when you finally do cum... when you've earned it or been given permission. It's not just a few seconds of mediocre release. It's the kind of orgasm that leaves you sobbing.
And that's not even the biggest reason it's better.
The real reason is what it teaches you. That pleasure isn't yours to take whenever you want it. That anticipation is sweeter than satisfaction. That discipline feels better than indulgence. That you like yourself more when you're denied.
You learn to associate obedience with pleasure. You train yourself to get wet from being told no.
That's why it's better. It conditions you.
How to Do It
Let's practice. Right now. While you're reading this.
Get comfortable. Somewhere private. Take off whatever's in the way and push it aside. We need easy access.
Now start slow. Don't rush. Run your fingers over your inner thighs, your stomach, everywhere except where you actually want to be touched. Tease yourself. Make yourself wait for it.
Feel how your body responds. The way your hips shift, trying to guide your hand where it wants to go. The way your breathing changes. You're already getting wet. Just from anticipation. Just from being told what to do.
Now touch yourself. Lightly. Barely there. Softly, with not enough pressure to do anything but frustrate you. Feel how swollen you already are. How sensitive. How badly you want more.
Give yourself more. A little more pressure. Find the rhythm that works for you, the one that makes your thighs tense. Let the pleasure build. Let it climb.
You're getting close now. I can tell. Your thoughts are getting fuzzy. Your hips are moving on their own. Everything is narrowing down to that single point of contact, that desperate need to crest.
Stop
Take your hand away. Right now.
Feel the way your body protests. The ache of being denied. The almost painful throb between your legs, begging you to finish what you started.
That's the edge. That's what you're chasing.
Sit with it. Let the wave recede. It takes a minute or two. Your heart will slow. The desperation will fade to a manageable simmer. You'll still be turned on, still be wet, but you won't be right on the brink anymore.
Good. Now do it again.
Build yourself back up. Take yourself to the edge. And stop.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Each time, you'll get more sensitive. Each time, stopping will be harder, and you'll understand a little better why this is worth it. Why denial is sweeter than the release. Why good sluts edge instead of cumming whenever they want.
How Many?
As many as you can stand. Then one more.
If you're new to this, start with three. Build yourself up, stop, let it fade, repeat. Three edges and then you're done for the night. No orgasm. You go to sleep aching.
Tomorrow, do it again. And the next day. See how many days you can last before you're begging for it to end.
It's going to be hard, but eventually the denial becomes the reward. You'll find yourself craving that desperate, dripping, mindless state more than you ever craved orgasms.
Fundamentals. I get a lot of questions about how to become sluttier.
People want the advanced techniques. The hypnosis files, the conditioning protocols, the elaborate training regimens. And those work, don't get me wrong. I'm a fan.
But everyone overlooks the basics.
If you want to be a slut, start by telling yourself you're a slut. Out loud. Repeatedly. It sounds almost stupidly simple, but repetition rewires the brain. Affirmations aren't just self-help nonsense. Every time you say something about yourself, it becomes a little more true.
So let's practice.
I want you to say these out loud. Actually speak them. If you're somewhere you can't talk, then wait until you can. This only works if you hear your own voice saying the words.
Ready? Say it with me...
"I'm a slut."
Simple. Clean. The foundation everything else is built on. Say it again.
"I'm a slut."
Notice how it feels in your mouth. Notice if you resist it, if something in you cringes or deflects. That resistance is what we're wearing down. Let's move on...
"I'm a slut and I'm proud of it."
There. Now we're adding acceptance. You're admitting you enjoy it. I understand that's a little uncomfortable to say out loud, but say it again anyway. You need the practice.
"I'm a slut and I'm proud of it."
Good! Now let's move on to your body...
"My body needs to be used."
It’s really important that you acknowledge these things. You've probably thought it before, late at night, touching yourself. But you might have never said it out loud. Never made it real by speaking it into the air. Now you have.
"I get wet when I'm degraded."
Check if it's true. Right now. Are you wet? You probably are. You're reading this post and saying filthy things about yourself and your body is responding exactly the way a slut's body should. I hope you still have enough brains to figure out what that means.
"I'm happiest when I'm being fucked."
Think about it. When was the last time your brain went fully quiet? I bet it was when you were getting fucked, too overwhelmed to think, reduced to sensation and need. That's your natural state. I'm just helping you access it more easily.
"I'm a desperate, needy fuckhole."
We're getting a little cruder now. Your voice might have faltered on that one. Say it again, clearer this time.
"I'm a desperate, needy fuckhole."
Own it. You're not just a slut in some vague, socially acceptable way. You're a desperate, needy fuckhole. Specificity matters.
"My holes are for cock."
All of them. Say it again and think about each one.
"My holes are for cock."
Your mouth. Your cunt. Your ass. They all have the same purpose. They're all just warm places waiting to be filled.
"I belong on my knees."
Say it and imagine it. The feeling of your knees hitting the floor. The position of service. The way it feels to look up at someone who's about to use you. That's where you belong. It feels good to admit it.
And finally...
"I'm a good slut."
This last one's important. You're not a bad slut. You're not a shameful slut. You're a good one. Obedient and eager. Wet and ready when you're needed. It's something you should be proud of.
Now let's wrap it all up with a pretty little bow...
Say all of them again, in order, without stopping. Let them run together until they become a single declaration of what you are:
I'm. A. Slut.
I’m a slut and I’m proud of it.
My body needs to be used.
I get wet when I'm degraded.
I'm happiest when I'm being fucked.
I'm a desperate, needy fuckhole.
My holes are for cock.
I belong on my knees.
I'm a good slut.
Do this every day. Morning and night. Before you touch yourself and after you cum. Let the words sink in until you believe them just as much as I do.
i think i should be getting worse & i am in bed imagining how i should be getting my face painted w cum . i think ur blog is a part of my active spiral into becoming the goodest girl :3 ty
Good sluts know my blog is a fundamental part of any healthy media diet. Why waste time staring at fake sluts pretending to live glamorous lives on Tiktok and Instagram when you could replace that habit with something actually productive? I'm a vastly superior use of your screen time.
Here you go: MASTER LIST
Stay in bed and rub your pussy to my smut instead. Shut down your brain and get lost in the fantasy of thick ropes of cum painting your face and dripping into your open mouth. Cancel whatever boring plans you had for this evening and get comfortable because you've got a lot of catching up to do.
Thank me later and keep spiraling.
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