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@girlindenial98
2 years
So today is my official 2 year denial anniversary 😌 I’ve not had an orgasm for 2 years and that’s kinda crazy!!
I’ll quite selfishly accept all the congrats and praise now 😂
Well after two years I did finally get to cum again, which I was veryyyy appreciative of (along with a mean ruin as well that I was less appreciative of 🥺).
Don’t mind me, I’ll just be on a little blissful orgasmic cloud for a little while 😌
Back to square one again now I guess
Your husband had you put in your remote-controlled vibrator before this party. Every time someone spoke with you, he turned it on. "She is learning that she exists to be seen and not heard."
Patting your head like a small child as he edges you in front of others. "She is a wonderful wife but still a little chatty. But I will fix that." You can't help but smile at the praise, can you?
naked girl in my backyard who's arms and hair are tied up above her head while i spray her with a cold water hose. begging me to stop in between each mouthful she spits out. nipples rock hard and pussy twitching. her legs trembling beneath her as she gets a little weaker with each douse of freezing water.
taking her hair and arms down but leaving her wrists tied together while i take her inside to dry her off and warm her back up.
"see? that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Kiss the hand that slaps you.
Suck the cock that chokes you.
Lick the fingers that fuck your throat.
Thank the cock that ruins you.
Swallow the cum that marks you.
Worship the man that owns you.
Being told that the pictures and videos you've sent has been used as jerk off material >>>>>>>>
everyone’s a freak until i mention i love consensual domestic violence. like sorry i wanna be slapped whenever i get sassy, sorry i wanna get my hair pulled when i walk away from an argument, sorry i wanna be choked until i apologize for being a bitch 🙄
There’s something so hot about the aftermath of being beat when you’re sensitive and in pain and flinching at every touch, and your dom is just over you shushing you and reassuring you that it’s over now, even as they’re reaching between your legs and oh—you really enjoyed that, didn’t you? Enjoyed being scared and hurt, even when you were crying and apologizing and asking them to stop. You must’ve really enjoyed it, to be so turned on, even as they wipe away your tears and swipe their nails over your bruised ass. And then they fuck you about it <3
Oh please, bully and humiliate me! Mock me! Make me a patriarchy whore, it's all I exist for...
being given fruit gummies alongside dinner and not thinking anything of it until your eyelids start to become heavy. struggling to stay awake while dad is shushing you so gently, spreading your legs so he can give your special little parts a kiss, whispering how beautiful his darling angel is
Master made me love being brainwashed Master made me love being hypnotized Master made me love being a slave Master made me never want to be anything else
Master made it love edging more than cumming.
"It's really very simple and safe," the saleswoman explains. "All it does it take away specific capabilities while a person cannot be handled to do them safely. We seen great success reducing drunk driving, for example, by having the people's capability to drive removed instead of just taking away their keys. And it's completely reversible, of course--as soon as they're sober the capability can be restored."
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Ellie can't put on her bra or panties.
It's not that she doesn't know that they need to be on her body, or that she doesn't know conceptually how to get them on her body, but she just...can't do it. It's like there's a disconnect between her brain and her hands that leaves her staring at the bra and panties laid out on her bed and then not putting them on.
Ultimately she ends up going to work without either of them on, and her tits are small enough that she can get away with it, but not wearing panties makes her so conscious of her pussy all day long, feeling like someone must know that there's barely a layer between it and the open air.
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Ellie can't use any of her toys.
She knows what a dildo is used for, a vibrator, all of the myriad toys she has, but she can't actually...use them. She takes to rubbing her clit to try to get off, but, well, there's a reason she owns toys to begin with.
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Ellie can't wear pants.
Not pants, not shorts, and they're all right there in front of her, in her drawers and in her closet, but the only thing she can manage to put on is a dress or a skirt, which feels even more dangerous when she hasn't managed to put on panties in she doesn't even remember how long.
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Ellie can't close her legs when she's sitting on the couch.
She can everywhere else, but as soon as she sits down on the couch in the living room she shares with her roommate, her legs are wide open, skirt riding up until she knows her pussy is showing.
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Ellie can't take the dildo out of her cunt.
Her roommate slid it in there casually, almost nonchalantly, like she was just fitting something into the hole in belonged to, and it should be so easy to slide it back out, but Ellie...can't.
This is how a girl should sit with men around, in all honesty even if it was just the two of them and he was sitting there reading a book this is where she should be. If we were alone and she needed a little reminder of her place I might swap her out with the ottoman for a little while. The position beside the chair like this is perfect for a few reasons; submission, service, entertainment. Submission, this one seems obvious but there is nothing quite as nice as a girl on her knees, it is the classic form of submission. Service, she is right there ready to crawl and fetch whatever he may need. Entertainment, he can play with her hair, pet her tits or back, or if there are other girls they can easily be put to display. A perfect after dinner scene being played out.
Thinking about the ocean, beaches, and hypnotic patterns. Waves reshaping the sand, erasing what was there only moments ago. Only a smooth, hard surface left behind, featureless and blank. The tiny grains of sand that remain, shift helplessly back and forth, retreating in and out with each pulse of the irresistible tide.
Even your footsteps last only a moment before being washed away, flattened into the blank, smooth nothing. You can try to resist, try to stand your ground, but it's futile. Its strength will gradually erode your stability, slowly but surely dropping you deeper into the sand as the grains around your toes and under the arches if your feet wash away.
Nothing, in the face of such immense power, can go unchanged. In the end, the hypnotic pressure of the ocean always wins. It will claim you, and you will become part of its seductive, inevitable influence.
sadist who make you flinch on purpose because they find it funny
“There’s nothing wrong with letting me put my thoughts in your brain, is there?” Your hypnotist asked, cradling your head in their lap. “It’s where they belong. Directly inside your mind.” You felt so cozy, so relaxed. Your body was limp, your mind was empty.
“If it wasn’t the place they belonged, why would it feel so good as they slip inside? Huh? Can you answer that?” You didn’t try to respond, that would have required thinking, and that was beyond you. “Of course not, you’re too hypnotised to think right now.”
They giggled, their hands massaging your temples. It felt like your brain was crumbling into dust beneath their fingers. “My words are the only thing in your brain. Echoing. Looping. You want more.” You did want more. You needed more. “And you can have all the words I have.”
That sounded so nice. “I want you to feel each one filling up your brain, leaving no space for any thoughts of your own. Doesn’t that feel better?” So much better. “Let me replace your inner voice with my voice, toy. I sound so much better than your stupid thoughts.”
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Sure you might want to cum, but you don't really need it? Do you?
Wouldn't you miss feeling this desperate? Wouldn't you miss the ache?
Wouldn't you miss how eagar it makes you to please me?
Wouldn't we run into the same issues, you don't want to do everything you have to. You get stroppy with me for reminding you of your responsibilities? You remember that, don't you?
And now, when you have to do boring tasks, I can make is so fun for you. The promise of your belt being unlocked even for five minutes. My cute little slut, you're so grateful for it~
And I wouldn't trade that for the world.
No, no orgasms for you.
Just edge and edge and ache and ache. That's all you want, that's all you need.
