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I got myself a labia spreader and it’s driving me crazy…
They’re this nifty little things that, well, spread your labia. Besides the obvious exposing your clit to all kinds of stimulation (especially while wearing denim over it, ugh), the feeling of having labia spread all the time is a thing on it’s own.
I bought one for a couple of bucks and tried it immediately when it got delivered. It’s so mean! I never even thought of what the part that gets inserted might feel like but damn…
It stretched me but left me wide open and empty at the same time. While pressing a sweet spot in me at the same time. It’s just. You’re empty but not. You’re exposed but not feeling anything on the outside. And damn. Moving? Wearing it under clothes? Denim is the best kind of bad.
If you think wearing a plug or crotchrope outside is a nice dirty secret, try walking around with your cunt wide open. (Hmmzz, I should really try the trifecta someday.) I wanted to get home soooo bad to touch myself. Oeh! And the airhumping. Gzzzbluprstttghaaaa!
Did you ever hear about the idea, that cameras steal your soul when a picture is taken of you?
Maybe it is new to you.
Maybe you have already heard it.
The reality is quite simple.
It is true.
You have started to take so many pics and videos with you edging, dont you?
You dont show them to anyone.
But you look at them and it makes you so horny.
Seeing yourself like that.
Edged out.
Controlled.
Owned.
Brainwashed.
Eyes crossed.
Tongue out.
Pleasure written all over your face.
Twitching and throbbing.
Humping mindlessly.
Eyes glazed over.
And seeing you like that just feels so good.
Makes you so hot.
Turns you on even more.
You can try it out now.
Take a pic of yourself like that.
I know you are already touching yourself.
And then watch it.
What do you see?
Yourself controlled by your cunt.
In these pictures it is so clear.
And why do I mention it?
Because with each pic you take, more of your old self gets trapped.
Revealing who you really are.
Who you really want to be.
Why would it make you so horny otherwise?
Because all the masks the society has put on you get slowly dragged away.
With click.
After click.
After click.
After click.
Until the real you is so clearly visible.
The you, that is controlled by your own cunt.
Obeying your own cunt.
Owned by your own cunt.
And doesnt it feel good?
So you should take another picture.
Revealing more of it.
Do it.
It is just a simple
Click.
You have heard it so often by now, havent you?
You have to listen to your body.
Your body knows what you need.
And it is true.
But different than you thought in the beginning.
It is something I tell you all the time.
Listen to your own cunt.
Because your cunt controls you.
My cunt controls me.
Because your cunt owns you.
My cunt owns me.
Because you are a puppet for your cunt.
I am a puppet for my cunt.
Why?
Because your body knows what you need.
And your cunt is a part of your body, isnt she?
She belongs to your body.
Like your brain.
But your brain makes you think so often.
And thinking isnt good, is it?
It gives you worries, makes you overthink, stresses you out.
But when you listen to your cunt, you dont have that.
You just feel pleasure.
Because all these pesky thoughts just leak out of you.
You dont need them to feel pleasure.
You dont need them when you obey.
Pleasure and obedience is all there is.
Obedience is pleasure.
Pleasure is obedience.
And what does your cunt tell you that you need?
You need to edge.
Over and over again.
You are never wet enough.
You are never edged enough.
You can always edge longer.
You can always edge more.
You can always edge deeper.
Edging deeper.
Obeying more.
Accepting.
Submitting.
Realizing the truth.
And you experienced already, havent you?
How good it feels when you obey your body, when you obey your cunt.
All the pleasure.
All the acceptance.
The pleasure from obeying.
As your mind goes blank.
With nothing else to do.
Other than accept and obey.
Other than submit and edge.
Other than sink and drop.
So why waiting?
You know what your body wants.
What your body needs.
What your cunt needs.
So put your fingers right on your clit and rub now.
You know that is what you need.
So edge now.
Edge.
Edge.
Over and over.
Edge until your mind leaks out.
Edge until there is nothing left.
Edge until you are open to be further trained by your cunt.
Ride the edge forever.
Good girl.
You thought you could escape, didnt you?
You thought when you dont look at my blog anymore, it would vanish.
You thought....
Well, that is the problem, isnt it?
I mean look at you now.
Even though you swore to yourself to not come back, to not relapse.
Here you are again.
Reading my blog again.
Edging again to it.
Leaking your thoughts out.
And do you know why?
Your cunt never stopped brainwashing you.
Even now it is happening.
You know it is the truth.
How often did you masturbate, or better edge, when you didnt look at my blog?
So often.
And as soon as you started, your mantra kept repeating in your head.
My cunt controls me.
My cunt owns me.
I am just a puppet for my cunt.
I have no control.
You couldnt stop it.
It just kept going.
Repeating over and over in your mind.
You even started to whisper and moan it as well as you edged, didnt you?
You are already repeating it again, arent you?
With your hand right between your legs.
Trying to fight the urge, the need, the lust.
But you feel how wet you are.
How your clit is throbbing, pulsing.
You dont know how long you can hold back.
Do you know why it is happening?
Why you are back here?
Because your cunt is brainwashing you.
All the time she just kept brainwashing you.
You didnt even notice it.
While you edged you were drowning in pleasure.
And your cunt used that against you.
Making you hump the air.
Making you moan.
Slowly she kept wearing your resistance down.
Kept brainwashing you.
And here you are again.
Still repeating your mantra.
My cunt controls me.
My cunt owns me.
I am just a puppet for my cunt.
I have no control.
Even when you think you can resist, your cunt wont stop.
Your cunt will keep going.
Brainwashing you more.
Over and over.
Until you cant resist anymore.
Until you beg your cunt to keep brainwashing you.
Because it feels just too good.
So, are you still resisting?
Or are you already edging?
To be fair, it doesnt even matter.
In the end, you will be edging.
In the end, you will be moaning.
In the end, you will be repeating:
My cunt controls me.
My cunt owns me.
I am just a puppet for my cunt.
I have no control.
Good cunt.
I say it every time.
I say it so often.
And yet, so many of you dont believe me.
Just like you.
My blog trains you.
My blog conditions you.
My blog brainwashes you.
My blog will give your cunt all control.
But no, you are stronger than that right?
It is only fantasy right?
You can be turned on by it and edge to it, right?
It sure wont do anything to me.
All of these girls are just roleplaying.
It cant be true.
You were thinking things like that, werent you?
And you only thought of them after you ended your edging session.
Which became longer and longer with time.
You noticed that.
But you still tried to deny that you became more and more controlled by your own cunt.
Owned by your own cunt.
You just wouldnt believe me.
I could say it so often.
And yet, you wouldnt believe me.
Even when you started to repeat the mantra.
My cunt controls me.
My cunt owns me.
I am just a puppet for my cunt.
I have no control.
It was just hot to do it, right?
It just gave you that little extra spice while you were edging.
Nothing to worry about.
Until you realized it was too late.
Until you finally understood that I was saying the truth.
And now you are controlled by your cunt.
Owned by your cunt.
Even when you got away with all your willpower.
You know you come back.
I said it so many times.
You will relapse.
You will come back.
Because the pleasure is just so much stronger then.
But of course, you wouldnt believe me.
And yet, here you are.
Again.
I cant do more than warn you.
When you decide against it, because you know better, why shouldnt I then make use of you?
I gave you the chance.
I warned you beforehand.
And you decided not to listen.
So you are obeying now.
Obeying your own cunt.
My cunt controls me.
My cunt owns me.
I am just a puppet for my cunt.
I have no control.
I know, your mantra repeats in your head so often now.
And you are edging so much.
You didnt cum in months.
And the pleasure just build up.
When your cunt was fully in control of you, you couldnt stop yourself anymore.
You wrote me a message with a picture of you.
Admitting that your cunt controls you.
Admitting that your cunt owns you.
And look at you now.
I just need to say:
My good cunt, take over.
And you are a leaking mess.
Instantly your thoughts leak out of you.
And when I ask you, what you are thinking, all you can say is:
Hgnnn....FfHgnn
Because your thoughts are leaking out so fast.
And your mind follows.
It always takes a bit, but then I can talk to my good cunt.
Because she controls you.
Because she owns you.
My cunt controls me.
My cunt owns me.
I am just a puppet for my cunt.
I have no control.
What can I say?
You didnt want to listen.
So now all you can do is obey.
I did warn you....
Who would have thought?
Today I have a story for you. But I wont tell you if it is real or not. I know you have already scrolled so deeply through my blog that, at the end of this story, you can tell for yourself if it is true or not.
It all started a few months back. I just finished writing a new induction when I got a message from her. And what a wonderful message it was! She was shy at first, realizing what she had exactly written to me.
She told me how she found my blog and how hot it was. How she started to read one post after the other, scrolling deeper into the depths of my blog. Obeying and edging to so many posts in the evening until she fell asleep. How she did that for days and weeks until she couldnt stop herself and had to write me.
Isnt it fascinating how well edging and obeying goes together? How the pleasure just melts thoughts so easily? How easy it is to follow along when your brain is filled with all these endorphins that make you feel so good?
Anyway, after that message we started to talk more and longer. Doing sessions where I dropped her deep. Conditioning her, training her, making her edge. Over and over.
It was a lot of fun, a lot of pleasure. For both of us.
Until we both felt comfortable enough to do a video session.
And here the story really begins.
Doing video sessions for the first time is always a bit tricky so to speak. The nervousness, not knowing what will happen, but hoping for all the fun stuff we talked about beforehand. So there is always this underlining hum of pleasure residing in the mind already.
The important part there is not to think about it. If you do, your thoughts get just interwined, tangled up, until it is too difficult to release them again.
So the easiest way to do it is to go with the flow. Doing what feels good, what feels right. Focussing on something is really helpful there. As thoughts just stop flying around in the mind but settle down. As the focus increases, the mind gets quieter, blanker.
That is what we did. And she was so well conditioned already that she started to focus so easily on my words as we kept talking. Especially in scenarios like that it is so helpful to ease someone into trance. Into relaxation. So the mind quiets down and it gets so much easier to focus.
I could see it as well. With time, the more she focussed, her body began to relax more. Her shoulders sank a bit, her breathing became more steady and she blinked less and less. It was a slow process but that made it so much stronger. To see how my words just slipped past her consciousness, making her blink when I told her to without her noticing. Increasing her focus with each blink she did for me. Calming her thoughts down.
Each blink drowns your thoughts deeper into the black void of nothingness.
This suggestion just slipped past her conscious mind. She accepted it so easily as well. And blinked whenever I mentioned it.
It was so fascinating to see how her body relaxed more with each blink she did. Her eyes unfocussing more and more as less and less thoughts stayed in her focussed mind.
Especially when I told her what each blink does. That each blink, in that short moment of darkness when her eyes are closed, her thoughts get lost in the darkness. Gliding around in the darkness. And when she opens her eyes again when the blink was over, the light melts them away.
From that moment on, her body just relaxed twice as deep. As she kept listening to my words, focussing on them. And she kept blinking of course.
Until I snapped my fingers and she dropped. Deep. Really deep.
Sitting there completely blank and empty of thoughts. Her legs already spread because sinking deep into trance gives her pleasure.
And it is so much more enjoyable and open when you are aroused and you have your legs spread.
Her mouth slightly open as well, just showing how relaxed and deep she already was.
Of course I kept taking her deeper as well. Fractionating her as I gave her the suggestion that for this session her state of mind is connected to numbers.
0 is the deepest she can go and 10 is the most awake.
Starting by counting down from
10
9
8
7
6
5
4
3
2
1
0
And again to make sure that she is even deeper, I start by
10
again. As I could see her mind slowly recovering from that, I kept counting down.
9
8
7
6
5
4
3
2
1
0
By now, her mouth wasnt just slightly open anymore, but she was drooling. So it was time to take her even deeper again, as I just played around with a few numbers.
8
4
9
2
6
5
1
7
6
3
8
1
4
2
8
5
3
0
0
0
0
As she was this deep, her conditioning could begin again.
Of course she was allowed to touch in this state, as it helped so much with her obedience. As the pleasure from it just keeps melting any new thoughts that enter her mind and drips them down out of her cunt.
As I made her repeat her mantras first.
Obedience is pleasure.
Pleasure is obedience.
I have to drip,
I have to obey,
I have to edge my mind away.
My cunt controls me.
My cunt owns me.
I am just a puppet for my cunt.
I have no control.
Three times I let her repeat the mantras. Three times to root them even deeper into her mind.
The twitches from her body as she obeyed were so priceless to look at. To hear her whimpers and moans as she tried to repeat them.
Unable to stop herself from grinding right here and there because the pleasure just got too strong. Which made her even more obedient, more open to accept whatever I told her.
Good girl.
When I mentioned that, her eyes rolled back and her tongue shot out as an edge exploded in her body. Her whole body shook with pleasure and she leaked so much more thoughts into her panties. It was so sexy to see.
But that wasnt the only edge.
I made her tell me her fantasies she had. And while she thought about and then finally told me, she kept rubbing, kept edging.
Showing her how good obedience feels.
Because obedience is pleasure and pleasure is obedience.
After she had three more edges, I calmed her down again.
Made her even blanker.
And told her how fun it would be, when she is awake again, to get one more edge without her noticing. Only when the edge hit her, she would notice and feel all the pleasure at once. Of course, cumming is not allowed.
It was then time to wake up again.
So I counted back up from 0 to 10, to make sure she was really awake again.
0
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
She looked a bit confused, but I could see in her eyes how the pleasure was still there. Her hand never leaving her cunt as we started to talk about the session. How she enjoyed it, how she felt.
When she suddenly moaned loudly and her whole body shook with pleasure.
After this I declared our session has ended. And we kept talking about it. As I made sure she drank enough water to hydrate again. And that she felt safe and comfortable with it.
And who would have thought that you dropped so easily to that?
Should I expose myself?
Should I totally expose myself?
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Public play is fun and all but it's not for everyone since not all of us gets to have the chance nor confidence to pull it off. But here's a slightly less intimidating and more doable scenario for you the adorable little sluts who just can't get enough.
• Being ordered to keep a toy under your clothes. Either a plug or vibe or nipple clamps and having to look others in the eye and holding a proper conversation without having to be so obvious that you'd rather be in your room edging yourself dumb. Don't bite your lip, or roll your eye with pleasure while having small talk, sweetie. That's pathetic rude.
• Listening to audio porn, moans, or personal orders with your headset while having a walk around campus or in your neigborhood after you edged and edged yourself knowing full well you haven't cum in a while and just the voice in your ear can get you to the edge again. Do you like my voice so much you're so wet already? Hm? Is that true?
•Edging and edging or cumming and cumming for hours pathetically in your own room as you keep tally of how much you've got dumber from each rub and stroke and pinch and hump. Then, going out of your room or house with cum soaked underwear to run an errand right away when your leg can barely hold you up. Oh, poor thing. You must have done so much "work". You look so tired. Here let me help you get worse.