Grinding to finish is so fun, it feels amazing, you should try it. You've never gotten it to work before? That's okay, just keep trying. I promise, it feels so good, it'll blow your mind, you just have to keep humping. Just keep grinding. Just keep humping. Maybe you should just get off less overall to make you more desperate, that'll help it along. No, I promise it's so worth it, just keep going. Keep grinding and humping, just keep trying. You have to want it. It'll feel so good, you want it, don't you? Of course you do, you look so happy like this. I'm sure you'll get there soon. Just give in to how good it feels and keep humping.
You're there? You're gonna cum? Don't stop! There it is, just let it out and hump and rub and grind through it. God, you look perfect like this. No, no, you have to keep going, right? Because it was such a delicate, low-touch finish, you should overstim at least a little. Doesn't that feel so good? Yeah, it was a lot of work but it pays off. You're not sure you liked that? You want more touch? No, I think you just need to keep trying. Just cum like this again, and you'll start to see. Just do it again, and again. Definitely don't touch and get off in-between tries, being a little pent up helps! And you look so good humping things any chance you get, so needy and desperate. Don't you love how sensitive you are now? Yeah, you just gotta keep trying.
Hypnotizing you so the closer you get to orgasm, the less you remember how to masturbate, so you edge yourself over and over by forgetting what you need to do to cum.
You just sit there, right on the edge, with no idea that you're even supposed to be touching yourself.
Wish there was a chip or something that could store your orgasms so that whenever you'd typically climax it'd just get stored into this chip until someone decided to release it. Spending hours edging without ever getting over to the edge because it's locked away, the key in someone elses hands. Then when you least expect it they just unleash all those pent up orgasms into one huge rush of euphoria. Be out grocery shopping and suddenly your knees buckle under the intensity. Going through an important meeting trying to keep it together as cum leaks downs your leg. Eventually you'd just have to stay home and be a perfect doll to save yourself from the humiliation.
i wanna be teased and fondled in front of a group of people. torn between my embarrassment and my horniness, i'm trying to squirm away at first, but i can't resist long. especially because everyone watching degrades me in such encouraging ways. "come on, we can already see how turned on you are!" "don't worry, we already know you're a needy slut." "be a good toy and show off for us!" "you can't resist, can you? you're such a perfect fucktoy." i'd be begging for more so quickly, and who knows how many people want to join in on the fun...
(op is a trans person. this post is t4t. cis people may reblog, but behave or get blocked)
I dont know if its already thought of but do you know the torture method where they put a bucket of water overhead and then drop of water will slowly fall continuously until the victim mind break. This with clit torture. Where the water is kept above the clit and it falls repeatedly over the course of time
OH THIS IS SO SO SO GOOD!
She was frozen, on her back, trapped in an elegant tangle of limbs and restraints. Legs drawn back and upwards, knees bent and spread wide, held in place with her own arms, rope forcing her forearms and lower legs together in a way that keeps her entirely spread. The position was absolute, her pussy presented and opened to the empty air and the horrible contraption above.
A polished reservoir of water was held in place directly above her with a drip valve perfectly in line over her clit. Already, there was a single droplet of water gathering, the cohesion of the liquid holding it together for as long as physics would allow.
Until it fell.
It was a shock of pure, focused cold. A tiny, icy bullet striking the single most concentrated bundle of nerves in her body. Her entire frame jolted against the restraints, a gasp ripped from her throat. The cold was a pain, sharp and clean.
Eight seconds later, another droplet fell. Her clit contracted, trying to retreat, but the position and the exposure made it impossible. The cold water beaded on the swollen flesh before trickling away.
Another eight seconds. She held her breath, waiting, her nerves screaming in anticipation. The drop hit. Another flinch and shudder, a muted whine coming from her throat.
In a desperate attempt to protect the delicate tissue, blood began to flood her clit, a physiological response to the cold. It brought warmth. It brought swelling. It brought a throbbing, aching sensitivity.
The next drip sent her hips straining in a minute, helpless spasm. Then, in the long, agonizing pause in between drips there was only the sensation of her pounding heart and the aching, swollen fullness between her legs, the air cold on her wet skin. The anticipation was a vise around her lungs.
A single, isolated drop again. She whimpered.
The targeted, piercing cold seemed to bypass skin and go straight to the nerve cluster beneath.
Time bled together, measured only in drops and her body’s tortured response. The cold was still there, a relentless, focused shock, but beneath it, a deep, unwanted heat was building. Her body, unbalanced by the relentless stimulation of the nerve bundle, began to interpret the signals through a haze of exhaustion and overload.
Waves of treacherous warmth would follow after every drop, a pathetic, involuntary pulse of arousal from her betrayed core. Her cunt, ignored and exposed, began to leak. Her wetness dripped down onto the steel table beneath her, a shameful counterpoint to the icy drops from above.
Her clit was no longer just sensitive, it became a throbbing, engorged epicenter of her universe. Soon it wasn’t just the drop of water that was torturous. The time in between became a haunting suffering filled with craving. Because when the water fell, it meant she got to feel something.
Another drop. Her overwhelmed (but understimulated) cunt clenched hard around nothing, a violent, empty spasm that brought her to the very edge of something before the sensation vanished, leaving her trembling and hollow.
Her body shook with a fine, constant vibration, the tremor of a system pushed far beyond its limits. Her mind was fracturing. There were no more thoughts of escape, of resistance, of time, of anything. There was only the swollen, burning nerve of her clit, the slick drip between her thighs, water combined with her own wetness, the sheer longing for the next… inevitable… drop.
Her pupils were dilated wide, black pools swallowing the irises, fixed on nothing. Her clit, twitching, swollen, and painfully prominent, throbbed under every bead of icy water.
There was no pleasure, only the raw, mechanical fact of the response. With each drip, her core shuddered. They weren’t the powerful, rhythmic contractions of orgasm, but weak, twitching spasms, each one a desperate cry for help with no one to listen to.
If she’d had enough coherence to look at the reservoir of water above her, she would have seen that it was still more than half full and there was no one coming to save her.
Note: Now imagine it's dripping an aphrodisiac instead of just water...
Tying a pretty boy down so he can't stop me from edging him over and over. Gently teasing his sensitive cunt with the softest touch, holding him right on the edge until he's whining uncontrollably. Gagging him if he starts protesting.
Cute boys only exist for my pleasure, and if I enjoy edging them more than I enjoy letting them cum? Then they get edged until their adorable little minds shatter. And with the adorable little noises they make as their every thought gets ripped out of their head with a soft, teasing touch, why would I ever want to let them cum?
having a rule that says you're not allowed to cum without permission
getting fucked right to the edge and desperately trying to plead and ask, "Wait wait- please- can I cum? I'm gonna cum, please please-"
But your dom intentionally ignores you and keeps fucking you at such a rough pace and it's getting harder to keep yourself from cumming, all you can do is beg and whine and your dom just gets off looking down at you under them seeing you fall apart trying not to cum until they say you can
Thinking about cuddling with someone and having genuinely soft kisses, and then when we are about to go to sleep they stop me and tell me they need me to shuffle up a bit and whisper something about my leg.
I assume they’re uncomfortable so I move my leg that’s between theirs away, but they grab my arm and whimper and then they grind down and I can feel how wet they are and just start humping my leg and I get to call them beautiful and incredible and tell them they sound amazing in my ear while I talk them through it.
I ask them if they think they can cum on my thigh without needing my hands or anything extra and they don’t know and I ask them to try and they moan and I take that as a yes and I move my thigh and they grind on me until I feel their legs clamp around me and I tell them they gotta do that to me head after and they shake a little and I ask them if they want me to taste them, and they say yes, I tell them they need to come first and then I will and then they shake as they come and moan in my ear and im still praising them and telling them how gorgeous they look and sound moaning and humping my leg.
And then I eat them out until the rip my hair out trying to get me to stop from overstimulation 🫶
Big teddy bear man. Falling asleep on a big teddy bear man chest. My face buried in large teddy bear man pectorals. Mmmmmmmmm pleasasseeeeeee. Big arms around me. Warm man to cuddle. Uuugghhhh rraaahhhhh uujh hjfjsldajdls
Oh my God someone train my stupid virgin pussy to stretch around anything for ur amusement. Tell me that I can only cum when you take my virginity and only ever rub my aching clit to get me wet.
Just pull me aside whenever and shove too many fingers into my drippy cunt. Make me stretch myself around giant dildos and mock me when my hole gapes after. Spend hours working me open so I can take beer bottles and baseball bats.
Laugh at my moans as my virgin cunt becomes more and more fucked out and loose, as my swollen gaping hole gets more gushy and drools even more every time it's stretched open. Bully me when my cunt adjusts so well to being stuffed full that im permanently wide open and soaking wet, my pussy can't tighten up even when I try.
And when I beg you to please finally fuck me and take my virginity, please finally let me cum. Tell me my gaping cunt is too disgusting and loose to even be worth fucking.
Ignore my crying and force me to hold my loose cunt wide open as you masturbate and cum into my fucked out useless hole, a pathetic cum dump that's not even worth your cock.
putting a naked lil puppy in a dog crate that's just a bit too small, so it only fits into the crate on all fours with its knees bent, and its needy puppycunt is pressed right up against a gap in the bars... free access to tease and torment it and stuff objects in it without it having any way to squirm away or resist you!
So Ive been training my cute thing to cum to trigger words...
The first time was the hardest. Holding his cunt open for hours, teasing and slapping and edging, but never giving him enough to cum outright. I chanted [the three words] over and over, only when he wasn't being touched. Finally, he came, shuddering and whining. Afterwards he said "that was torture"
But after that, the words were in there. All I had to do was continue training. And it was easy, because cumming was its own reward. Such a powerful chemical load, his poor little brain had no chance.
Sometimes I'd repeat the words while forcing him to cum on my strap, or greedily eating his cunt and sucking on his cock. Sometimes I'd stop fucking them, pull out, and make them repeat the words until they came for me.
Honestly, I expected these orgasms to be little things, useless shudders and trembles that wouldn't feel as good as my hands, my cock, my mouth. I thought this would be a fun little party trick, a technicality.
But god was I wrong. We were recently at a show, and I dragged him into a bathroom stall with me. We only had a few moments-- so I rubbed them over their pants and simply whispered the words. One of the first times I tried this without getting him desperately aroused first. I was ready for it not to work, but he came so hard his knees buckled, they had to bite on my shoulder to muffle their screams...
Since then, all bets are off. Each time I repeat all three words, he immediately crumbles into waves of eye-rolling pleasure . Sometimes cumming more than once, one crashing into the other. I'll make him repeat just the first word every time he takes a hit off the bong-- letting them leak puddles in anticipation. The other day when I was grinding my pierced tdick against his, after cumming countless times he begged me: Daddy, I need my special words
I cannot wait for the chance to show this off... Tell our friends just the first word, maybe the first two if I like them, and watch as they slip those triggers into casual conversation to see him get all worked up and squirmy... Just for me to whisper the final word in his ear while holding his legs open, letting our guests appreciate his spasming holes... Any time they ask to see the show, I just wrap my arms around him and growl those three special words in his ear, and let everyone watch as his body betrays him, and listens instead to me.
Literally was so horny earlier and now that I have time to cum I'm too tired... rude. do I just go to sleep and hope I'll have time tomorrow? Do I try to edge myself tonight and hope I don't go over? I can just feel... if I get to that point that I'm close enough I'll probably end up going past the point of no return. Or just be too turned on to sleep well. We shall see
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