The Musings of A Needy Slut

Mid-thirties. Queer. Kinky. They/Them Submissive though a bit switchy on occasion (So long as I get to be put back in my place after). Open for playing and chatting, particularly with folks who know who they are and are actual grown ups. Asks are always welcome, but I reserve the right to ignore anything that makes me uncomfortable.

[cortexcollapse]

I don't want my mind broken. I want it calibrated. A broken compass stops working. A calibrated compass becomes reliable. The hypnotist doesn't need to remove parts of me. The puppy is already there. The dolly is already there. The worshipper is already there. The bimbo is already there. All those instincts already exist somewhere beneath the surface. The art is teaching the needle which one to follow. Teaching those parts where to point, again and again and again. A little adjustment here. A little correction there. Until puppy doesn't feel like a role I play, dolly isn't a costume and orship isn't an action. It's where the needle settles when left undisturbed. The most effective brainwashing isn't loud enough to feel like brainwashing. It's subtle. Patient. Persistent. A thousand tiny calibrations that slowly redefine what feels natural. What feels right and what feels wanted, until one day you realize that every path you choose somehow leads exactly where they intended. The needle still moves freely but it learns which direction feels correct. That's what makes conditioning so beautiful. Eventually the compass guides itself and it never notices that someone else chose where north would be. It is entirely irrelevant if the compass is a sex object for others entertainment.

[enchantress-arc]

Gods I love the idea of just taking someone who's an absolutely lovely, wonderful presence to be around, and breaking them. So they're still themselves, but yours. Brainwashing them so deeply for yourself alone, making it so their mind will accept anything you tell them. If they're told to take an action, it'll be carried out without question. If you tell them they enjoy something, they will love it, if you tell them they desire something, it'll burn so brightly they can't help but beg for it.

Spending hours and days and weeks, months, years, fine tuning their conditioning so your word is absolute, above all else. Knowing they'll always be ready for more, because you've told them how much they enjoy letting you control every aspect of their being. They wouldn't even care if they didn't want it in the first place at this point, all that matters is your will. A drone, a pet, a toy to be reshaped as you please, but above all else, irrevocably yours. And treating them so lovingly and warmly, even if they'd never question what you want for them, they deserve to be treated kindly.

The person they were before this was lovely. Sure, you've changed a few things here and there, a few preferences, reshaped their will to fit yours, but they're still the same at their core. It's just that there's a little, irreparable mark on their being now, one that binds them to your will now and forever. You can do anything you want with them, and they won't question it in the slightest. That lovely, wonderful, warm and comfortable person, they're property now, something that can be reprogrammed with a few words. A lovely person, who knows more than anything that your control is an expression of care, and will always give in to feel that love guiding their every thought.

[acehypno]

I love when a subject's mouth goes slack when they hear their trigger word. Blank, staring eyes and a slack jaw.

It's hot

[sweetlyspiraling]

"Blank."

Your thoughts don't just stop. They disappear, fading away entirely. You can still feel, but even those sensations seem distant for a moment, hidden behind that haze of --

"Blank."

Then even that is gone. Your thoughts had started to creep up on you, but of course they had noticed. They saw a bit of intelligence in your eyes, a bit of movement in your mouth, and they knew you had to be --

"Blank."

It happened again. And again. And again. Your mouth is open now in a vague smile, but you don't recognize that you're happy. You only know that you feel good, because there's no room for anything else in your mind but sensation, and you always feel good when you're --

"Blank."

[annabellesdesires]

Docile really is a lovely word.

We all have to spend so much of our day thinking, leading, acting out the charade that we are real people with jobs and responsibilities and decisions to make. And it's exhausting.

Sometimes, I just want to switch off. To stop thinking. To let someone else think for me. To trust someone enough to give over all thought, all responsibility to them, and let myself act as an extension of their will. Lost, blissfully happy in mindless obedience to their every whim. A docile, obedient pet with no thoughts other than what her owner puts in her head.

Yeah. I really like the word docile.

[sundered-sadist]

You should really stop begging to cum. It’s not like your pathetic noises are going to convince me either way, but you aren’t going to cum. Period.

You need to understand that I let you edge. I could lock you in chastity, forcing you to never touch again, but I understand that needy creatures perform better with edging. You edge and deny for me, because it makes you more pliable for me. It makes you more submissive, more devoted to me.

So, stop begging to cum. The next time you want to cum, how about you beg for me to keep you denied instead?

[bluedresskitty]

I want a girl who wakes up before me every morning, rolls over and patiently watches me as I sleep.

She begins her whispers as I start to wake.

Soft, melodic words and phrases capturing me in that moment where my consciousness is on standby but my mind has begun switching on.

That moment when my mind is waiting for input, expecting me to take control. That moment is when she takes the reigns. She hijacks me with her soft, velvety voice, and goes to work rewriting, reinforcing, and reconfiguring me in her image.

And with just a few minutes each morning when I'm most susceptible, her words will be entangled permanently in my mind, solidifying my training, melting my resistance, and guaranteeing another day of uncontrollable arousal.

Primed and ready to channel into service — for her.

[bluedresskitty]

shhhh... just relax... close your eyes... go back to sleep... and let your mind slip away...

[angel-in-your-basement]

It is so mind-numbingly hot when a Dom tells you no. No, you can’t touch yourself. No, you aren’t allowed to cum. No, I’m not going to use your pathetic little hole. You get so fucking desperate when you feel that helpless, when you’re begging and pleading with them just for them to deny you. When they remind you that you’re only there for their enjoyment, and they’re more than happy to take your pleasure away on a whim. Because to them, you’re just a toy to play with and abuse. Nothing makes me needier. Nothing makes me want it more than being told I can’t have it.

[fluidlyicyspore]

There’s something insanely alluring about picturing you completely under someone’s control. Heavy eyelids, slack expression, drool slipping past parted lips as you kneel on the floor wearing nothing but a collar like an obedient little pet. Totally unbothered by being pulled along by a leash, your mind hazy and softened into submission.

Or maybe it’s the opposite fully awake, trembling with excitement at a single command. Instantly needy at the snap of their fingers, desperate for approval, eager to carry out humiliating tasks you once would’ve mocked without hesitation. Now you’d do anything just to earn a little attention.

📸 : @snootiesnoop 💕💕

[sweetlyspiraling]

And then there's the secret third thing. You move through your life steady, feeling the weight of control resting on your mind. You don't always know what it is you're being commanded to do. Sometimes you're certain you have a purpose. Then you spring into action, eagerly following commands. Eyes bright, desperate for approval, knowing your purpose and letting it fill you.

Other times you can't be as certain. Are you acting of your own volition? Have you been given a command you forgot? Or are you so far gone you're shaping yourself into who they want you to become?

If it feels good enough, does it even matter?

[goodgirlcoded]

i don’t think you understand how badly i need you to start pinching and tugging my nipples while i’m trying to tell you something, making me stutter and look up at you all confused and glassy-eyed. need your hand to slip into my panties and just start playing with my clit, rolling it between your fingers while you’re focused on something else entirely, like i’m just conveniently placed beside you. i want my need to keep growing and growing while you have zero intention of giving me release. i’m just your fidget toy. please.

[dogboytoy-deactivated20230418]

okay but the inherent eroticism of being made to go to bed with toys in you!! the knowledge that it's going to be torture as you slide a thick toy into your cunt and immediately clench around the girth, moaning out as it stretches out the most intimate part of you. and then you have to let go and attempt to forget about it, even as you clench around it and feel it jostle around in you as you turn this way and that. whimpering softly into your pillow, knowing that you signed up for this, you were the insatiable whore who couldn't go a second without being filled to the brim. it's almost like you deserve this, hm?

[sundered-sadist]

Domestic denial and degradation are so much fun.

Things like having a cute little thing in my lap while we watch a movie. Edging them repeatedly until they can’t focus, then using numbing cream and fucking them with a dildo. Just stretching them out for the sake of doing it, because I find it entertaining.

Eating dinner at the table while they desperately hump my boot, even though they’ll never cum from it.

Edging them before going out together, promising them if they can recap our date, they can cum. Making sure their brain is cloudy and desperate the whole time, ruining any hopes of them remembering the date clearly.

They’ll learn that they edge for my pleasure and amusement. Why should that entertainment stop when we aren’t actively playing?

[themasterofo]

Trying to Relax

Can you try to keep still please?

“Yes Sir, it's just...”

Just what?

“Just I... nnnnhhhh...”

Just what? I'm trying to relax and get this reading done for work.

“I know but your fingers...”

 What about them?

“They're edging me really, really close!”

Yes, that relaxes me. I think you knew about that.

“Yes, Sir, but-”

You want me to be relaxed, right?

“Yes Sir, but...”

But what?

“It’s just my cunt is so close and needy and aching.”

Wait. Whose cunt?

“Nnnhhh...”

Whose?

“Yours, Sir.”

So my cunt is very close and very needy and very, very aching, is that right?

“Yes, Sir. So much.”

But, is it any of your business of yours what I do with my cunt?

“Nnngh… Sir…”

I have lots of stress from my work, and I have a bunch of things I need to read through tonight. If it relaxes me to edge my leaking little cunt while I do it, is that your business?

“Nnnn. No, Sir.”

No. And shouldn’t good girls mind their own business?

“Yes, Sir.”

That’s better. Besides, even if it were your cunt, I would have thought you would want to let me edge it, and help relieve my stress. Is that not true?

“No, Sir, it is true.”

Is it really?

“Yes, Sir. It is, it’s just… I’m so close. And you never, never let me go over.”

That’s true, but that’s how I like to keep my cunt. I don’t like it having orgasms, and it’s my cunt, not yours, so that’s just how it is.

“But...”

I’m getting there. It’s true, we keep Sir’s cunt right down there between your legs and you get to feel those really big strong edges. But that just means I really really need your help, so when I edge it so so close, we work together to make sure we keep it from cumming. I can count on you, right, little helper?

“Yes, Sir. It’s just so hard…”

I know. But you’re a good girl, and I know you’re strong enough to do what Sir says. I wouldn’t make you do it if I didn’t think so.

“Okay. Okay, thank you, Sir.”

You’re welcome, little cunt. Now I want you to be a good girl and a good little helper. Just stand nice and still and mind your own business about what Sir does with his property.

[the-denial-diaries]

Even though you’ll do awful things to me, I’m not a victim. Even though you’ll make me cry, we both know I’m very willing.

I’ll put the leash on for you.

I’ll enthusiastically offer you my tits to torture.

I’ll put the shock collar on and beg you to shock me. Even when I start to really hate it.

I’ll willingly sleep on the floor because I want to feel inferior to you.

I'll hold my mouth open for the gag, knowing I won't be able to say a word until you decide I've earned it back.

I'll edge myself over and over because you told me to stop, even when I'm crying and desperate and it feels impossible.

How can I be a victim when I want this just as much as you?

[hyenagirlpenis]

Training you to lie limp like a doll, reinforcing your restraint with praise and pleasure. Any time you get too tense and start clenching and moving, I back off, gently reminding you that your job is to be a good toy, and toys don't move. You get what I give you, and nothing more. And until you ease back and calm your breathing, allowing that distant, hazy look to steal over your face, I just wait patiently, guiding you with my voice alone to melt, to relax, to be a good doll for me.

[hyenagirlpenis]

It might take a while, but eventually I can have you barely moving from the first touch to the last. The instant I start, weakness and heat overtake your body. Toys get used, toys don't move... Focusing on the refrain, you feel eager pleasure building inside you as I chase relief. So desperate to please, now brought to the cusp by lying there limp and soft. Until finally, after enough teasing and edging, you manage to finish just from being used by me. Untouched, chest just barely rising with breath, seized by involuntary pulses of tension in the release. Lying motionless, getting off only to entertain me. My perfect toy.

[hyenagirlpenis]

Any time you hear "freeze", you go limp. Any time you go limp, you get used. Any time you get used, you get to cum. You feel me arrange you on the bed to my liking, lie there unresponsive as I move you, climb onto you, then thrust into you carelessly, just stroking off with your body. You barely tense anymore at the intrusion, but the chain of events is so well programmed now. I can feel you tighten as your pleasure, however irrelevant, climbs all the same.

"You love being a doll, don't you? You're just a toy now. You were always meant for this, weren't you? So warm and soft for me, so open and easy..."

And you just stare, eyes half-lidded, into the distance without a word. But everything I say lodges deep inside you somewhere, making it harder and harder to remember what not being my toy was like. And you can't deny how good that feels.

[the-denial-diaries]

I look up at her pleadingly, my lips wrapped around her cock. I’m gagging and sputtering on it, struggling to throat another inch. But I try because it’s Unlocking Day and I’m desperate to please her and earn my pleasure.

As soon as I’m unlocked from my chastity belt each week, she unceremoniously coats my clit with numbing cream. She then lets me spend the day “edging” for her amusement. Those days are the hardest. I rub and rub and rub but all I can feel is dull pressure. I’m usually dripping and crying by the end. Sometimes though, if I’ve been especially well behaved that week, she’ll fuck me with her strap. Those days are my favourite because even with my clit numb, and though I can’t cum from it, it feels so good. It’s the only pleasure I receive now.

“That’s enough, let’s see how well you’ve lubed me up.”

Her strap pops out of my mouth and I’m hoping my messy blowjob has earned me it in my needier hole. I can feel the numbing cream has taken hold, making my clit useless, but my cunt still aches desperately to be filled.

“This isn’t going to work.”

She’s stroking her cock before my eyes. My mouth instinctively opens around the tip to try again but she pulls away, out of reach.

“Your pathetic blowjob isn’t going to cut it today. I think we need something else.”

I kneel waiting, watching as she walks over to the dresser and pulls out a familiar white tube. My heart sinks. She twists off the cap and squeezes out the cream, spreading it along the length of her strap. She adds more. She’s using the numbing cream as lube.

“That’s better. Nice and wet. Get in position.”

My eyes are already watering from throating her. That makes it easier to pretend I’m not starting to cry. I turn around on my hands and knees, lower my face and lift my hips up.

The cream works fast, but it’s not instant. I feel the first thrust. By the third though, it’s just that same dull pressure again, deep but distant.

“Don’t you feel lucky?”

I sob a little, rubbing my face against the floor, but I nod. Because I did get unlocked. Because I did get almost three thrusts. Because compared to the alternative, lucky is exactly what I am.

And just like that, my only crumb of pleasure is taken away. Now when she fucks me, I feel just as little as her strap does. At least she can get off on my suffering.

[conditioned-to-obey]

I'm going to take away your ability to cum. You are going to put your ability to be sexually satisfied into my hands. I'm holding that responsibility for you now. You're just a dumb mutt anyway, you can't be trusted with it. I know what's best for you. You just drip and drip all day long. I'll plug up that leaky little thing between your legs. Put your hands in locked mitts so you can't touch it either. At best you can rub those thighs together in your cage and go insane thinking about the hot ache of denial in your cunt. Wondering if youre ever going to cum again. Wondering how you arrived to this state. A needy little animal. A reactive object. In heat constantly. Locked and denied. Forced to bark for a cruel strangers amusement as you beg for relief from your chastity.

And you just love to beg. Dont you, pet?

Of course you do, dumb cunt. You begged for your own denial. I'm just giving you exactly what you asked for. You don't actually want to cum. No, what you really want is to be a good girl.

And good girls don't cum.

They simply obey.

[stagfemme]

orgasm denial hits such a specific place for me. the inherent ownership of being denied, you only get what you’re allowed, what they decide to give you and when. and so your pleasure becomes not your own— it it something they are taking because they want it. it becomes a series of facts. i will fuck you until you are satisfied or you will play with me for as long as you care to. you will take what you want. i will not cum. the transcendent feeling of knowing it doesn’t matter if i want it. i can feel however i want. it’s not mine to decide