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What are you doing?
You’re touching your clit, aren’t you.
Or your pathetic, desperate, useless, leaky hole.
You’re such a dirty fucktoy. Always touching yourself and sticking things in there, looking at blogs like mine to get off.
These words describe you perfectly :
Slut
Cunt
Whore
Bimbo fuckdoll
Cock sleeve
Cumdump
Useless bitch
Pisswhore
Idiot
Needy
Fuckpig
Isn’t that right, little whore?
You just moaned and nodded, didn’t you?
So predictable; a dumb, desperate, doll only good for being used.
Do you want to cum, whiny little bitch?
Find the most degrading thing you can on my blog, and cum to it. If your owner allows it. If not, presume I own your cunt after reading this - yes - a random strange man on Tumblr owns your useless, unwanted cunt now - and I’m telling you to cum like the vile, needy little slut you are, in the most degrading way possible, looking at the most taboo thing you’ve got off to.
Then reblog it. Good pet.
Yes please do
Degrade me
I’m a slut. I’m a slut for any older man who pays attention to me. I’m a slut for daddy.
I have a sexy little whore cunt. It’s bald and puffy and it needs to be fondled and fucked. It needs to be used.
I like being molested. I like having men palm my hairless mound, finger my cunnyhole, and push their thick daddy cocks deep into my pussy.
I need cum. I’m prettier when there’s cum in or on me. I’m a dirty little cum dump whore and it makes daddies like me more.
I get off when daddies talk to me while they look at my body, while they stare at my cunny, while they penetrate my pussy and fuck me hard. I like being called names. I like being told I’m special and pretty. I like being daddy’s dirty whore and his sexy little girl.
By far my most popular post.
Reblog if you'd like some messages in your inbox to make you Blank and Empty
I was thinking of not reblogging but… yeah I would love some :)
Sure, go for it!
Yes please
haha you can try but its not definete :3
yes please, its my pleasure sir
Yes pleeeeeease Sir
i’ve always wanted to be edged from like, morning to night. to wake up to you between my legs and hot lazy arousal curling in my gut but as soon as you notice I’m awake you smile and pull away and leave me throbbing and aching with no relief
then in the bathroom you press me against the counter top and finger fuck me til my legs are shaking, my moans and breaking, but pull your fingers out and shove them in my mouth before i can tip over the edge.
make me eat you out at the breakfast table, horny and desperate and needing to make you come. when you do, pull me up and make me ride your thigh then push me away gently when your leg is slick and my breath is shaking
pin me to the wall in the shower and hold the head right against my clit for three seconds then move it up my chest and down my legs and all over and then again and again until my moans echo off the bathroom tiles. keep it against me until im shaking then turn off the water and towel me down
pick out an outfit for me to wear then rub my clit through it, make me soak my panties, pin me against the wall and make my legs so weak i have to lean all my weight against you and then take your hand away and only when I’ve caught my breath tell me we’re going out
tease me. relentlessly. bite my ear, whisper the dirtiest fucking things to me, hold me by the hips, the waist, tease my neck with your teeth. pull me away to private corners and kiss me hard and fast and overwhelming and leave just as suddenly, make me breathless and dizzy and fucking wet all day
bring me home and wait for me to beg. kiss me slowly and passionately, take your time marking me up and make me squirm, desperate for you. wait until im shaking and pleading, and only then fuck me. fuck me fast and brutal, pinning my arms above me and swallowing my moans. make me shake with the need to come. come against me, moaning, panting, saying my name over and over bring right to the edge and
stop.
make me feel you come, and then leave me hanging. make me go to bed aroused, needy, desperate. promise that if i’m good tomorrow you might let me come.
repeat the next day.
Read this. And then message me if you want this.
Confused
Really, really close. I want to see those legs trembling.
“I am. Oh, I’m so close.”
Good girl. Do you want to cum?
“Nnnngggh…”
I didn’t understand you. Do you want to cum?
“Ngh, Sir, please don’t.”
What?
“Please don’t ask…”
It’s just a question. You’ve been edging really hard for almost an hour. Do you want to cum?
“Oh… nnnnnn… yes, I do.”
Oh, no!
“Sir, no…”
Hands off now.
“Nnnnnn…”
Hands off. Now.
“Yes, Sir.”
You were doing so well, too. I think we’re edging you too much. You’re getting confused again.
“No, please, I’m sorry.”
Don’t you remember what we talked about?
“I know, but I was so close, I really wanted it.”
No, you didn’t. This is what happens when you get confused, remember?
“I… I think so…”
Aw, you poor thing. You don’t want to cum. You don’t ever want to cum again. I’m sure you remember, don’t you?
“Y-yes… I remember. I was confused, but I remember now.”
That’s okay. I understand how fuzzy your little brain gets with all your edging. You can be such a confused girl sometimes, huh?
“Yes, Sir.”
Remember, it’s okay to feel like you want to cum. As long as you remember that you don’t want it.
“Okay.”
Do you remember why it’s okay to feel like you want it?
“Cause… um… can you tell me?”
Sure, sweetie. When your body makes you feel like you want to cum that’s to make edging hard for you. And that’s good because-
“Because you like it to be hard for me.”
Don’t interrupt, please.
“Sorry…”
But yes, that’s right. It’s really good that your body makes you feel like you want to cum, so it can be so hard not to cum, just how I like it. But that doesn’t mean you want to cum. You never really want to cum, isn’t that right?
“Yes, Sir. I don’t. Thank you for helping me remember.”
Your welcome. Just remember when it gets really hard, and you get confused, just trust me okay?
“Yes, Sir. Always.”
That way you can always be my good girl.
“Cause good girls never cum, right?”
That’s right. Now let’s get really close again, and then we’ll take it away from you, okay?
“Yes, Sir.”
Ok type “anal is” and finish the sentence with autocorrect
Anal is the first one of the best things ✨
Anal is a good thing to do with that one and it is very important
Anal is the only thing that came out with me lol and flooded the room😳
Anal is the only way
Anal is the name on my fat daddy cock.
You’re not wrong, autocorrect.
Anal is a really nice person to me haha.
Anal is a good time for me to do it for you.
Anal is a good time for me to go to bed
my leash carefully hitched to the bed rail, i obediently await your arrival.
Just let it happen
80% of being a woman/cock doll is letting things happen to you. He asks for your phone number, you let him have it. He asks you on a date, you let him take you.
The difficult part comes after the niceties. It can be hard to let go, and let other things happen to you. It may help to consider yourself as a well, and he’s the bucket. You exist to give, he exists to take. If the well is dry, it can’t give anything. If it can’t give anything, it’s useless. (A bucket, on the other hand, will always be useful in any other well.)
He wants to come upstairs, don’t hesitate. Let him. He wants to take photos, let him. He wants your asshole? Well, what did you expect? You let him take you out, you let him do the nice things. Now it’s time to let him do everything else. Men are designed to want and you’re designed to give.
Hubby has been more demanding recently. When he bosses me around, I let him. This may sound like I’m topping from the bottom, but it’s not what I mean. I “let him” in that when he tells me what to do, I’ve actively tried not to resist. He half-jokingly told me to stop talking the other day. The old me may not have let that happen, snapping back with some remark, needing to have the last word to seem strong or witty. But I let myself be silenced, and it was like the endorphins rushed straight to my clit. I am a well full of willfulness that Husband is taking away, one bucket at a time. I’m happier because I let him.
We get so nervous over stupid things. What will other people think? Is this too humiliating? What if he’s just using me?
Let him.
Listen to that voice inside you that says “obey.” Being smart, talented, artistic- these are all good qualities, but they won’t be as important as your servility. You can cash in on them a bit, in that your loss of dignity will be that much greater, your fall, that much harder. But you’ll be simultaneously released from the pressures of being those things.
So when you think you have something important to say, and he decides to put tape over your mouth? Let him. Be grateful that he can see past what you think you need. Give in, let yourself be silenced.
Because when you let him, you can finally allow yourself to love, honor, and obey.
Xoxo Dbts
Just let it happen cunts. Know that it only gets easier when you decide to just give up and obey.
This is so important to do!
Grab her throat while you push every inch inside her and make her look at you while you do it.
Just sayin…
Thirteen
Happy new year.
“Mmmm… happy new year. I can hardly think. Was that-”
Just before midnight. So still on your birthday.
“That was the most amazing orgasm, Sir. Thank you so much.”
You’re welcome.
“I, um… I wanted to ask you something.”
Go ahead.
"I want to get a tattoo.”
I think you said you were going to ask something…
“Sorry. May I please get a tattoo, Sir?”
What do you want to get?
“I don’t… really know yet. Something kind of small. Something about us.”
About us. Hmmm… how about a little thirteen, right here on your shoulder?
“A thirteen?”
One, three. Thirteen.
“Hey, that tickles! I know what a thirteen is, but why?”
Because that’s how many times you came last year.
“It is?”
Yes.
“You kept track?”
Yes.
“Wow. It felt like less.”
Haha. That’s probably because most of them were toward the beginning of the year.
“Yeah, you haven’t been very generous lately.”
I never promised to be generous.
“Touche. So, if I get a thirteen, does that mean I can only cum thirteen times this year, too?”
Oh, that’s a nice idea. One for each month.
“It wasn’t meant as an idea! Anyway, last I checked there’s only twelve months, Sir.”
No, once a month, and one more on your birthday. I think it’s a lovely idea.
“It was just a joke! It wasn’t supposed to be an idea.”
Well, it’s more than an idea now. Yes, let’s get you nice little “13” and maybe that will be how many times you cum this year.
“Ugh. I can tell you’ve made up your mind on this.”
I have.
”It’s almost all healed up, Sir.”
Mmmm… not quite. We should wait a bit longer.
“But, Sir… they didn’t say I couldn’t cum until it was fully healed.”
No, I’m saying that.
“But it’s January 31st. If you don’t let me cum today, I won’t get to cum for the whole month!”
That’s okay. We can make it up later, maybe. There’s plenty of time left for all thirteen.
“Please may I cum?”
No.
“Please, Sir, I need it so bad.”
No.
“But, the year is half over already and you just keep saying no.”
I don’t want you to cum right now. You look so beautiful, quivering, right on the edge. Just a little harder now…
“Sir, Please!”
No. Maybe tomorrow. Or next week.
“Sir, please. I’m so close. It’s been almost all year.”
I know how long it’s been. The answer is still no.
“Oh…”
Stay on the edge now. Make it really hard.
“Sir, I really want to cum.”
I know. Maybe on your birthday, okay?
“But-”
No buts. Okay?
“O-okay.”
Good girl. Really, really close now. Let’s see those legs shaking.
Happy new year!
“Oh… God, it’s right there… is… is it really the new year?”
Mmhm. Just after midnight. Stay close now.
“We missed it! I didn’t even cum on my birthday!”
No. I didn’t want you to.
“Oh, Sir…”
It’s okay. You made it a whole year for me. I’m so proud of you.
“Mmmm. Thank you, Sir. I guess this tattoo was a bad idea, though.”
No, I don’t think so. It just needs a minor addition.
“Like what?”
We’ll just add a zero and a slash so it says “0/13”.
“Sir… that was your plan the whole time, wasn’t it?”
No. But, I’ll admit I thought of it some time ago.
“I knew it. Nnngh… oh, God… Sir, may I cum now, please?
No.
"Oh…”
Be a good girl and stay close. I want to see you really trembling. That’s my girl. This is such a nice way to start the new year, isn’t it?
“Yes, Sir.”
You know, I think this year is going to be just as good as the last.
A Whole Year
“But, Sir, it’s not fair!”
What’s not fair? You agreed that you wouldn’t cum without my permission for one month.
“But it’s been a whole month and you never let me cum!”
That’s true, but it’s not unfair. I never said that you would get to cum. Only that you have to have my permission if you do.
“And you’ll never give it.”
I never said that.
“But you won’t.”
You don’t know that. Get to the edge right now, okay?
“Ngh… yes, Sir.”
That’s my girl. I thought things have been really nice, haven’t they?
“Mmm… yes, they have been nice.”
I think edging has been really good for you. Don’t you like edging?
“Yes, but-”
And when you give your orgasms to me? It’s hard, but isn’t it nice, too?
“I… I guess so. I like how happy it makes you.”
It does make me happy. And I think it’s been really good for you. I’d like to extend past one month if you agree.
“Extend? For how long?”
I don’t know. A year?
“A year!”
Well. Eleven months. A year from when we started.
“I don’t think I can go a year without cumming.”
I didn’t say you couldn’t cum. Just that you’d need to have my permission.
“Oh, Sir… I think you’ll keep me from cumming the whole year.”
It’s not much fun if I tell you my plans up front, now is it? Really close, please.
“Mnnngh… no I guess not.”
So? One year, right?
“God, can I cum first?”
No. One year?
“Will you make a promise?”
What is it?
“If you really do keep me from cumming for a whole year… oh God, I’m shaking… If you do… you have to promise that you’ll let me cum after the year.”
I don’t have to do anything.
“But… please, will you promise that?”
That’s better. I promise that if you really haven’t cum for a full year, if you ask me to cum I will say yes.
“You promise?”
Yes, silly, I just did. Edges making your brain fuzzy, huh?
“Mmhm.”
Good girl. So… one year?
“Um… okay, yes. Yes, Sir.”
“You’re never going to let me are you?”
I didn’t say that. I just said no.
“But you always, always say no!”
That’s my right, isn’t it?
“Yes, but-”
No buts. It’s my right.
“I know.”
I was thinking, though…
“About what?”
Keep the vibrator on that clit please. Only take it off if you absolutely must to keep from cumming.
“Nnnggg… you always make it so hard.”
Mmhm. I know. I was thinking that you’re right about me always saying no, though.
“I know that.”
Haha. You’re cute. What I was thinking is that it doesn’t really make sense for you to keep begging and asking to cum when it’s almost always going to be a no.
“What do you mean?”
I want you to stop asking to cum.
“Oh, but, Sir!”
You can still tell me that you want to cum. I just want you to stop asking. If I decide you should cum, I’ll tell you.
“I… but you never will, will you?”
It’s really not much different from asking to cum and being told no all the time, right?
“I… I guess not.”
Good. So no more asking to cum.
“Until the year is up.”
Until the year is up, of course. Then you have my promise that if you haven’t cum yet, you can ask and I’ll say yes.
“Then… okay.”
That’s my good girl. Really close now. I’m going to take this one away from you and I want it nice and hard first.
“Oh, God, Sir. I’m so, so close.”
Stay right there for me, okay?
“Nnngh… it’s so hard.”
I know. But you can do it. You’ve almost done a whole year. Just a couple months left.
“Oh God, I want to cum so bad.”
But you won’t, will you?
“Nnnnnnn… no, Sir.”
You know sometimes I kind of miss hearing you beg to cum.
“You do? Should I-”
No. No, that’s not what I was thinking. I was thinking we could have you ask permission to touch for the rest of the year.
“Just to touch?”
Yes.
“And if you say no I can’t even edge?”
That’s right.
“Sir…”
It would make me happy to hear you begging again.
“But… oh… you’ll say no.”
Sometimes. But sometimes I’ll say yes.
“I… I could still touch you, right? And make you cum?”
Yes, of course.
“Then… okay.”
Such a sweet girl! That makes me very happy. Now lets get ready to give this orgasm back to me and you’ll be done touching for the day.
You did it.
“What did I do? I just woke up…”
You went a whole year without cumming! I’m so proud of you.
“I did? A whole year?”
You did. A whole year. Hard edges and no cumming. Only touching with permission. Such a good job.
“Thank you, Sir.”
You’re very welcome. Now. Wasn’t there something you wanted to say in this situation?
“To say?”
Right. Something you wanted to ask me?
“Oh! Yes!”
Haha. You look excited.
“Mmhm!”
Okay, go ahead.
“Sir, may I please edge for you?”
That’s what you want?
“Yes, Sir. Please let me touch so I can give you a nice hard edge. Please?”
Such a remarkable girl. Yes, you may.
Decide for Myself
“I made up my mind, and I want to decide for myself again. I want to cum.”
I see. Are you edging now?
“No, but-”
How can I take you seriously that you want an orgasm if you’re not even close to it? Panties down, please.
“Yes, Sir, but-”
Quiet please. Right to the edge, nice and hard.
“Yes, Sir. I’m there. It’s always right there…”
Good. Do you still want to decide for yourself? You still want to cum?
“I do. Please, Sir.”
Okay, I’ll count you down from twenty, and when I say cum, you’ll have a big, full orgasm. Twenty.
“Oh yes, thank you, Sir!”
I’m going to miss this, my little slut. Nineteen.
“We’ll do more, Sir. I just need one. It’s just too much for me.”
I understand, but we won’t do more. Eighteen.
“What? Why?”
Of course you can take back control whenever you wish, but it doesn’t go back and forth. I’m not going to accept it again. Seventeen.
“Sir! That’s not fair!”
Not fair? I think it’s quite reasonable and right for me to determine whether I’m willing to take the responsibility of controlling a girl’s orgasm. Sixteen.
“Sir! Please stop counting. I just want a little break.”
If I stop counting, I won’t start again. If you want to cum with me one last time, this is how we’ll do it. Fifteen.
“Sirrrr…”
Should I stop counting?
“I…”
Should I?
“No, but-”
Then keep edging. I didn’t tell you you could stop. Fourteen.
“Oh, God, Sir, I want you to control my orgasms. I just want to decide just this once. I need one.”
I’m confused. Either you want me to control them or you don’t. Thirteen.
“I do… I just…”
Twelve.
“Oh, God. I’m so close, I just want to feel it.”
Then you have a choice to make don’t you? Eleven.
“Please? Please can’t I have it just this once and then go back to normal?”
No. Ten.
“No, no no no… I don’t want to give this up.”
Then you don’t have to. You wanted to decide, so now you get to decide. Nine.
“I don’t know what I want. It’s too much…”
Stay close. When we get to zero, you will either ask me to let you cum, or to not let you cum. Eight.
“Ask…”
That’s right. If you ask to cum you’ll have a nice big orgasm with me, and then you’ll be back in control. Seven. If you ask me not to cum, then I’ll take this one away, like all the others, and I’ll keep control. Six.
“Oh, God. I can’t decide. I want it so bad.”
Five. Really close. Really hard. If you cum, we want it to be a really good one right? Four.
“Yes, Sir, but I… I just want to cum!”
I know. Three.
“Please…”
Your choice. Two. One.
“Nnnnnnghhhh…”
What do you want?
“P-please… please don’t let me cum, Sir.”
Oh, that makes me so happy. Hands off now, okay? Good girl.
“Oh, Sir, it’s so, so hard.”
I know. It will always be hard. That’s all I’ve ever promised you, isn’t it?
“Yes, Sir.”
Come here then. That was a really nice one you gave me. So hard and so close. I loved it.
“Th-thank you. Thank you, Sir.”
You’re very welcome, little one.
Oh. So so achy but no orgasms for this good girl… just more ache and neediness.
After my pussy has been throbbing for hours I can finally torment it
I was on no touch now I am going to edge my brains out so I can submit to sit when he’s home
A Dream Come True
“So you don’t think it’s weird?”
That you want me to control when you cum? No, of course not. I think it’s wonderful. I’m glad you brought it up with me.
“I’m so relieved. I was so nervous to ask.”
It’s okay. But, are you sure you want this? It’s a lot of control to give up. If we both agree, I will expect you to do exactly as I say and never cum without my permission.
“Yes! Yes, Sir, this is exactly what I want. I can’t believe you understand. It’s like a dream come true.”
I’m glad. It’s agreed then. From this moment on, you will not ever cum without my permission.
“Yes, Sir. Agreed.”
Good girl. I’ll just slide a hand under your panties so we can edge that little cunt better, okay?
“Yes, Sir.”
Ooh, you’re very wet, huh?
“Yes, Sir.”
Let me know when you’re getting close.
“I am already… really close.”
Wow. What a little slut you are, aren’t you?
“Yes, Sir. I am your little slut. Mnngh… may I cum, please?”
No. Do not cum. Stay right on the edge.
“Oh… yes, Sir. Oh, please let me cum, Sir. I need it.”
No. No, look at me. You feel this? You feel how close you are? Don’t squirm away from me! You feel this? This is how close I want you every day.
“Oh, God, yes, Sir…”
When was the last time you came?
“Ungh… I don’t know…”
When?
“Last week? Sometime? I’m sorry, I don’t remember exactly.”
Okay. Look at me. That orgasm you don’t really remember? That was your last orgasm.
“What? What do you mean?”
I decide when you cum now.
“Yes, Sir, but-”
And I have decided. I’ve decided that you’re all done with cumming. You won’t have any more orgasms ever again.
“No! Sir, please!”
Yes. No more. Ever.
“Oh, God…”
You don’t cum anymore. Say it.
“Oh, Sir, please…”
Say it.
“I… don’t cum. Anymore.”
Good girl. That’s right. Now. Knowing what it means for me to control your orgasm, I’ll give you one last chance. Really close now. If you want to change your mind, I’ll give control back to you. You can cum right now if you want to.
“But you’ll never control my orgasms again, will you?”
No. Now what will you choose?
“I… ungh… Sir I want to cum so bad.”
I know. But will you?
“I… I… n-no. I won’t.”
Not ever?
“No, Sir. Never again.”
That makes me so happy. Hold on tight, now. Let’s get you really, really close before we let it go. Shhhhh… It’s like a dream come true, remember?
Im so grateful to have my orgasms taken away. Im so grateful to have lost all control over how i edge.
These things never belonged to me because im nothing more than a cunt, leaking and edging and made to amuse men however they see fit. I was a greedy, selfish whore before my orgasms were taken away from me. My new purpose is to make men cum. Edging is my new orgasm and their cum is the only cum i will ever be allowed again.
Im so grateful to have been turned into an obedient edgeslut. I dont cum anymore. I will never cum again. Orgasms arent for me because i am a cunt. I dont deserve orgasms. I deserve to ache and suffer because the its only thing my cunt is good for. Female orgasms are useless and selfish, and i should never be allowed to have one. I dont need to cum. I dont deserve to cum. Theres no point in me cumming.
I dont need to cum to make men cum. I dont need to orgasm to take a man’s cum in my tight little unprotected cunt or in my ass or down my throat. Theres no reason for me to ever cum again.
I will never have an orgasm again. I will drip and edge and ache until my mind leaks out of my needy cunt. I will be a good girl, and good girls dont cum.
This should be a mantra for all cunts.