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dom-plays-with-dolls:

alphamachine:

Stay 😉

I was a fan of edging. It made my subjects so much more susceptible. When a mind is forced to focus on only one thing, it slowly weakens. Will power is decreased, and the need for release becomes so strong that the subject will voluntarily do anything in their power to achieve it.

So when they pitifully attempt to swallow their accumulating drool and mumble “Please please please can I cum? I’ll do anything!”…you take them up on that.

Because if there’s one thing that reduces a mind to a dumb, empty mess faster than constant edging, it’s constant orgasms.

Nonstop. Over and over until they barely react to the vibrations anymore. Until their eyes are unfocused, their breathing erratic, every muscle in their bodies spasming without intent. Their throats shot from screaming, their bodies drenched with any combination of sweat, tears, drool, and ejaculate. Ask them anything, and their only response will be a series of pathetic mumbles.

Give them exactly what they want, and they’ll give you a beautifully broken woman in return.

noboysclub:

oh baby, do you like it when i bend you over like this? so i can see your pussy? so you can spread your legs for me like the cute little slut you are?

good girl, moaning while i touch you. oh, you’re close? already? all i did was stroke your clit… do you think you deserve to come babygirl? do you?

mmm, well i dont think you need to orgasm today, baby. good sluts don’t come until they get permission. why dont we edge a bit more?

chickadee-dee-dee:

Shove something in my mouth (because I don’t have anything useful to say) so all I can get out are muffled moans and whimpers while you do whatever you want with me.

fluffybaccachick:

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.

dulcamarae:

After immobilizing E with the spreader bar and tying the doxy firmly between her legs, J sat back and watched her have orgasm after orgasm….

06.01.2018

dom-plays-with-dolls:

What I love about edging is that it really is a torturous form of hypnosis.

It starts off fairly extreme, of course. Two fingers slowly, rhythmically, and methodically sliding in and out of a wet, needy little pussy. In the beginning, she bites her lip, staring up at you with suggestive eyes. Foreplay, she assumes. And who doesn’t love a healthy dose of that?

She doesn’t come close to cumming yet. Of course not. And she doesn’t expect to.

In time, however, her appetite becomes insatiable. There’s only so much teasing a girl can take, after all, right? She starts to pull on your shirt, a naughty look in her face. She commands you to fuck her, like it’s the next natural step in this game you two have played so many times.

You place your hand on her chest and force her back down. Your fingers never leave her pussy. She smiles. She loves it rough.

Her slow, teasing moans evolve as the juices start sliding down her ass. The noises she make no longer belong in the realm of foreplay; no, she’s becoming exceptionally needy. Instinctively, she starts grinding her hips against your fingers, hoping such a movement would contribute to any harder sensation. She just wants to cum, dammit. She just wants that release.

You refuse to give it to her. Your eyes stay locked on hers, your tone gentle, your fingers relentless.

It gets to the point where her body needs restraints. Her hips are bucking, her legs violently shaking, her teeth grinding. Her eyes shift from wide opened to slammed shut as beads of sweat form around her neck. The noises she’s now making…they’re typically reserved for the most intense of sensations. The poundings. The spankings. The vibrators.

Something is happening to her mind. It’s reverting back to something ancient, something primal. You gag her as her hungry screams fill the room. You look down at your subject, someone who was once human but now controlled by sexual desperation.

And you’re still not done. Not yet.

Eventually, there’s an edge of no return. It breaks her down. Her brain can’t bring itself to even fancy a spare thought about anything but cumming. A slick coat of saliva coats her lips and breasts. Maybe a few spasms here or there, but nothing like before. In fact, the moans and screams have ceased, as well.

You tell her to look up at you.

She complies without hesitation.

Her body has given up, and her brain is far too clouded to make choices for itself. All she knows now are your fingers and your words.

Some call this a form of subspace. Her body is free from the restraints of her own hesitations, her mind hollowed out for your suggestions. And all it took were two fingers.

playfully-sadistic:

I want to praise you and drown you in compliments and sweet, soft words while you’re gagged, tied up and blindfolded, and I keep making you cum forcefully by holding a vibrator between your already trembling legs.

I’d watch you squirm, and shake, and try to pull away after a few orgasms because it’s just too much but at the same time my voice and my gentle words make you want to be a very good kitten for your Mistress, so you struggle so much with yourself, not knowing how to react, being in a constant state of painful arousement, completely under my control.

And after I’m done with you, you’d just lay in my arms, so exhausted but so satisfied, while I continue with sweet words now accompanied by my fingers gently running through your hair and over your still heated skin – making you feel so loved and safe.

“You’ve been so perfect for me today, my princess”, I’d softly whisper in your ear, my voice filled with appreciation and endless love.

After half an hour of just keeping you in my arms, I’d prepare a hot bath, your favourite tea and sweets, and I’d take my time to wash you properly and spoil you with everything you need.

That’s what I want to do to my princess.