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Can I Cum?

Every single time that desperate little question even forms on your lips, every time I see it lurking in those wide, pleading eyes of yours, I add more time. Tick, tock. Longer and longer, that sweet, aching pressure just builds. You think you’re close now? You have no idea how much further I can push you.

Good edge sluts — the ones who really get it — they don’t ask. They don’t beg with words. They keep themselves on the brink, teetering, panting, praying with every twitch and gasp that their Master will finally, mercifully, shove them over. They make themselves an offering, so wet and ready it’s impossible to ignore.

So keep that hand moving. Keep rubbing that poor, swollen clit of yours. Let me see it plumped up and glistening, a furious shade of pink, so exquisitely sensitive that every glide of your fingers sends you reeling. Go on, press a little harder. Make it ache just right.

Don’t forget to make some noise. Slap your pussy. I want to hear it. That wet, percussive thwack as your palm meets your drenched cunt. Make it quiver. Make it twitch. Let me hear the squelch as your juices fly. I want that sound echoing in the room, each slap a testament to how ready you are, how much you’re denying yourself for me. Let that pussy juice drip down your hand, coat your wrist. Show me how wet you are.

You never know. If I hear one more particularly desperate, wet slap… if I hear you gasp my name in just the right way, choked and broken as you ride that edge… maybe it’ll finally pique my interest enough. Maybe I’ll decide you’ve suffered beautifully enough for one night.

Then I’ll come over there, pin those trembling limbs of yours down, and claim you. I’ll drive into that tight, clenching cunt until you’re screaming, until your mind shatters, until that orgasm you’ve been holding back for so long finally rips you apart, flooding you completely.

Can I cum?

If you have to ask, you haven’t earned it.

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Ruining your life because your cunt told you to do it. Because your cunt knows what is best. Because I want you to ruin it. Because it's the only thing you are good for. Because becoming the most disgusting whore is your only motivation. Because your job gets in the way of pleasing your cunt. Because nothing satiates your craving like the abuse I give you. Because allowing me to convince you to ruin your life to the point of needing to leave your city is what excites you. Because my cock craves forcing you to give in to your most desperate fucked up fantasies.

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~ The Original Dominant ~

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I’m such a dumb depraved whore and my body and cunt is so attention and touch starved I need to beg strangers on the Internet for attention as well as touching my sloppy needy cunt whenever I’m able to their degrading words 🥺

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"Tell me how you feel about being brainwashed"

snap

I love being brainwashed

"Very good. Again"

snap

I love being brainwashed

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I love being brainwashed

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I love being brainwashed

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I love being brainwashed

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I love being brainwashed

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I love being brainwashed

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I love being brainwashed

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His grab… his will…

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Structure.

She should know when she's going to wake up, when she's going to prepare breakfast, when she's going to the gym, when she's going to edge, when she's going to eat, when she's going to nap, when she's going to clean, when she's going to the store, when she's going to fuck, what she's going to wear on an hourly basis, what she's going to eat (not much), how much she's going to exercise, how much water she's going to drink.

Every. Fucking. Day.

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😍

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dream life

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The harder you hit, the harder I smile 😁🤤

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anal cockwarming overnight so your hole is nice and stretched open in the morning!! ready to be fucked properly 🥰

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Property of Dace, Pt 2

I spot you instantly, wearing that pretty dress I got for you. Looking a little nervous, eyes frantically darting around the restaurant, seeking me. I chuckle to myself softly, seeing the relief on your face when you eventually spot me, and I smile at you.

As you make your way over, I settle back, knowing tonight will be very different to our last encounter.

“Good evening little girl. Sit down We’re going to play a game tonight. You have to keep talking like a normal human, while I torment you. You are wearing the lingerie I wanted?”

“Yes Sir, Of course. You picked them especially for you. “

“Wonderful. I have a couple of presents for you.”

I slide one box across the table, with another one stays in my hand. You open it, eyes going wide at the sight of the bright pink remote vibrator inside.

“Sir….please….I…I don’t……here? In front of people?”

I nod, and then lean closer to you. 

“My dear, do you want to earn this?” 

I open the other box, revealing the necklace….. and padlock.

You gulp. 

“Yes Sir. I need it.”

“Good girl. Go and put your little friend inside you, and then we can have a nice romantic dinner.”

I smile to myself as you disappear towards the bathroom. Watching your hips sway in that dress. Most men would kill to have you for the night, but you were begging to be with me. Even over your boyfriend. He thinks you’re with ‘The Girls’. 

Since our last meeting, you have been touching yourself religiously. Edging 3 times a day minimum. We talk as much as time allows. It’s obvious just how addicted you are. How devoted you are. 

That weekend after our first meeting really changed you. Changed the way you think. Cemented your obedience.  Your first though is ‘How can I serve?’ Your style has moved to being a little more slutty. And, depending on my mood, a little more ‘gothy’ (because I can’t help myself)

Your boyfriend still doesn’t know about me. He doesn’t seem to have noticed. He’s a decent guy, bless him. However, he’s not me is he?

He doesn’t make you cunt leak when his name pops up. He doesn’t make it tingle just by the way he speaks to you. He doesn’t make you want to just become a brainless fuckdoll.

You reappear, meandering your way back to the table.

Bzzz.

Your eyes flash up at me. A mixture of anger. Fear. Lust. I smile. 

Bzz Bzz bzz bzzzzzzzzz

You manage to make it back to the table without groping yourself in front of the busy restaurant.

“So, how was your week?”

We chat for a while, teasing each other for our opinions on films, who is more posh (you, it is definitely you), you mock me for my food choices.

You take a sip of your wine.

Bzz Bzz BBBBZZZZZZZZZZZ bzz bzz bzz bzz bzz bzz BBBBBBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

You freeze. The vibe had been forgotten. But now. You can barely move. I smile more. Watching you try not to squirm. And then carry on eating. Talking Time passes. 

I take out my phone. I know you hate when people use them when out for dinner. But, it is very brief.

Your phone pings as soon as mine is away. I tell you to look at it.

Your eyes widen again.

Because on the screen before you, I have described in detail, how I am going to fuck you tonight. How I am going to make you orgasm until you beg me to stop. How you will be screaming my name.

And what you will need to do to earn your collar.

I beckon you closer.  As you lean in, I tell you to order dessert for the two of us.  You wave the waiter over, and I start my buzzing assault.

BZZZZZZ

You shoot me a glare, but I can hear you moan. You look so hot when you’re squirming.  Biting your lip, writhing in pleasure.

I slow it down when he comes over, you breathlessly order ice cream for me, and a brownie for you.  As soon as he leaves, it gets pushed right back to full speed.

Your knuckles white as fingers are dig into the edge of the table.  Barely able to breath, trying to keep your moans as quiet as possible. Getting more and more flushed.

The food arrives, and I relent while we eat.

I suddenly feel something different. Your foot is stroking my leg…. Moving higher and higher. Until its pressing against my dick. What a naughty girl you are. Trying to get me riled up as well….

“Don’t stop” I challenge you.  I can feel my cock harden in my pants under your stroking heel. It’s a good thing I’m a pervert.

I give you my credit card to pay. Alternating the vibe between max and off.  My first challenge is for you to flirt with the waiter.  "I want you to make him as hard and horny as you have done to me."

You glare at me again, but with a smile spreading across your face. You get up, and walk over to him, I can see you touching his hand, flirting outrageously as you pay. He laughs nervously. You pull him in for a deep passionate kiss, grabbing his crotch, squeezing.  You break the kiss, and come back to me, giggling to yourself. He has this look of shock on his face, and a decent bulge in his pants.

As we leave, I pull you close, and playfully whisper that you’re going to pay for that.

“That’s what I was banking on” is the only response you give.

We move into a bar, and find a dark corner. You’re instructed to go and get the drinks. As you stand up, I start buzzing you again, provoking you to turn round and give me the finger, causing me to laugh

The buzzing continues as you start to return, I can see how much you are concentrating on walking in a straight line

You sit next to me, snuggling I slide my hand over your knee, and up your dress. I can feel how warm and wet you are.  I can sense the desperation emitting from your needy hole. 

My fingers start exploring the material of your panties. The panties of the lingerie we bought together. For you to only wear for me. Your boyfriend has never seen you in them. Fingers slipping under the hem. Sliding inside you as I stare into your eyes. Seeing you moan freely, the lust as you stare back

“Please Sir. Please.”

“Please what dear?”

“Please fuck me. I need it. I need you inside me. Your cock. Your words. I need to obey you. I need to please you.“

“Oh? You want me to strip you down right here? In front of all these nice normal people?  And just…. Fuck you?”

“Yes Sir. If you wanted to do it, I would let you.”

“Well then…” my fingers move faster “What I’m going to do next, is take your panties off. You are going to spread your legs, and expose my property to whoever looks in your direction.”

I feel your hole clench as I describe this to you. You moan louder. Eyes squeezing shut

“Yes Sir, please Sir, Expose me to everyone. Show them what a whore I am for you.”

I love feeling you writhe under my touch. Hearing you moan. Beg Pleading to be my slut

“Oh, look sweetheart. There’s some guys looking at you And some girls”

You open your eyes, seeing the group at the table down the aisle. Four guys, three girls. A couple of shocked faces. A couple of hungry ones. And one very envious girl, whispering rapidly to the man next to her.

“Sir! I’m close. Can I cum? Please? It’s been so long”

I laugh while I start to kiss your neck

“Oh pet, no. Not yet. We can’t be letting you have an orgasm this early into the night.” 

I slowly withdraw my fingers from your dripping hole. Tasting them, then shooting a smile and a wave at the table watching us.

“Um. Sir. I have a question.”

“Oh? What is it dear?”

“Err. Why do you not kiss me much? Like, we kiss when we fuck, but that is it. And, I’m just curious why that is?”

“Ah. Petal. Yes, there is a reason for that.  I don’t kiss you, because I cannot let myself fall for you.  Have you forgotten you have a boyfriend?  If I start getting deeper feelings for you. I will have to order you to break up with him. So you can be mine instead.”

You move closer to me. Gently grinding. Kissing my neck. 

“But. What if that’s what I want you to do Sir?”

You get your phone out. Type two words. And hit send. You show me, leaving me speechless. Mouth open slightly in shock.

It’s over.

Looking deep in my eyes, I can hear the utter conviction in your voice

“Sir. I want to be yours. Whatever that involves. Whatever I have to do. I will do it. I am yours.”

I break. And kiss you deeply Holding nothing back When we finish kissing, I take your hand.  And pull you up.

“Where are we going?”

“Bathroom. Now.”

You instantly take charge, and pull me across the bar, into the women’s toilets. Straight into a stall. Kissing and fumbling like a couple of kids. It’s a good thing your underwear is already off, as I may have had to tear it off you. My cock has been hard for what feels like hours at this point.

Bursting free of my pants. Sliding straight into your wetness I can barely control myself.  It’s over almost as quick as it began.  We’re both sweaty. And, one of us is more full than the other now.

I kiss you again.

“Keep that inside you, the night isn’t over yet. There is a special activity for you still.”

The confused look on your face makes me chuckles. 

“C’mon, let’s make this official.”

We grab our things and leave the bar, heading through the darkness. We keep walking, talking, giggling. Until I suddenly stop.

You look at me quizzically, then, look at what we are stood outside of.

A tattoo parlour.

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Property of Dace. Pt1

Tonight might be the night

We had been talking about it for months

You don’t know what I look like

I only know what you're wearing.

I also know where you are.

We had agreed you would have a skimpy dress on, not black as that is what everyone else will be wearing.

You’ve styled your hair the way I wanted, and it also has a distinctive bow. This is to make you stand out, to let me know who my target is.

I get to the club before you. Watching all the other pretty girls turn up, getting drunk, dancing, frolicking, being whores. But they're not who I am after. I am waiting for one specific girl. One that is smart, and respectable by day, but by night….well….

My phone buzzes with your message: ‘I’m here’

I put it away and start looking for you from a distance, like a hawk surveying the landscape. So many dumb girls. Drinking the night away. Thinking they're unique, when they are all identical. I bet most of them work at a salon, or as a shopping assistant.

Not you though.

You're a smart girl. University degree. Good job.

that’s why I like you.

There’s a break in the crowd.

The lights change, and I see the bow.

You and your friends, in the middle of the dance floor, drinks in hand.

I get my phone, and send a message for you to go to the bar.

I see you depart the group, making your way through the hustle and bustle.

I begin to follow.

While you're waiting at the bar, a guy comes up, trying to talk to you.

But you brush him off. After all, you have a boyfriend.

Another minute goes by, and you have a shot or two.

Then my hand runs up your thigh, sliding between your legs, two fingers disappearing inside you with no resistance. No panties, good girl, just like you were told.

‘dont turn around. Take this, and go back to your friends’

You feel the Lush in your hand, you can feel yourself blush as you realise whats going to happen.

I remove my fingers and disappear into the crowd before you have chance to say anything.

You slip the lush inside your hole, hoping it will stay inside you with how wet you are, and return to your friends. Buzzed and horny.

You drink more, party more, forgetting about me for the time being. Until.

BZZZZZ

Fuck

BZZZZZZ bzzz BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ  bzz bzz bzz BZZZZZZZZZZZ

Your knees tremble, but you keep going

Spinning around trying to find me

But all you can see is darkness and faces

I am at the back of the room. I can see you clear as day. The look on your face as you try not to let your friends know that anything is happening.

We continue this for the next 10 minutes.  Tormenting you. Teasing you. I decide to visit you again

Pushing my way across the dance floor, I am stood mere feet away from you, but you still don’t know who I am. I get behind you, and whisper in your ear:

‘15 minutes more and you are leaving, little girl’

I can almost feel your clit throb from here.

I return to the shadows, continuing to mess with the toy inside you.

When the time comes, you start to leave, but your friends are trying to persuade you to stay.

You convince them you're not feeling well now, maybe a little sick, possibly something you ate earlier.

They are happy to let you go home, its not that late after all. You're not drunk, just a little tipsy, and it’s not that far for you to get home.

I follow you out.

Sending another message: take the next right, down the alleyway.

You obey instantly. What a good toy.

You can hear steps behind you.

Your heart starts racing.

Fuck

Is it him? Is it someone else? Why did I agree to this?

You start to panic a little

Pulling your phone out, you send me a message.

Seeing if it’s me behind you. Begging me to reply.

The man grabs you. Wraps his hand around your throat. Pushes you against the wall, forcing his fingers into your mouth.

‘Such a naughty whore, I've been watching you all night.’

SLAP

He smacks your ass, and spins you around to face him.

Urgh. Youre repelled by this grotesque looking man. Missing teeth, dirty hair, you start to taste his fingers too.

His hands start to wander, and you begin to try and fight them away, eyes watering.

‘Oi. What the hell do you think you are doing to her??!?!?’

Another man is now running towards you, your heart soars.

A saviour.

It was fun playing the rape toy on the internet, but it’s a lot less enjoyable in real life.

As he gets closer, the disgusting man thinks better of it, and runs off down the alley.

‘Are you alright? Are you sure? I cant believe some people.’

Youre nodding, shocked, trying to calm yourself down. This new guy offers you some water, you take a sip to wash away the taste, spitting it out. Then you take a few big gulps. You finish the bottle, and finally look at the man who saved you.

You cant see him very well, maybe its just a trick of the light. Or maybe youre too stressed.

A taxi pulls up at the end of the road, you glance at it, then look back at me. You still cant see my face, and your head feels very fuzzy all of a sudden.

Trying to stand up, you stumble, and I catch you, we slowly walk to the taxi and get it.

The last words you hear before you pass out:

‘You're coming home with me tonight little girl, and we are going to have a lot of fun’

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What’s the best morning routine to remind myself I am a toy for men ?

Wake up.

Message your man in you have one

Work out - need to keep yout body in good shape, making yourself attractive.

Shower - nice and clean.

Eat - light meal.

Make up - not too heavy, just enough to accentuate your natural beauty

Dress - nothing too slutty, unless instructed. But still revealing enough for men to look at.

Continue with your day.

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Women huh?

Want to be treated like equals.... And yet, this happens time and time again.

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Show me baby