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edge slut part 3

Edge Slut Pt3

Content: NSFW, (F x BF), Exhibitionism, Dubcon, Humiliating, Edging, BDSM, Overstimulation

When her boyfriend was away at work or out with friends, her insatiable urge to edge felt the strongest. At times, simply rubbing her cunt or grinding against the various pieces of furniture across the house didn't satisfy her. So, without his knowledge, she bought herself a fucking machine with a huge dildo attachment.

The day came where she had time alone to test it out. She eagerly set everything up, grabbing the remote to the device so that she could stop it whenever she got close to cumming. Her pussy was steadily stretched around the massive cock. Gritting her teeth at the stretch, she accidentally crushed the flimsy remote in her white knuckled grip, causing the pistons to rapidly thrust out of control.

She tried to crawl away from its ruthless pounding, but her cunt clenched too tightly around the dildo. Soon she lost the energy to fight it. Unable to move, she ended up cumming on the silicon dick over and over again, each orgasm adding to the puddle beneath her and eroding more of her sanity.

Despite her boyfriend's diligent training of her, her perfect edging record was once again broken. When he returned home he was appalled to see her fucked out on the floor, penetrated by the monster cock on the machine.

Wanting to punish her, he showed no mercy, overstimulating her already sensitive cunt relentlessly for hours, tied spread out on the bed with a vibrator strapped snuggly against her clit, and the fucking machine pounding the oversized dildo into her cunt. By the time he released her she was a drooly, brainless, sweaty mess, unable to move more than pathetic twitches. But he wasn't done with her.

For the next month he forced her to wear a remote controlled vibrator deep in her pussy to restart her edging streak. Because he didn't trust her to not touch herself and spoil her edge she was fitted with a chastity belt. Whenever he wanted to fuck her or be entertained by her masturbating for him he slathered numbing cream all over her pussy. Her tears of frustration at the lack of stimulation fueled the fire in him. She'd beg for him to abuse her, slapping her ass or tits just so she could feel something.

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It was at times like these that he loved to remind her how far she had fallen from her previous innocence. How she'd do anything for a chance to get laid. How she once hated edging and impact play but now she craved it. How she hadn't gotten mad at him when she discovered he was secretly recording their sex, instead cumming harder than she ever had from it. It led him to do it again and again, even when he first took her anal virginity. She'd always cum soom after she noticed wherever the camera was hiding, turned on by her humiliation caught on tape.

Or how she had always craved his attention, so much so that she naively did anything he asked and believed anything he told her. Like how he convinced her that wearing skimpier, see-through clothing without underwear was completely normal.

Once, when she was still resistant to her new wardrobe, she had made the mistake of trusting him to use a reasonable dosage of Marijuana in the edibles he made for them. She ended up stoned out of her mind on the couch, falling asleep then waking up still high and weak. He had dressed her in tight revealing clothes, which she tried to protest, but her body was too inebriated to put up a good fight. He ended up parading her through the streets, grinning at every catcall she received from strangers.

If she vetoed his fashion choices for her he'd degrade her, insulting her intelligence, claiming she was too stupid to make decisions for herself. She began believing him, even when he'd force her to wear skin-tight latex suits that she could barely move in and dug uncomfortably between her pussy lips. The praise and reassurance she got from his friends as they hungrily looked at her slutty outfits made her forget her boyfriend's cruel words.

Once she was fully indoctrinated into her slutty lifestyle he enjoyed taking her out on the town. He'd sit on park benches and place her on his lap, her back to his chest. Tugging her clothes out of the way, he'd coax men strolling in thr park to come grope and finger her. She squirmed and moaned, blushing as she noticed disgusted passerby glaring at her lewd display. Her boyfriend always fed into her need to please, praising her for being so hospitable to the men.

Her obedience was noticed by all who saw the couple. Amazed at how a sexy girl like her was so clearly submissive for her boyfriend, a young virgin boy that took the same bus as them once asked him how he trained her so well. He explained his method of mixing praises and degradation, gaslighting and reassurance, then offered to show the boy his technique in real time. Right there in the bus he bent he over the seat and rammed his cock into her. He called her a useless whore as he bullied her cervix, all while the virgin boy watched, stroking his cock. Both men sprayed their loads, her boyfriend's in her pussy and the boy's on her face.

On the subway one day they got onto a semi crowded train. She was wearing the tiny corset and mini skirt he had picked out for her, clinging to him as the car sped forth. She noticed a girl in a similar outfit staring at her from a nearby seat.

Excited to finally see another 'normally' dressed girl, she decided to flaunt her body to one-up her. The girl's eyes widened as the edge slut untied her top, allowing her already bugling breasts to spill out, and flipped up her skirt, flashing her bare pussy. Of course it didn't go unnoticed, both by some of the commuters and her boyfriend.

Immediately he grabbed her by the throat from behind, growling in her ear his disappoint in her actions. To punish her for being so attention hungry he decided to humilate her in front of the audience.

The skimpily dressed girl sitting watched in horror as the slut is speared on his cock, his fingers still choking her neck. She's even more mortified when her cunt gets wet as she hears him call her a braindead slut.

Against her better judgment, she stands and approaches the couple, timidly asking if she could join in as well. The boyfriend happily accepts and ends up defiling both girls on the train with degraging names, brusies, and cum for all to see.

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It was challenging but she made it through the month in the chastity belt without cumming. To celebrate her release from chastity he threw a party. Even though it was meant for her, she ended up being responsible for 'welcoming' guests at the door.

Blindfolded, bound, deafened, gagged, and nude, she was sat at the front door. A sign beside her told arriving partygoers to squeeze her tits hard enough to make her squeal, acting as the event's doorbell. Then they'd chose their choice of dildo from an adjacent table to thrust into her cunt as much as they pleased before entering.

[enderasante]

[enderasante]

Remember, the sub creates the playground, we just get to play in it. How we play and appreciate determines how extensive the playground becomes. Always take what you are given, expecting no more. That will get you gifts you never thought you could have and will capture a Littles heart like nothing else

[enderasante]

Cockwarming but it's just me taking a nap with my head on your tummy and your dick in my mouth

This is cute.

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Excuse me while I fantasise about burying my shaft between some cute thighs while I let my tongue explore someone else's pretty holes. ✨

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Watching you melt with my hand around your throat whispering “that’s my good girl” as I force every inch of me inside you

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Do you think you can out smoke me? How cute, come, sit on my lap as you light it for me, let me praise you every time you take a bigger hit, let me put the joint in your mouth and force you to get too high, let me punish you each time you cough making you strip, or when i feel like it, you won't notice, you are too high and can only think about how much you crave my dick.

Let me stretch your holes in ways that sober you couldn't dream of, let me make you do disgusting things while you're so stoned you thank me for it and begg for more, let me make you experience so much pleasure that sober sex wouldn't be enough anymore.

Let me corrupt you, for both our pleasure.

[enderasante]

If you decide to ever think that you're not being punished immediately that youre gonna be alright, think again.

When we're alone, youll be tied up on my lap while I play with your little holes.

Youve been a bad fucking whore all day but I couldn't punish you. You thought you were sly and that I was letting you get away with it too.

But your teased turned into pathetic little whimpers when we finally were alone and I threw you to the floor.

Now youre on my lap, tied up with toys on your sensitive parts. My phone is in front of you with a spin the wheel app on it with a bunch of different punishments.

"Let's see what you get for your 5th punishment. This one was for shaking your little ass at me in the store"

The wheel spins and spins before slowing down. You know what it's gonna land on as you squirm harder.

All toys on max settings for 5 minutes

As you feel the toys flip, you start doing everything you can to hold it together as you arch your back, shake violently but I hold you down in place.

"Shhhh. Stop fighting"

As the 5 minutes end, youre left shaking and panting like a dog. Your hair gets pulled back as youre forced to watch the wheel spin again. This time for saying

"What are you gonna do about it?~"

Blindfold and gag

You struggle and try to fight back but a quick slap puts you in your place. Now blindfolded, gagged and tied up all in my laps, every touch feels super sensitive.

You hear the wheel spin but can't read it anymore. You feel the toy in your little hole suddenly start moving in and out of you sending you into a panic yet you get held down from every movement you make.

So, be a good whore. Or don't. I don't care either way ❤️

[enderasante]

how naive of you to think that the fun ends when you grow tired and your legs begin to ache. You said you wanted me to breed you. That means you’ll have to learn to take my load, even if that means i have to grab your limp body and finish the job myself

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Just bend me over a table and play with my pussy. Finger it, fuck it, slap it, overstim it, fill it with cum and then leave me looking like a whimpering slutty mess <3

Is that too much to ask for?

[enderasante]

I get wet just from kissing and making out btw

[enderasante]

Learning not to gag is hard but I think guys prefer when I gag on it so its kiek a useless skill to train just struggle on it

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wanna be strapped down to a sybian, unable to lift myself even an inch to give my poor, overstimulated clit a reprieve

want someone to turn the sybian higher every time i come, until it's at full power and he leaves it there as long as he wants, no matter how much i scream and cry and beg him to stop

[enderasante]

Premise: Speech Control

Just a little list of ideas that I came up with on the topic of speech control. Some of these are about in person speaking, some are about texting, some are applicable to both. Some of these I’d like to try, some of these I have tried, some of these I would probably not want to do, some I’m indifferent to.

Word Restrictions

No swearing.

No puns.

Only being allowed to use words once per day. 

Only being allowed to use words from a list of pre-approved words chosen by my partner.

Not being allowed to use words from a list of off limits words chosen by my partner, but otherwise able to speak freely.

Not being allowed to use words containing a certain letter of the alphabet, but otherwise able to speak freely.

Only being allowed to use short and simple words, limited by number of letters or number of syllables, or simply at my partner’s discretion. (Imagine typing out an entire text and being met with “hmm, I think that word might be too big for you,” and having to agree and reword what you’ve said.)

Having to refer to myself in the third person.

Having to refer to my partner by a title, honorific, or nickname they have chosen.

Having to use a lowercase “i” to refer to myself. 

Having to use capitalized pronouns to refer to my partner. 

Limited Speech

Only being allowed to say a certain number of words (or less) per day.

Only being allowed to say a certain number of words (or less) per text message. No double messaging, of course.

Having to keep track of how many words my partner uses, and always using less throughout the day.

Having to start each sentence with “Please” and/or end it with “Thank you,” even if it doesn’t technically make sense. 

Having to rhyme. Or else fulfil the requirements of some kind of specific poetry such as a haiku. 

Having to ask permission to ask for things. “Please may I ask to use the bathroom?” 

Only being allowed to say “Please” and “Thank you.”

Not being allowed to ask for anything.

Only allowed to speak to my partner in public. 

Not being allowed to speak on specific topics, particularly when they’re super relevant. For example, we go to the zoo and I’m not allowed to talk about animals. 

Only being allowed to say the opposite of what I mean/want. 

Restricted Speech

Having to ask permission to speak at all, either through a non-verbal signal, or else the only thing I’m allowed to say without permission is “Please may I speak?”

Only allowed to speak when spoken to.

Having to be in a specific position - the more submissive or uncomfortable, the better - to speak. Additionally, having to wait in that position until I am acknowledged and allowed to speak. 

Having to go a set length of time without speaking each day. The timer starts over each time I speak. (Imagine it’s an hour and at 55 minutes you get asked a question you can’t ignore. Each attempt like that would mean you talk less throughout the day.)

When possible, set entire days, or even a weekend as “quiet time.”

Surprise quiet time. That is, a spoken or text command, “It’s quiet time,” and I am expected to be silent until I am released. (A potential training opportunity: this could happen many times throughout the day, each session lasting only a few minutes before the next.)

Starting every day without the ability to speak until I have completed my morning routine. Finishing each day by not being allowed to speak once my nighttime routine is done. 

Having a set day of the week during which I am expected to remain silent. 

Having a cost to speak. A mild-moderate punishment for each time I wish to speak, such as having to put nipple clamps on first or having to write lines for each time I spoke afterwards.

Having to trade my ability to speak for rewards, such as not being allowed to orgasm unless I agree to a two days of no speaking.

Trading chunks of silent time for edges. Each edge is half an hour of silence. Maybe I know before I start edging, maybe I don’t. 

Having to be silent until I have completed a task, such as linewriting, or an edging session, or even something mundane like having to stay silent on a long drive, even while playing a board game. 

Having recurring tasks during which I am not allowed to speak, such as never being allowed to speak during meals or while watching movies. 

Only being allowed to speak while wearing my collar. 

Not being allowed to speak while wearing my collar. 

Only being allowed to speak while naked. 

No words, only sounds. Easy enough when you’re gagged, but having to make the deliberate effort to only make sounds is nice. 

Wearing a bark collar. Each time I speak, I get shocked, until I learn not to speak while wearing it. It then becomes a very effective gag. 

Forced to Speak

Being asked a series of questions and having to provide at least X words to answer, on topic. (It wouldn’t even have to be a high number. Imagine having to use 50 words to answer a yes or no question. Even 20 might be a challenge. But being asked to say/text 300 words on why I shouldn’t have an orgasm? Just a thought.)

Agreeing to X number of questions (number could be in trade for edges, or in trade for lessening a punishment) and having to answer them fully, even if it’s embarrassing. (Obviously within limits. Questions I refuse to answer don’t count towards the number.)

Having a mantra to repeat every time my partner says a certain word, whether that word is part of the mantra or not. (Having someone trigger a mantra like this is great fun, especially mid-conversation, or while I’m trying to ask for something, or while I’m trying to explain something.)

Having to repeat after my partner, perhaps modifying pronouns. (“You will obey” being modified to “I will obey.”)

Being tasked with writing up a fantasy, and then being made to read it aloud.

Being Physically Gagged

Being expected to be gagged or otherwise prevented from speaking at all times. (Ballgag might be too harsh for “at all times,” but tape is effective, too.)

Being gagged at random. Not just during scenes, but during mundane activities, such as watching a movie together or doing housework. (I like the idea of being interrupted while in the middle of something, maybe even in the middle of a conversation, and my partner simply holds out a gag. Or sitting at my desk working when my partner comes up behind me and slips my gag between my lips. Being told to kneel and open my mouth, excited to get to suck cock, and instead gagged. Comes with a bonus of being trained to readily take my gag.) 

Being told I can only speak while being gagged, despite knowing it will be unintelligible.

Planning a voice call with my partner, but right before we begin I am instructed to put a gag on so that at no point during the call can I actually speak.

Games

Playing the quiet game, either with my partner or with another submissive. I am rewarded if I win, and punished if I lose. 

Playing a kinky version of Taboo/Password: My partner picks a word and a length of time. I do not get to know the word, but do get to know we’re playing and for how long. My partner counts every time I use the word, and when time is up, I get punished for each use. Tons of games to be played on both sides, with my partner trying to get me to say the word, and me trying to figure out what it is. Perhaps if the time period is long enough, I get a clue to the word each day. I would probably end up speaking as little as possible to avoid it. 

[enderasante]

i wanna put a vibrator in my panties n give my daddy control over it n then talk to him except my mind is slowly going blank because he's turning me into a mess n i can't think properly n eventually i'm just squirming n babbling a bit until he turns it up a bit more n i can't hold back anymore ><

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Wearing latex under classic clothes is the highest point of bliss. Носить латекс под классической одеждой это высшая точка блаженства.