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[jokenife10]

Part of the job, hun. Why do you think we hired you?

[jokenife10]

Helping With Dinner

I didn’t know what to do with myself.

“Um.. can I help?” I asked for the third time, awkwardly leaning against the counter whilst he prepared dinner. He turned to hold my gaze.

“I want you to just relax.”

I opened my mouth to protest. Thought better of it. Promptly closed it and nodded, trying a smile instead.

His eyes moved down my body and back up, slowly. Eyes of scheming that made my pulse hitch.

“Perhaps we should try an alternative way to relax you.”

“Urm..?”

He raised a finger to his lips. I immediately pressed mine together tightly. The stove heat turned down, he walked towards me.

“Turn around. Bend over. Palms flat on the counter.”

Goosebumps ribboned across my skin at his tone - soft, yet no less domineering and authoritative for it. I quickly complied, struggling to keep my breathing steady as my cheek rested on the cool surface.

“So you want to help, do you?”

My sharp inhale and a rushed “ohh, yes, Sir.”

“Very well. It would help a lot to have a sexy view whilst I finish dinner. Would you like to give me that, little slut?”

I squirmed and bit my lip. It still felt foreign to think of myself as sexy. To think he found me sexy. My hesitation brought his palm down with a crack onto my ass. I gasped and fought to stay still as he kneaded his fingers into my sensitive skin.

“I asked you a question.”

“Ahh yes Sir, sorry Sir, I want to I want to.”

“Hmm, I’m not convinced.”

His palm came down again, with greater force, and I howled.

“Noo no please Sir, I want to help, I want to help, however you want, pleaseee.”

“Mm better. I’m going to fetch something for you. I want your tshirt off and your arms behind you by the time I’m back.”

“Yes Sir, yes Sir.”

I moved upright to see him give dinner a quick stir and then leave the kitchen. Tshirt off, bending over again, my arms in position, I waited. My face turned away from the door, I heard him return but couldn’t see what he had. The anticipation showed in my fidgeting fingers. They flexed with pleasure as he grazed up my inner thighs, stroking my cunt into blazing quivers.

Then his touch was gone and, instead, a tightness around my wrists. I gasped as my arms were pulled together, tighter, tighter. Whimpering, my back was forced into an arch and, with a satisfied noise, he knotted me in place.

“Stand up, my little slut.”

I straightened and he pulled me against him, his hands reaching around to cup, knead, pull at my breasts.

“Just a couple more alterations.” He crooned against my ear.

He yanked my bra down until it exposed my breasts and pushed them up. My nipples were already hard, my curved back forcing them out into the ruthless grip of his fingers. A delicious mix of pain and pleasure surged under my skin and I groaned in surrender.

Then his fingers released me. My leggings and underwear tugged down to my ankles. And I was pulled backwards to my seat at the dinner table, sat in it and swivelled around to face the dinner preparations.

He stepped back to admire his creation and I watched wide eyed, wrecking my lip, trembling with arousal, as he dragged his gaze across me.

“One more accessory for you.”

Picking his tie up from the counter, he took a step forwards.

“Open your mouth.”

I parted my bitten lips and felt the silky material press on my tongue as he knotted it tightly.

He stepped back once again and a delicious smile ran across his face.

“Such a sight, little slut. Now, spread your legs.”

I gave a muffled whimper and parted my thighs as wide as I could, glistening trails of desperation staining my skin.

“Oh yes. You should help with dinner more often.”

He gave a low chuckle, as I shifted under his gaze, fresh arousal parting the lips of my cunt and exposing my swollen clit.

“So desperate already, little slut. Mhm you don’t need your words right now, I can see perfectly well.”

My humiliated mew and my cheeks burned, yet my cunt clenched and pooled with desire.

He chuckled again, his eyes drinking in my helpless responses.

“You just relax. I’m going to enjoy finishing dinner whilst watching my little fucktoy get so wet and needy. Then, I’ll just have to do something with those desperate holes I own.”

[jokenife10]

Bitch Biology

A female’s basic nature comes out as soon as her pussy gets wet. It’s immediate and instinctive. She feels the need to swivel her hips and grind against something.

Girls denying their nature might just rub their clit and cum to get rid of the feeling. But it will always come back. Once a bitch starts exploring that feeling, and delaying her orgasm, she’ll realize that the good feeling only grows as she debases herself more.

This is why bitch training is necessary for cunts. Edge for hours, until your brain is mush and you’re mindlessly rocking your hips back and forth like you’re signaling for a mate.

Soon you’ll get wet and desperate when a man even notices you. You shouldn’t fight your instinct to push your hips out and whimper that you need to be bred.

This is in your DNA. This is what it means to be female. Accept it, grind and hump and degrade yourself for cock.

[jokenife10]

This whole Tumblr got started because @mynewworstthoughts made a post that made me take seriously the idea of edging as a way to make myself a better slut.

I'm so grateful. It has only been 6 days since I asked Master to take away permission for orgasms until he gets back from a long trip. And it has made me so much better. I'm using edging and a lot of carefully selected porn to train myself and make myself a good girl. It really is working. You can't tell how much. You don't know what a bitch I was or how I always acted like such a big mouthed know it all. How when I write, I find that the fancy words I would have used before get hung up so I have to find a more simple way to say whatever.

I'm getting simpler. Easier. Sluttier.

Edging is training me to be a better slut.

Edging to porn makes me want to be porn, too.

I want to please cock. I need to be easy so I can make cock hard. Edging makes me a better cocksleeve.

I don't cum. Master cums. If I am a good slut, he might cum in me. That feels so good. It feels so good when he cums. It feels so good to get filled up with cum.

6 days of denial with edging has gotten me so far. Thank you for helping me do this. Thank you for making me a better, more obedient fucktoy. Thank you for fucking my mind like this.

[jokenife10]

not to be a misogynist but i've found that one of, if not the best, things to do for your husband is to edge yourself constantly. You'll always be ready for him to fuck you, you'll begin to truly learn what worshipping cock means, you'll do whatever he desires just so he might let you cum. Every time you get the chance, you edge yourself. When you first wake up, when you're in the bathroom, when you're in your car alone... it's just such a good way to show you love him as your husband 💜💍

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"Every hit, every slap is for every point in your exam. Don't try to be smart"

I like the idea of making you stupid.🖤✨

, and making you feel that intelligence is not for women. You can only be happy if you are stupid and obedient.

That's why I will go and punish you every time you say something clever, pass exams, or even talk back. You should learn that women are not made for that.

And at some point you will make mistakes... Your performance will drop, you will fail exams and your statements will become stupider, simpler and devoid of intelligence. And every time you will be rewarded. You will get praised, you will be touched and cuddled, you will even get presents. And when you get fucked and used, my hand on your neck, you will learn your real role... Being a fucktoy for your boyfriend owner. You will be happy, your head will be filled with porn and your grin will be extremely big. Instead of physics, all you'll be able to think about is cocks... And you'll look back at your old life with disgust.

Your collar will forever remind you of your new position. 🖤✨

Be dumb...

Be obedient...

Be a fucktoy...

Be happy!

[jokenife10]

What's you're favorite book and how's it gonna feel to hump your cunt with it?

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[jokenife10]

You spend every evening like this now. Edging yourself, masturbating to the posts, gifs and videos I send you. Each one carefully chosen to push your boundaries just a little further, to make your thoughts a little hornier, to make your soul a little dirtier. You can feel your desires changing by the day. You're becoming a different person. Gradually turning into the thing I want you to be.

You can notice the changes happening from week to week, month to month. Notice how the things that used to shock you now arouse you. Notice how the things that arouse you never fully leave your mind. Notice how much more easily and willingly you slip into this state of lust, how much longer you can stay there, how much harder it is to come back. Notice how part of you never really does. But knowing it's happening doesn't stop it. Quite the opposite, in fact. Being aware what a horny, depraved slut you're turning into only makes you that much hornier. Thinking about your corrupt, dirty thoughts only reinforces them. Trying to fight it feels so hopeless, knowing just far you've already fallen. And realizing how much you've changed only makes you weaker and wetter for Me. It is far, far too late to resist. Now there is only time to accept and to surrender

[jokenife10]

what's your edgeslut level?

✨ Level 1: drippy baby - you edge for awhile each time you want to cum~ you watch your usual porn. it feels so good! maybe it's getting a little longer each time? there's just no way you could go overnight! unless...

✨ Level 2: perverted prince/ss - you like how needy you're starting to get 💕 your taste in porn is getting a little more degrading...anytime you think about it during the day, your clit/dick starts throbbing. just one more day, and then you'll cum. probably...

✨ Level 3: depraved darling - you're starting to crave...permission 💗 you're edging to edging porn now, scrolling through denial tumblr. you've found yourself trying to look dumb and sexy when you edge, spreading your legs more, maybe sticking your tongue out. you've even submitted a few anon asks or texted your partner begging permission to cum. sometimes you cum anyway, other times you wait. it feels good to get permission, but it's scary: sometimes it feels better to be told no...

✨ Level 4: gooning goner - you don't know if you want permission anymore 💋 it's been weeks now. are you even still keeping count? you're edging to porn of other people cumming. your holes/dick are constantly leaking, and it's getting too easy to start with "just one edge" and wake up to find hours have gone by. when you cum or ruin without permission, you start begging to be punished. mantras are constantly running through your head, even when you're not edging: good toys don't cum. wetter is better.

✨ Level 5: needy numbskull - you've lost the ability to cum without permission~ you're edging to recordings of people being degraded and punished. you feel so vulnerable and impressionable all the time; it makes you scared even as it makes you feel aroused. it's hard to think even when you're not edging. the mantras in your head are starting to change: my orgasms don't belong to me. i'm more useful when i'm denied.

✨ Level 6: addicted doll - you stop thinking about cumming at all; you stop thinking about whether you should worry about how dumb you're starting to get. you strip naked and kneel every time you edge, tongue out and drooling, feeling only vague embarrassment. you edge to porn of yourself being punished for ruining without permission, or being forced to ruin. there are still certain things you won't do, even for the chance to cum, but you debase yourself almost voluntarily for your betters now🧡

✨ Level 7: useful idiot - you sneak away to edge at work/school 💖 you don't even need porn to edge now. you don't even need to think about it, or to be told to do it - you just do. you only beg to cum in order to humiliate yourself further for your betters, to give them pleasure in saying "no." you don't want it anymore, hell, you don't want to do anything but please them. you'll hump the air for their amusement, you'll lick their cum off the floor, you'll let them punish your cunt/dick for even thinking it deserves to cum. the mantra's changed again, your final form: pathetic sluts don't deserve to cum. pets like me are made to be needy. if the thought of cumming even crosses your mind, you run to your betters and beg to be punished until it goes away. who needs a chastity belt? you've broken yourself all on your own 💋💕💗💖💓💘

[jokenife10]

Your Slow Descent - Embracing your Sexuality

You started your blog on a whim, didn't you? Maybe you had a "Normal" blog and you got a little too horny when you found the darker side of Tumblr. Perhaps you were liking filthy posts and some of the Tumblr perverts started messaging you, so you created another account.. You couldn't have you REAL friends seeing what a horny little slut you are, could you?

But this is just you being a modern woman - embracing your sexuality! There's nothing wrong with that, is there?

I mean SURE, you've been rubbing your pussy a little more recently - Not once missing your little play time before bed - but that's a perfectly healthy way to end the day, right?

And of course, there were those times in the afternoon you realised you had the house to yourself, but it would have been a waste of an opportunity if you DIDN'T touch, wouldn't it?

No, you're definitely rubbing your cunt a normal amount.

Well.. It's not JUST your cunt, of course - After seeing all the cute princess plugs on here you just had to get one for yourself.. and it went in so easily, didn't it? You were surprised at how comfortable it felt. When you bought it you had no intention of wearing it around the house, but the idea of teasing yourself, of "embracing your sexuality" before rubbing your wet little cunt felt so naughty..

Well, MAYBE you've been rubbing your pussy a little longer than normal, but you've been keeping up with Tumblr, and it's much better than the shit you see on other social media sites, this uplifts you.. Plus you've finally got the hang of edging now, so it's bound to take a little more time.

That time you rubbed your pussy for 2 hours straight when you had a free evening - that was just a one-off. You're not going to do that often, it was a treat, just dropping down and enjoying your body. Some women don't even know HOW to cum, you're just embracing your sexuality.

You did enjoy that floaty feeling though didn't you? When your brain started to feel all fuzzy, like you were stoned, and all you could feel was that glorious aching in your pussy? Remember that? The way your clit started twitching until it got harder and harder? You didn't even know your clit could get that hard, did you? The way your whole pussy started throbbing..

And now here you are, HOURS into your latest gooning session, rubbing your thoughts away, babbling and fixating on your own pleasure, on your needy holes and how you can play them like an expert. It's the middle of the night now, you're definitely going to be tired tomorrow anyway.. another 30 minutes can't hurt, can it? You're just embracing your sexuality.

[jokenife10]

Every girl should be addicted to porn, it keeps us nice and dumb!

[jokenife10]

Remember girls, tug your nipples or rub your cunt any time you have a dumb or forgetful moment. It makes your brain identify less thought with pleasure.

[jokenife10]

Reblog this if your self respect completely dissipates when your pussy gets wet, suddenly you have no dignity and will do anything to cum.