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[l3ttle3ne]

[l3ttle3ne]

suck the thumb of the hand that beats u or whatever they say

[l3ttle3ne]

Gagging and teasing her. Edging her over and over until she’s a dripping mess, pretending to not understand her.

„I‘m sorry but I can’t understand you with that gag in your mouth. What’s that baby? You want another edge? Good girl, that’s what I thought.“

[l3ttle3ne]

Day 9 - Service Top

Only letting a sub fuck me during the week that I’m ovulating to ensure his cum doesn’t go to waste. 

And of course, that means he’s not allowed to cum by any other method either. Sure, he can jerk off, maybe hump my thighs or a pillow, I might even be inclined to give him the occasional blow job. But those are solely to edge him so he can spend that one-week pumping load after load of cum into my pussy until I’m satisfied. 

He whines a lot during those three weeks. Tries to rally against me and bargain for one free day. He promises it won’t diminish his ability to fuck me like a good boy. He swears it. Of course, I tell him no. 

One time, he threatens to cum anyway. He backtracks quickly when I tell him that he’ll lose his privilege of fucking me raw this month along with any other touch by my hand. He makes it up to me by eating my pussy for hours straight. 

I tell him when he finally succeeds at getting me pregnant, then he can go back to cumming whenever he wants. Until then, isn't he so lucky to be able to fuck into Mommy without a condom for a whole week? Pumping me full, fucking me into the mattress over and over, until his cum drips down my thighs.

But what I don’t tell him is those little pills I take once a day aren’t health supplements. 

They’re birth control. 

Loretta and Salt's Kinktober Masterlist

[l3ttle3ne]

"but it's so embarrassing!" "good. you deserve to be embarrassed" 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[l3ttle3ne]

Every girl should start edging.

Trust me it feels so good to just rub and rub and rub your needy little cunts.

At first, you'll start with just one edge and then another and then another until you are a drippy mess, and you just can't stop.

[l3ttle3ne]

Edge sluts were never meant to cum

It feels better because its better for you

Good girls edge

You need to be a good girl

You cant cum

Orgasms are meaningless to you

You dont deserve to cum

Edging is bliss

You edge because you were meant to edge

You were never meant to cum

Kneel and edge and beg for forgiveness for ever thinking you had the right to cum, silly slut

[l3ttle3ne]

“Sit on it princess”

After being edged for days I finally thought I was going to get some release - boy oh boy was I wrong

Like a good slut, I did as told and sat my dripping wet pussy on his big, thick cock - moaning as i took every single inch

“Now sit there and hold this on your clit”

I went all wide eyed as the realisation hit - I’m edging myself for him while being a cocksleeve…

Feeling his cock twitch in me and just the pure presence of his cock in my hole was making me more and more desperate.

I started bouncing on his cock to try and get myself off but he grabbed me by the hips and slammed me back down, holding me there

“No movement”

“But Sir I need your cock, please please please let me ride it”

“No - good girls do as they are told and good girls edge for daddy, don’t they?”

“Yes daddy, sorry daddy”

“Turn it up”

I did as told and turned the setting of the clit sucker up - god it felt so good but I was getting so so needy.

The feeling of his dick in me wasn’t helping, it was only making me go more feral.

“Please let me cum daddy”

“Why would I do that princess?”

“Because I need your dick to fuck me, please please pleaseeeee” - I moaned through whimpers

“Nah, turn it up again”

Thinking that I would get to cum if I did as told, I turned it up further.

As time went on and my whimpers became more frequent I needed his dick and I needed it now.

I started grinding and bouncing again, his hands coming towards my hips, I stared fighting against them, going faster and harder in my pathetic little attempt at getting myself off. He got his hands on me and slammed me back down, again holding me in place.

“You’re lucky I’m not making you get the wand out for this. But turn that up as far as it will fucking go and for the love of god - do. not. move.”

I became nothing but a dripping, whimpering mess. It started to feel so so so good, I was so close. But he knew that and he took away my toy, leaving me to be a pathetic, needy little whore on his dick.

[l3ttle3ne]

Locked away. You never bought into all that hypnosis stuff. You thought it was just stage magicians and weirdos with pocket watches. Then you met him, and yeah, okay, maybe you were wrong. It started innocent enough, just little tricks to melt the day’s stress away after work. His voice was smooth, and it would sink into your head, and suddenly your shoulders weren’t so tight, your brain wasn’t buzzing with deadlines. But you’re not dumb — well, not yet — and you noticed how it started creeping into the bedroom. First, it was just sexy little suggestions, like how wet you’d get when he whispered your name. Then it got deeper, wilder, and before you know it, you were hooked.

His latest game? The "thought locker." That’s what he calls it, anyway. Says it’s to keep you from getting weighed down by life's obligations. You know, bills, errands, all that noise. He guides you down, tells you to picture the smart parts of you, the bits that overthink and worry, all getting shoved into a shiny little box in the back of your head. Click goes the lock, and poof, they’re gone. You’re left feeling all floaty and giggly, like your brain’s just a big, bouncy bubble of horny. The catch? That box doesn’t open until Master cums. His rules, his game. And lately, he’s been playing dirty.

It’s been days. Maybe three? You’re losing track because counting is getting fuzzy, and Master hasn’t cum yet. He’s edging you both, but it’s hitting you harder. Every time he holds back, that locker stays shut, and your head gets emptier. Your thoughts aren’t about work anymore. They’re about his cock, his hands, the way his breath feels against your neck. You’re turning into this needy, wiggly little mess. You’re starting to talk in this high pitched, bubbly squeak, all “pretty please, Master” and “I’ll be so good!” It’s humiliating, but that just makes you wetter. Even so, some responsible parts of you are still floating around in that empty head, frantic to make him cum so you can snap back to normal. After all, you don’t want to be this drooly mess forever, right?

Yesterday, you tried the subtle route (well, subtle for you at least). Slipped into this tiny pink thong and a crop top that barely counts as clothes, bouncing around the apartment like some slutty schoolgirl. You “accidentally” dropped stuff in front of him, bending over slow, ass up, giggling like an idiot. He just smirked, adjusted himself, and kept scrolling on his phone. Didn’t even touch you. Asshole. So today, you’re desperate. You’re on your knees by the couch, nuzzling his thigh, pawing at his jeans like a kitten in heat. “Master, pleeeease,” you whine, lips pouty, eyes big and glassy. “I need it so bad, I’ll do anything!” Your voice is all sugar now, dripping with slutty little trills. You’re not even sure what “it” is anymore — his cock, his cum, your brain, whatever — just something.

He looks down at you, “anything, huh?” he says, unzipping just enough to tease you. You’re drooling already, practically humping the air, your hands fumbling to get closer. You’re not thinking straight, honestly, you’re barely thinking at all. The locker’s got everything sharp and sensible locked tight, and what’s left is this horny, ditzy puddle of a girl who’d do anything for a taste. You start licking at him through his jeans, sloppy and eager, moaning like it’s the best thing you’ve ever had. “Mmm, so yummy, Master!” you chirp, and you mean it. Your brain is too fizzed out to care how pathetic you sound.

But he’s still holding back. He grabs your hair, pulls you off just as you’re getting into it, and laughs. “Not yet, princess. I like you like this.” And oh god, that stings so good. You’re leaking through your panties now, thighs sticky, and you can feel yourself slipping further. Words are getting harder. Big ones like ‘con-se-quence-es’ or ‘dig-ni-ty’ aren't worth the effort. Too many syllables. All that’s left is “cock” and “please” and “now.” You’re grinding against his leg, babbling nonsense, “Master’s so mean, so hot, need need need” and he’s just watching, letting you come undone.

You climb onto his lap, straddling him, your skirt flipped up so he can see how soaked you are. “Look, Master, I’m all drippy for you!” you plead, wiggling your hips, trying to grind down on him. Your hands are everywhere. On his chest, his hair, clawing at his belt like a dumb little pet. You know you'll burst if he doesn’t give in soon. But he grabs your wrists, pins them behind you, and leans in close. “You’re not getting it yet,” he whispers, and you whimper, because you can feel him hard against you, but he’s still not letting go. It's been days of this, and you’re a wreck.

A few more days go by, and you catch yourself in the mirror — flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, drool on your chin, and you love it. Maybe it's better to just be a giggling, cock drunk doll, humping his leg forever. To keep pushing, keep teasing, keep begging, but never having. Maybe that’s all your bubbly little brain knows how to do now. “Master, pleaseeee, cum for me, I’ll be good, I’ll - I’ll -” You don’t even finish the sentence. Too dumb, too desperate, too gone.

[l3ttle3ne]

Restraining her to the bed at bedtime with a vibrator in her panties set to edge her every 90 minutes. Hope my Princess sleeps well.

[l3ttle3ne]

“You want to cum? Well, you cant cum without edging first. When will you get to cum? Dont worry about that, silly. I’ll tell you when you can cum.”

[l3ttle3ne]

Edge sluts were never meant to cum

It feels better because its better for you

Good girls edge

You need to be a good girl

You cant cum

Orgasms are meaningless to you

You dont deserve to cum

Edging is bliss

You edge because you were meant to edge

You were never meant to cum

Kneel and edge and beg for forgiveness for ever thinking you had the right to cum, silly slut

[l3ttle3ne]

Hey darling, let's play a little game, Okay. You know Simon says right. It's just like that, but instead of doing something when I say "Simon says" you do it when I say "for me" But no peaking ahead, read the commands one by one!

Also I recommend only reading this if you're sure you'll be alone for the next couple minutes.

I'm sure you'll like the game. Let's start!

blink twice for me

clap your hands.

you didn't fall for that, did you?

be a good girl for me!

put on a smile for me

stick out your tongue

take a deep breath for me

think of something smart and complex

okay that was a silly one, who'd do that?

not you, you wouldn't do that for me

think of an adorable little plushy for me

crawl its head for me

pull down your pants

hope you didn't do that, silly!

give the plushy a hug for me

give it a kiss for me

giggle for me

honey, you sound kinda dumb <3

prove that your smart!

count up from 0 to 10

now count down from 10 to 0 for me

relax for me

breathe for me

sleep for me

wake up!

sink for me

wake up!

drop for me

wake up!

tap your forehead with a finger for me

wake up!

sleep for me

open your mouth for me

sleep for me

play with your tits for me

STOP!

sleep for me

did that one get you??

stick out your tongue for me

slide your hand down on your belly for me

grope your tits!

grope your hips!

grope your ass!

grope your thighs!

finger yourself!

a good girl wouldn't do that... without permission.

be a good girl for me

cup your boobs for me

jiggle them for me

stop touching yourself, slut

giggle for me

move your hand on your belly for me

drag your fingernails down to your pelvis and up to your rips, for me

take your tongue back in

sigh for me

pull down your pants for me

spank your ass for me

have some self respect

moan for me

slide your hand around your leg for me

rest it on your inner thigh for me

whimper for me

touch yourself

say what comes next, for me

aww, so eager, aren't we?

put your palm on your clit, for me

now move it

grind your hips against it, for me

be quiet

slowly move your hand for me

speed up

speed up!

SPEED UP!

pause, for me

suck on your fingers for me

get them nice and wet for me

bop your head for me

good girl!

touch your clit

circle your nips for me

breathe slower for me

play with your clit for me

get wet

you already were? naughty girl!

feel good for me

moan for me

get weak for me

get on the edge

pause for me

spread your legs for me

good girls ask for permission

be a good girl for me

say 'please, pretty please' just for me

beg for me

hump the air for me

be pathetic for me

good girl! that's my adorable princess!

touch your clit for me

speed up for me

get to the edge for me

get weak for me

moan for me

take yourself over the edge

hold on for me

cum for your own pleasure

be patient for me

cum to get rid of the aching

wait for permission, for me

cum to end the frustration

take a deep breath for me

cum

slow down for me

just cum

good girls wait for permission

be a good girl for me

stop for me

breathe for me

you don't get permission, princess

keep breathing for me

relax for me

smile for me

feel it tingle for me

wake up for me

breathe for me

feel satisfied, for me, not for yourself

hug a pillow, plushy or anything else for me

I'm proud of you, princess <3

Wow, that post is longer than I expected! I hope you enjoyed it, and sorry about all the teasing.

touch your clit for-

moan for me

let go for-

make yourself cum for-

cum princess, cum for-

cum, cum, cum, cum for-

There, did that help? Oh, wait, I forgot a little word, didn't I? Oopsies :3 You didn't fall for that cheap trick, did you? Sure hope you like getting denied princess (:

Anyway, did you like the post, did you fall for any of the tricks, did you cum, were you a good girl, are you gonna kill me because I denied you, are you a silly little princess, have you fallen in love with me yet?

tell me all about it, just for me of course

[l3ttle3ne]

No, sweetie. You don’t need to cum…you just want to cum.

But you‘ll learn the difference soon enough. Keep edging for me.

[l3ttle3ne]

I want my orgasms to be entirely in your control. I have to ask permission before I cum, and if I cum without permission I want the most brutal punishment. I want you to make me edge constantly so that I'm always wet for you. Deny my orgasm for days at a time, make me crazy and desperate with horniness. When you do make me cum I want you to make me regret ever asking. Strap a vibrator to my clit while I'm tied to a fuck machine. Turn the vibrator on high. Leave me for hours being fucked and forced to cum over and over again. By the time you untie me I'll be barely coherent, covered in sweat and tears, and my pussy will be so sensitive from overstimulation. Remind me why I shouldn't beg for orgasms if I can't handle them.

[l3ttle3ne]

when i point out how our age gap is bigger than my actual age and he gets hard instead of feeling guilty … silly me !! 🥺

[l3ttle3ne]

pretty girls with long hair ought to be bent over and fucked silly while getting their hair pulled