narcissistichedonist

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it’s not manipulation if you're begging for it, my darling doll

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she told me she wanted to be treated like a princess

therefore i locked her up in a tower, gagged and ruined where i abused her over and over

fairy tale enough ?

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beware darling doll, i'm a sadist

i delight myself more within your screams of pain than your moans of pleasure

your tears are sweeter than any praise

when you sob, when you shatter that's when you're the post beautiful

i don't want your comfort

i crave to break you

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Your permission to gorge on all you’ve offered entices the parts of me I always struggle to deny. So Ive read near all you’ve written about the brazen carnality that ensnares your senses, the favorites and muses and the pretty little things that catch your eye. (I’d like to know the privilege one day, if ever I become so lucky.)

Every word is indeed ruinous, raking gashes of longing along my mind and flesh. Yet there’s nothing else to do but thank you for it.

Aching and grateful,

-S

what a diligent little doll you are, it's endearing really

as for the privilege of becoming my favourite, it is no longer possible for merely one stands out from the nameless crowd

therefore, don't worry your pretty head about it and partake in the feast

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No matter how hard I try, I keep coming back to this blog, I keep telling myself I'll stop, and I keep touching myself to each post, Weeks can pass and I believe I've finally stopped, only to find myself locked in my room, hand in my panties, Imagining myself in these scenarios, it's filthy, it's shameful, and it keeps reeling me back in.

-♠️

utterly pathetic but honestly who could blame you ?

so worry not, keep delving and sinking lower into depravity till your perception of yourself becomes naught more than a grotesque distortion of your past, wrecked by pleasure

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seeing the “pleasure” title for the ask box gives me shivers when i see it…

anyway, need your hands, your touch, to feel everything you give me. i need to know exactly what gets you excited, what drives you up the wall and makes you lose your mind. i want to serve you in every way you need me, to tease you in the perfect moments i know will end with me whimpering under you.

want to beg and whine and cry for you. to hear you laugh while you play with my body, getting the reactions you wanted from me in the first place.

i check your blog so often, waiting so patiently to see a new post or if youve responded to an ask yet. im obsessed.

obsession is a good look on you, my darling doll

nevertheless do be careful about what you wish for, teasing me will not end in the way you expect. perhaps you believe i'll playfully toy with you or take out my pent-up frustration on you

you're wrong. i'll break your mind until you swear upon everything you hold dear to never do so again

and even then, i shall be merciless

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aww, are you ugly crying while i violently thrust inside of you ?

how pathetic, it turns me on so much more my darling doll

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edging her until she’s crying doesn’t make me mean

it makes her dramatic

it’s just a little denial, my darling doll

you’ll live

merely without orgasms

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sadistically hurting her until she cums her brain out

isn't she such an adorable little pain slut ?

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selfishly abusing your sensitive clit for my pleasure because you're my darling doll

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I couldn’t help but scroll all the way to the end of your blog. On November 17th, you posted a poll asking whether you should share your audio posts. Then, on November 25th, you shared your first voice recording. You seemed so eager to reply to anons back then, too.

I noticed you post much less often now than you used to. Why?

i applaud your curiosity, is someone stalking my posts ? how amusing

well, darling doll, it's quite simple. things lose their allure, much like a flower's beauty withers away

that is it, i am merely no longer as entertained as i once may have been

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gently dumbing her down one orgasm after another, helping her cum her brains out

"there you go, darling doll. just let it happen. let yourself melt for me."

again. and again. and again

each orgasm pulling you deeper, making you softer, making you sweeter. thoughts slipping away, replaced with nothing but pleasure, nothing but me

let me use you, let me ruin you until words don’t make sense and all you can do is whimper and beg for more

i'll fuck those thoughts out of your pretty little head one by one

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I hunger so I eat, I thirst so I drink, and as my body craves… I suppose I wander back here.

It’s been a week or so mulling over your writings in the dark, recent days shyly liking posts that catch my breath and press my thighs together, and less time than I’d like to go by before caving to myself and sending another one of these your way. I mentioned before that I was a glutton, but can you blame an untouched, wanton little thing for wanting a bit of it all when presented with a feast?

Admiring from afar,

-S

you say glutton as though it’s a confession but isn’t that the natural response to excess ? to something laid out so deliberately for you to crave ?

of course you come back of course you hunger what else could you do, when every word i leave behind is a vicious hook planted in the softest part of you ?

you were always meant to crawl back here, thighs pressed, breath caught, aching quietly through the screen it’s not weakness it’s merely instinct

so go on : feast until it hurts take every word like it was written to ruin you

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Your words and your voice when you speak them are fascinating; rippling and dancing as moonlight does on the surface of water.

If I swim in the pools of your thought (mesmeric, intoxicating) letting your voice run over my skin like liquid, will I be embraced? Or will I drown? 🌙

you shall drown, of course, that was always the point

no one swims in me and stays afloat you wade in, breath held, thinking you’re strong enough : but my words pull, my voice coils and suddenly you’re sinking sweetly beneath the surface

and even as your lungs burn and your mind goes quiet, you’ll thank me

because to be devoured by something ethereal isn’t tragedy it’s privilege

so go on. step in. let it fill your ears, your throat, your lungs

let me ruin you like the sea ruins the shore again and again, without mercy, without end

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commanding her not to cum, only for myself to forcefully make her cum then punishing her for disobeying by overstimulating her until she passes out

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overstimulation is good for you, really

it builds endurance. sharpens focus. teaches obedience under pressure you want to be better, don’t you ? more trained. more useful this is how you get there

pushing through the aftershocks shaking and soaked and oversensitive but spreading your legs wider because i told you to. because you’re not done just because you came

you’ll cry you’ll beg you’ll say you can’t and i’ll say you can and you will

you needn't take a break. you need to stop whining you need to take it you need to be good

and if your thighs twitch and your brain goes fuzzy and your voice breaks every time you try to speak that just means it’s working

overstimulation is character-building you should thank me, really i’m helping you grow, one orgasm at a time

pinky promise

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reading a bedtime story to my darling doll but it's just me reading out her favourite smut scenarios while re-enacting them with her