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A background hypno subliminal file for all my aspiring edge sluts.

Good Girls Rub Good Girls Edge Good Girls Don't Cum

Inspired by the Better Bimbo Brainwashing project.

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What im wearing tonight 🥰❤️

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A set will be posted on OF too

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Okay so hear me out here: lockable nipple clamps used to tame a lactating brat.

You misbehave one time too many and your dom clamps these on to your nipples and locks them, saying she'll only remove them when you behave. Naturally you refuse to do anything of the sort, even as your tits get fuller and heavier and ever more tender.

You assume she'll back down that evening, but nope. You have to ditch your bra by dinner time, and every time your aching nips rub against the inside of your t-shirt you visibly wince. She smugly tells you they can come off the moment you say you're sorry and that you'll be a good obedient girl, but your pride won't allow it. She'll give in eventually. She has to.

By bedtime you're hugely engorged, and as you settle into bed next to your dom she smirks, watching you try in vain to find a remotely comfortable sleeping position. The bedsheets feel excruciating against your straining tits, and you finally settle in to a fitful night's sleep on your back with the covers around your waist, swollen rack bared to the world.

Your morning shower is almost impossible. Every time the stream of water hits your tits you gasp in pain, and unfortunately by this point they're a pretty big target. The contortions you need to go to to keep your breasts out of danger while you ever so gently try to wash them are ridiculous, and you're almost about to give in before your stubbornness sets in again.

By midday, increasingly desperate for relief, you resort to trying to pick the locks with a hairpin. Of course your dom finds you in the middle of this mutiny: she informs you that she'd been about to take pity on you but given this latest act of disobedience clearly you haven't learnt your lesson. She confiscates your hairpins, ignoring your wail of despair.

Evening rolls around again: your poor tits are several times their normal size, nipples straining, skin taut as a drum. You're so unbelievably tender that you can't even handle the breeze from the air conditioner blowing on them. You wobble painfully to your dom and beg her forgiveness. She asks if you're sorry. You are. She asks if you promise to be a very good girl and do what you're told. You do. She fishes out the key...

...and then hesitates. "Maybe I should get you to show me you mean it". A wicked look comes to her eye, and you whimper as the prospect of blessed relief disappears.

She gets out the strap, demanding you strip. Obviously you're halfway there already, though you struggle to get your panties off without bumping your bloated melons. She chuckles at your obvious distress.

She makes you suck her strap to begin with, and you're barely able to manage it, engorged rack swaying beneath you, tender nipples dangerously close to the bedsheets. Of course that's not the end of it.

She lays back and motions for you to straddle her. You clamber on awkwardly. Her first thrust into you sets your massive chest bouncing, and you squeal as your poor, abused tits crash against your chest.

"A little quieter, dear" she admonishes you. You choke back your sounds of pain as you ride her, massive mammaries sustaining more and more abuse.

You hurt too much to come, but eventually she sighs happily and lets you clamber off. "Good girl", she says, gently patting one of your tits, "let's get those off you". She takes you by the hand to the shower, unlocks your clamps and finally you're able to milk yourself.

The relief feels so, so good. Embarrassingly good. The feeling of your milk finally leaving your bloated tits, combined with your hands massaging your aching nipples, brings you the climax you hadn't found before. Repeatedly, in fact. By the time you've finally emptied your jugs you're exhausted and soaked in a variety of fluids.

"Good girl!" your dom congratulates you, viewing the milk splattered walls of the shower with evident pride. She gently carries you into the bedroom and tucks you into bed, and you fall asleep in her arms.

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Something I've always found to be insanely hot is the idea of being programmed to not be able to edge let alone cum unless your 'tist commands you to and for no one and nothing else. Like just rubbing and humping and getting wetter and wetter and never even getting to the edge just getting infinitely hornier no matter what you try and your pussy aching and feeling so fucking empty and even as you fuck yourself with your favorite dildo it does nothing to dull the aching emptiness and you beg and beg your 'tist to fuck you, to fill that aching void between your legs or else you think you may truly go insane. They smile that evil little smirk that gets you somehow unbearably hotter and they mount you and start fucking you and your whole body feels like it's on fire as they fill you and stretch your needy pussy in all the right ways, but they still haven't given you permission so even as they rut into you you just crave more and more, deeper and harder and you whine and beg unable to even create a coherent sentence just chanting their name like a prayer and whispers of "please", and they taunt you "please what", as they pull out of you and wait for you to answer. The sudden emptiness almost hurts and you feel so desperately incomplete without them inside you, almost crying as you beg "please master keep fucking me, please let me cum" and they get that evil smirk again as they dive back into you savagely, deliciously filling you so full you think you might burst and they lean in and whisper into your ear "edge for me, edge for your master" and the ecstasy you feel as you finally hit that edge, as your master continues to pound into your sopping pussy, is a thousand times better than any orgasm you've ever had. You scream their name and they call you a good girl taking them so deep into your slutty cunt pounding into you over and over and they whisper again "edge for me" and you're still riding the high from the last as this one rips through your body even more intensely. Your pleasure climbing even higher, and they grunt as they pick up the pace fucking into you even deeper and finally, blissfully, they command you "cum for me" as they fuck you through your orgasm, every stroke drawing it out and bringing you higher until you lose track of how long you've been cumming but you don't care because nothing has ever felt so perfect in your entire life. You could swear being your master's obedient little fuckdoll is your life's entire purpose, and as you come down from your high, basking in your post orgasmic glow, too tired to move, your master chuckles and says "tired already? I'm just getting started little one" and they snap their fingers and your pussy instantly feels achingly empty again and you're too exhausted to think, all you can do is whimper "please..." And your master runs their finger along your sopping slit and chuckles "such a needy little cunt" as they dive into you again.

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i wish aphrodisiacs worked as advertised instead of placebo

i want something that would make me so horny that I basically get sent into heat.

like i dont care what it is some kind of sex pollen or like weird fruit or like some kinda drink or some kinda weird tattoo that makes it happen .

I want it.

The only way to get any relief is to be fucked over and over again

or maybe it only wears off the more cum i have inside me

He/Him-read my dni before interacting 🐇

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finding a spell to grow my dick bigger, only to have completely underestimated just how intense and powerful it is.

the heat between my legs is instant, and i double over with a howl as i feel myself cum. and cum again. and again. until i can’t separate each orgasm from the next, and i’m howling from the sensation, struggling to pull my pants off as i’m wracked with white-hot pleasure.

seeing my boxers soaked, and the bulge within them getting bigger and bigger, my dick pulsing and growing with every second. even through the unbearable pleasure i can’t look away, and i see my boxers strain as my dick goes from a hard one inch nub nestled between my legs and gets longer, thicker, harder, until it’s three, four, five, eight inches of hard, desperate cock, straining at my boxers and leaking.

i finally pull my boxers off and my cock springs from them, fully formed and all mine.

it should be over now, but my dick is still rock hard, quivering and upright. i’m mesmerised by it, how heavy it feels between my legs, how intense it feels, how pretty it looks framed by my bush. i reach a shaking hand out to touch it and whine at how sensitive it is—how sensitive i am—but i feel compelled to wrap my fist around my cock and start to pump it up and down.

fuck. fuck. it feels so good. i’ve never felt anything like this before. and this… this is just my hand! how will it feel to fuck someone else? feel someone’s cunt or ass around my cock, actually fuck them, actually cum in them… the thought is so arousing that i feel myself start drooling, and any other thoughts start… leaking away, and all i can do is stare at the straining cock in my hand, and pump up and down and up and down and—

and it’s all too much, i’m cumming again, harder than i ever have before, which i hadn’t even thought was possible. i feel my whole body jolt and as spurts of thick, white cum explode out of my new dick and splatter my stomach, i feel all my thoughts leave with them. i moan mindlessly, my dick still as hard and sensitive as it ever was, my tongue lolling out of my mouth as i writhe on the floor, a dumb, desperate slut, owned by my cock.

when someone finds me—drooling and rutting into my pillows—they’re more than happy to put me to work as a full-time fucktoy for themselves and their friends

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obsessed with the idea of a chastity belt that endlessly teases and edges 😵‍💫 like it’s high tech enough that it can monitor all the vitals and indicators from your body that it needs to know stuff like how aroused you are, how hard you are, how wet you are, how close to orgasm you are etc, and knows exactly how you like to be touched, so that it just keeps edging and edging edging without ever letting you over the edge (and if it accidentally does, it’s programmed to give you the most infuriatingly frustrating ruin of your life before going right back to teasing you!) thinking about having to wear it under clothes and maybe even go out and pretend i haven’t been seconds away from cumming for a long, long time, thinking about desperately trying to stimulate myself a little bit more or to break myself out of the belt to no avail, thinking about crying and drooling and begging and pleading and all i get is edged some more but an uncaring belt made for keeping me denied 🥵