At first I thought that edging was just a silly game, but now I can see the effects that it has on me.
Thanks to Tumblr I started edging on my knees, on the floor with my tongue out, all naked, drooling and humiliating myself.
This is making me more and more depraved, and I’m starting to like kinks that I used to find disgusting.
It actually makes me feel dumber, my head feels all fuzzy and there is always a part of me that is thinking about edging. I’m constantly leaking and getting wet, so wet that I can feel my wetness ruining my panties.
I think Im getting dirtier and sluttier every day, and its so fucking hot
Being a toy means you're useful. Toys are meant to be played with, enjoyed, treasured, used. You are cared for and then put away until the next time you are needed. A toy is someone's favorite thing. They can't wait to play with their toy. Doesn't being a toy sound so much better than being a person?
i’m so high and just thinking about someone talking down to me in the most gentle and kind way is making my cunt flutter. not even a degrading “talking down,” more loving, like an “I know you can’t think so hard right now so let me make my words nice and easy for you” dumbing down.
I think getting small little random tasks from mutuals is like.. my favorite thing.
like.. "hey! heres your new wallpaper!" or "edge to this!" or "when you read this softly rub for 30 seconds" "pinch your nipples" etc etc
it really drives home that im just a docile, submissive mess that will do what im told at all times <3
That's why you need a collar. Without it, you feel uncomfortable. It is the symbol of your status. When it hugs your neck, it is a constant reminder that you are cum dump.
This makes you wet, because knowing what you are is sexy. And who you are? An owned slut who dreams of sperm being poured into you.
A collar and a leash make you free. Comforted. It lets your thoughts float away. It helps you focus on what's important: serving your Owner.
as you edge and stare into the spiral, thoughts rush into your head.
"why am i doing this?"
"how long have i been edging?"
"why does it feel so good to be stupid??"
a voice demands "TONGUE OUT". you immediately obey while you continue to edge, drool starting to cover your tits. suddenly, your thoughts are replaced.
"i love getting dumb, i will never cum"
"serving men is fun, i will never cum"
"my brain is going numb, i will never cum"
the spiral loops you. you can't stop the new mantra from conditioning you. you feel the words imprinting onto your brain. you know you can never go back, but you don't care. it feels so good.