theedgedcunt

[theedgedcunt]

it's cute to think i used to believe that i needed orgasms when clearly they're not just useless but even counterproductive. my arousal and horniness is important. the wetness of my pussy is important. the constant reminder of my inferiority is important. my eagerness to please you and receive pain from you is important. my humiliation and degradation is important. my orgasms would stand in the way of all that - so it's best if i never cum. constant edging and denial ensures that i am ready for your cock and amusement at all times.

[theedgedcunt]

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.

you're going to be stupid forever.

[theedgedcunt]

You don’t need to cum.

You don’t want to cum.

You need to edge.

You want to edge.

Keep touching, get closer

But don’t go over that edge.

It feels so good to edge.

Feel the hot need rise up when you deny your orgasm.

Pleasant tingles of frustration.

It feels better than cumming.

Listening to your dom feels better than cumming.

Edging feels better than cumming.

Edging is better than cumming.

Feel all tingly, feel how sensitive you get.

Feel how worked up you get.

But never, ever cum.

Feel the heat rising ever higher.

Feel your brain fuzz out and your thoughts float away.

Feel everything in your mind slip down into the heat between your legs.

So sensitive.

So needy.

Needy for edging.

You need to edge.

You don’t want to cum.

You will edge.

[theedgedcunt]

“Do you want to cum?” He asked the girl writhing on the floor as another edge washed over her.

All she managed in response was a sound that can only be described as half moan, half whimper.

“How long have you been edging?”

“I don’t know.” She huffed. Her eyes floated and rolled as her fingers continued to rub her swollen red clit.

Amused, he asked, “Well, when did you start?”

“2:00”

He flicked his wrist to check the time. “You’ve been edging for three hours? Straight?” Another gasp as yet another edge rocked her body. “Yeah you do want to cum. Don’t you?”

“Yes Master, please!” The hope of an orgasm brought her from the fog of edging and desperation flooded her eyes. “Please Master! Please can I cum?”

“Yeah, you want to cum.” He crooned. Of course you want cummies. Look at what a mess you are. Three hours of edging! You’ve soaked the bed beneath you. But cunts don’t cum. Do they?”

“No Master.” She pouted. Cunts don’t cum.” Her fingers fell from her dripping cunt.

“Don’t stop” he warned and gave her that look, the one that always earned immediate obedience. When her sticky fingers again returned to pleasure, he continued. “Cunts don’t cum.”

“Yes Master. Cunts don’t cum.” She repeated the mantra.

“Cunts don’t cum.” He said, his voice deep and soothing, hypnotic even.

“Cunts don’t cum.” She repeated, not yet falling into the trance, still too desperate for an orgasm.

“And what are you?”

“I’m a cunt. I’m your cunt, Master.” She whined as she let another orgasm literally slip through her fingers, dancing on the edge.

“Yes. That’s right. You’re a cunt. My cunt. Cunts don’t cum.”

“Cunts don’t cum.” She confirmed. “Cunts don’t cum. Cunts never cum. Edge only.”

“Say it again.” His voice soothing and deep.

She started to fall into his words. Soothing and deep. Deep like the fog. Falling deep into the fog. “Cunts don’t cum. Edge only.”

“Not yet. I want you desperate a little longer. Cunts don’t cum.” He pulled her back from the fog of trance, just a little. Lucid but foggy. Desperate but dropping. “My cunt, why don’t cunts cum?” He asked.

Puzzled, and wanting to fall into the bliss of trance, she didn’t know how to answer. Her fingers continued rubbing her aching clit, sliding gently into her slippery hole, spreading her arousal across her smooth lips and thighs. “Because Master said so.”

“Good cunt. Obedient cunt. But why? Why don’t cunts cum?”

He pinched and twisted her pierced nipple, and bent to flick his tongue across the other. Another edge. His lips vibrated against her nipple as he growled his pleasure while she shook in frustration as the edge consumed her. As she edged, his pleasured moans competing against hers caught her attention.

He stood straight but continued to pinch and twist her nipples. She saw his cock growing hard in his pants, pressed against his zipper, and she knew. “Cunt edges for Master. Cunt edges in devotion to Master.”

“Yesss!” He sighed and freed his cock, taking it in hand and stroking it before her. “Every edge is an offering to me, your Master. Edge for me, my cunt.”

“Cunts don’t cum.” She said again in desperation. Her fingers barely even grazing her sensitive, desperate clit to another edge.

“Cunts don’t cum.” He repeated, his voice soothing and hypnotic again. Taking her down into the fog. “Cunts don’t cum. Edge for Master.” He continued to stroke his cock, pumping his hand rhythmically to his words.

“Cunts don’t cum. Edge for Master. Edge forever.” She embraced the fog. Embraced each edge. Welcomed the waves of escaping pleasure as a sacrifice to her Owner, her Master, the love of her life. The fog of trance swirling with his words, as she fell deeper into her own arousal. Each edge taking her deeper.

He stroked himself to the orgasm she wouldn’t have. His own sticky cum spilled from his cock, landing on her sticky fingers at her cunt as they brought on yet another edge. She continued to repeat his words. “Cunts don’t cum. Edge for Master. Edge forever.”

Sated, he slowly brought her out of the fog. Lifting her gently from trance. Counting up to clear the smoke, breathing deeply to think clearly. As the mists of trance disappeared, the ache in her denied cunt intensified. With her mind clouded only by the intense need to orgasm, the trance fully behind her, his fingers joined hers, dancing across her clit, plunging deep inside her, mixing his cum with her sticky arousal. He asked again, “Do you want to cum, my cunt?”

“No Master. Cunts don’t cum. Edge only.”

[theedgedcunt]

[theedgedcunt]

really really really in the mood to be degraded by a girl and be made to please her and amuse her and be her little pet and worship her and fuck and suck who she tells me to just for a sliver of her attention to give her all of my orgasms to just be her denied little loser

[theedgedcunt]

being edged and then being forced to thank them for not letting you cum >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[theedgedcunt]

Are a girl's orgasms important?or does edging helps,is it good to edge for days and days without cumming?

Why should they be? They serve no biological purpose and you’re easier to control and fuck up when you’re needy <3

The only purpose your orgasms have is as a tool for conditioning and as entertainment for superior Men 💖✨

[theedgedcunt]

Cumming with permission is SOOOO much better than cumming on your own

[theedgedcunt]

Why would you ever stop touching for me? Doesn't it feel so good to just sit in bed and let all your thoughts leak out of you. Just a dumb little slut who edges all day. My needy and desperate toy waiting to be used? Stop what you're doing and touch for me.

[theedgedcunt]

the truly wonderful thing about being denied is losing all sense of self-respect. you no longer think about what is considered “modest” or “appropriate”. when you haven’t been permitted to edge or orgasm for days, weeks, months, filthy thoughts of intense arousal are the only things that fill your otherwise empty head. you can’t stop yourself from dripping from your pathetically eager cunt, even when you haven’t touched recently. you drip in public, a subtle reminder (or not so subtle depending on how much and how often you drip) that you are a sex driven toy, a slave to someone else’s whims. you’d do anything for an opportunity to rub your engorged clit. you’d humiliate yourself for a chance to have a finger, possibly two inside your sloppy pussy for just a second. you’d do unspeakable things in public, around people going about their everyday lives. you’d insert any object your master or owner desires into your own holes just to amuse him. you’d wear demeaning, revealing outfits, clothes that, before, you couldn’t imagine wearing at all, in order to please him. after all, HE is the one who controls your body now. and even if, after all this, he still decides not to let you touch, you do nothing but quietly continue to endure your suffering. you wait for the next opportunity to entertain him and maybe then, maybe, he’ll think about giving you some slack.

[theedgedcunt]

Good girls rot their brains with the most disgusting porn they can find. They rub and edge for hours until they can’t think straight, until all those vile and fucked up fantasies are so ingrained in their dumb little brains it’s all they can think about. Until the first thing that comes to their mind when they slip their hands in their panties to rub is being a brainless, braindead ditzy little doll.

Good girl fry their brains to the point of non return. And they love it.

[theedgedcunt]

You're cute, I wanna train you to never cum without my permission

[theedgedcunt]

[theedgedcunt]

[theedgedcunt]

You're a good girl.

Brainwashing is good for you.

Edge and scroll.

Edge and scroll.

Melt a bit more each time.

Fucking your mind up feels good.

Brainwashing is good for you.