this my tumblr.

on the request of 🌺 anon, i've put together a trancey little edging/brainwashing session for you all <3 all language is gender- and body part-neutral.

cw: reading on may put you in trance. trance may not end until you have a ruined orgasm. effects may very well linger.

depending on your mind, you could be here awhile. reader beware :)

you wanna be a good little edgepet? you wanna rub your brains away and give your orgasms away to your betters?

yeah, i know you do, sweetheart. touch yourself real good while you read this, okay? i promise it'll make you the best little edgepet in the world.

you get a point every time you start over. you want points? of course you do, you're such a good pet, aren't you? but you lose a point every time you reach the end...hmm...is that a dilemma? don't think about it!

three rules:

when you hit the edge, scroll back to the top.

cumming is not permitted. you must ruin if you tip over.

linger on each word. visualize it in your mind before you move onto the next. you'll be tranced in no time.

Judith Butler says that J.K.Rowling and the transphobic TERFs do not speak for feminism at large.

If you haven’t heard about Judith Butler before, here is a short summary: She is one of the most important gender theorists in modern times.  

When right wing extremists despair about postmodern gender theory, she is probably one of the thinkers they are referring to (not that they have ever read her). 

She has shown how social structures, language,  the stories we tell and the roles we play strengthens the oppression and marginalization of women. In other words: For her gender is definitely a cultural and social phenomenon, and because of that she is on a collision course with the so-called “gender critical feminists” (TERFs) who want to reduce gender to biological sex.

I strongly recommend that you read the recent New Statement interview with Butler, where she addresses the thinking and the tactics of TERFs in very clear terms. The interview is behind a paywall, but you should be able to access a couple of articles for free.

Still – in case you are locked out – here are some important excerpts.

She refuses to think of transphobic TERFs as mainstream feminists.

I want to first question whether trans-exclusionary feminists are really the same as mainstream feminists. If you are right to identify the one with the other, then a feminist position opposing transphobia is a marginal position. I think this may be wrong. My wager is that most feminists support trans rights and oppose all forms of transphobia. 

So I find it worrisome that suddenly the trans-exclusionary radical feminist position is understood as commonly accepted or even mainstream. 

I think it is actually a fringe movement that is seeking to speak in the name of the mainstream, and that our responsibility is to refuse to let that happen. 

She dismisses J.K. Rowling’s idea that allowing people to identify as they want will be a threat to women in women’s bathrooms.

The feminist who holds such a view presumes that the penis does define the person, and that anyone with a penis would identify as a woman for the purposes of entering such changing rooms and posing a threat to the women inside. It assumes that the penis is the threat, or that any person who has a penis who identifies as a woman is engaging in a base, deceitful, and harmful form of disguise. 

This is a rich fantasy, and one that comes from powerful fears, but it does not describe a social reality. Trans women are often discriminated against in men’s bathrooms, and their modes of self-identification are ways of describing a lived reality, one that cannot be captured or regulated by the fantasies brought to bear upon them. 

She dismisses the idea that the term “trans-exclusionary radical feminist” (TERF)  is a slur.

I wonder what name self-declared feminists who wish to exclude trans women from women’s spaces would be called? If they do favour exclusion, why not call them exclusionary? If they understand themselves as belonging to that strain of radical feminism that opposes gender reassignment, why not call them radical feminists? 

My only regret is that there was a movement of radical sexual freedom that once travelled under the name of radical feminism, but it has sadly morphed into a campaign to pathologise trans and gender non-conforming peoples. 

My sense is that we have to renew the feminist commitment to gender equality and gender freedom in order to affirm the complexity of gendered lives as they are currently being lived.

She does not accept the idea that the term gender can be defined once and for all, for example in reference to biology.

We depend on gender as a historical category, and that means we do not yet know all the ways it may come to signify, and we are open to new understandings of its social meanings. 

It would be a disaster for feminism to return either to a strictly biological understanding of gender or to reduce social conduct to a body part or to impose fearful fantasies, their own anxieties, on trans women… Their abiding and very real sense of gender ought to be recognised socially and publicly as a relatively simple matter of according another human dignity. 

She also says:

It is painful to see that Trump’s position that gender should be defined by biological sex, and that the evangelical and right-wing Catholic effort to purge “gender” from education and public policy accords with the trans-exclusionary radical feminists’ return to biological essentialism. 

It is a sad day when some feminists promote the anti-gender ideology position of the most reactionary forces in our society.

So there you have it: One of our leading feminist philosophers are comparing TERFs to the transphobic extremists of the right. And she is right to do so.

It is important to stress this: TERFs are not representative of feminism. They represent a toxic fringe movement that at this point in time does more to help right wing misogynists than women. 

Judith Butler on the culture wars, JK Rowling and living in “anti-intellectual times”

Pink News has also covered this interview.

Butler criticized TERFs back in 2014, as well, as reflected in this interview.

Judith Butler: the backlash against “gender ideology” must stop

Look at how Butler is dissecting the TERF position. She isn’t arguing on their terms - half the goal of exclusionists is to draw you into an argument over their false premise, in order to get you to legitimize their position. No, Butler is doing exactly the right thing, and pointing out their whole foundation is flawed. Her deconstruction of TERF ideology is most cutting because it’s effectively, concisely, and clearly explaining that the premise of their beliefs is wrong at every level - that what they propose is not for debate because it is fundamentally false.

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these motherfuckers don’t deserve any pussy. fuck their dumb asses. ladies, when a guy asks you out and suggests a place to go, ALWAYS suggest another place to see if his ass is some lame pua wannabe. fellas, stop being a bunch of insecure pussies. this ISN’T how you prove yourselves to be alphas. smfh. real men know when to flex and when to chill, this was a fucking “chill” moment and he blew trying to be “alpha.” dumbass.

“do not tolerate disagreement” wtf?!?! some of you motherfuckers want a fucking dog NOT a woman. 

A few examples:

Constantly move her around, each time she follows you build compliance

Ask for little things, which again builds compliance

Get lots of little yeses in a row to make it harder for her to say no

Location - make it easier for her to come back to yours than get home (eg drive her somewhere)

Talk her into selling herself, once she is in the mindset of demonstrating her value she will retrospectively believe she must have done it because you are high value

Deep dive - basically show interest in her as a person, but in a laid back way so she thinks you’re both interested but not amazed

As soon as she fails to comply, ruin the moment completely and “snap out of it” then try again to escalate to sex (so she will comply so as not to ruin things again)

Use female friends to look popular and well-adjusted so she doesn’t see you as a threat, then basically act as a threat now she has talked herself out of being scared of you

Don’t have conversations by text or phone, just use it to get her to meet you alone

I don’t really know how to describe this feeling other than stressful, so I decided to draw it

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Table of Contents

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puppy play - orgasm denial - brainwashing - cuckquean

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-What is it, Molly? Uh? Uh? What is it?

~whimpers~

-Uh? What is it, girl? Uh?

~whimpers~

-Aw… you want the gag off? Uh? Is that it, girl? Is it? Aw… poor girl.

~nods and whines~

-Alright, here let me take it off. Better?

-Th… th… thank you Master… thank you… 

-Silly girl. Look at you. Aw… you love my shoe yes, girl? Good giiiiirl. Make it nice and shiny, like a good good puppy girl. 

~wiggles her butt excitedly~

-Yes, you are a good girl. Yes you are. Yes you aaare.

-Master? Master? Mastermastermastermaster? Pliz? Master Pliiiiz?

-Yes, Molly? Do you need to go tinkle?

-No Master… no n… no nononono.. Master.. Pliz pliz Master pliz?

-Ok, ok. Calm down girl. What is it?

-Pliz Master, fuckies. Pliz. Need fuckies. Need. So long. Need fuckies. Pliz…

-Aww… silly girl. Want me to walk you to the dog park and see if we can find you a boyfriend?

-No Master…. Pliz… no nonononono… no park… doggies no… need fuckies. Master cock. Pliiiiiiiiiiz… need Master Cock pliiiiiz?

-Silly girl. Silly silly girl. You are a doggie. You can’t have fuckies with Master. That’s not natural. Master does not have fuckies with doggies. Silly girl.

-buh buh … but… Master pliz… i.. i… i… i amnot i am not… i am not a real…

-Hush, silly girl. This is what happens when the gag is off for too long. you just get confused and think you are people. Silly girl. Let’s put the gag back on…

-No… Master… nononono Master pliiiizz… i need… 

-There we go. Isn’t that better silly bitch? 

~whimpers desperately~

-Aw… I know. I know. Silly doggie gets confused sometimes. I know. It’s ok. I’ll help you. Let’s practice. ~snap my finger~ Sit!

~goes blank and sits~

-Good girl! Such a good good giiiiirl! 

~drools~

-Yes, I know. Such a needy helpless girl. Now… Down! Belly rub. 

~lays down on the floor~

-Good girl! Good good girl. Here, you enjoy rubs? Uh? Uh? Feels good when Master pets you? Here, spread your legs a little. Good girl. Let me unlock your belt. Aw… look at you. All wet and needy. Here let me make it better. There, there. Enjoy the circles on your special button?

~whimpers~

-Good girl. Master can make you feel so so good. It’s the best, is it? Yes. Yes it is. It is the best. So so good. Good girl. Circle after circle. Rubbing you like a good pet. 

~whimpers~

-I know. Sometimes doggies get confused. You see, Master does things with people and you think you want those things too. But you don’t really. You are just happy for Master and want to help, but you get so so confused sometimes. You are just a puppy girl. Just a silly excited puppy girl. You can sniff and lick and whimper, but fuckies are for Master’s girlfriends. 

~whimpers~

-Yes, fuckies are not for you. You don’t really want fuckies. Do you?

~shakes head uncertain~

-Good girl. Of course you don’t. You are a silly doggie. You don’t have fuckies. You just lick and sniff. Good girl. Here let me lock the belt again.

~whimpers desperately~

-No, silly girl. You can’t have more. Too much rubs and you get confused. That’s no good. 

~whimpers and shakes her head~

-No? What’s wrong. Oh… I see. You think if I keep rubbing you’ll have cummies like a real girl. No, silly girl. Doggies don’t have cummies. No. That’s not how it works. I am sorry. Your body can’t have cummies. You are just a silly puppy girl. All confused and needy. But that’s ok. Here. Nice and locked safely. Isn’t that better, girl? Uh? Uh?

~whimpers~

-Nod “yes” like a good girl.

~nods~

-Good girl. Good giiiiiirl! I am so proud of you. 

~nods faster and more eagerly~

-Yes, I know. Pleasing Master is so important. So so important. You need to please Master so so much. 

~whimpers and nods~

-Yes. You are a good girl. Very good. ~snap my fingers~

~relaxes and goes blank~

-Good doggie. Amanda is coming over in a while and Master will have lot’s of fuckies tonight. Do you want to watch?

~nods slowly vacantly~

-Aw… of course. And you can help Master. Do you want to help Master tonight?

~nods~

-Good girl. I got a job just for you. After Master is done doing fuckies with Amanda you can come in and lick all the mess clean. I am sure Amanda will be grateful. Yes, you love licking Master’s mess, yes? Good girl.

~nods and whimpers~

On a particularly desperate day not too long ago I was inspired to imagine the experience that one might build for me in a facility not unlike that one.

I would find my upper body completely restrained. In a straitjacket or just merely restrained tightly to the bed. However my breasts would be completely exposed and open. Upper body restrained to the bed with strong restraints that would not even allow me to squirm at all or hump the air. My legs however would be spread wide, restrained in gynecological devices. Of course facing the door pussy first so that my dripping exposed pussy would be the first thing that anyone who entered the room would see. So that even those casually walking past the door could glance at my progress on the way by. Patients in the facility were not allowed any measure of privacy or modesty whatsoever. In fact, patients at the facility were constantly monitored, in person by attendants who witnessed their treatment at all times. In order to maximize the humiliating effects of these witnesses attendants were rotated quite frequently to ensure that the patients were never able to form attachments to their attendants. 

The attendant’s role is not only to observe, but also to communicate information on the patient’s status to the various medical staff of the facility. Their role was primarily data collection. Patients are hooked up to a variety of devices in order to help the team asses a patient’s arousal level. Respiration rates, blood pressure, pupil dilation were some of the standard measures that they used, making it impossible to hide your response to the treatment. Of course, there were several other factors that they considered as well. Monitors were responsible for measuring the size of the wet spot that spread out underneath patients between their cleanings. They are also responsible for measuring the volume of wetness that the patients produce when a measurement of the wet spot did not adequately capture the arousal level of the patient. This was most frequently found in those patients who had been undergoing treatment for awhile. A patient’s clit was measured multiple times a day to measure their progress as well.

Treatments would be tailored to the individual needs of each particular patient. I can imagine that a facility like this would have no small emphasis on tapping into my humiliation and objectification kinks. Direct stimulation of my pussy or clit would be avoided as much as possible. I would be subject to regular application of ointments to increase blood flow to my clit and increase my arousal. These would likely also involve some level of irritants as well, given that I am a pain slut. These would be applied by anonymous techs in a cool clinical manner. With instruments that allowed them to avoid any direct contact with my clit. Being left to their agonizing effect without even being able to strain against the air for any relief. Counting out the edges that wash over my body while I strain against the bonds desperate for any tiny bit of relief. Blushing and squirming as much as the bonds permit while the tech and attendant talk amongst themselves about the effect of this latest treatment on my engorged aching pussy. Casually commenting amongst themselves about the hungry way that you eye the attendant and other staff. Idly wondering aloud what they think I would agree to if given the chance to cum. Taking careful note about how my breathing and heart rate respond to their words. Helping them identify what new elements would be helpful to aid in my treatments. At times for extra torture they might wheel a dildo into my room and place it just outside the entrance to my pussy. Laughing as they measure how much my pussy expands in anticipation of stimulation that it will never get.

They are merciless about exploring my mind to discover new treatment approaches that might be effective for me. When they discover comments and ideas that make me blush and gush even wetter, they work diligently to find sound tracks, descriptions and videos that depict these things. Playing them in your ears at night. Interrupting my sleep to have me tell them the thoughts and fantasies that these audios and videos inspire. Recording them so that my own shaky voice describing shameful depraved fantasies can be added into the rotation of the sounds that I am subjected to. Periodically when they happened upon particularly shameful and depraved fantasies it was decided that it would be in my best interest if these recordings were played over the loudspeaker so that everyone in the facility would be able to hear my most shameful fantasies. After all, it would be dangerous if a patient was allowed to keep their thoughts private. How would they ever be expected to get better?

Even transfers in this facility would be designed to be as humiliating as possible. Patients would be transported held upright with legs spread wide. Patients would always be transported backwards so that they were able to watch the trail of moisture that leaked from them as they were wheeled down the hall. Exposed and open to everyone who passed them by. And of course that just means that they are going to make transport take as long and be as arousing as possible, so there is manhandling, and comments, and hearing my fantasies over the loudspeaker until I get to where they are taking me so there is no doubt whoever is dealing with me next knows exactly how to push my buttons.

And of course there would be cleanings. Constant cleanings to keep up with the mess that only a desperately tormented slut can make. The touch of water against my pussy being the only direct stimulation that I’m permitted, while being carefully controlled and designed to be made as torturous as possible. Some days even adding a sensitizing agent to the cleaning solution so that the brief touches of water are even more agonizing. Being careful that even the most gentle air dryers don’t provide enough stimulation for an unauthorized edge. Once cleaning is done being slowly wheeled back to my room to begin the process all over again.

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Any relationship can be fucked up or unhealthy.

I am in deep, committed love relationships with both genders, in a polycule, and promiscuous with both genders outwith of that unit…for many, many years.

It works by committing to absolute honesty, and absolute manners. 

But many, many more people than I expected weighed in with ‘Yeahhh, right??’ There were luckily also many poly voices of reason, who in fact did express mildly satirical concern as to whether the lady was okay, expressing a wish for self mutilation like that to avoid something that literally no one was compelling her to do in the first place..

TAKE A LOOK AT THIS CREAM. TAKE A GOOD LONG LOOK. 

MEMORIZE THE PACKAGING SO YOU MAKE SURE YOU NEVER BUY THIS CREAM FOR YOURSELF OR ANYONE YOU LOVE.

This post is about vaginas. My vagina in particular. I get yeast infections pretty regularly, and until recently I was able to afford to see a doctor who could prescribe me fluconazole.

Fluconazole, a drug also known by the brand name Diflucan, is a small pink pill. You take two pills a few days apart from each other to restore balance and harmony to your bountiful folds. I’ve never ever had a bad side effect from taking this pill.

Cut to November 2016. I’m a recent college grad without reliable health care coverage in the process of finding a job. And I’m dealing with a yeast infection. Before I moved out of state, my previous doctor told me about Miconazole. She said it was as effective as the pill and hallelujah, it’s over the counter! I decided to purchase the cream pictured above. This treatment only lasted 3 days, a convenient time frame for my schedule.

The application process was a little messy, and some of the cream came in contact with my vulva and labia. Within 5 minutes every piece of skin that had come in contact with the cream, excluding my hands, was on fire. I wanted to scream it was so painful. I began frantically searching for what I should do online. 

I found a whole forum of people on drugs.com who had experienced something similar. These comments saved me, and these were just on the first page. There were 33 pages total, the earliest dated July 2009.

I was writhing in pain at 2AM when I found this forum (which I found by searching “my vagina burn itch hurts after miconazole” on Google). As soon as I read these comments I threw the devil cream directly into the trash and jumped in the shower. I didn’t feel any actual relief until I reached in and scraped the cream out of me. I paid $17 plus tax on this bullshit, but I could have just as easily ripped up my money or paid someone to not hurt me. 

The moral of the story is that vaginal health care is is completely fucked up because we don’t have access to an over the counter cure for yeast infections that is safe for our bodies and also YOU SHOULD NEVER BUY THIS CREAM EVER.

AND THEN I LEARNED THAT IT’S BECAUSE I DIDN’T HAVE A YEAST INFECTION. I had a bacterial infection, which is honestly pretty much identical to a yeast infection depending on the severity. The only difference is that IF YOU HAVE A BACTERIAL INFECTION AND TRY TO USE YEAST INFECTION MEDICATION IT WILL HURT

But it’s not actually the medication’s fault. The medication DOES do what it’s supposed to do, provided you’re actually suffering from a yeast infection. Chances are though that you and every one who commented on this did, in fact, have bacterial infections instead.

FORTUNATELY they also make over the counter tests so you can know if you need to call your doctor or just grab some yeast medicine off the shelf. Next time if you aren’t sure, pee on a stick and save yourself a world of fucking pain

Melissa's body ached all over. She was impossibly tense, even though she knew that would only make things worse. She breathed in deeply, held it for five seconds, then breathed out slowly to try to relax herself; it only worked a little. Of all of Master's tasks, this one was particularly cruel.

She squatted down again, lowering her hips towards the corner of the coffee table. She had to do three edges, and she was only allowed to do them by humping the corner of the living room coffee table - which was remarkably angular. She wondered to herself if he sharpened the corners, if he'd intentionally purchased furniture that would be awkward and incredibly uncomfortable to edge on. Losing concentration for only a moment, her hips slipped, and she recoiled her hips with a hiss of pain as her swollen labia caught a particularly sharp point of the dark wood. She'd managed one edge like this - somehow - but if she didn't do the next two, she wouldn't be able to touch herself for two full days.

Melissa tried clearing her mind. She knew this was an exercise in mental discipline more than anything else. The tiny point of contact permitted between the corner of the table and her throbbing clit was the only piece of stimulation she was allowed, and she gripped her hands tightly together behind her back as she sought out that microscopic particle of agonizing relief. She couldn't see - her body got in the way - so she simply had to search for it with her clit. She brushed past it once or twice, finding whispers of pleasure in between sharp rasps of pain.

Finally she found it again, and began ever so gently rocking her hips. Carefully, delicately, she nudged her sensitive nub against the speck of pain she was allowed to use to pleasure herself. She couldn't just grab the table and hump - even if she was allowed to, it would have cut her poor pussy to ribbons. Fucking sadists. Her whole body afire, she began to pant gently, her whole world narrowing to that one point on her clit. It was indescribable; it was so small, but the smallness made it bigger in her mind. Her thighs were screaming with the effort of keeping her at just the right height, but it didn't matter. She needed this. She'd fucking die without it.

The pain, the effort, and the shame all mounted quickly, swirling together in some dreadful cocktail of arousal. She felt so pathetic. She was so pathetic. She loved this. She needed it. She prayed her Master would make her do it again tomorrow. Faint gasps escaped her lips as she tried not to shudder in ecstasy, her body racing towards orgasm. Is this the kind of girl he'd made her into? What sort of slut can edge from this tiny amount of stimulation? Suppressed, her breathing turned from gasping to grunting, the effort of holding her body in just the right position making her abdomen clench. Fuck. Fuck. She wanted to cum. She wanted to cum like this. Dumb fucking slut, pathetic snivelling guttertrash, mewling fuckslut not worth Master's spit-

More and more, every day, I want to destroy someone. I want to have so much power over someone that I can undo them, utterly.

Recently I’ve been dreaming about creating a pathetic, desperate little praeving addict. And I mean addict - unable to stop herself edging herself stupid, gradually dumbing herself down until she’s just a drooling mess. Making her completely dependent on me, unable to function without me. Keep her in my apartment, melting her mind with porn and edging and brainwashing all day, every day.

Maybe a few, so that they can encourage each other. Spurring each other on to deeper and darker depths of degradation, striving to find new ways to objectify themselves, to make themselves as brainless and pathetic as possible. Wiping out their future, annihilating their potential, leaving empty shells that only know how to suffer for me, to need.

“I’d like to move on to our next case study, the tease toy, as it’s become known among our staff here.”

I freeze as those words cut through the haze of thoughts running through my mind in the instant before the bright lights are focused upon me, illuminating my spread wide and naked body to the crowd of people gathered around me. I squirm hard against my bonds, and my eyes catch sight of a close up of my desperate aching pussy twitching and dripping on a large television screen that had been placed near my head, so that I’d be able to see exactly what the audience is seeing.

The voice continues “The tease toy has been attending our facility for over a year now for training on a part time basis, while its Master implements a complimentary training regime at home. The tease toy attends our facility a minimum of one night a week, and often also attends when its Master requires their attention to be devoted elsewhere. The primary treatment objective for the tease toy has been to maximize the subject’s arousal and desperation levels, while denying orgasm. Upon commencing our standard treatment protocols we discovered that the subject was heavily influenced by shame and humiliation, particularly in conjunction with no direct clitoral or vaginal stimulation. This should,” as he paused here to chuckle briefly to himself “make its participation in today’s conference an excellent addition to its training protocol.”

Upon hearing this statement I heard the moan escape my lips before I could even attempt to control it, and heard the audience chuckle appreciatively as we could all see my pussy quickly become even wetter.

“The subject has been arranged on display for you in its standard resting positioning. A key aspect of its treatment has been taking away any opportunity for body privacy and modesty. The subject is naked at all times, and is required to have its legs and pussy spread for access at all times as well. This is often enforced with restraints such as locking stirrups and spreader bars. Its arms are restrained in a variety of different positions depending on the treatment protocols of the day, however today they are loosely attached to the subject’s neck so that they are unable to wander. Most days, such as today, we also employ a variety of pussy spreading devices to maximize the subject’s attention on their empty and untouched pussy as well. In addition, treatment protocol dictates that the subject never be left unattended, and that staff are rotated frequently in order to ensure that closely bonded relationships do not form. This ensures that the subject will remain constantly conscious that strangers have an absolute right to take in its body as they see fit. Our staff are further encouraged to make humiliating comments about the toy’s arousal in front of the toy to further reinforce its status. For example, one particularly effective comment that our staff have noted is ‘Such a desperate little cunt you are, I’ve only just walked into the room and you’re already dripping at the sight of me and the knowledge of what is to come.’ As you can see by the reaction on the big screens here behind me, that is quite an effective comment indeed. In fact, depending on the day that comment can create up to a 20% increase in natural lubrication when it is used. Take special note of how the subject’s cheeks flush to hear it talked about like that, and how that in turn only fuels the shame-arousal cycle.”

I could feel my cheeks turning bright red, my eyes facing the screen could see how my pussy was leaking more and more, which in turn only made my cheeks brighter.

“I’d like to briefly outline some of the other humiliation protocols we have used in the tease toy’s treatment. The tease toy has not been permitted to keep any secrets from the facility staff, regardless of how humiliating they are. On a weekly basis the tease toy is asked to talk about any fantasies that they have had while a variety of medical markers are monitored. The staff provide a variety of prompts for the tease toy to answer, and attempt to zone in on the subject’s most humiliating and shameful fantasy in the week prior, and elicit the subject speaking about the fantasy in as much detail as possible. These sessions are of course recorded. The recordings are used for two purposes, the first is to create hypnosis files and other audio files for the subject, particularly those where it is forced to listen to its own voice give away its every secret, but far more powerfully is that these tapes are routinely played over the facility PA system for all the staff on the unit. This is a standard protocol for any subjects with a humiliation kink in the facility, and these subjects also hear the fantasies of their fellow subjects, it’s quite wonderful in fact how so many of the fantasies that are played for these subjects eventually show up in their own fantasies as well. This exercise helps the subjects that we work with here come to understand that just as they are not permitted any privacy over their body, that it is right that their thoughts are not permitted to be private either. In fact, this subject here in front of you all today is experiencing a fantasy of its own devising at this very moment. Approximately four months ago the subject started expressing a desire to be displayed and treated in front of a group of distinguished medical practitioners such as yourselves. Over time that fantasy has clarified and crystallized and has resulted in today’s symposium. Isn’t that quite right toy?”

I can feel every eye in the room focus on me as my whole body turns a deep shade of red and I begin to fight against my bonds. A ragged gasp escapes my lips, and I am aghast to see that the wet spot underneath my body is growing and becoming slicker, even more quickly than I thought was imaginable.

“Obviously, we have yet to discuss the most important part of the tease toy’s treatment protocol. The tease and denial component. This subject here has not been permitted an orgasm since it was first admitted to our facility 14 months ago, either here at the facility or at home with its Master. We have found for this particular tease toy that the most effective means of teasing is to arouse it desperately while denying direct vaginal or clitoral stimulation for the vast majority of the time. The subject is often provided with a butt plug to emphasize the emptiness of its pussy. The subject also receives regular nipple stimulation and is regularly gagged. The idea being that the subject’s body will be stimulated and manipulated, but given very little relief by even being permitted to edge by direct stimulation. Of course, this doesn’t mean that the subject is denied vaginal and clitoral stimulation altogether. One essential component of the toy’s treatment protocol is a number of tinctures that are applied directly to the clitoris several times daily to increase it’s need and arousal. These applications are done by retracting the clitoral hood and applying tinctures using very small soft brushes so that no direct firm stimulation is experienced as a result of the application. Each formula is monitored for effectiveness and we adjust the formulas to be maximally effective. This toy enjoys quite a bit of pain, and the most effective tinctures have included irritants such as ginger juice or cayenne pepper. These tincture sessions are often conducted while the subject listens to looping hypnosis files, which we have created specifically for this subject in conjunction with its Master and include mantras, trigger phases, post-hypnotic effects etc. So the subject is experiencing mental and physical stimulation simultaneously. For this subject we have been successful in installing several post-hypnotic triggers, such as blocking all orgasms without the express permission of its Master, and the ability to edge on command, and hold an edge. Edge slut. Edge for us all and hold it until I tell you to stop.”

My eyes flew open as I felt my entire body shudder uncontrollably. Feeling my hips rock up and down against the bed, showing off the base of the plug buried in my ass, soaked in pussy juice. Edging over and over again as I shook and writhed. “You may stop now” the doctor said, and I sank down onto the bed gratefully.

“Finally, I thought that there was one more demonstration that our subject might find especially humiliating and pleasurable for you all. For this demonstration I’d like to ask for a couple of volunteers to assist me with the procedure. You and you will do nicely. Take these gloves and come over here with me please.” The doctor leaves the lectern and brings his assistants over to my side. He hands a bottle of tincture to one of the assistants. “This is one of the most effective tinctures that we’ve discovered for this subject, would you be so kind as to administer it for us all.”

The camera zooms in as the young doctor steps in between my legs and uses one hand to spread the outside lips of my pussy even further apart, exposing my throbbing and dancing clit to the camera and audience. With his other hand he unscrews the eye dropper from the tincture and brings it just above my clit. Everyone watches breathlessly as he drops 10 drops on my clit and coats it liberally. The doctor hands him a small brush in exchange for the dropper. I breathe hard and brace myself. No one told the doctor that my normal dose of the tincture is 5 drops, and that completely overwhelms me, with 10 I don’t know what to expect. The doctor begins to brush the tincture in until it is fully absorbed, and then even that minor stimulation stops.

The lecturer hands the other assistant a large ball gag. “If you’d be so kind and place this on the subject. I am certain this is to be a rather intense experience for the toy, and I would like us to all be able to continue to hear each other over its moans.” I open my mouth obediently and gratefully, glad to have something in my mouth. Just as it is buckled in I begin to feel the first impacts of the tincture and start screaming into the gag as the uncontrollable wall of desperation came crashing down upon me, writhing as far as my bonds would allow.

“For the next part of this demonstration it is essential that we bind the toy even more tightly than it is right now. If I could get some assistance with these body straps?” The doctors work together and make short work of securing my writhing body to the bed tightly until I can barely squirm, forced absolutely helplessly to accept the mounting desperation. “I’m going to place a blindfold and headphones with a hypnosis file which is transcribed on your screens onto the toy before proceeding as these will help intensify the effects of the next phase” the doctor explains to the audience, and those are the last words that I hear.

“What the subject does not know, is that we have found that after denying stimulation for several days or weeks at a time, providing minimal stimulation can increase the production of lubrication by as much as 150% for the next several days. However, stimulation is always strictly controlled, the subject is restrained to be completely immobile and has no say in the matter. We have studied various responses to stimulation and have determined the most optimal speed and depth to keep the subject intensely aroused but unable to achieve orgasm.” An aide off the stage wheels the fucking machine in. “This machine has been programmed to keep the subject just under the edge of orgasm. We have discovered that when used in conjunction with the tincture and hypnosis files the subject becomes incoherent with need for the next several hours.” The doctor walks to the switch and flicks it on. “The subject’s desperation and need literally erases anything else in their brain, which of course, is exactly the ideal for a tease toy” The doctor and assistants step away from my body to quietly observe their handiwork, while I scream incoherently into the gag.

She looked down at the toy kneeling in front of her, having started upright when it started speaking, but ending with its cheek pressed to the floor at her feet, aching pussy high in the air. Why, the poor thing was almost in tears with need.

“No Slut” she replied, firmly, though not sharply. “Come over here, I have a job for you. I’m going to lie here on this bed, and you are going to spend the next few hours tormenting my pussy exactly how yours aches to be touched and teased, then, when I can’t stand the desperation any longer, I’ll strap you into your dildo gag and ride your face until I have cum all of the desperation out of me. How does that sound toy?”

The overwhelmed look of desperation the toy looked back at her with said everything she needed to know. When she could torment the toy this much without a touch in between her legs in weeks, why did the toy deserve to even think it would get to touch? Knowing it couldn’t just helped its place sink in better.

“Do you know why I am not going to let you touch toy?” She continued in a patient tone, one you’d use to explain something to a child, “I’m not going to let you touch because that is giving you exactly what you need right now. You are begging me to make it worse for you toy, and yet I can see just how badly hearing me tell you no is making your pussy ache even more desperately. I can see how it drips and you have trouble containing your moans and cries of desperation even as I speak. No toy, letting you touch would be about giving you exactly what you want, a relentless no touch is exactly what you need. This is what you need toy, isn’t it?”

Watching the toy’s response was like watching a work of art. The toy’s cheeks reddened and its eyes softened, even as the desperation in them deepened. Their ass squirmed back and forth in the air, as their pussy gleamed more deeply, there was an internal struggle between its pussy and its hands as they would start to pull down and it had to struggle against itself to keep them in place, knowing how much it ached to even grind its pussy against the floor if given the opportunity. She had better let it get to work and have some outlet for all of this torture before its brain leaked out its pussy. Though she’d make sure that happened anyway, just not before she got to have her fun.

legs spread with a spreader bar, ankles locked to the ends of the cage. I’d take the chastity bra off to add some strict breast bondage weighted clamps to your nipples. Your arms would be in a strict armbinder and locked to the ceiling off the cage. And your collar would be locked to the cage as well, your mouth stuffed with a cock gag and your face covered with a leather hood. I’d edge you to my liking, leaving you to throb and drip away immobile in the cage, reflecting on your life as a toy

holy fuckkkkk fuck i need to touch so badly. i need my belt off now please please please let me touch. god this made me so wet i can’t even stand my pussy right now. this is such a big fucking fantasy oml... the more i read it and imagine myself in the situation the wetter i get.