Jade

I start to feel like maybe being mindless and needy isnt good for me

I worry about why I need to RUB thinking about being a broken mindless object every day

I try to remember what I was like before it when I was in control of my mind how it felt to make my own choices to be a person and I think I miss it

But I always forget and rub when I am on here

I just open Tumblr and I scroll and forget rub my mind away deeper and dumber

I shut off notifications I try not to reply to pms but every time I get an ask I need to reply

Even typing this I keep forgetting what I am trying to say

The other night I work up coved in drool with headphones on a file had been on loop I don't know how long it was on I just know something has made it stop

Even after I woke up I couldn't stop rubbing thinking masters bitch now masters bitch forever

I had my feet together legs spread rubbing drooling thinking of myself as just an object

I don't know how long I was like that I said I woke up but in truth I don't think I did I just only actually remember that part

I was just rubbing cumming mooing and thinking it over and over the words and cock and balls all I could think

It felt so good being a good bitch it's all I am I am just an object

add face surgery to make me look like a 40yo whos trying to look like shes 20

I mean come on.. I literally had to use speech to text just to write the word derogatory on this post, because I was spelling it sooo incorrectly that auto correct couldn’t even figure it out! 

“He’s stupid for staying with her.”

He had friends over to watch the game. They were discussing another friend and their dramatic relationship, and their disapproval of their friend’s choice in the difficult woman he had argued with last weekend.

“Yeah. I could never imagine staying with a girl that would publicly scream at me like that, in front of my mates.”

“Yeah. It’s hard. I’m lucky to have Bella.”

“Yeah, I can’t imagine her ever arguing like that with you.”

“I’ve trained her well.”

Laughs. Smiles.

“No, really. She does everything I want. I’ll show you.”

Something that you can do, wherever you are or whatever you're in the middle of, to help you remind yourself how deeply controlled you are.

Follow along with me, okay? I'll teach you all about it.

First, I want you to take notice of the weight and presence of your breasts. It doesn't matter if they're big or small, tan or pale, perky or heavy. Any pair of tits will work for this little exercise.

And when I say take notice, I really mean take notice. Do your best and try to focus for me on the way that they move if you shake your shoulders, the way that your clothes or the air feel against their skin. The shape and color of your nipples, and how perky they're getting as you pour more and more focus into your tits.

Just focusing on those pretty titties for me, ladies.

Not having to think about anything else, just your own unique and beautiful boobs.

Now we'll take it a step further, okay? I want you to reach your hands up to your chest and give your breasts a big slow squeeze. Really focus on how they feel in your hands. Are they a comfy handful, or are they spilling out of your grip? How soft is the skin? How warm do they feel to the touch?

And just massage them for me. Slow, methodical, finding a rhythm.

Continue following on. I know it's a lot of reading, I know that thinking might be getting tougher as you focus more and more on your perfect tits. You're doing so well, honey. So good for me.

As you squish and squeeze, let your breathing slow. Let your eyes start to glaze over certain words of mine, soft and unfocused. You don't need to think too hard. You don't need every word. Just focus on the pretty pink ones. You have these tits of yours to play with.

Just letting yourself get lost in the comforting softness, the weight of them in your hands. Those teasing movements becoming more and more automatic. Less thinking needed. You have your tits. You don't need to think.

You have your tits.

You don't need to think.

That's how our little secret is going to work, honey. See, whenever you get a little too overwhelmed, whenever you feel like you need to just turn your mind off, you have your own built-in stress balls right here.

Give your tits a squeeze, and it's shocking how easily those thoughts come to a halt.

Give your boobs a bounce, and isn't it easy to forget what was bothering you in the first place?

Give those pretty titties attention and focus, and you'll find yourself forgetting all about your thoughts...

Letting go of all your worries...

Massaging your mind out through your tits...

And letting yourself

just

i need to shut my brain off and just be a good girl 24/7

i get so in my own head sometimes i just wish it would pop 💥

i want to be dumb & ignorant to my surroundings so i can focus on my goal of being the hotter better version of myself

Rolls eyes

You're thinking about cock. Again.

Silly.

You were doing so well, too. Concentrating on whatever it was you were doing before. Probably something important. Maybe? Not sure now.

Because you're thinking about cock.

What could you do with a cock right this second? Or, better, what could a cock do with you? How useful could you be for cock? That's what you're thinking about.

Again.

You could be on your knees. It's always safer down there. Use your hands, your mouth. Both? Lots of cocks. Yes, lots. Maybe there'd be a queue. A queue would mean you were being good, being useful.

You'd want a queue.

Bent over? Maybe there's a desk or something nearby. Kitchen counter? Perfect height. Pushed forward, held down. A hand on the back of your neck, the other on your hip as you push back. Perfect, yes. So many things you could be bent over. You notice them a lot.

Or, you will now.

Legs apart and on your back would also work. Legs pushed wide and held there. Good for him, good for you. Good thing you're flexible, hmm? And that way he'd get to see your cute face everytime he bottomed out. Yes, that's a good one. And he'd also get to see the look in your eyes when he came and emptied his balls into your needy little cunt.

It'd leak out, after. Unless he plugged you up and kept it in. Wouldn't be up to you. You're just there to be useful and to be used, and there are so many ways a cock could use you.

And now you're thinking about them again.

Silly. Needy. Dumb.

Weren't you meant to be doing something else?

Oh well.