Darling Dearest

I’ll hold still while you pump that hard cock in & out of my wet fuckhole.

My cunt gets so fucking wet when I’m being used. On my back holding my legs open wide….being ignored while a man masturbates with my pussy.

You’ve been edging for a long time. You can’t remember how long. But the cycle is always the same.

Rub. Tease. Moan. Drip. Edge.

Your actions are automatic. Conditioned, even. There’s no thought that goes into this. The drool from your tongue says that’s a good thing.

Rub. Tease. Moan. Drip. Edge.

Your couch cushion is soaked. The whole room is scented like good girl pussy. In the TV which has long since shut off, you can see your reflection, your breasts bare and hanging in front of you. On your chest, another droplet rolls down. This is how you wanted to spend your weekend. This is how you want to spend every weekend.

Rub. Tease. Moan. Drip. Edge.

Your hand keeps going, going, going for one more edge. One more edge. One more edge. The file ends. The file loops. The file begins. How many loops? It doesn’t matter. It feels good to listen over and over and that’s all that matters.

I can't stop thinking about going to therapy, and being subtly and slowly manipulated. Tense and uncomfortable at first, but as the sessions go by slowly easing me down into relaxation and vulnerability. Before I know it, I'm opening my heart to you, telling you every abuse from childhood through to now. I'm so enthralled in telling you everything I can, I don't even notice your bulge throbbing as I describe how I was abused. It's so freeing to finally have someone to talk to about all this

You learn, and before long it's like you know me better than I know myself. You verbalise my feelings and thoughts so well, it's hard not to feel like you're able to see into my mind. So I never give it a thought when you start subtly layering triggers and language my abusers have used. It makes sense that you would refer to them, right? I never noticed you bending my mind to begin associating them with pleasure and compliance again. I don't question it when you hand me a USB with files loaded onto them, and tell me I'm going to listen to them every night. That I *want* to listen to them every night. I just smile and agree, so happy to have someone who really understands me.

By our next session, I'm utterly pliable. Weeks of nightly conditioning have my mind like putty, effortlessly bending to your words without hesitation. Agreeing with you matter-of-factly, as if everything you say is simply the most obvious and reasonable statement ever made. When they're particularly outrageous or vile I might have moment of shock, before the conditioning takes hold. The shock at your words twisting to shock that I could have possibly forgotten such an obvious thing.

"Of course I'll start stroking when I listen to your voice. It only makes sense to pay you double the usual rate, and to start having sessions whenever you call me. I'd love to rim your sweaty ass as you scroll through my phone, I can't believe I hadn't thought to ask. Oh, yeah I'd be delighted to help you lure in my friends, which of them do you want to mind-rape first? You're so right, I do want to spend our sessions cleaning your cock whilst you force your fetishes into my head."

"I'm so lucky to have someone in my life who knows me inside and out. Thanks Dad 😍"

Wow that was a beautiful read. It deserves to be shared. Not only are you a fantastic writer, you have a deliciously twisted mind.

You don’t know how accurately you’ve hit the spot! It’s my dream to be able to take over a patient’s mind, slowly and discreetly, turning them into a living Sim for me. Every one of their actions unknowingly decided long ago by me. At first just getting familiar with them, learning them, listening to all the fucked up trauma and atrocities they’ve experienced. Then slowly rewiring their brain to prioritize me. Becoming the object of their obsession, fantasies, desires, fuck, even their worship….

Honestly, edging takes some getting used to but its amazing. It feels so good to be able to stay wet and aroused instead of one cum and done. Sometimes I just go totally empty and rub and rub. No thoughts of cumming, just enjoying the pleasure. I dont want to cum and ruin it.

Brainwashing just feels... good. Feels like floating in bliss.

Oh I know the pressure must be so distracting, and it doesn't help that you're leaking from... well, you're leaking from a couple different places. You're getting it all over the floor, a good cow would know to clean up after herself. Maybe instead of a milking I'll just put your clamps on while you lick up your mess.

And you know, you've been talking about how much you wanted to grow your milky udders. Your teats already rub across the carpet when your walk on all floors, but you said you wanted them to drag behind you with the weight. Maybe if we don't milk you for a little longer, your tits will grow to try and compensate for the over production.

You must submit.

Reblogging filthy porn isn’t enough.

You must submit.

Gooning all day isn’t enough.

You must submit.

You will never improve and become the submissive toy you deserve to be, unless you practice subservience daily until it’s perfected.