Greedy holes edge

hands tied. vibrator held in place with no way to move it, chase it or get more than what i’m giving you. turning it to the lowest setting and leaving the room. coming back ten minutes later to find you exactly where i left you except completely wrecked. eyes wet. thighs shaking. so worked up from ten minutes of not enough that the second i walk back in you’re already begging. not even saying real words anymore. reduced to just whimpers. tilting my head. “already?” turning it up one setting. sitting down across from you. picking up my phone. “i’ll check on you in ten more minutes.”

Giving a sub a list of options to choose between and then mocking them for their choice. What do you mean you’re embarassed? You chose this. You asked for this. You wanted this.

bent over my lap, ass exposed to the cold air.. the room filled with the sounds of my hand meeting skin.. one after the other.. firm slaps landing down onto your ass.. your cheeks reddening after every strike.. legs parting instinctively after my hand lands.. my other hand trailing slowly between your thighs.. fingers dipping into your entrance.. feeling the wetness there.. “oh sweetheart” “you’re dripping hmm? you’re such a dumb slut for mommy, getting wet after being spanked” your wetness spreading between your thighs, creating a perfect mess “look at you baby you’re so fucking pathetic” “such a pathetic sweet thing hmm?”

wet pussy slaps?

but like, do you REALLY wanna orgasm? you feel soooo good right now, on the edge, desperate, pliant, willing to do anything. wouldn't it be sooo sad to lose that good feeling all for a fleeting moment of pleasure? that's right, it'd be sad! and we don't want you to be sad, do we? so we just have to keep edging you <3

i love how flustered you get when i humiliate you. the way you hide your face when i make you taste yourself off my fingers. pulling my hand away from between your legs, fingers glistening with your wetness. “open your mouth, baby.” watching you hesitate, face already turning red. “come on, sweetheart. open.” you finally parting your lips, embarrassed. sliding my wet fingers past your lips slowly. “that’s what you taste like when you’re desperate. when you’re turned on from being embarrassed.” watching your face flush darker, eyes darting away from mine. “look at me while you suck them clean.” you forcing yourself to meet my gaze, embassies but obedient. “good girl. keep sucking.” watching your tongue work around my fingers, your face burning. pulling my fingers out slowly. “now tell me what you taste like.” watching you struggle, mouth opening and closing, too nervous to actually say it. “can’t even say it, can you?” your head shaking slightly. “that’s okay, sweetheart. your face says everything.” sliding my fingers back between your legs, gathering more wetness. “you got even wetter from that, didn’t you baby? from having to taste yourself, from being too embarrassed to talk about it.” checking and you’re so fucking wet. “look at this.” showing you my fingers again, even wetter than before. “you’re dripping now. that’s how much you got off on being humiliated like that.” your cheeks red, eyes glazed “open again, baby.” pushing my fingers back into your mouth. “taste how much wetter you got. taste how much being embarrassed turns you on.” watching you suck my fingers again, the embarrassment in your eyes turning into arousal. “such a good girl. taking your humiliation so well.” pulling my fingers out and wiping them on your lips. “now, are you going to tell me what you taste like, or do we need to do this again?” watching you squirm, trying to find words, voice almost inaudible. “i taste… wet.” “wet from what, baby?” “from… from being embarrassed.” “good girl. and how does that make you feel?” your voice even smaller. “humiliated.” “and does that turn you on, sweetheart?” you nodding, unable to say it out loud. “say it. tell me being humiliated turns you on.” watching you force the words out. “being humiliated turns me on.” “good girl. see? that wasn’t so hard.”

forced deep throat training used as a punishment for talking back! “open that dirty fucking mouth, weren’t you just using it? put it to use, try and talk back now.” “what happened? why’re you so quiet now? someone learn their fucking lesson?”

finding my femme’s secret blog where she posts all her filthy fantasies. making her sit in my lap and read them out loud to me, every single post. watching her face burn with embarrassment as she stumbles through her own words. “go on, baby. read what you wrote about wanting to be used.” her face red, voice barely above a whisper. “louder. i can’t hear you being desperate.” making her rub her clit while she reads, making her feel how turned on she gets from her own words. “keep reading and keep touching. i want to see you get off to your own filthy fantasies.” watching her squirm, embarrassed but getting wetter. “you wrote all of this and now you’re dripping from reading it. you should be ashamed, sweetheart.” her moaning despite the humiliation, despite being embarrassed. “such a dirty girl, getting off on humiliating yourself for me.” grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away. “actually, let me do that for you, baby.” sliding two fingers inside her easily, she’s so wet. “oh my god, look how soaked you are. look at your pussy, baby.” spreading her legs wider so she can see. “you’re so wet from reading your own depraved post, sweetheart.” adding a third finger and they slide in with no resistance. “you’re so wet i can fit three fingers. three, baby. from just reading what you wrote.” fucking her with all three while she tries to keep reading. “such a good girl but so so pathetic. keep reading, louder now.” her voice shaking as she continues. “tell me which one’s your favorite, baby. which fantasy makes you the wettest?” watching her struggle to answer. “you’re soaking my hand while reading about how desperate you are. you’re doing so well, sweetheart, but you should be humiliated.” pumping faster. “you’re gonna cum to this, baby. and then you’re gonna let everyone know how good my fingers feel, and how they’re made for being inside of you, angel”

little by little, i’ve conditioned you to become a dumb witted, thoughtless little slut who loves pulling her panties aside for pussy inspections on command. it didn’t start this way. you used to hesitate, used to blush and look away. used to need gentle coaxing. “come here, baby. let me see.” you shy at first, embarrassed. but i was patient. consistent. every single day, asking to see. making it routine. normal. “show me.” until it became automatic. until you stopped thinking about it. now i just have to say the words and you’re already moving. already reaching down. already pulling your panties to the side without question. no hesitation anymore. no embarrassment. just obedience. just that empty-headed compliance i’ve trained into you. watching your brain shut off the moment i give the command. all thoughts disappearing. just spreading your legs and showing me like the good girl you’ve become. and you love it now. love how simple it is. love not having to think. love just obeying. getting wet just from hearing “inspection time, angel.” your body responding before your brain even processes it. conditioned so perfectly. trained so well. i’ll be across the room and just say “come here, sweetheart. show me.” and you’re already walking over. already hiking up your skirt or pulling down your pants. already pulling your panties aside and spreading yourself open for me to inspect. no questions. no thoughts. just automatic obedience. exactly how i trained you. and i love checking my work. love seeing how wet you are just from following commands. love the glazed look in your eyes. love how dumb and pliant you’ve become. my perfect, brainless little slut. inspecting you whenever i want. sometimes multiple times a day. sometimes in public when we’re out, pulling you into a bathroom. “show me.” you obeying instantly. sometimes first thing in the morning. “let me see how wet you got overnight, baby.” you spreading yourself before you’re even fully awake. it’s become such a part of your routine you don’t even remember what it was like before. can’t imagine not showing me whenever i ask. your brain has been rewired. conditioned to obey. to display yourself. to be my mindless little slut who pulls her panties aside on command without a single thought.

Want to be humiliated about my ruined panties by a mean domme. She’d bend me over and ‘inspect’ the stain, but I know it’s just an excuse for her to prod and poke at my pussy and find all of the weak, sensitive parts. Eventually, when she’s done, she’ll pull my panties down and stuff them into my leaky, dripping pussy that got me into that mess in the first place.