Era

so. to all the people picking up all the pieces of a recently shattered world-view and trying to figure out what is safe to keep and what has to be thrown away and started over

to all the people having to relearn how to even listen to other people

to all the people putting in the work to do better while struggling with the guilt that comes from finding out you were the asshole

i’m proud of y’all.

Everyone told you not to go out with him. They all said you were too young and inexperienced, that you were in different places in your life. Now that you're strapped down, legs forced apart, waiting to see what will happen, you think they might have been right.

He was so confident. When you started talking, it was like he'd known you forever. He was so sure of himself and it felt so good to just follow him. He pulled you along, like a wave on the sea, and at some point you stopped caring if the current pulled you under. The head of vibe was warm as he pressed it against you and locked it into place. Even now, he was being so considerate.

You had had dreams once. You were sure of it. You had your whole future ahead of you and he never asked you to be anything but yourself. Where did they go? When did you take your head out of clouds and start letting him cloud your mind instead? All those hurried edging sessions in bathroom stalls seemed like a blur. His hands are the only ones free to touch you now and you're so grateful for every brush of his skin against yours.

What would all those people say if they could see you now, sucking on your gag as the visor lowers onto your head? Surely they'd notice how well-behaved you are, how you respond so quickly to his commands. You're a well-trained little slut, safe and secure in your restraints, pleased that you can't even move enough to knock your headphones off. They would all be proud of you, for all the things you've learned, all the things you've let him teach you. Your holes clench as you make out the muffled sound of typing. You know what it means. You're not so inexperienced anymore.

The screen comes to life and the sound washes over your eager, empty brain. The vibe goes to work as you watch and absorb it all. You see the Good Girls who came before you, how they each were trained to please him. You watch them serving him, sinking deeper into their devotion as they lose themselves in the pleasure. You can't help but feel honored to be part of something so much bigger than you. You can't wait to join them.

I want them to pull me closer and kiss me, and leave hickeys up and down my body. I'll be so good for them! I'd please them so well I'd be their good girl

I had a partner where she would control my edging and when I could have an orgasm or not. And once I was allowed to cum but only if I did it in the bathroom at work 🙈

Bathroom at work is a good friend of mine for a sub who is willing to be a whore anywhere. Not for everyone, but fuck.

Some simple stuff are:

•Taking lewd pics and showing they got to work on time.

•Texting them through their shift, getting them horny, then showing how wet/hard they got themselves in the bathroom.

•Make them take a mirror pic naked with the possibility of others walking in on them. (Very hot. Not advisable for everyone tho~)