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Do I want you to fill me over and over with your strap till I'm dripping with your cum just to make sure you're breeding me well? Yes, please, please, please.
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suspension and one bar prisons are such an underrated concept. especially if the toy in question is especially large and cruelly shaped. imagine a being strung up by your arms, standing on a stool and nearly fully sheathed on a massive toy. maybe there's an inch or so left, and maybe it has spikes, maybe it has a knot that's just barely pressing against your entrance.
it's already stretching you so painfully wide, pressed against the back of your cunt. but then the stool's kicked away and you fall back on the toy, and it hurts, so fucking badly. all you can do is fight to keep your balance, toes just barely brushing the floor and breathing through the pain. imagine just hanging there, quivering and panting and growing more and more tired as you're practically split open on such a massive toy.
imagine losing your balance and stumbling and sinking further down, screaming as the toy suddenly pounds the back of your channel, pressing impossibly deeper. god wouldn't that hurts so badly. now imagine that with a knot. losing your balance and gravity forces the entire knot in in one swift push. can you imagine the scream it'd rip from you. wow.
Edging is one of the most delicious forms of torture and pleasure you can experience.
It’s not just about getting close to cumming and stopping. It’s about training your body and mind to surrender completely to desperate, aching need. It’s about turning yourself into a dripping, trembling, brainless little mess who exists only to chase that edge over and over again.
Here’s how it feels and how to do it properly:
You start slow. Legs spread, fingers gently teasing your clit in slow, lazy circles. You feel that warm spark of pleasure building deep in your belly. It feels good — really good — but you stay in control. You let it grow gradually, never rushing. Your breathing gets deeper. Your pussy starts getting wetter. That’s the first stage.
Then you speed up just a little. The pleasure becomes sharper, more focused. You can feel your clit swelling under your fingers. Your hips start moving on their own, chasing more friction. The ache between your legs grows heavier. That’s when you bring yourself right up to the edge — that magical point where your whole body tightens, your thighs start trembling, and every nerve is screaming for release.
And then… you stop
You pull your hand away completely or slow down to almost nothing. The orgasm you were so close to having fades away, leaving behind a deep, throbbing frustration that radiates through your pussy and into your stomach. That denial? That’s where the real addiction begins. That heavy, empty, aching feeling is pure bliss for an edging slut.
A good edging session isn’t just one denial.
You do it again. And again. And again.
Each time you get close faster. Each time the edge feels sharper. Each time stopping becomes harder. After the fifth or sixth edge, your mind starts to break. Your thoughts get cloudy. Your pussy gets ridiculously wet — creamy, sticky, leaking all over your fingers and thighs. Your nipples become hypersensitive. Your body shakes even when you’re barely touching yourself.
That’s the sweet spot.
That’s when you become a true edging addict — when you’re so desperate that stopping feels like actual pain, but you still do it because the denial feels better than cumming ever could. Some sessions you’ll edge for thirty minutes. Some you’ll edge for hours. The longer you go, the dumber and hornier you become. Your brain literally melts. All you can think about is rubbing, grinding, and how badly you need to cum… even though you know you’re not allowed to.
The best part? When you finally do cum after a long edging session, it hits like a freight train. Your whole body convulses. You squirt. You moan like a broken toy. The orgasm is so much stronger, so much deeper, because you earned it through all that delicious suffering.
So if you want to edge properly?
Start with at least 30–45 minutes
Bring yourself right to the edge at least 7–10 times
Change techniques — fingers, vibrator on low, humping a pillow, riding a dildo without bouncing too fast
Focus on your breathing when you deny yourself
Tell yourself “I’m not allowed to cum” out loud when you get close
Edging turns good girls into desperate, leaky, obedient little sluts
And once you truly fall in love with the edge… it’s almost impossible to go back to quick, normal orgasms.
I’m imagining being a demon hunter who’s out to capture an incubus and, to protect myself, I get a womb tattoo. Only, instead of repelling the incubus, it draws the demon to me. The incubus can’t resist sliding its massive cock into the my tight, hot cunt and pinning me to the nearest flat surface, fucking me relentlessly until it paints insides with cum. We’re both writhing and panting against each other, grunting and moaning with pleasure as it fills me up to the brim. And even then, the incubus keeps itself buried inside me so none of its cum leaks out of my hole. Its cock is still achingly hard, even after all that.
The demon shows no sign of slowing down. My tummy’s heavy, weighing me down, making it impossible to get away.
Isn’t this what you wanted? it purrs in the hunter’s ear. You’ve caught me.
Only now it’s clear that I’ve been caught in my own trap. I’m in for a very long night.
I’ve been trying to get rid of this stupid womb tattoo for weeks, to no avail. The only time someone manages to make some kind of change to the tattoo is a complete disaster.
Instead of barring the demon from my cunt the way the witch promises, she simply bespells the tattoo to keep it from moving once it's inside me.
For just a moment, I’m hopeful (not disappointed, I tell myself, never that) when the incubus pulls out of my pussy. The sound I make is one of relief, not thwarted lust as I allow myself to believe that the demon will never be able to fuck me again. But instead, it simply changes postitions, pulling me on top of it before spearing me open with its colossal prick.
Naughty little whore, the demon whispers. It looks like you’ve been busy. Laughter that sends shivers down my spine and a surge of wetness straight to my stretched out cunt. But have it your way.
I brace myself for what’s to come. Only the incubus doesn’t move, simply stares at me with glowing, inhuman eyes and a smug smirk all over its face. My cheeks are flushed from both embarrassment and arousal.
Why isn’t it moving?
“Well?” I snarl, impatient. It’s taking a monumental effort to keep my hips still. “What are you waiting for?"
For you.
Helpless fury and lust warred for dominance inside me; I shifted my weight and immediately let out a soft gasp as the movement sank me down further on the demon’s cock. It feels so fucking good that, for a moment, the world around me narrows down to the fullness in my cunt. I struggle to find my voice.
“Then you’re going to be waiting for a long fucking time."
A test of wills, then.
The creature sounds delighted. Its long tail wraps around my waist, raising goosebumps along my skin. I force myself to be still, stoic, as the tip of its tail begins teasing my nipples. I’m so sensitive there, it’s almost impossible for my body not to respond and an answering wetness to form between my legs.
“I’m going to get you for this,” I tell the demon from between clenched teeth. Desperation is gnawing at me; the need to move is getting harder to ignore. And the demon—fuck, the beast laughs tauntingly, seeming completely unaffected as its tail continues to torment me.
You will break, it promises me. It is only a matter of when.
Any retort I might make is cut off as the incubus begins to play with my clit. My entire body tightens in response, drawing a pleased growl from the creature. Inside me, I can feel its cock harden impossibly further, stretching me even wider.
I’m dying to move. My thighs are trembling from keeping still, my hands clenching hard enough on the demon’s shoulders to leave bruises on a human. The demon doesn’t flinch.
Submit.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. My tits are heaving with my every breath. The demon is watching me, smug smirk all over its face, as it ghosts its touch over my clit, tormenting me. My entire body is straining against the need to move, a battle I’ll surely lose if the creature keeps this up for much longer.
“I’m… I’m gonna get you… get you for this,” I grit out.
Wicked laughter that crawls over my skin and sends an unwelcome jolt of lust straight to my core. It’s impossible for the demon not to feel how wet and slick I am; it gives me a ghoulish grin.
You already have me, little whore. Right here inside your greedy cunt. Can’t you feel me?
It shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does to hear the incubus talk to me that. Trickery, that’s all it can be. The beast is using its powers on me, weakening my will and addling my wits. I know that I won’t be able to withstand it for much longer. Perhaps, if I give in now, I’ll have enough of my faculties to deal with the demon once and for all.
That’s what I tell myself, anyway.
Glaring down at the demon, I begin to move. A loud, slutty moan escapes me almost immediately. I can feel its cock throbbing inside me, and I spare a moment to be grateful that at least I’m not the only one so affected.
And that’s when it occurs to me...
The incubus still isn’t moving. In the weeks since its been coming to visit me, its never done that before. Is it because it… can’t?
Maybe tonight I’m the one setting the pace.
The thought shatters the remnants of my control. I place my hands flat on the creatures chest for balance and fuck myself down on its cock, using it like a toy. Bouncing up and down, the demon is helpless beneath me, completely at my mercy as I use its massive prick for my own pleasure.
“Uh uh uh, fuck, uh, fuck."
Its tail is still around my waist, cupping my tits and squeezing my nipples as I relentlessly fuck down on its cock.
More, the creatures groans.. Harder.
As loathe as I am to obey its commands, I can’t help doing as it tells me. I need more, I need it harder; my thighs are trembling as I work myself up and down the demons girth, stretching myself out in the most exquisite agony. My cunt tightens around the creature, greedily milking it until I cry out as my orgasm rips through me.
“Ngh, fuck, fu… fuck, fuck."
I’m bucking against the incubus, my greedy cunt sucking and slurping at its cock as the world around me threatens to go dark. It’s too much and not enough, and I don’t think I can take any more..
The demon'ss hands are around my waist, taking over as my strength flags. Tables turning between us once again, I’m now at the mercy of the demon as it uses its enormous strength to work me up and down its cock. The beast sets a punishing pace, jerking me up and down like I’m a ragdoll, a toy built for its pleasure.
I can feel the demon’s cock hardening even further, and I know that its about to cum.
“Yes, now, do it now,” I babble.
That’s good, little whore, it rumbles. Beg.
And so I do. I beg until the demon cums inside me, emptying its balls until my tummy is swollen and distended. I keep begging for it to do it again and again.
And when the sun finally comes up and the creature pulls out of my poor, abused hole, I beg for it to come back.
I'm about to say something really unhinged but imagine if like all seating in public places (benches, restaurant chairs, university classroom desks, public transportation, etc.) were divided between male and female seats and this was strictly enforced. Now imagine that every seat designated for females had some type of phallic, dildo-like object fixed on where she has to sit. The protruding objects would come in a huge variety of shapes and sizes, from 2 inches tall and 1 inch around to 10 inches long with a 4 inch girth. Some are smooth, some are ribbed, some are curved, some have bulbous heads, some have bumps, etc! And every time a female went somewhere where she would have to sit, she would have to move her skirt to the side and sit on the object, as that's the rules of polite society. ❤️
Shy girls attending uni would scramble on the first day of classes to pick their seat first to ensure they don't get stuck sitting on the 10-inch hammer for the rest of the year.
Women squirming in movie theater seats during exciting movies, or crying out during horror films in such a way that you're not sure if it was the jumpscare or something else.
A sweet looking girl on the subway trying not to cry because she was late this morning and the phallus in the only seat left was bigger than she's used to and the vibrations from the car are making it feel sooo good.
Imagine sitting across a girl on a first date in a restaurant. She arrived and sat before you did so didn't see what was in her chair and your mind is going wild imagining what kind of object is filling your date right across from you. The date goes well and as the night goes on and the flirting gets heavier you can notice her slowly rocking her hips and her breathing get uneven and you get to decide if you want to take her away from there or let her sit and stay and unravel deliciously here in front of everyone.
So, my fwb is a pleasure dom, and super fucking good at it.
It's only the second time we've had sex, but the first time I've been eaten out, and dear god it was so good I blacked out for a second. I think she made me cum at least 4 times with just her mouth.
She then decided I should learn how to give a blow job and had me practice on her thumb while I recuperated a bit. I could barely fit her in my mouth, but I definitely enjoyed sucking dick more than I thought I would, actually I think I might love it.
She fingered me for a little while and gave my tits some hickeys, and then fucked me so hard I'm still feeling it two days later, and I can't stop thinking about her voice when she came.
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the doctor said you have to stretch me out nice and slow. yeah for the muscle tension. yeah no she said it has to be inside. as many fingers and you can fit. you gotta tell me how good im taking it too
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you wake up groggily strapped down to a medical table, your arms and body strapped down together while your legs are positioned in stirrups and forced apart. you can't move from your newfound position and realize that your lower half is covered by a medical drape and nothing more.
the nurse walks in, his face half obstructed by a mask. he doesn't say anything as he simple ignores your muffled cries and proceeds to grab gloves and takes a seat near the stirrups, right where you can't see what he's doing.
soon enough a gloved finger is pushed inside of your boycunt, causing you to try to trash and yell despite not being able to do either thing. it slowly prods your inner walls, making sure it's nice and lubed before forcing another finger in.
the fingers slowly work you up from the inside, your cunt clenching around them as the nurse also starts to play with your tdick. you do your best to try to try to move more, hoping that they'll slip out in the process of assaulting you but only managing to fuck yourself more on the invading physical.
before you know it the fingers are pulled out and your body shudders at the intense feeling, trying to clench on the sudden emptiness left from where they were in you.
and then pressure.
a cold object is pushed into your cunt, pressure increasing as it clicks open and holds you open lewdly for the nurse to inspect. while you try to adjust to the speculum inside, your tdick is suddenly being rubbed again with some sort of gel. soon enough it's tingling and throbbing with need, making you twitch and clench harder on the medical tool forced inside of you.
you can't tell what's going on but soon enough feel something deeper in you. deeper than you've ever felt anything before. if you weren't gagged you'd be making lewd noises of pleasure from how intense it was feeling despite it being one of your greatest fears. and then the thing assaulting your cervix starts to slip in.
your body shudders and twitches and tries to clench to somehow prevent it from happening but you can't stop it at this rate. it slips into your uterus, filling you up in a way you didn't know was possible. and then it starts to shift and move. as if it's alive.
the speculum is slowly pulled out and your left with the feeling of some sort of creature inside of you, filling you up and slowly expanding your uterus- your lower stomach pushing out some as it does. your cunt still clenches around nothing, your tdick throbbing from the gel applied to it. you try to buck up for any kind of relief or pleasure or anything but only feel the thing inside of you moving around causing you to groan further into the gag. it's intense and overwhelming and you hate how hot it feels.
it's only then that the nurse finally speaks for the first time:
"Patient has been fully inseminated and showing positive signs of implantation. We'll continue to monitor the gestation cycle and report back."
Presented without comment.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
I’m fucking drooling.
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