Inferior Edgewhore

I must read an entire full-length book, and I am not allowed to touch myself, watch or read porn, or play with anyone until I am done. No sexual stimulation at all, no loopholes, nothing. Not even humping, grinding, or answering asks. I must sit there and read as my needy cunt drips and throbs and remains denied.

Until I finish it, I will not be active. I beg of you, please send me asks so I can answer them later and tell everyone how hard and frustrating it is to try and be a normal girl instead of the shameful truth that I am a perverted, pathetic, addicted pornslut.

So you asked him how he would "tame" you. "I already have. That link you opened compromised your computer. From there your phone was easy. Did it not seem weird that you have only been watching your favorite porn scenes since then? Nothing new?"

Your jaw dropped as he continued to speak. "You weren't watching them but they are easier to make you think you did rather than making up whole new scenes. No you were watching spirals. With subliminals. Hypnotised each time."

You want to speak, to scream, to protest. You couldn't even move. "My method of brat taming is different than you are used to. Brats need to be broken internally. You need to punish yourself for your bad behavior. Call me a cocksucker. Go ahead."

You were suddenly free to do it. So you did with all of the venom you could muster. There was a loud noise and you were on the floor. You had been slapped hard enough to be knocked out of the chair. What horrifed you was it was your hand. You had hit yourself out of your seat.

"Go ahead. Think of destroying something to get my attention." You did. It took a moment to realize your hand was going up your skirt. Inside your panties. Your fingers finding your clit and squeezing it. You can't scream but tears fill your eyes.

"Brats are tedious. Tiresome. But don't worry. We will get rid of trashy alt look. Get your hair a nice blond. Some light blue contacts. Some modest implants. Do you think you'd be happy looking like Sydney Sweeney? Turn you into a simple little tradwife. But before that, we will have some fun. You can tell me how evil, how much of an asshole I am."

Without thinking you started. Then slapped yourself hard enough to see stars. "Don't worry. We'll reshape that rage to target other women. You are going watch yourself betray so many women" You try to fight. Try to resist and he can see it in your eyes.

"Oh don't worry about it. I'm not all evil. Everytime you do a good little submissive housewife thing, you get a little orgasm. Everytime you set up a woman to be traumatized, you get a better orgasm. And if you really scar them, like them cumming during rape will make you cum hard enough to squirt.

"Don't worry. The bitch I am replacing you with will be much happier. She will understand she depends on her man too much to disobey. And she will love every second. Before you ask, you already sent out an email to burn your bridges. Revealing every secret a friend told you. Every secret a family member would beg to keep secret. No one will report you missing. No one will care."

Me - Cunt clinches, gets wet