Smut That Gets Me Off

Beating you because I enjoy it.

Cunt busting you because I enjoy it.

Slapping you in the face hard because I enjoy it

Using you like a toilet because I enjoy it.

Only fucking your ass and throat because I enjoy it.

Things like banning you from using furniture. Or removing your privacy by banning you from closing any doors. Eating out of a bowl at my feet, sleeping in a cage in a garage. Shaving your head and shackling you so you’re always chained in some way. Drinking water from a pet water dispenser. Bathing you by hosing you off in the yard. Training you to speak only when spoken to, and to always look towards the ground. Denying your orgasms (duh) and locking you in chastity. Modifying your body with cute piercings or new tits. Banning you from coffee, tea, and desserts.

Eventually even you, yourself, will start believing you’re not a person anymore. Just an owned, controlled creature.

Once I’m confident you’ve hit that state, I’ll force you to dress up nice for me and take you on a date to a nice restaurant. I’d love to see the panic in your eyes as you struggle to appear normal and human.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you remember loving this place? It’s one of your favorites, and it’s a regular date spot for us. Did you forget we go out together every week? You even picked the spot this week, babe.”

I don’t just want your obedience sweetheart, I want your whole mind. I want you to become addicted to degrading yourself for me, addicted to stripping away any dignity. You’ll do anything for my approval once you’re a dumb edge-slave for me, won’t you?

You aren’t a person anymore. You’re an object that I’m going to share with friends, expose, and degrade you until even you don’t recognize yourself anymore.

No, like is the wrong word. You don’t just like it, you crave it. You beg for it. You actively do things to show off and make me laugh in the hopes that I’ll do it some more. And that’s a level of pathetic I wouldn’t have imagined someone willing trying to inflict upon themselves for anything in the world. But here you are.

It takes some careful timing, a bit of nuance, but their mind is so open when they're asleep that within a couple days you've slipped in and taken root there, and from there you can tie their waking to an orgasm, gasping and rutting and making a mess all over their sheets.

They get used to that after a couple weeks, even if they comment on it a couple of time, how they haven't done that since they were a teenager.

Then you step it back, have them wake just on the brink of an orgasm, one that has them shoving their hand between their legs and rubbing themselves to completion before they even realize that's happening.

From that, it's moving them further and further from an orgasm when they wake, and making it harder and harder for them to cum, until they have to set themselves a second alarm because after they wake they'll lie in bed masturbating frantically until long past when they should be getting up.

Eventually, you stop letting them cum at all, even as they wake frantic and needy. They rub until their second alarm then, and sometimes even to the third they make themselves set, and then all through their morning shower. They sneak rubs in every moment they can, first when they think you're not looking and then, eventually, even when they know you are.

You want to wake up wet

You want to be needy

You want to struggle to think of anything other than your cunt

You want to beg to be allowed to touch

You want to have to say thank you for being denied

You want to feel yourself getting dumber and dumber

You want to know you can't stop

At first, it was just a noise. A little click He made when i blushed or squirmed. i thought it was just Him being playful.

But it started showing up at the worst times. He’d click and i'd be dripping through my panties. i spread my legs without thinking. i whimpered mid-sentence because my clit hurt from how needy i’d gotten. And every time, it made me wetter. Every. single. time.

i didn’t even notice what was happening. i thought i was just being a slut. Didn’t realize He was rewarding it. Reinforcing it. Training me.

Until the day He clicked, and my body snapped. Like a toy. i dropped to all fours, drooling, hips up, hole twitching — no thought, no hesitation, just desperation.

i didn’t think. i couldn’t. My brain was fogged, dripping out between my legs, and all i could hear was: click. click. good girl. click.

Now i cum when He clicks. i thank him for it or even beg him to please click. i'm a conditioned little thing now. His needy, broken little thing.

You have?

Because it got too overwhelming?

Because your mind is clouded by a horny fog?

Because your mind always drifts off to sexual thoughts?

Because you cannot focus anymore on anything else apart from having your next edge?

Because you change panties every few hours because they are soaked through?

Because your bedroom always smells of your cunt from constant edging?

Because even walking rubs so deliciously on your clit?

Because you find yourself with your hand in your panties more and more often without realizing?

Because edging became your new hobby?

Because you are starting to worry it might become to much?

Well, there is the problem.

You are thinking too much.

And there is an easy way to solve it.

Edge more.

Let these pesky thoughts just drip out.

No one needs all these worries.

So just stop thinking and start edging again.

If you arent already doing it while reading.

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