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I already know I’m yours. Still, you should prove it to me 🐯

Feeling extremely possessive today. You’re mine and I want you to know it.

ways to be a useful toy 🐯

Keep yourself in a constant state of arousal. That way, your body is always primed and ready for when sir wants to use it. This can be achieved by edging to keep yourself denied

Maintain hydration. At any moment, sir may want to use your mouth or your pussy for his pleasure. Sir may ask for you to start drooling without any warning. Having adequate lubrication at all times is an essential part of being useful

Stretch. Your body is intended to be used. This may mean being placed in a variety of positions that can pull on overlooked muscles. Maintaining flexibility will allow you to become a perfect object for sir’s use

Gag reflex training. While your mouth is useful for speaking, it is even more useful when it’s taking sir’s cock in your mouth as he fucks your throat. Training yourself to no longer have a gag reflex is one of the best features a useful toy can have

Practice balance. Sir may ask for you to stand or walk around on toes. Practicing in advance helps to prevent unwanted calf cramps

I’ve been trying to implement these tips, and I think sir is very pleased with me as a result 🐯

3 edges tonight:

The first was at 11:46pm and I was reading through the group scene post where you’re directing people on how to use me. I thought about that same set up but with one of the participants using a vibe on me.

The second was at 12:01am and I was thinking about us at a nightclub. The idea of lusting for you so openly with everybody watching was enough to get me right to the edge. For some reason, I kept thinking about the sensation of your fingers digging into my hips as I pressed myself against you. The third was at 12:09am. All it took was thinking of you whispering “atta girl” in my ear as you flogged me. If you were here, the slightest touch from you would send me over the edge. I’ll be sure to edge again in the morning so I’m absolutely insatiable for you when you arrive. Goodnight sir 🐯

Deny yourself for me, pet. Tonight and in the morning. Maybe more. Whatever it takes so that when I get back home, you are as insatiable for me as I feel for you right now. ❤️

Count your edges. I’ll ask you how many times you’ve edged, and if I like the number, I’ll let you cum.

If not… well, we’ll get you there 😈

Who’s to say I haven’t already been edging for you? Should I count the ones from the past two days or would you like me to start from zero?

Deny yourself for me, pet. Tonight and in the morning. Maybe more. Whatever it takes so that when I get back home, you are as insatiable for me as I feel for you right now. ❤️

Count your edges. I’ll ask you how many times you’ve edged, and if I like the number, I’ll let you cum.

If not… well, we’ll get you there 😈

I’m kneeling at the foot of sir’s bed, naked, tongue out, with a dildo buried in my pussy. He’s sitting cross legged in front of me. Casually observing me as I struggle not to cum. He sees my struggle and adds to it with with the occasional finger against my clit or pinch of my nipples. The stimulation makes it almost impossible not to cum. He knows this but challenges me anyway. He knows I won’t cum without his permission. That’s what makes me his good girl.

Because he wants me to be. Because whenever he asks me to present myself in a way that pleases him, I do it without hesitation.

1 day

4. the first two were as he was going down on me with a finger buried inside me. With no words I couldn’t communicate in my usual way. Frantically repeating “I’m going to cum.” This only brought me closer to the edge. The last two were with the dildo. Sliding forward causes it to press against my walls and the friction is almost too much for me.

Yes I’ve been good. I’ve been working so hard to please sir by presenting myself so prettily to him. I keep myself in the kneeling position that he wants despite the discomfort in my knees and ankles. I’ve been so obedient and haven’t cum despite how much I want to. I’ve continued to keep my tongue out while writing my responses no matter how much I drool. All because sir wants me to.

Not anything, but I would give a lot. I would trade edges for an orgasm. I would give up the dildo for a month. I would promise to not touch myself for an entire month. I would trade 30 flogs. I’m sure if asked, I could come up with more options.

I shouldn’t if it isn’t what sir wants. If he’d rather keep me denied while he’s on his trip so I’m extra horny and needy when he gets back then I shouldn’t cum tonight. I also put my tongue back in my mouth when I shouldn’t have which requires punishment. That could warrant me not coming tonight.

You want to try public play? Let’s start here:

What are you doing right now? Describe the scene.

Why are you in this situation?

How long has it been since your last orgasm?

How many edges has it been? List them out.

Have you been good? How so?

What would you give to have a chance to cum?

Why should you not?

Don’t tell me. Tell them.

Tongue out as you type, please. 😘

it was a bad day

I’m trying something new. My default reaction to unfavorable outcomes is to damage control the bad emotions quickly and put as much distance from the situation as possible. To me, the negative emotions that I may experience are ephemeral, and if I just give myself enough time, they will naturally resolve with minimal effort. I imagine that’s why I have such a difficult time viewing journaling as an effective coping method. It immortalizes a bad experience when all I want to do is forget about it.

With that said, I think there are some valuable things to gain from doing it, so I want to attempt it here. Today was a bad day. Realistically, I think there have been various bad events recently that aggregated to make today feel really shitty.

1) I was rejected from Stanford and Boston University. At no point in this process did I think that I would get accepted to Stanford so I was mostly unfazed by the rejection. Boston University, however, did feel within my reach so getting that email stung a little more.

2) there’s been this relentless feeling of having so many restrictions/limitations on doing the things that I want. Between frequently getting held up at work, the days being shorter, needing to balance my time between friends, family, and my boyfriend, I just get the overwhelming sense that there aren’t enough hours in the day. 3) I feel like I should be improving in so many aspects of my life, but I’m not. I told myself that once I was done with my secondaries, my schedule would just open up and I’d be able to do all the things that I’d set aside in favor of prioritizing medical school. And yet here I am with no secondaries to do but still feeling like I’ve made no measurable progress in certain arenas of my life. (2 and 3 feel related)

4) I continue to struggle with getting my relationship with my sister to a place that I’m happy and comfortable with. Because of that, time devoted to her and my nephew sometimes leave me feeling agitated. This agitation can then extend to my parents. 5) I went in for my annual physical and I got my covid booster and flu shot. The shots in combination wrecked me and left me feeling physically ruined for about 48 hours. After the aches and pains subsided though, I developed a sore throat that has been lingering. Mild enough to not be debilitating but significant enough to annoy me. It’s not the end of the world, but thinking that I may be sick during the Orlando trip is probably upsetting me more than I want to admit. 6) I broke a nail and I got a hole in one of my favorite shoes 😕

All of these things in combination resulted in me reacting poorly to a rather trivial situation this morning. While I was on the phone with my boyfriend during my commute, my mom called to do our morning check in. I answered her and she proceeded to vent some of her frustrations about my sister and her divorce. The conversation was brief and I quickly called my boyfriend back. I had it in my mind that I would tell him the details and he would weigh in on the situation with his opinion. Especially considering that last night we didn’t get a chance to talk about some of the things that I wanted to. But the conversation was steered in a different direction and I found myself frustrated at how asymmetric the conversation felt. At the time, I was simmering in my frustration, unable to redirect the conversation to a place that I was happier with, withdrawing more and more as time went on.

At the time, I blamed the outcome of the conversation on my boyfriend’s personality, citing that his ability to mobilize his thoughts quicker than me allowed for him to dominate a conversation and fill it with endless thoughts of his own choosing. Now I realize that while that may be true, it’s hardly the entire picture. A conversation doesn’t end like that because he can think of more to say in a quicker timeframe. It ends like that because I never make it known to him that I have something that I want to say. No person, not even the love of my life, is responsible for knowing what I want at any given time. It is my responsibility to make what I want known. The difficulty that I have with being able to ask for what I want is a different beast and one that I’ll be saving for a different journaling attempt. But for now, I’m happy to have identified something that needs improvement.

So it was a bad day. But I’m glad that it was because it means that we have work to do. But it also proved that the two of us are in this together to do that work. That is exactly the kind of relationship I want ♥️❤️

This was my experience when you texted me about how you wanted to try going down on me for 20-30 minutes

It’s too fun texting her perverted things while she’s in public. Sitting there reading the filthy things I want to do to her, telling her in detail how much I want to ruin her. But she’s just there, sitting and not being able to touch herself. Pressing her legs together, trying to make herself feel good in anyway she can but it’s still not enough, is it princess? It must be so frustrating being wet in public, unable to touch yourself, trying to hide the fact you’re going feral. God isn’t that the cutest little thing..

I’ve always wondered what it would be like to eat a girl out. I’ve only ever gone down on a guy, but I thought it would be cool to be able to compare the two experiences

Fuck, I really love eating pussy. Giving soft kisses to their lips before teasing their clit with my tongue, flicking softly, tasting their wetness, and just inhaling the lovely scent. Looking up at their face and watching their expressions morph into pleasure, their eyes rolling back and hearing them tell me, “Just like that, baby, fuck.” Feeling their thighs shake and tense when I start sucking and licking their clit, giving it so much attention. The feeling of their cunt dripping down my chin. Their moans getting louder and desperate when they get closer and closer to cumming. The way they grab my hair and hold my face down when they finally cum all over my lips. The way it just so delicious and lovely, and fuck

pretty

Did you ever think how pretty you would be as a captive slave? That you could just be in a cage or just tied up anywhere, naked and ready for whenever your master decides to use you.

I know you're wet reading this, the idea of being a sex toy just delights you and that is so…. Awesome. Someday you will be like this, bound, gagged and wet all day long for what it causes you to be just a pathetic sex toy.

this. I want you to push my body to its limits solely for your own gain. Just so I can show you how good of a toy I am for you

inspection/experiment kink but it’s about a new, slightly inexperienced dom using me to figure out what they like. blindfolding and tying me down carefully, watching me squirm for several long minutes before going god, that’s nice. starting to touch and grope me, growing bolder and bolder until i’m feeling thoroughly objectified, and hearing them say yeah, this is cute. it’s fun pretending you’re a toy like this. asking me to call them different names and titles while they’re edging me, and hearing their rushed inhale when i say the perfect one for them. say that again, pet.

topping and bottoming in different ways before deciding on what they prefer while i’m fucked out and oversensitized beneath them. writing all their newfound favorite pet names on me, until my skin is covered with fucktoy and pretty plaything and good mutt. fingering and stroking me until they’ve found out just how to drag the right whimpers and moans out of me; accidentally pinching my nipples a little too hard so that i yelp, and immediately saying oh, that one’s my favorite. pushing their fingers carefully down my throat until i start to gag, and then: aw, are those tears? they’re a good look on you.

raining slaps on my chest, my face, my thighs, until they’ve got the rhythm and technique down. forcing a particularly loud scream from me the first time you land a slap perfectly between my legs, and laughing in delight. fuck, darling. you know, i think i might be a sadist.

nothing makes me feel filthier than you making me talk when I’m choking on your fingers or your cock. It will get me dripping every time

“who owns this pussy baby? hm?

say it again i can’t hear you…

louder…

aww what’s the matter baby, can’t speak with your mouth full?

yeah? no no no, don’t try and pull away from me, tell me again, who owns this pussy?

you’re gonna stay right here and choke on my dick until you tell me”

I love you giving me the illusion of choice when you’re the one entirely in control

I want this. Badly. I think at first it would just be me putting on a show for you but by the end I would be doing it because I want it

I so love the dynamic of you standing over me while you use my body. Dominating me just with presence alone 🥵

my perspective

You had me on my knees, chest exposed, arms raised to my head. For a while I thought you would deny me the enjoyment of sucking your cock, and instead choose to keep me kneeling there just for your visual enjoyment. And for a moment I couldn’t tell what would arouse me more: being your fuck toy or being your very own work of art. But as I grew wet at the thought of you fucking my mouth, it became clear to me which option I wanted more.  

When you undid your pants, I felt the instinct to bring my hands down but quickly stopped myself. Wanting to use my hands to touch you while I sucked your cock but not being able to had me dripping. You placed no physical restrictions on my body and yet I was incapable of moving simply because you demanded it. The thought of how submissive I could become for you had me on the edge of orgasm without even being touched. 

The lack of my hands forced me to get creative. I had become so accustomed to a specific set of motions but I had been pulled out of my element. Initially I felt awkward. I thought my movements were jerky and lacking in rhythm. But I adjusted and began to lose myself in the feeling of your cock sliding against my tongue. I realized that without my hands, the moisture of my saliva could collect. The effect was a slippery silkiness that had me aching. I experimentally licked the length of your shaft and reveled in the way it made you shudder. You told me to do it more and the thought of pleasing you made me ravenous. I followed your directions without question for as long as you wanted it.  

But you stopped me to go close the curtain for additional privacy and I foolishly let my hands drop, thinking that the mood had broken. But you turned around and reminded me of my place with a simple “why  did you drop your arms?” My wetness had dropped to my inner thighs by that point. The thought of having broken a rule that could warrant punishment excited me. You eventually let me drop my hands and I had them placed on my thighs. Somewhere in the midst of all this I had the thought of moving my hand to touch myself. I wanted to. I almost ached with how badly I needed to be touched. But I knew I couldn’t. You hadn’t allowed it and i knew better than to do something without your permission. 

I don’t know how it happened but I found myself on my hands and knees. I can’t remember if you verbally told me to get in the position or if you physically put me in it. Either way I was thrilled. With each smack I got closer to orgasm. This is what I had always wanted. To be punished and degraded for some infraction. I lost myself in the number of spanks and a part of me wishes you had asked me to count them. I don’t think I would’ve been able to. Some part of my brain registered the wanton moans i released with every spank and a small part of my brain was concerned about someone hearing. Somehow the thought of people hearing you reduce me to a moaning whimpering mess only made me more aroused. I remember you telling me to look ahead and I realized that I had dropped my head inadvertently. When you grabbed a fistful of my hair with one hand I wondered if you would use your other to force your fingers into my mouth. I would’ve sucked automatically. Instead you leaned into my ear and whispered the most erotic things. I have never come without being touched but I wondered if those would be the words that finally made it happen. 

You brought me up off my hands and moved over to your chair. You invited me to kneel before you and suck your cock again. The thing I had always wanted. The position I wanted more than anything for so long. To be your desk pet. To lay at your feet pleasuring you until you told me to stop. The experience lived up to my every expectation. Everything in my brain had quieted. The singular thought was you and making you cum. Even when you did, I couldn’t help but keep my mouth entirely wrapped around your cock. A part of me hoped you would just let me be your cock warmer for a bit longer, but I knew the moment was over. 

I got up from my knees ready to lay next to you while I replayed the interaction in my head. I knew that in my haze of lust, I would forget details and I had the thought of asking you to write about it. Something I could reread and bring myself to orgasm over.   

But you began touching me. I was shocked and it must’ve shown because you said “I know what you’re thinking. I came so it must be over.” I nodded dumbly because I had been thinking exactly that but you clearly had other plans. Your hand moved to my underwear and gave the band a quick tug. “Off.” I’ve always loved that. With one simple word I just expose myself so fully to you without a second thought. All thoughts of modesty completely gone. You trace a finger up my slit, gathering up my wetness which you use to circle my clit. In an instant I’m coming. Once. Twice. Probably a third fourth and fifth if you let me. I’m always lost when you make me come. Completely reduced to incoherent begging. As I come down from my lust haze I know for sure that I’ll forget these details and so I ask “I know it’s a lot of work but could you write about this?” You give me a smile and a quick kiss on the nose, almost as if my request is childlike. As you agree and take me in your arms again my heart is warm and I’m complete. 

it all makes sense now

Sucking dick is good for edge sluts

Edging while getting someone off with your mouth is so nice. Knowing you cant cum, but that thick, warm cock in your mouth will and youre gonna be a good girl and drink up.

Giving head like your life depends on it. Moaning and sucking, up and down, wishing that cock was in your cunt instead.

Spending such pure quality time with you is a feeling unlike any other. In those two or three hours where we are completely oriented towards one another, I feel close to you in a way I can’t describe. The laughter, the physical touch, the conversation, they all fill my world with light and love. It’s these moments that make me think med school will be ok. We’ll be ok ♥️

I think I want the next orgasm you give me to be like this

this is what edging feels like to me. It’s like I’m standing on this precipice and at any moment something you say or do could be the thing that tips me over the edge. If you touched me tonight I would probably cum instantly

Imagine keeping yourself in low sustained arousal all the time... Waking up in the morning and finding your thighs wet and sticky, your chest being sensitive to the lightest touches, being one teasing comment away from ruining your underwear at any moment? Exactly how you're meant to be.

I’ve had this thought before 😈

this is called argument to moderation or the middle ground fallacy! It is truly one of the most easily debunked fallacies out there, and this graphic does a great job of achieving exactly that. But it did get me thinking about why the fallacy is so common in the first place.

my best guess is that a significant amount of time and effort goes into embedding children with the values of compromising, sharing, and reaching common ground, and in the elementary school setting, that approach is pretty dang important.

i.e friends Sally and Jenny spend recess together. Sally wants to go on the swings but Jenny wants to go on the slides during recess. Solution: what if the first half of recess they play on the swings and the second half they play on the slides. this line of thinking works incredibly well in the elementary school setting because it’s very rare that people of that age range are ever coming up with inherently “wrong” options or viewpoints. There’s nothing (from a moral values standpoint) that makes swings better than slides so there’s nothing wrong with treating them equally and creating a 50/50 solution. The trouble comes when we don’t move away from this line of thinking as thoughts develop and people can (and do) come up with morally wrong viewpoints. Having the skill of compromise in one’s tool belt is valuable, but it is not a standalone skill. It must be accompanied by an understanding of how to investigate which viewpoints are worth compromising for. It may feel uncomfortable, but knowing when not to relent is just as important as being open to change. I love the middle ground fallacy. thanks for coming to my ted talk 👹

This used to be a serious fantasy of mine. I mean, it probably still is, but now it’s hard to say whether this is just hot in theory or if I’d actually like it in practice. One the one hand, I do think the notion of doing some risqué and potentially getting caught is exciting and arousing. But my concern is that the fear of getting caught and facing real life consequences would kill the fun of it. I’m curious if there’s a way to simulate the mental states of a scenario like this while actually being in a controlled/consequence free environment.

oh you want me to fuck you somewhere risky huh? me dragging you to a stall and pulling your wet panties to the side while telling you to better shut up unless you want to get caught and force myself inside your cunt sounds good, right baby? i’ll use you so good that you can’t even try to keep your filthy sounds in. i wanna see you panic when someone comes in and watch your shaky hand covering your mouth. i’ll lean down to whisper in your ear “don’t try to act like you’re something else than a whore, sweetie. if you were actually decent, you’d be pushing me away but yet… your pretty pussy is sucking me in even more, she doesn’t want me to pull out hm?”

i’ll slow down to let you catch your breath and tell you to calm down cause the person outside is already gone. you’re so dumb and easy you’ll believe me but you’ll feel your heart drop when i spank your ass so hard that a voice asks “is everything okay?”

I think we do both pretty well ☺️

You can have both

Leaning over you, two fingers inside you, my hand over your mouth, whispering in your ear, telling you all the disgusting things I'm going to do to you.

🥵

“I’m so proud of you, baby. Look at my dirty girl getting off by just humping Daddy’s thigh. No, no, no, don’t turn away from me. There is no reason to be embarrassed; keep those gorgeous eyes right on me. That’s my good girl, just like that. Daddy really has turned you into such a dirty little toy, hasn’t he? Just look at you, precious. Completely naked on Daddy’s thigh, rubbing your needy little cunt till you get off.”

I want him to tie my legs apart, hold a vibrator on my pussy and then slap my sensitive clit <3

sometimes there’s this…

Imagine me softly jerking you off, my hand over your mouth muffling your moans.

Usually, I’d love to hear you darling, but today, I want to see how quiet you can be.

I want to touch your pretty cock until you cant take it anymore, looking at me, begging for permission to cum.

and other times, there’s this 👹

when they're loud as they cum. moaning, groaning, breathing heavily. let me hear that my holes are bringing you pleasure. let me hear that using me feels so good you're gonna shoot your load inside of me or onto my naked body. let me hear you, i beg you.