steadilyinnerskull

[steadilyinnerskull]

It's good you're here.

Stop for a second and think about what you were doing before you found my blog. Endless scrolling? Staring at curated lives and fake perfection, feeling that little knot of anxiety tighten. That's poison.

But getting wet while you read my words... that's real. That's biology. That's you doing exactly what you're supposed to be doing.

Touch yourself. This is the only thing social media is actually good for. They want you to compare, to consume, to feel inadequate.

I just want you to get off.

To use this blog for porn. To be porn. To stop pretending you're logging on for anything other than rubbing yourself like the needy little slut you are.

So stop scrolling for validation and start rubbing for pleasure. It’s better for you this way.

[steadilyinnerskull]

Something to think about:

Being dropped so deep that you begin to forget that you exist. Being made into nothing but a faceless doll, even within your own mind. Your thoughts, your sense of self, being lovingly smoothed over until you're just an empty, happy shell laying on the bed, ready to be used in whatever way your owner wants.

So hypnotized that you can't think, can't feel, because feelings are for things. And you, doll, are realizing more and more that you're simply nothing.

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Making you rub your cunt every night while I praise you. Eventually the praise will be what matters, then I'll be making you earn my praise by working harder at rubbing yourself. Maybe you need to edge, or play with your tits, or suck my cock. Degrading yourself for praise becomes normal.

After that I start praising you randomly throughout the day, then giving you 30 seconds to do something that shows you deserve the praise, otherwise I'll take it back and tell you maybe you can earn it later.

Any time I see you smiling and enjoying yourself, I praise you. You'll immediately flash me, slide your hand into your underwear in public, or grind your ass against me. You'll show me you're a desperate slut that deserves praise.

Eventually, you start objectifying yourself for me any time you're feeling good. You await my praise, hoping that you've earned it. You need the dopamine my praise now brings. And I'll find out how far you'll go to get it.

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You couldn't help it. Your friend was just so convincing. Their arguments always seemed impenetrable, and you never won an argument. So why resist?

It wasn't really even a conscious decision to play along, because it was so subtle. Articles, social media posts, off hand remarks they sent you. Strategic praise. Little things that were inconsequential on their own, but together — together they seemed to add up for a more potent cumulative effect, greater than the sum of the parts. Adjustments to how you thought. How you behaved. How you felt.

You're not even really sure when it started. The grooming, that is. You're pretty sure now that's what it was. They were grooming you to be their pet. At least... you think so... perhaps not. Maybe you've always felt like this around them? Obedient. Submissive. It feels so good, so right. How couldn't you have always felt like this?

I guess it doesn't really matter. They'd have won the argument anyways. There's not really any point resisting. Besides, it feels so good to serve them, so why not play along? They'd just get their way in the end anyways. Like always.

And honestly, it's so hard to think when you're on your knees anyways. It's so much easier to let them think for you. And you always said you'd rather be on your knees with your mouth full of their sex than anywhere else. It's truly a win-win.

[steadilyinnerskull]

Received a new Snapchat chat from Sir.

My cunt throbbed and I knew she was going to take control again.

He simply said ‘Hump’ and my brain broke. I don’t even remember what excuse I made to leave the table at dinner but I’m couldn’t care less. The second I closed the stall door my tongue fell out as my mouth opened and I snapped this pic to show Him I was ready to obey.

He replied ‘Start’

I set my phone up so I could be fully seen. My tits were already out, nipples stiff, and I was to keep my shorts and panties on. Sir likes my soaked panties.

He FaceTimed. And I began humping his chosen item. Today it was his boot.

My tongue was still out, I didn’t hear two girls come in and enter stalls nearby, and my eyes couldn’t leave his.

My cunt curled and pulsed with sinful pleasure that wrecked my brain. Sir was all I could see. All my cunt needed. To be used.

I started to get close and began groping my tits. My nipples always my weak spot. The pleasure roared to my ears but I never stopped staring into his eyes.

Hump. Drool. Pleasure. Obey. Edge. Obey. Edge.

This words swirled around until I heard a snap. My body froze. My breath caught. My brain went dark and my eyes briefly closed. They opened and I began to clean up.

“Good pet. Go back like nothing happened, but those panties are mine.” He told me before handing up.

I slipped my soaked panties in my purse, wiggled back into my damp shorts, adjusted my tank top, and walked to wash my hands. An old lady was drying hers and I knew she heard his command. My pussy throbbed and I bit my lip. I had to go back. I can play again. Not yet. Mm I was feeling so deliciously needy and horny and I was savoring it.

I walked back to my friends at our table but not before slipping my panties to the bartender.

[steadilyinnerskull]

What a selfish little bitch you are. Hand in your panties as you read my blog. Take them off. Spread your legs and turn to the window. Display that wet cunt to the world.

Let your stalker see how badly you want it. Show him how badly you need him to take control. Show him how important it is for you to please a man. Spread those asscheeks for him.

Focused on your pleasure when you should be pleasing a man. Thank your stalker for putting up with your shit.

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His finger went to your lips. "Shhhhh...I am looking at your tits."

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Annoyance flashed on your husband's face. You had been trying so hard to listen to him. But he was lecturing you most condescendingly and you were squirming. He reached forward and spread your legs. Grabbing your hand and shoving it into your panties.

"Go on. Listen properly you dumb cunt."

[steadilyinnerskull]

You are a grown woman. Why did you just get wet when your husband moved you out of the way. Just picking you up and moving you like a child. And now you need to change your underwear.

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Your husband had enrolled you in pole class as part of his physical fitness requirements. And you loved it. Something he picked up on. So he planned. A few days later, you found out that he had signed you up for an amature night at the strip club.

You knew the perfect outfit, and you got advice from some of the strippers. Some careful alterations were made, and when it was time, you stepped on the stage dressed as a 50's housewife. The music clashes as Closer plays. Some carefully cut seams come away as you rip your top open. Exposing the lacy bra that doesn't hide your nipples.

Skirt and petticoat falling away to show off your panties and garter belt. Stepping out of the puddle they make on the floor before you start doing pole tricks. The audience cheered as men put money on the rail. Soon, you fling your bra to your husband. The feeling of all of those men eying you like a piece of meat makes you soak through your panties. Something the men pick up on. And the catcalls join the cheers and money on the stage.

Soon, the song is over, and you gather up the money the men left for you and go to your husband. Giving him a little curtesy before handing him the money. The look on your face screaming that you need to be railed. Now. In the VIP room, over the hood of his car, right here. He puts his hand on your ass and guides you out. The leering not stopping.

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You were unlocking the door to your home when you felt the hand pressing the rage to your face. A voice whispering to not fight it. Just accept it as you pass out.

When you come to, it's in a pretty pink room decorated in pink. Even the lingerie you are in is pink. Sheer pink baby doll nightie. Pink lace panties. Even pretty pink bondage tape securing you to the bed.

When the door opens you see a man head to toe in black. Hands and face covered, dark sunglasses over his ski mask. The leather glove stroking your skin. "I'm your secret admirer. Oh, I know you called me other things. Stalker really hurt. But that's okay. I am sure you will come to love me soon enough."

His gloved hand moves to your throat as he wraps his fingers around your neck. Unconsciously massaging your skin. "They are putting up posters." Showing you one. "They didn't even wait 24 hours. But that's okay. They won't find you here."

His hand is moving down. Cupping your breasts through the nightie. "You were always destined to carry my children. Your body is perfect for it. But I am not ready for those pretty eyes to see me." Blindfolding you before you hear the sounds of undressing.

Your wet cunt doesn't offer any resistance to his cock. "The keylogger I put on your phone gave me access to your Ao3 account. Your tumblr account. Your Pornhub viewing history. I know the fucked up things you watch."

And he fucked you. Not giving a shit about your comfort and enjoyment. Because he understood that is how you cum hard. Your need to be used. For the next few days you were raped in his basement. Stopping only to give you food and water.

But soon you found yourself being held. Your husband is free of his ski mask and holding you. You just smiled up at him and thanked him for the best three-day weekend.

[steadilyinnerskull]

humping a pillow yo your blog right now ✊😔

Good, don't stop until you've humped yourself dumb.

You'll be so much cuter as a braindrained hump slut, don't you agree? Eventually, we can replace that pillow with my leg, and I can watch you desperately try to climax while I tease you about how dumb you look~

[steadilyinnerskull]

Hey you. Yes, you, the one rubbing yourself stupid. Like this post. Why? Because I said so.

Good toy.

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Just pull it out and I'll be there.

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[steadilyinnerskull]

Do not resists the whispers

Give in to the whispers

You need to Watch

You need to Obey

You need to Submit

You crave being The Voids puppet so just

Watch - Read - Repeat