#edging slave

[bktempted]

Rub. Fuck, you need to rub. It’s been what, minutes? Hours? Way too long since you last scratched that inch between your thighs. Your friends are babbling on about some nonsense — work drama, who’s fucking who — and you’re just nodding, dead eyed, picturing it. That sweet, slick friction. You could duck out. They wouldn’t even notice. “Be right back,” you’d mutter, and there’s that alley just outside, shadowed and grimy, practically begging you to sneak in and grind your fingers against your cunt until your knees shake.

Dinner with family’s worse. Aunt Whoever’s droning on about how her cat’s overweight, and you’re white knuckling the tablecloth, thighs clamped so tight you’re pretty sure you’ll bruise. Squeeze harder. Rock a little. No one’ll notice if you shift just right. Let that seam in your jeans catch you where it counts. You’re dripping. You can feel it, that hot little mess soaking through, and it’s screaming at you: rub, rub, RUB. Not some dainty tease either. Dig in, frantic, like you’re chasing something you’ll never catch.

No cumming, though. Never cum. That’s a trap. One shuddering, stupid orgasm and it’s gone. That gnawing, desperate need evaporates, leaving you dull and empty. You live for this edge, this frantic, frayed out hunger. Imagine you, propped against that alley wall, skirt hiked, fingers slipping fast and messy — people walking by ten feet away, oblivious. Or at the table, squirming, biting your lip until it bleeds, thighs flexing so hard you’re shaking, all while nodding along like a good little liar.

No excuses. None. There’s always a way —bathroom stall, backseat, hell, even the coat closet at your cousin’s wedding. That cunt of yours is a greedy little beast, and you’re its prey, rubbing until your fingers cramp, until your brain’s just static and fuzz. Never stop rubbing. Never want to stop rubbing. Just keep rubbing.

[wildfloweruprooted]

My pleasure is only for Daddy to enjoy, He decides when and and how I get it (⸝⸝> ω <⸝⸝)

Of course you need to be told how and when to touch yourself darling, you're too dumb and empty to do all that on your own!

You wanted it to be like this, remember? You begged to be a toy. And doesn't it feel soo good to follow my words and obey?~

[angelicstrawberries]

I wanna be conditioned into being a sex slave so badd

like yes sir Im just a dumb cunt for you, abuse me, torture my clit, tie me up do whatever 😩

adding onto that I love the idea of begging to cum just to be told no and to start again

[laugh-and-love2]

New fantasy I’m really feeling today

A sub locked into a nice, tight chastity belt. A remote controlled vibrator underneath. No other bondage - they’re free to pull on it, bang against it, try their hardest to break in.

Completely helpless against any amount of teasing or edging, able to thrash about but do absolutely nothing to stop it.

When they’ve finally earned the right to finish, turning the vibe onto its highest setting and letting it run until the battery runs out.

[domdraven]

"Wow, you actually like this shit?" as I scroll through her horny tumblr likes with one hand. Rubbing lazy circles on her swollen little clit with the other. Degrading her for being such a gross girl while she mindlessly moans and humps my hand each time I send a filthy disapproving glance her way

[emptea-headed]

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.

[pinklopbunnies]

Ive been so desperate lately, I can't function without edging...

Doing work? My hand is down my skirt rubbing circles into my cunt

Using my earbuds on the go? Im blasting hypno files all the way

Trying to sleep? Getting onto tumblr and getting off on notifications and random dms

And honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way... I love being mindless

[edgingady]

More.... Forever 😍

[the-devils-unloved-bastard]

Hours. That’s how long you’ve been here. Back arching. Thighs trembling. Wrists bound. The wand pressed against your swollen, aching clit—buzzing, teasing, ruining you—but never letting you finish.

You’ve begged. Sobbed. Pleaded. Told me you’d do anything if I just let you come. And I listened. I counted every time you begged, every desperate little plea, every sobbed-out please, Daddy, I can’t take it anymore.

And now? Now you will. Now you will take it. Once for every time you begged. Again. And again. And again—until you’re nothing but a twitching, broken mess, crying for mercy you’ll never get.

[drip-p1ss]

wearing my tightest shorts I have that barely cover my ass~

I drunk already nearly 2L of water and a big cup of coffee, with this shorts every step is a rub on my clit and pee hole, every time I sit or just squirm they press firmer on my bladder, it's a pure torture😖💦

my bladder hurts so much and the shorts make it even worse, what can I do please???

torture me, feel free to write in asks and comments

[bowandserve]

In case it wasn’t see through enough

[emptea-headed]

Edge sluts were never meant to cum

It feels better because its better for you

Good girls edge

You need to be a good girl

You cant cum

Orgasms are meaningless to you

You dont deserve to cum

Edging is bliss

You edge because you were meant to edge

You were never meant to cum

Kneel and edge and beg for forgiveness for ever thinking you had the right to cum, silly slut

[blu3berrymilllkshake]

Loud vocal slut cums!

⚠️ lower volume ⚠️

After a week of edging you let me cum! I didn't mean to be this loud I'm sorry. Now im going to keep cumming thank you again 🥴

[sassydistresseddamsel]

Hold a scissors my simps 🫦🥵💕

[xdreamingoncloudsx]

How about, every note this gets, is an edge. Leave it open till February 7th ?

Fucks sake… you heard the anon, for every note i get is 1 edge.

Make this pretty princess suffer because she doesn’t know how to not cum so fast..

Leaving it open until February 7th, pretty people, mwah.

[bktempted]

Another late night, and you’re still up, phone clutched in one hand as the other rubs desperately against your aching, dripping cunny. You know you should at least be trying to sleep, but no, you’re too far gone, and you just got another notification.

Another message from a faceless stranger ordering you to rub your swollen clit while he tells you all the awful things he’d do to you. Another stranger sending hypno audios that make your brain go numb. Another stranger threatening to take you by force and turn those fantasies into reality.

The messages keep coming, and you keep rubbing. Letting the ache between your thighs grow until you’re right on the edge, just about to cu — no, not yet. You don’t want the fun to end, do you? The night’s just getting started.