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Forced Misspelling

I saw a post on here the other day that I really liked and was ready to reblog it, but then I noticed that the caption had a very obvious mistake in the spelling and that is usually one of the quickest ways for me to lose interest in it (despite the fact that I know it happens to everyone).

But what I did start thinking about was the idea of selecting a few words, 4 or 5 in total, that I would instruct a sub on how to spell. These spellings would be intentionally wrong, but she would be instructed than anytime that she used them in the future that I would expect her to use the spelling I had given her.

There’s nothing inherently sexual about this command, but something about it really intrigues me. As a sadist, I know that most of the subs I have ever talked with would be driven crazy by this command to do something like that intentionally wrong based on my command. It’s enough of a mindfuck that it really appeals to me and would be curious how it would play out.

This shit is level 9000

Always glad to see people enjoying my ideas

Im not sure which side of this I’d want to be on….

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She waited outside the room, trying to maintain her arousal, to make sure she was right in the zone for what was about to happen. She didn’t know the details, they were a secret part of the process. But she did know that only a chosen few passed the trials she was about to endure. Perhaps one in five of the Novices like her.

She was scared. She wanted it so much. To be like the full members of the Order of St Margaret the Chaste. To dedicate her life to chastity and self-denial.

She understood, for the first time in a year, she’d be orgasming in that room. She’d heard the previous novice, and the one before her. But they’d failed. Perhaps they weren’t supposed to climax. She’d been told she would. Was it a test?

Either way, if she passed she knew one thing for certain. It would be the final orgasm before her vows. And so, her final one ever.

God help her.





I’m horny at work, so let’s play a little game:

The number of notes on this post by 6pm EST = number of times I have to edge before I’m allowed to orgasm again.

This might be the dumbest idea I’ve ever had. 1 hour left. 🙃

The next few weeks are going to suck in the best way. 

There’s a countdown in my bio, and I’ll be updating along the way. I apologize in advanced to anyone who hangs out with me in the next couple weeks… I’m going to be in a weird horny/desperate/slutty state of mind. 

I finished all 150. This bitch is orgasming tonight.

This has been a wonderful, beautiful, happy update.

Somehow I’ve missed the fabulous @misssmeat blog until now. What a wonderful example of enjoying edging and denial and just having loads of fun with it.

A highly recommended follow!



Got a new vibrator!! (http://www.ohmibod.com)

one can be controlled by an app on Sir’s phone from any distance. It
fits nicely in the shield and once the belt is locked on tight, there’s
nothing I can do to escape the vibrating. 🙂

When Sir turns it
on, I know that I need to stop what I’m doing and crawl over for some
sucking practice. I always start off by begging Sir (between sucks) to
please let me cum, and always end by begging even harder for him to
stop. The first time we played with it, he made me cum 4 times- which is
A LOT for me, so I was pretty sure I was going to die.

noticed that as long as I’m sucking the way I was trained, (meaning: I’m
not too distracted by my greedy pussy), he rewards me with my
particular request… But sometimes he just wants to hear me scream and
moan with cock deep in my throat, so he does what he wants no matter how
much I beg. After awhile I’m so overstimulated that I’m not sure what
I’m begging for anymore. 🙂

He also enjoys that most of the
time the end result is me wanting to have my ass used- either because
I’ve been teased for so long without being allowed to cum that I’m
willing to have any hole fucked just to have some relief… or because he
made me cum so many times that the pain of an ass fucking would be a
welcome distraction to even out the intensity of the vibrator.

toy has been very effective at encouraging me to focus on pleasing Sir
with  the expected amount of enthusiasm even if my pussy is getting a
little attention at the same time. 🙂

Who’s the girl in the mirror, 

is it me or someone else?

Bra off, hair down, carefree.

I can feel she loves herself.

It can’t be me, can it? 

She seems so far away.

Little baby steps he told me, 

but each one seems so big.

I look again.

It’s hidden by her hair, the link between us.

I reach up, touch what he’s had me wear.

I know the journey’s begun.

James – edging.space


Permission granted

“Call me. I want to hear you beg.”

His voice is calming like the sea, but equally dangerous. I’m weak when I hear him. He takes all my anxiety away.

I call him and I close my eyes.

“Please can I cum?”

“I’m not sure you really want to,” he says. I pout. “I’m not really sure I want to either,” I say. I’m already edging. After two months into denial I’ve become scared of cumming. Staying needy and wet is safe, familiar. An orgasm feels scary. But I’m really desperate. He can hear the wand and I quietly moan.

“Come on. You can get closer than that.”

I get closer and closer until I think I can’t hold it anymore, and he pulls me back. “Control your breathing. If you go over now, you’re ruining it.”

I whine, but pull back a little.

“Maybe I should just ruin you anyway.”

“Noooo, please, I want to cum.”

“What you want isn’t always what’s best for you.”

I want whatever he wants. If he tells me to stop now, I will cry but obey. I’ll do anything for him.

I get to the edge again. I get louder and more desperate and I start to beg again.

“Hmm, that’s better. Stay here for a bit.”

“Please, please, please let me cum, please Sir.”

“Shh, be quiet, I’m writing an email.”

I don’t know if he’s serious or not. The idea of him multitasking while making me beg turns me on and also annoys me. I don’t know how to feel. I go quiet.

“Stay on the edge,” he warns. “If you lose it, we’re stopping.”

I edge harder again. I get closer but try to stay quiet. It’s harder to go over like this. I’m not as close as I should be but I beg quietly, struggling to control myself and struggling to edge hard like this too.

“Good girl,” he says. “Cum for me now.”

But I’m not ready, I’m not close enough, and I panic. I press the wand down hard but he can hear that I’m not there yet.

“Come on. I told you to cum.”

I whine and moan. He can hear my desperation, I know he can, and I can hear the enjoyment in his voice. I’m scared he’ll take it away again. I think he did it on purpose.

“Don’t you want to cum? If you don’t, we’re stopping.”

He starts to count down from 10. It scares me but also helps me.

When he gets to four, I finally go over, and I scream. I haven’t cum in nearly two months. I’ve ruined every single time I’ve gone over. I don’t stop this time, with his voice in my ear. It’s amazing and entirely overwhelming. My clit isn’t used to this anymore. It hurts.

He stops counting. “Is that you cumming? Good girl.”

I cum hard, and as soon as it ends I want to cum again. I’m both grateful and scared when he tells me to turns the wand up to maximum.

I moan and scream and cry while he keeps talking. Good girl. Yes, this is what I wanted. Don’t stop. Harder.

I can’t respond, only scream, but I love everything he says.

I have three… maybe four orgasms. I nearly choke. I cry and try to stop. I beg him to let me stop but he tells me I can cum more. It hurts but it feels amazing.

When he finally tells me that’s enough, my heart is racing. He says sweet, loving things while I try to recover.

Finally, happy and pleased and thankful, I purr: “thank you, Sir.”

“You’re very welcome, sweetie.”

I love cumming. I want to do it again.

Wonderful, and very accurate account, well done sweetie.

But as for cumming again, wasn’t it the fact that it’d been two months that made it so good?

I wonder how it’d be after four…