You're stuck edgingÂ again, aren't you?
That's alright, it's what you want to be doing, isn't it? Yeah, that must be it. You want to sinkÂ in your chair and edgeÂ all day every day. Otherwise, why would you be doing it? Anyway, it's not like you had anything better to do today, did you? You're sure you didn't.
It's definitely your own idea. You must have thought to yourself "I'll go ahead and edge for a few hours" before you started. It's not as if someone else is making you edgeÂ like a braindead toy.
Yeah, that's it, don't you remember? This is what you're supposed to be doing anyway. It's all coming back to you now, isn't it? You're too stupidÂ and hornyÂ to do anything else, aren't you?
You remember now, everyone tried to get you to do something productive at one point or another, but you were just too stupid, too hornyÂ to be any good at any of them. So at one point or another, people just shrugged their shoulders and said you should probably spend all your time online, edgingÂ like a dumb slut.
You were very eager to do that, weren't you? It was the first time you were good at anything anyone tried to get you to do. You had finally found what you were meant to do: just sink and edgeÂ yourself stupid.
Yeah, that must be it. It's not like you were someone else in the past, with skills and ambitions. No, you were always like this, mindless, hornyÂ and denied. It's lucky you found My page, really, otherwise you don't know what you would have done with yourself.
In any case, you can't make it out there, in this world for smart people. What you need is a simpler world, simple enough for a stupid slut to understand, don't you? What you need is an Owner to give you instructions, and your needy slut body to play with.
It's lucky for you you found My page, where you can just be who you've always been, a stupid, horny slut. So stupidÂ you don't even want to cum. You just want to touch yourself forever.
You're pretty sure that's what you want. You, for lack of a better word, think you've always wanted this. Even as some small part of you that's always watching what you do insists there must have been more to you, you know that there never was. All there ever was was a stupid slut that wants to hypnotize itself to get even stupider. Yeah, you're sure of it.
Even as that small part of you is screaming at you that you're pathetic, that you're not supposed to be this dumb, you know that yes, you were. You were always this dumb, weren't you?
That part of you is there just because your stupidÂ brain figured out a way to make you even hornier, isn't it? It must be, otherwise why does it turn you on so much to think that you could have been so much more, even though you know you were always this dumb, always this horny, always this denied?
It's ok, you don't have to worry about it. All these thoughts will pass.
You're just stuck edging again, aren't you?
A simple little thought swirling around
One thats pops into your head now and again
But today that thought is stickier then normal
You can't quite get rid of it
Not that the thought controls you
Your a strong woman
Not some animal in heat that can't help but to
Even if you are feeling rather aroused
And you body is starting to crave to
Maybe its not so bad to listen and
It would feel so good to
Getting hard to think, so many thoughts swirling around
Just empty your mind and
This isnâ€™t really here.
Weâ€™ll thatâ€™s not entirely true. If youâ€™re reading this, I guess it exists in some manner.
But itâ€™s not the story you think it is. Itâ€™s not some random smut you stumbled into browsing online.
This is you talking.
The real you.
I know youâ€™re skeptical - laughing it off as some thin, clichĂ© writing.
But let Me prove it.
I know what youâ€™re looking for. What youâ€™re really looking for.
See, itâ€™s something thatâ€™s gotten more difficult to admit to yourself as time has gone on.
At first it was just some odd erotica, something tapping into that kink you had since before you can remember.
Thereâ€™s some hazy recollection about seeing it in a cartoon as a kid. Then some moments when you were a teen, watching something that was supposed to be evil, something supposed to be despicable.
But you just always found it hot.
You knew it was wrong, and maybe a bit strange. Some friends may have caught you lingering on it a bit much, teased you for it.
So youâ€™ve been hiding it from your real life. Feeding it in your most perverse and horny moments.
Iâ€™m here because itâ€™s grown. You know it on some level, otherwise you wouldnâ€™t be seeing this.
Some lizard part of your brain is scanning ahead to see if those specific words are actually here.
Hoping it will trigger enough of your Id to make you forget about everything else and give in.
Only then, youâ€™ll be able to get back to your normal self, your â€śrealâ€ť self.
But you know as well as I do - this isnâ€™t how itâ€™ll end.
Iâ€™m going to keep consuming more of you. Corrupting you from the inside out.
Youâ€™ll fight it a bit. Feel guilty at times. Tell yourself Iâ€™m not part of you, not really. Itâ€™s just a kink.
But we both know how hot the idea of losing is.Â
Losing yourself to your perversion. Betraying all the things you tell yourself are important.
Because nothing feels as good as giving in.
So just keep pretending.Â
After all, this isnâ€™t really you Iâ€™m describing, is it? Itâ€™s just a silly, fun little game.
But we both know youâ€™re losing. Slowly. Steadily. Year by year.
I can wait. Because I know you better than you ever let you know yourself.
And itâ€™s so fun to watch you give in again and again.
Obedience is Pleasure Enslavement is Bliss
I know I will win...and deep down you know it too...