I want to be used by some of the world’s cruelest masters to show off their techniques for holding a girl on the edge for as long as possible. They’re only focused on their craft and breaking the other records, they have no regard for the fact that I’m slowly losing my sanity strapped to the table and held on edge after edge for hours at a time.

I want to be captured on my walk home and wake up in a dark interrogation chamber, shackled to a bed, edged without mercy until the sheet under me is soaked. Promised an orgasm as soon as I tell them what I know, but they have the wrong person. I’ve never heard of anything they’re talking about in my life. I couldn’t talk even if they break me. And oh, will they break me.

I want to ignore all the warnings to stay out of the woods, rolling my eyes at the stories of the girls who lost their mind out here. I’m so sure it’s nonsense that I don’t really pay attention to what’s going on around me until it’s too late. I didn’t have a chance before the tentacles were around my arms, my legs, pinning me to the ground, moving up.. an ancient monster that feeds on girls’ arousal and desperation. Now I know the stories were all true, those girls really did lose their mind out here, and I’m next.

I want to accept a party invitation without knowing it’s a setup. I would accept a drink.. and wake up tied to a bed in a frat house by guys at my school. They’d all take turns edging me and seeing who could edge me the most without ever letting me cum. They don’t care that I can’t possibly take hours of this treatment because the winner gets a week to do whatever he wants with me.

I want to be a submissive wife to a sadistic and cruel man who leaves me locked in a chastity belt every time he goes away on business to make sure I’m keeping myself pure for him. It’s never been more than a night or two, and he always locks a deliciously frustrating toy inside me. But this time, his trip has been extended to two weeks, leaving me stranded without him… or the key. Or the same submissive wife being punished with denial to her breaking point

I want to be forced to hold a desperately full bladder for hours, twisting my legs together and holding as tight as I can to keep the leaking contained while you tell me to hold on for another hour.

I want to be caught cumming without permission so you take me to a seedy underground medical clinic and strapped to a rickety looking hospital bed with my legs spread wide. The doctor would come in, inject a syringe directly into my clit, and explain (over my screams) that it’s an experimental orgasm blocker that will leave me permanently close and permanently denied until the drug wears off… however long that may be!

If any of that sounds interesting to you, you know where to find me. Thank you for NOT calling me degrading names.