Take Me to the Edge. Hold Me There. Make Me Break.

Some people think submission is about obedience. About following orders, about falling to their knees, about physical control.

They don’t understand the deeper game.

Real control happens in the mind.

It starts with a whisper, a suggestion. The right words at the right moment, slipping past defenses before I even realize what’s happening. A slow, insidious pull, winding around my thoughts, pressing into my deepest desires, until I’m left in a haze of arousal, frustration, and helpless craving.

That’s what I need.

Someone who knows that teasing is an art form. That edging isn’t just denial—it’s control. That the longer you hold me there, the more I break, the more I become yours. Someone who knows how to press my buttons, how to stretch out my suffering, how to make my need so unbearable that I forget what it was like not to want.

Words alone can push me to the edge. A slow, steady unraveling. A taunting message, a cruelly timed command, a soft but merciless reminder that my pleasure is no longer my own. That every breath, every pulse, every drop of arousal belongs to you, and I’ll take whatever torment you decide to give me.

Maybe you’ll let me finish. Maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll keep me on edge so long that my mind starts slipping, that my thoughts start twisting, that I begin to crave this ache more than release itself.

Or maybe you’ll break me completely.

I wonder how long I’ll last.

Wouldn’t you like to find out?

About Me:

I crave the kind of control that lingers. The kind that isn’t just about orders or rules, but about getting inside my head and staying there. I want to be played with, teased, unraveled—dragged to the edge again and again until I don’t even remember what it felt like to be in control of my own pleasure.

I love denial. Edging. Frustration. Control that isn’t just physical, but mental. I want to be led into that desperate, aching haze where thoughts fade, where all that matters is your voice, your words, your power over me.

If you know how to tease, how to torment, how to break me down until I’m nothing but raw, desperate need… then I’m already yours.