Today daddy was busy so he just wanted me to do my edges. I had to do 12 today. I got my wand out and started edging. The first few weren't that fast but after that they started to get faster and faster. The eleventh was so close that I had to stop for a few seconds. Then I started my twelfth edge. Despite taking a break, the edge happened so fast that i went just over the edge. I tried as hard as I could to stop it but it was to late. Cum started leaking out. It was a ruined orgasm. I feel ashamed...

Today I had to do 11 edges. Daddy had me do them while I was wearing a dress and tied spread eagle. He also had me insert a buttplug this time. I edged a bit faster with the buttplug in.

So there have been many people on this site that have been accused and even found guilty of being a guy and pretending to be a girl on this site and on oodles of sites online. What I am wondering is what to guys get out of doing this?

Now obviously girls get more responses and attention than guys do so you could assume maybe they want to get more dares. But the dares are designed for women and a lot of the time cannot even be done by a man so what purpose does this serve?
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Why do people think that it is okay to just send random messages asking for dares. I am not saying to not pm me because I love talking to people and there are a lot of interesting people. If you message me saying hi whats up I will certainly respond to you in a timely manner. But I get messages far too often either asking for me to give them a task for permission to cum (about 4-5 times per week) or asking for a dare/ to be a mistress (probably 6-8 times per week.)

This is too often and...

some fantasies better stay hidden ��

Eeek!!!!

So my bf and I are trying to spice up our bedtime routine - its usually quite samey. We have tea, curl on the sofa with my housemates and watch TV/Play board games (we are an ace team for cranium, articulate and monopoly), before heading to my room about 9pm. There we get into our pyjamas - and I mean this literally we both wear pyjamas, climb into bed and he whispers humiliating stuff that he would like me to do or would like to see while I blush and get aroused. But we don't...

I am a romantic slut. The slut part is easy. Except for some busy or sad phases I not only still have an intense sexual desire, I am also lazy and have a below average standard of keeping my space and stuff clean, as well as regarding my care for beautiful cloth and looks. And of course I have a filthy mind, quite a bunch of kinks and pretty dark fantasies.

But I am also romantic. Though I have supressed my sexual drive and kinks for decades due to a subconscious education about normal...