Is It Bad That I Want To Buy A Pet Training Clicker And Force A Girl To Associate The Sound With Feelings

Things I want normalized in my next relationship:

Being naked at all times in the home

Being collared at all times inside and outside the home

Being plugged as much as possible inside and outside the home

Total orgasm denial with rules and oversight

Bathroom restrictions inside and outside the home

Eating and drinking from bowls on the floor

Furniture restrictions

Free use

Tasking

Being called by a pet name

Using the pronoun "it"

Being shared

Speech restrictions

Clothing restrictions outside the home

Sitting at his feet as much as possible outside the home

get me high and play with me until im a needy whiney mess. get me so high my limbs are useless and my brain is empty and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. drug me up and fuck me until you're satisfied <3 😵‍💫

where do I sign up for this

Once again wanting to take a girl, utterly destroy her personality and make her into something new.

Maybe a goth seductress

A horny librarian

A freaky hippy

Or a nerdy cum dumpster.

Can't decide. Maybe I'll have to choose at random, or dress her up on the various outfits to see what looks best.

"That's not fair, I think you..."

She can't even finish or even gasp as my hand claps over her mouth, and I say:

"Let me stop you right there, Princess." My words thick with condescension and disdain.

"First off, you don't fucking think. Because you don't have a fully functional brain. Case in point, you drink my cum and piss from a dog bowl on the floor and say thank you.

Secondly, fair? No one told you I was fair. Now shut the fuck up and go get yourself a drink from the bowl."

I want to be humiliated.

I talk all high and mighty and I've been told my confidence is unmatched in most situations. So fuck me so good that I'm blushing a stuttering like a virgin. Knock me down a couple pegs I dare you. Make my attitude stumble and force me into a corner where you're in control and I just have to hope you'll be merciful. Put me in a collar and make me bark and whine while I grind against a pillow. Have me grab household items and fuck myself on them for you and have me thank you for it. Edge me until a slight touch makes me squirt and cum all over myself. Have me beg for worse. Add me in a call with your friends without me knowing and have me perform like I'm a cheap whore that's only there to get you all off. Make me crawl around on all fours and moo like a cow with a bell around my neck and my udders and breeding holes being barely restricted by the cow print almost bikini you forced me in as soon as I woke up to you cumming in my asshole. Make me walk around with that cum dribbling out of me all day.

God-i just wanna be absolutely ruined-

(my dms and asks are always open)

“My favourite student.” The teacher remarks with a touch of sarcasm. “…You asked me to stay after class?” Nervously fidgeting on the other side of the desk, the student stands at attention in the empty classroom. “This isn’t the first time you’ve fallen asleep in my class. You always seem so interested in the subject, but lately I can tell your mind is wandering.”

The girl nods sheepishly. He continues; “I just wanted to check in with you, see if there’s anything I can do to help.” She bites her lower lip. A long pause, punctuated by a shake of the head. What’s she thinking of… The teacher tries to read the mind of his student. He sits her down at his desk to finish the work she missed during her nap.

They work in silence together. Occasionally, he looks over at her. Mindful of his student’s wellbeing, he tries to think of other ways to help.

It’s so warm in here. The fans aren’t enough. Maybe if I was a little more lax on the dress code... He stares at her chest. Let her unbutton her shirt some more, or even take it off. A shorter skirt. She doesn't need panties. What if she didn’t wear a bra, either? I could call her up to the front of the class, let the breeze waft through her legs. I could see her pussy through her thigh gap. He catches himself, pushing his inappropriate thoughts out of his mind.

Maybe she’s just undisciplined. Perhaps I’ve been too soft on her. An old-school punishment might help… She gets up for a drink of water. The teacher watches her bum sway back and forth as she walks. A firm spanking. Turn her ass pink. Bend her over my desk and tell her how naughty she is for misbehaving. Have her pull her skirt up. Show everyone what happens to bad girls. Slap her asscheeks raw. Pull her panties down and force my fingers into her little cunt. Snapping back from his fantasy, he rubs his eyes as she sits down at his desk again.

Does she respect me? Authority is important. Can’t have some brat getting out of line. His eyes roam over her small, light body. I should put her in her place. Push my cock deep in her throat, face-fuck her. That would show her who’s in charge. Grab her pigtails and pull her onto my dick. Use her little pussy as my cum dump. If I fuck her whenever I want, however I want, that should keep her in line. She won’t be so proud once I break her pussy on my cock.

“Sir? I finished my work…” His eyes shoot up from her body to her face. She smiles meekly as she pushes the schoolwork across the desk. “I really hope I did good… I do like your class a lot, and I’m sorry for causing trouble.” The girl apologizes bashfully. “I really appreciate the extra attention…”

“Yes, ahem, uh… anything I can do to help my students…” The teacher desperately tries to collect his thoughts. “Anything?” She chirps. “Can I have some tutoring? My family is out of town for a bit, so I have lots of time… and I think something more in depth would help.”

I've had this incredibly hot but oh so vile and depraved fantasy for so long. A fantasy in which I have a boyfriend and for one whole entire week a month, he gets to treat me however he wants and please. He can treat me like a child, like a doll, like I'm his maid, whatever he wants me to be, I have to become and act like that for a whole a week. But all I can really think of is him making me a sex slave, lesser then him, literal property. He gives me insane rules for a week that I must follow, such as, I'm not allowed to wear clothes, unless he says otherwise, I'm not allowed to speak, or walk like a human, just crawl and Bark. I eat, sleep, and act like a dog or bitch in heat for a whole week. What really gets my pussy wet tho, is the humiliation aspect of this whole thing. Just imagining him using me as a urinal for the whole entire week, pissing on my face, in my mouth and making me swallow or gurgle it before letting it spill all on my body, pissing on my tits and stomach or my pussy. Better yet, pissing in my pussy, just using my pussy as his personal urinal and cumdump, but this piss kink humiliation goes both ways. Since I'm not human to him for this entire week, he tells me I'm only allowed to piss wherever I am. In the kitchen cooking and need to piss? I just piss right then and there. On the couch watching TV? I get on top the table and piss right there, but that's only if I'm given permission, cause before I can even think of relieving myself I gotta ask first. And after I piss myself like a dumb whore for him, he makes me lick it up while I finger my own pussy, all the while he's laughing at me degrading me on how licking up my own piss gets me wet and horny. If we're out in public, he'll make me go panty and braless, always with a vibrator in my cunt on low settings, if I have to piss but there's no family bathroom around, he makes me hold it, if there is, he'll allow me to go, but only if I do it squatting over the toilet legs spread, tounge out and panting like a dumb puppy whore. But the humiliation doesn't stop there, he wants to ensure I feel stupid, pathetic and worthless. So for that whole entire week, I have to eat lunch and dinner with his cum all over my food and all in my drink, for breakfast, I have to make myself squirt on my food before I can eat and if I can't do it, then I don't get to eat breakfast. If he wanted to, he could leave our apartment unlocked for the entire week and pimp me out to whomever wants me, advertising me as a slut who likes to get gangbanged, making money off of every guy who comes and uses me. There's so much that could happen within this one week, and unless it's dangerous, harmful, or life threatening, I can't (and probably won't) protest against. After that week is over, he goes back to being a loving, caring, sweet, attentive and understanding boyfriend who makes me feel human and equal to him. God this fantasy makes me so fucking wet, I really wish I had a boyfriend to enact this with. I I'd probably be so fucking happy, and looking forward to this week, wondering what he had in-store for me

it's kinda concerning how addicted I've gotten to having my tongue out and my eyes rolled up while I touch now, how am I ever supposed to explain this to anyone 😭

You okay with sexual asks?

i absolutely am!

thinking lots abt how much calling ur degradee "porn" just hits

"You are fucking porn."

You're literally the most disposable, plentiful, and accessible thing.

You're an unrealistic, fetishized image to be consumed and quickly forgotten.

Your base existence is to arouse and allure with a portrait of something we all want and crave. Sex.

Not a person, not someone with aspirations or a valued member of society, no. It's much simpler.

Say it with me, sluts.

You Are Porn.