Where Do I Sign Up For This

this. this is what I need.

I have this fantasy, Now I don’t really ever actually sleep around, I’m more of a personal whore type of person. Any person I’d be with would be possessive, overly possessive and I’d love it. But when we get married I’m legally his, all all his and nothing can take me away from him. On our wedding night we were supposed to go to a nice resort for our honeymoon, so I’m confused when you take me to a small dirty hotel, but I’d never question you there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, I trust you. So I follow you, going into the janky room, as you push me in, you tie my hands behind me, pushing me on the bed, id ask what your doing still very confused, before all of your groomsmen some of your best friends, come in. No one says anything to me it’s like I’m not even a person, just your legal property now. All of you start talking about how much of a whore I am, how they can’t wait to use my tight holes, id beg you to stop thinking this is a joke. Hands would be all over my body, pulling my big white dress off, ruining it, I’d cry and whine begging you to make it stop, you’d all mock and tease me, before violating my now bare skin and holes, you’d take turns filling me up, stretching me hot, choking me, slapping me, id be covered in cum, crying, my veil still on now stained with cum and tears, my makeup running down my face. My body bruised, id almost pass out from how mentally and physically exhausted I am. And when everyone starts to get ready to leave I finally think it’s over, that maybe you’d let me shower, and sleep peacefully but instead, you pull my arms up attaching them to the almost broken bed, spread my legs apart, and take pictures of my ruined body and holes. And as I’m passing out I hear you say that they can come by tomorrow to use me again, that you think I can be broken even more, that’s how you make a perfect wife.

Maybe you call yourself a slut. Maybe you call yourself a fuckoy, or a doll, or living porn. Maybe you are owned. Maybe you are public property.

What matters is: you are an object, a pretty thing useful to make others cum. You don't belong to you.

THEREFORE it's YOUR duty to maintain the object of pleasure you are.

Hydrate. Get plenty of sleep. Don't let negative self talk spiral you into bad places. Work out if you can and enjoy it. Need meds? Take them! Need therapy? Do it! Do things you enjoy to relax and unwind! Reach out to friends and have fun! Eat food!

Hey! Hey. Yes, you with the whole "not extending to yourself the kindness you extend to others" thing: did I fucking say you were allowed to be so hard on yourself? Didn't fucking think so. So I'll tolerate it no longer.

And YOU. Work is not more important than your mental and emotional health! Don't define yourself as an individual by professional achievements or so help me God I'll unleash a torrent of punishment on your ass. Got it?

You have one body to expose, one mind to break and fuck, one life to be a fucking depraved cumslut. So you better take self care seriously because you are looking after one of our most precious objects!

waiting for this to happen to me 😔

I respect men who show me they don’t give a fuck about my boundaries or my dignity in small everyday things. Slap my ass, everytime I walk by. Laugh when I tell you to stop. When you see me eating a meal, come and look me in the eye while, you jerk off into my food. Drop things for me to pick up. Pull my boobs out, when I’m trying to talk about something important. Casually spit in my face. Piss on me while I’m asleep. Show me that disrespecting me, is no big deal to you and I will admire you deeply.

You wake up, chained to a urinal, unable to close your arms and legs. Helpless and starting to shake before it’s even begun. Hearing the murmuring outside the stall grow louder with men’s voices and harsh laugher. Apprehension growing as your stomach feels tight, trying not to vomit even as you start to panic. Feeling so helpless and exposed. Completely naked and desperate. The sounds growing louder, and then…

The door bursts open and the first one steps forward. He won the lottery today and is going to take a little more time than usual. He strokes your cheek softly, then takes a handful of your hair hard by the roots and slaps your face viciously, leaving a red handprint on your pale skin that will become a nasty bruise. Your head jerks down just in time to see his cock exposed, before he thrusts into you, unceremoniously, like meat. Just fuckmeat. Just holes. He starts pumping faster. Not even looking at you. Staring at the wall ahead as he rapes you. Your cunt stretched and aching as you’re forced to take it. Tensing as he empties his balls in your cunt, a stranger’s sperm splattered against your bruised cervix. He doesn’t even look at you when he pulls out. You’re just a warm hole. And it’s time for the next…

One by one they filter in, claiming your ass, your cunt, your mouth. Leaving their filth splattered across you. Raping you until your holes are unrecognizably swollen. The sheer volume of cum astounding. It drips down your face and tits. It drips from your used holes. You’re filthy in a way you can barely comprehend. It coats every inch of you. The smell makes you gag. It drips into a puddle beneath you. You’re disgusting. It’s long since coated the bruises others have left, marring your body, and the men are reluctant to touch you now, so richly coated, save for your holes, which they still pump themselves into. They find other ways to hurt you: lit cigarettes, glowing metal lighters, a wire whip. Your mind is going, fading into the pain. The chains unnecessary. You couldn’t stand even if you wanted to…

And they begin to compete. The first one to piss in your face is greeted with a round of applause. The money is usually left by the door, but one shoves his dollar bills up your cunt. Someone in the crowd has brought a taser…

It’s hours and you’re more unconscious then not by the end. Limp body swaying with each thrust as your raped fuckholes are destroyed a little more each time. By the time I hose you off, the cold jet of water washing their filth down the drain, the nozzle shoved inside your holes so you scream, you have no strength left. I unchain you, swinging you up over my shoulder like a sack, angry red cunt exposed as your arms and legs hang limp, and toss you into the trunk of my car.

When we get back to the safe house I toss you down onto the filthy mattress and explain: It’s still Friday night. You have the weekend to recover. I want you in the office on Monday as usual, carving your mind up in pieces as you try to pretend everything is normal. Otherwise, you won’t be alone in that bathroom stall next weekend. I’ll make sure you’re have someone you love, right there by your side.

You are what I tell you

If I say you‘re a dog, you get on all fours and bark. If I say you‘re my doormat, you let me step on you, and hump my shoes clean. If I tell you that you‘re not worth sleeping in a bed, you sleep on the ground. You do wherever the fuck I order you to. If I tell you that you‘re a fuck doll, you drop to you knees and open your mouth. If I tell you, you‘re my servant, you bow in front of me.

You‘re also supposed to do everything I say.

You are not allowed to ask questions. You Just say yes sir and thank you sir. You know that I know what's best for you.

Puppy Humiliated

Look at you

Be still. I'm taking pictures. I want you to see yourself. Don't make that face. You may feel ridiculous but your embarrassment only makes you more adorable.

Put your face down in that bowl.

Now stick your tongue out. Really drink the water.

Mmmh. You look so cute.

Stick your ass up in the air further, and wiggle your tail.

I can smell your cunt from here.

How long has it been since you came?

Two weeks is a lot, but I love seeing what you'll do just to be allowed to cum.

Put your leash in your mouth, and sit up like you're begging, look right into the camera.

You're an adorable puppy.

Stop looking away when I talk to you.

Now crawl over there and pick out one of those dog toys.

Put it in your mouth.

Good girl.

Now, crawl back over here.

Drop it.

Ha! Oh, you are such a good puppy!!

You are so red. You're so cute when you're red.

Hand me your leash with your mouth.

Lay on your back, with your head at my feet.

Put the chew toy in your mouth.

Look me in the eye.

You are such a good puppy. Such a sweet adorable puppy.

I can't wait for you to see this video. Your eyes look so miserable.

Put your legs up.

Put your fingers in your pussy.

Now keep that chew toy in your mouth while you finger your little pussy.

When you're about to cum, squeeze the toy so it squeaks, and I'll tell you if you have permission or not.

Oh, you don't like that? Well, that's okay, I guess you can go two more weeks.

I thought you might change your mind.

Okay now. Start playing.

I love this. You're so cute. This video will be so much fun to watch together.

Don't cry baby. I promise, you look as pretty as you look embarrassed right now.

Remember, squeak the chew toy when you're about to cum.

You're such a good girl when you want to cum. You really will do anything. You are laying on the floor with a dog toy in your mouth while I pull on this leash. You drank out of a dish on the floor.

You'd do anything to cum right now, won't you?

You'd bark like a dog?

And sit up and pant and beg like a dog?

And hump my leg like a dog?

You are so cute. And so pathetic when you want to cum.

Daddy loves you so much babygirl. I can't wait to fuck you like a dog while I make you watch this video.

Mhhmmhmmm.... I knew you were close. Slow down a little bit and squeak that toy for me. Mmmmhmm... Yes. But no babygirl. I think I want to see if you'll really hump my leg.

Get up here.

Good girl.

Remember, squeak the chew toy when you're close.

Things I want rn:

I wanna be a slave. Obviously for sex but also just a general slave for someone. Make me do everything for you and give me little to nothing in return.

I wanna be pissed on. On my face. On my clothes. With my face in the toilet.

I want to be in a mentally, physically, and sexually abusive relationship. Take all of your anger out on me. Hit me.

I want to be dragged around by my hair.

I want to be bullied and humiliated in public.

I want you to invite your friends over and let then treat me like trash and have me be freeuse for all of you.

I want to be forced to piss myself.

I want to be compared to other women.

I want all of my insecurities laughed at. Not just the physical ones.

I want to be groped and raped by strangers.

I want to be raped while they make me relive my trauma.

I want you to invite hotter women out with our friends and you spend all of your time flirting with her.

I want to be spit on.

I want to be slapped. Hard.

I want to be plugged.

I want to be sold.

I want to be completely controlled by someone.

I want to be completely terrified of you and also in love with you.

convince me you and your friends respect me and are feminists, then gradually turn me into the group’s free use fucktoy.

invite me over when you and all your friends are hanging out. it’s normal at first.  i get up to get a lemonade in the kitchen and 7 or 8 of the guys ask me to grab them a beer.  since i’m up.  so i take three trips to and from the kitchen, but that’s okay.  i was already up.  

one of the guys makes an off-handed comment about having me make him a sandwich, and i laugh it off uncomfortably until you’re all looking at me expectantly so i get up and go make a plate of sandwiches.  

i feel a little lightheaded as i make the food, so i’ll drink some more lemonade to stay hydrated.  i get back into the main room and brnig the snacks over.  in thanks, it seems like each of your friends brushes against me in some way.  my ass, my thighs, my tits.  god, there were a couple of guys who touched my tits to the point that i was no longer convinced it was an accident.  

all the while i’m getting more and more lightheaded so i keep drinking my lemonade. one guy pulls me down onto his lap, putting his attention on me instead of the game on tv, running his hands up and down my legs and into my skirt, up and down my top, groping my tits.  

god, what was in that lemonade? i feel so lightheaded as one of your friends dips his fingers into my underwear, where he finds me soaking wet.  another guy passes him a knife without even looking, and he cuts my panties off, full-on fingering me on the couch.  

soon enough, i have three cocks in my holes, two in my hands, and i’m covered in the piss and cum of the friends who saw me as an “equal”

make rules as time goes on. no underwear. no tops that conceal my nipples. no shorts with more than a half inch inseam and no skirts that cover my whole ass. i’m not allowed to wear shoes anymore. after all, where am i going other than between all of your houses?

from here on out, i don’t really talk to anybody outside of your friend group, and they seem to have forgotten what the word “no” means.  i love being “one of the boys”

Cute relationship idea.

I have total control over when and what you eat, how you dress and when you cum. You communicate with only giggles and nods because you're just a dumb baby that needs to be controlled. You live on a diet of mostly dick and cum and make every hole available without consent because you're an empty headed rapedoll that wants nothing more than to look pretty and please a man.

It is so mind-numbingly hot when a Dom tells you no. No, you can’t touch yourself. No, you aren’t allowed to cum. No, I’m not going to use your pathetic little hole. You get so fucking desperate when you feel that helpless, when you’re begging and pleading with them just for them to deny you. When they remind you that you’re only there for their enjoyment, and they’re more than happy to take your pleasure away on a whim. Because to them, you’re just a toy to play with and abuse. Nothing makes me needier. Nothing makes me want it more than being told I can’t have it.