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Do you see her?

The mature woman you think is attractive, has her life together, is accomplished, and comes with the added bonus of purchase: she’s submissive. Jackpot, right? Well, yeah. But let’s unpack that a little.

Look at her.

She is, perhaps, married, or was. She may have children and no help at home, or survived the child rearing and is now looking to new stages in her life. She may have an ex whose sole purpose in life is to score points off her, she may have aging family to care for. Daily, she keeps several plates spinning at the top of tall reeds, and you better believe keeping those things spinning isn’t really an act of choice for her.  If she lets them fall, they shatter spectacularly, people look and gawk and judge her harshly for her failures.

Look at her.

She is in control at all times, because there are no choices. No alternatives for her, not until those delicious few hours when someone places a collar around her neck and leads her to sanctuary. Until someone ensures that it’s okay to leave the reeds, the plates will spin on, awaiting her return. She revels in the mindlessness of no expectation other than acquiescence, the quietude of simply existing.  That is her respite, her renewal. And if, during renewal, she might feel pleasure, so much the better. So much sweeter those achievements, those moments, those peaks.  She knows to value each one.

Look at her.

She is, perhaps, a professional of some sort. She might manage people, or create things. Could be she is a force to be reckoned with, meeting deadlines and keeping the ship in its lane.  Without question, she has been fighting her entire life for the same recognition you take for granted.  She manages her life quite handily, and largely prefers it that way, save for the moments that she would like to put all of it down, to step away.  She revels in not being the steward of lives and lifestyles, if only for a short time, entrusted only to the one person she can surrender herself and her stewardship.  She looked long and hard for that person, and if that one is you, take note.  

Look at her.

Careful, careful thought has gone into the placing down of those burdens.  She has weighed the imperatives that others place upon her against her instinct to succumb to the siren call of tranquility.  She has calculated, and considered, and decided.  There is a deliberateness to the action of transferring power.  The reward meets the risk, and she is equal to the task.  You are her partner in the exchange, and she has faith in your strength and trusteeship.

Look at her.

She has bent for you.  Knelt, bent, allowed herself to be arranged, raised pink and tender places for your inspection and attention and your tools and implements.  She has chosen the fluid exchange of energy, gathering strength from her suffering for you, taking your darkness into her, committing her flesh to the healing of both cell and spirit.  She allows, she chooses, she commits.  Her will unleashes your own and in turn your will keeps hers secure.

Look at her.

Struggle with the deviation from societal norms has left her vulnerable.  She has sought out a place to give away, if only for a short while, her body, her conscious mind, perhaps even a portion of her soul.  With the shedding of her clothing, that nakedness runs deeper than the flesh.  When she is wrapped in blankets and forehead kisses or later slipping into street clothing, she is quietly donning the protective garments of her every day.

Look at her.  Isn’t she fine?

Hell yeah

Reblog this if you’re a dumb cunt that just wanted to be used and abused, slapped and groped, choked and fucked.

Yes please x

So so horny today!!

I need to follow this diet

Daily reminder not to eat anything your already fat enough piggy just water and cum that’s all your allowed

thank u for the reminder

When you fuck her harder and she smiles 😍

imagine this:

Particularly fertile sluts are forced to wear collars that advertise that it’s legal to breed them anytime, anywhere, no matter if they consent

Imagine every day as a breeding slut. At work your boss pushes you down onto the desk and fucks you so hard you forget what you were working on. You’re so useless that your coworkers push you onto the ground and have their way with you because it’s not like you’re doing anything useful otherwise.

You have to get groceries on the way home. On the subway you get pulled down onto someone’s lap and bounced on their cock until cum gushes out around it and they push you to the floor to get off at their stop.

You realize you’ve missed your own stop, so you get off and hail a cab. The cab driver takes you to the grocery store near your home but before you get out he climbs in the back and fucks you so hard the car rocks. People walk by and watch with casual interest. He still makes you pay the fare–this wasn’t an exchange, your pussy is free no matter what.

In the grocery store you get pushed to the ground in the produce section and fucked by three strangers in a row. You gather up your things and go to pay. Once you’ve paid, the cashier pushes you over the counter and fucks you full of cum in thirty seconds, businesslike. The people behind you in line call you a useless slut.

On the walk home a man in his car sees you waiting for the crosswalk light, pulls over, and fucks you right on the sidewalk. You’re so dazed on the ground that you don’t notice the homeless man until he’s balls deep in you, making loud wet noises as he adds to the mess already in your fucked-out cunt.

By the time you manage to get home and eat dinner, you’re so exhausted that you’re as limp as a fuck doll as strangers walk into your home and fill you with cum.

This is what you were made for. You’re such a talented public use slut.