You Wake Up, Chained To A Urinal, Unable To Close Your Arms And Legs. Helpless And Starting To Shake

Shit, if you look like that while you touch your pretty fucking cunt, I'm going to have to jerk off inside your mouth. I'm going to slide my fucking shin between your legs and fuck my cock down your sloppy, goonette throat.

I'll run my fingers through your hair and spit on your face but we both know you don't just need to be skullfucked. You need to be pinned against your bedroom floor and raped into a proper little teen fuckdoll. I wonder what sort of face you'd make while I stretch your pretty pussy with my hard, pervy cock. Mhm? And if I were to slide my cock into your tiny butthole?

I'd play with your fucking cunt while I rail your ass, my balls slapping against you with each hard thrust. Don't be shy princess, you don't need to explain your disgusting, slutty faces of pleasure to me. I already know what a piss-addicted porn star you can be for me.

And since someone complained on my last ask, I'm off anon now 🙄

sjsksj you're so mean 😭 I thought you were gonna be more considerate of my panties after last time but nooo, you just want to ruin all of them.

I'll keep my tongue out and my eyes crossed the whole time for you, be a pretty little doll and let you enjoy the view 🥰 i just need to get drunk on your cock and lose any braincells left in me, so please fuck me stupid?

Human Rights

Slowly depriving a girl of her Universal Human Rights. Once every other week, we settle in for a full day of hard brainwashing, edging, spanking, and humiliation. Break down her ego thoroughly, make her needy and subby and completely dependent... then, when she's tied up at my feet, aching for cock and willing to agree to anything - that's when I present a choice.

I have a little selection of cards, each of which has one of the articles on it. I ask her to rank them from most to least important; whichever comes last, I tear it up (and probably feed it to her, let's be honest). From that day on, she no longer has that right.

There are 30 articles in that declaration. Removing one every other week gives her a little over a year before she's completely enslaved - no longer a person. Changing her life in accordance with the rights that she's lost, so she can really feel control slipping away from her. A lot of them may seem abstract or unimportant... but I'm sure I can find ways of hammering home their impact.

Naturally, the brainwashing, edging, spanking, and humiliation need to be kept up - more for her own good at this point. She needs to be treated like property; my property. Caged, naked, voiceless, helpless, utterly subject to my merest whim (which will be calculated to twist the emotional knife as much as possible). "Go to the shop and buy me some... oh wait, you can't! Because you're not allowed to use money any more, silly me."

And, of course, I'll constantly remind her that I have freedoms she doesn't. I'll enjoy them, thoroughly, rubbing them in her face the entire time. Won't that be nice for me? I'll find myself really appreciating my life, all the things I have the right to do. Aren't you happy for me?

-Thoughts after a lovely series of conversations with @rose-idiot

“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.”

as someone who loves solving puzzles and riddles, i desperately need to be fucked while I try to solve one, purely for research purposes :)

thoughts on men being allowed to cheat because cunt is just an object to fuck?

no thoughts, this is simply facts! :D

men can fuck as many girls as they want cause we're just pretty little fucktoys, just property for them to own and break 🥰

thinking about you slipping me something when all of your friends are over. watching my eyes glaze over as i get giggly and clingy and my pussy starts getting wet just from being high. thinking about how easily you could pull me into your lap and start stroking me, keeping my legs spread over yours so your friends can see your fingers buried in my cunt. thinking about how i’d moan and whine, needing more but so out of it i can’t even talk, and how i’d help you take my clothes off because it’s still not enough. thinking about how you could hold me open for all of your friends to use, how they’d have their hands and mouths on me, so many hard cocks filling up all my holes throughout the night. thinking about how i’d pass out, and you’d tell them all to “keep going, she won’t know” as they keep using my pliant body. thinking about waking up in the morning, my holes aching but not entirely sure why.

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.

10 Ways To Surrender

I need to find a man to impose these rules on me. We tell you to surrender. Sometimes directly, sometimes in subtle ways. You wonder what it really means. How do you let Men win. How do you truly surrender. After all, you’re so tired of resisting. So tired of fighting.Here’s how.

Surrender your own style. Your style is ‘sexy.’ Not goth, or punk, or chic, or professional. Hot. Show off your body. Wear makeup. You have no style or fashion sense, just parts to expose and reveal.

Surrender your opinion. This can feel optional. It isn’t. If a man says something you think is wrong, agree with it. If a man says something you think is right, agree as well. Agreement doesn’t have to be enthusiastic, just permanent. Nod your head whenever Men speak.

Surrender your will. Do as you’re told. Get coffee, suck cock, make copies, leave the room, kneel, put on a collar, slap yourself in the face. Whatever it is, do it instantly. If you can’t do it instantly, apologize. If you don’t know how to do something, admit you’re not smart enough and get help.

Surrender the word ‘No.’ Forget it. It doesn’t exist for you.

Surrender your pride. Never compete with a man and never feel proud of your accomplishments. You have value only in the pleasure you provide. Accept that you’re not good enough and you’re not pretty enough and you’re not smart.

Surrender your name. Do everyone know you as Jennifer or Rebecca or Mrs. Smith? Call yourself Jenni with an “i” or answer only to ‘bitch’ or ‘slut.’ Don’t give your full name and don’t answer to it. You have a silly stripper’s name, a child’s name. Don’t be taken seriously.

Surrender your ambition. Are you getting a degree? Quit. Are you up for a promotion? Stop trying. Are you looking for work? Look for a husband instead. The highest level you can hope to achieve is being a good girl.

Surrender your limits. Did you have hard limits on posting pics? Anal sex? BDSM? Do you always negotiate a safe word? You have no limits anymore. Surrender them. Let others decide if you need thresholds or boundaries. It’s not up to you.

Surrender your interests. No more reading books, no more reading magazines, no more learning about politics or ideas. Read texts, look at pictures. No more hobbies. Surrender the part of you that wants to learn and express yourself. No one cares what you think or what you can do. Give up.

Surrender your body. Does a man think you should have bigger tits? Pay to be plastic. A smaller waist? Diet and work out. Does he want piercings? Tattoos? Change for Him. He wants your pussy shaved? Shave it. It’s not your body anymore

A fantasy involving you:

You are permitted to live in a mansion with a full and expansive library of any books you enjoy. You will have ample time to read as well as solve puzzles. You are allowed to have as many cats as you’d like. And all of it is rent-free. The catch?

You may not wear a single stitch of clothing, other than a collar with a bell on it. You must always be exposed to the Lord of the Manor and to his Lady. You will be trained to assume certain humiliating positions upon command and subject to frequent inspections. “Pet” is what you will be called.

Pets off the furniture! Pets should crawl on the floor. Pets eat and drink out of bowls. Pets do not speak, they may only purr and meow.

Of course you will still have the printed word as a reminder that you are, in fact, a human and an intelligent one at that. But nobody else will see you that way. The owners… the staff… all those guests at dinner parties, as well as caterers? To them you’re little more than a large, hairless cat.

Good kitty.

well damn

that's my new favourite fantasy.

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.