I've Had This Incredibly Hot But Oh So Vile And Depraved Fantasy For So Long. A Fantasy In Which I Have

feeling desperate and needy again, who wants to stick a vibrator in me and sit back and watch as i get drool, tears and cum all over myself?

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)

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.

I miss playing with someone's Bluetooth toy.

It was so fun sitting in call with them, listening to them talk about their day and just deciding to turn it all the way up and hearing them get cut off as they hold back a moan.

That was so addicting to listen to.

"How was your day, darling?"

"It was good. I ha-"

"Is there something wrong? You okay?"

"F-Fuck you..."

"That's not nice~"

Playing games with them and torturing them mid game.

Punishing them for whatever reason I could find, no matter how small.

Just these intimate moments made me want to bully them more.

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 😭

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.

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

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!

Is it bad that I want to buy a pet training clicker and force a girl to associate the sound with feelings of her body being violated by me?

I’d click it the first time I take her. I’d want her to remember the first time my hands grope and fondle her lewd body. I’d want her to remember the fear and helplessness. The anger at being unable to do a thing as I take away her dignity for my cock’s twisted pleasure. I’d grind against her ass, roughly playing with her body while she sobs. Good bitches take a while to train.

Click.

I’d train her to get on all fours whenever I use her. If she’s a good girl for her owner, she’ll be rewarded with my cock buried in her cunt and a vibrator against her clit. If she’s a bratty fucking whore, she’ll have to deal with the pain of my dick pushing into her asshole. It doesn’t really matter, does it? After all, my dick’s going to be drained one way or another. She’d remember nothing but the way my violent shaft dehumanised her thrust by thrust in a dark, miserable room. And fuck, the way she’d fucking squeal like a dumb little whore would make me violate her more brutally. It’d be music to my ears. Music I’d want her to remember.

Click.

She’ll spread her holes for me or face punishment. A diet of cum or an abusive beating. Shit, I’d love to watch her face twist in self-disgust when she offers no protest as I mount her. If she’d ever stop screaming, the room would be filled with the sounds of my balls slapping against her, broken up with the ickiest degradation I can conjure up. The sounds of her worst nightmare.

Click.

I’d need her in a collar and leash eventually. A bitch in heat should never be without her leash. I’d drag her across the floor if I must, but if she dared speak to me like a human, she’d get exactly what she deserved. A foot to the face and a cock in her ass. I’d rape that bitchy attitude out of my bitch, filling her luscious ass with piss, and pumping my babies into her womb. I don’t think anything would fill me with more lust than watching her hate-filled eyes on mine as she crawls across the room with my babies hanging in her womb.

Click, click, click.

Bark for me, bitch.

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 😵‍💫