"That's Not Fair, I Think You..."

Cock whore this, dirty slut that.

No sir. You don’t understand.

When I tell men I want to be treated like a whore I don’t mean cute leashes and crawling to you all sexy. Treat me like a runaway teen who ask if you want a fuck for twenty bucks outside a truck stop. Imagine that I’m so desperate I’ll let you do anything to me.

Bend me over in your back seat and don’t tell me you’re going to fuck me raw and pump your cum into me. Make me get naked. Make me spread my holes. Use me in ways you have only ever thought of, dreamed of, things you would be ashamed to do to your girlfriend or wife. Tell me they’d never let someone treat them like you’re about treat me, because they have self respect, because their lives have meaning.

Punch my tits, slap my face, kick my cunt, make me cry out in pain and then shut me up by fucking my face until I can’t breath. Make me crawl on the filthy floor as you piss on me, make me chase the stream and cut up my knees trying to catch it in my mouth and when I don’t get enough of it make me lick it off the floor while you rape my ass. Pull out only to run the length through my folds, against my clit, tell me I’m a sick bitch for having a wet pussy and then go back and forth between fucking both holes and tell me to oink like a pig or moo like a cow depending on which one you’re using. Slap the back of my head each time I get it mixed up. Make me suck you clean every time you dump a fresh load inside of me and then scoop up the drippings and rub it on my face.

Tell me constantly that I’m a worthless piece of shit, that I’m going to pay you for every load of hot cum you waste inside of me.

Make me suck on your balls while you rub your cock on my face and talk about how no one would notice if I never came back. Make me beg for my life while I bounce on your cock and tell me it depends on whether I can make you cum, then start counting and don’t tell me what you’re counting up to. Make love to my abused cunt with your hand around my throat and your lips to my ear as you moan over and over again, “I’m going to fucking kill you, I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Make me masturbate while dunking my head in the toilet and when I cum grudgingly admit that at the very least it’s funny to watch me being such a stupid fucking whore.

When you’re done with me spit on my body and leave me on the floor, exhausted and covered in fluids. Take a picture and text it to me with a heart before you leave. Let me know our first date was just ok and I’m going to have to try harder if I want you to keep fucking me.

…when I tell you I want men to use me, I mean this.

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?

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

i need someone to fuck me in public while the whole world watches. Show everyone what a slut I am and let them have a turn, record me and post it everywhere, only to throw me away like trash after.

humiliate me so so badly that I can't show my face anywhere, can never get a job, get turned away at restaurants, fast food joints, only for all of them to later rape me, telling me that it's the only thing I deserve.

leave me in such a fucked up state that I have to crawl back to you, beg to stay by your side, to be your pet just to be treated like an owned fucktoy rather than a public rapetoy.

you'd force me to crawl around naked in public but atleast you'd give me food, food that is always covered in your cum or piss or both and in a dog bowl but it's food so I'll eat it. you'd let strangers fuck me and breed me but atleast you'd allow me to drink their piss, letting me know that it's the only kind of water I deserve.

“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.”

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.

Teach me how there are really no excuses for saying no. If you tell me to do something I should comply or you will make me regret it.

"but I'm tired" okay you should be fully awake after being slapped so hard your ears ring. How about now?

"I have to finish my work first" if you don't do as I say right now, I'm emailing your boss this picture of your crying cum covered face and there won't be any job to return to. I might just do it anyways if you don't do well enough.

"it still hurts from last time" well i sure hope it does, now come here or I'll make sure it still hurts in three months.

Feel free to add to the list🥰

You okay with sexual asks?

i absolutely am!

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)

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