I love when men treat girls like they're sub human. Nothing is hotter than watching a man pant and groan while ramming his cock into a girls throat while she gags and slobbers on herself. When a man rubs his cock and balls on a whores face for his own amusement. When they grope and slap her tits. When men fuck girls from the back and squeeze on her throat or grab her back aggressively and ram their cock into her cunt or ass while humping her. Shoving a whores face into his ass and making her lick him up and make out with his ass.
Whores exist to amuse men, remind her of that.
Marking your sub by writing something on their ass with a marker and not telling them what you wrote or letting them peek.
Throughout the day, teasing them about what it says, making suggestive comments, reacting positively when you possessively pull down their bottoms to inspect it's still written there.
You'll tell them eventually what you wrote, maybe, if they behave. Maybe you'll toy with the idea of just not telling them. Thinking out loud in front of them that they had a good day without knowing what it said anyways, so clearly knowing what was written on them was not something they ever needed to know.
Maybe you'll take a polaroid of it and fold it in your wallet, and tell them sternly they're not permitted to view it. "It's for my enjoyment only" you'll tell them, "you don't need to know." Watch them pout but acquiesce to your new ideas. Tease them about never finding out what it says.
Maybe later you'll draw them a bath and make them wash it off without letting them look, reminding them that they are being complicit in their lack of control. Afterwards you say you'll tell them what was written on their bottom. But instead smile and say what was written on their bottom was just for your eyes only and they were a well-behaved canvas.
And the next day, send them on errand. Tell them you left a note on the counter with all the details they'll need. It's written on a polaroid of their blank ass saying "buy new markers, the old ones have dried out."
Sit back, relax, and enjoy their reaction as they slowly realize what this means. That you got off on their anticipation and made them wait and lament and be teased and denied over something that wasn't even there. That you slapped their ass where you wrote, made comments referencing it, and inspected under their clothes when nothing was there multiple times throughout the day. It was all a premise for them to be entertainment for you.
Smile and remind them they have an errand to run. Write their favorite praise across their chest when they return. Take a picture and put it in your wallet for real this time. They were a well-behaved canvas after all, they deserve to be a real one now.
what a beautiful thing to wake up to
This isn't the first ask I've sent you- you already know how much I love your writing! But would you ever consider writing more public sex scenarios?
Something like a girl getting fucked on a crowded subway train, with other passengers pressed up against her. It starts out subtle, with him trying to see how much he can get away with, but soon he's fucking her so good they both stop caring if anyone sees. Maybe no one does see- maybe one or two people notice and flush and look away- hell, maybe the whole subway car catches on and she's suddenly surrounded by people gasping and staring and taking photos, all while this guy's cock is just destroying her, with her eyes rolling back and drool dripping down her lips.
Maybe at that point he gives up all pretense of secrecy and just slams her against the wall or throws her over a chair, or rips off her clothes right where they're standing, while the other passengers scatter out of the way. She'll have to finish her commute in torn, ruined clothes, with cum all over her and a fucked-out expression that just won't go away. (can you tell I've thought about this more than I'd care to admit? i've had lots of long commutes, lol)
Anyway. No pressure to write something like that, since I know how busy you are. But if inspiration strikes, and you have time…well. I'd really appreciate it <3
Hello, hello, I've not done too much public scenarios but I wrote this based off your very wonderfully written ask. I hope I've not butchered it, and thank you so much for the inspiration! I'll try to work on more pieces :)
C/W: Public sex, rape
Hello there, miss. Hush. Quiet now. You wouldn’t want them to see what I’m doing to you now, would you? You wouldn’t want the other passengers to see me molest your fat ass, would you? That’s a good girl. No, no, there’s no need to cry. Once I get my fill of your gorgeous fucking body, I’ll leave. You know me, don’t you? We’ve taken the same train for months now. Every morning I have to endure your perfect fuckdoll body passing by me without being able to touch it. Not today.
Shh, quiet now. God, was that moan? Don’t tell me you like some stranger slipping his hands up your blouse to fondle your tits? Does your boyfriend not feel up your tits as well as I do? Mhm? Yeah, it is. Yeah, that’s my cock. Do you like it? Do you like my big, hard cock pressed up against you? If I slipped it in you right now, do you think the guy next to you would notice? God, do you think he fantasises about your slutty body as much as I did?
Shit… FUCK-, well I guess there’s no need to be quiet. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel so much better than I imagined. Your cunt’s gripping my dick like you’re a natural whore. God, look at that. Everyone’s looking at you. They’ve even- fuck yes- they’ve even got their phones out. Look! You’re going to be a pornstar now!
Get off that seat. I’m going to fuck her on it. Let’s get you settled here… Shit, yes. Shit, your pussy’s a premium fucking fleshlight, isn’t it? God, you don’t need this blouse, do you? Let’s just tear it off you. God, look at those fucking tits swinging while I bounce you up and down my cock. What a lewd fucking sight it must be for our audience.
God yes, get on your knees. You look so pretty with those glazed eyes. Let’s finish them off with some thick cum. Shit, this is the best train journey I’ve had with you. Fuck yes, it’s coming. I’m CUMMING. Ugh, let’s paint your face with my cum.
Anyone want a picture? She's real cute like this, isn't she? Does anyone know where she works?
So today I want to highlight a piece of humiliation equipment I feel may be overlooked – the humble piss bucket. And no, I’m not using your cute nick name, I’m talking about a physical bucket. Plastic buckets are super cheap and yet can be so fun (you’ve probably got one or two lurking in a cabinet right now) and usually you can get one for a buck or less. Using it is so simple too! Position yourself over (I suggest hovering over it unless you want to risk getting stuck), do your business, empty it into the toilet or over yourself, and finally rinse if desired. Plus when you’re not using it to pee in it makes a great head covering. Not convinced it’s for you? Let’s take a look at some of the benefits!
Reinforces Your Inferiority – Do you really deserve to use a toilet like a real person? I mean really think about it… It’s okay, you can still look at the porcelain throne while you use your bucket.
Stepping Stone/Alternative to Outdoor Peeing – Are you a petgirl in training? Maybe you just like the humiliation/exhibition of it, but if you’re unable to or not sure about doing your business outdoors this is a good way to get an idea of what it’s like. Get used to the postures and feeling before you try the real thing.
Work On Your Aim – Are you trying to hit a target? Could be a bowl, a designated spot, someone’s mouth, etc. A bucket can add an overflow space or if you choose a shallower but wider bucket can help you get used to your natural tendencies.
It’s Natural – Pop a squat like nature intended! This puts your body in optimal biological position to do your business.
Work on your Endurance – Especially if you have a shy bladder, get some full held squats into your day just by making this minor adjustment. Plus if you do make the transition outside, help make sure you don’t fall ass first into the mud.
The Obvious! – Now you have a suitable vessel to use for solo water sports! No risk of overflowing like with cups or bowls! Pour it on your head over the toilet or your whole body in the shower. Turn yourself into a literal piss mop and dunk your full head of hair in it. Have fun!
Portable and Convenient – Literally designed to be picked up and taken places so you can use it anywhere! And Clean up is a breeze, simply dump and rinse the bucket, you can do a full soapy clean on the regular for long term maintenance
Easily Explained – Have fun with your kink in a discrete way, possibly even as an alternative to a litter box if you don’t have pets. Bucket in the bathroom? Oh, they use it to clean with. Damp bucket in the bathroom, someone just did some mopping. Now, bucket with piss, you’re on your own, empty after use if you share a space or are expecting company.
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 😭
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?
what a wonderful thing to start my day with
The hold you have on me should really be investigated. I'm not even into half of the things you write about, or well I wasn't, now I can't tell if they're my kinks or another thing of yours I'm obsessed with.
I have always worn very modest clothes but there is not a doubt in my mind that I'd give it all up if you said so, I'd go from never even wearing crop tops to walking around naked for you. You would only have to imply it and I'd alter my entire life if you so wanted; a stranger, but with so much power in your words, power crazy enough for me to forget my morals and principles and just get on my knees. Let you use me as you want and shame me for it.
Would it matter to you all that I'd have to give up to be your amusement? All the respect, dignity and honour that would be lost forever. All the friends and family that would never talk to me again if they found out all the depraved things I'd do for you. The worst part is that it wouldn't matter to me, I'd give it all up in a heartbeat simply for a taste of your cock.
Oh my, hello there. I've been watching you slowly like my posts ever since I dragged you from Reddit. Doesn't it feel so fucking good becoming a brainless little toy for me? For your head to become all mushy while your body reacts to the depraved kinks I write about. You're just finding out what a pretty little slut you can be.
You'd give up your morals if I asked? You'd become a silly cocksleeve if I snapped my fingers? For me? You're giving me quite a bit of power over you, aren't you? Are you sure you're not a depraved, eager fucktoy deep down that just needs to be claimed? Are you sure your cunt wouldn't be throbbing at the thought of stripping away your soul for my cruel delight? It would, wouldn't it? It'd get all wet and sticky while you finger fuck yourself to becoming a stranger's immoral sex toy.
It's okay, sweetheart. Give up your dignity. Your reputation. You don't need any of them. You don't need your friends and family when you can become another fleshlight for my cock. You'll be happiest when you're doing the most depraved things for the twisted pleasure of my cock. I promise.
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 🥰
Hiii hope you’re having a good day/night!
What are some of your favourite genres to read?
hi, hope you're having a good day too! im a big murder mystery reader, i also like to read romance and horror sometimes :)
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.
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”