“my Daughter Turned Out Fine” He’s A Puppy Slut Tumblr Whore Who Whines And Whimpers Like A Dog

imagine yourself on a bus, minding your own business, when you feel a hand grope your ass. you squirm but you don't fight it off, because why would you? a pretty ass like that deserves it, right? you try to fight them off but they're larger than you and they laugh as they continued to molest you.

and another man gropes your tits, fondling you beneath your shirt, pulling your nipples as you tried to pull away. people are noticing, but no one makes a move to help you. no one listens to your begging. they're too entranced at seeing this pretty little slut get touched in public.

soon enough there are multiple hands on your body, men and women, tugging your clothes down, touching your ass and your tits and your pussy and your mouth. No one can hear you scream, not when people are shoving you to the ground, ripping your underwear off. someone shoves a cock in your mouth to shut you up, fucking your face as another one drives his cock up your pussy and fingers slide into your ass. your hands are yanked, and you feel slick hard cocks against them. All your holes and hands are put to work. You're a filthy little fuck toy for them. There's cum in your holes, in your mouth and in your hands. You're getting wet, but you can't touch yourself.

It doesn't stop there no. You have an entire bus load of people waiting their turn to use you. Once someone finishes there's another cock to replace it. It takes you hours to go through them all. By then you're soaked in people's cum, and there's a puddle of your own juices beneath you.

You try to get up, but the same man that grabbed you first suddenly yanks you towards him. "You didn't think that it was over, did you?"

You scream as hands grab you again, but it's drowned by mocking laughter. They take your clothes away and cuff you to the handrails. A spreader bar keeps your legs wide and a spreader gag keeps your mouth open. Someone grabs a marker and starts writing on you 'Public Cumdump' with arrows pointing to your holes. Tally marks of all the people who used and violated you are written on your thigh.

The bus soon empties out, the driver glances at you, and then he restarts his route. More people come in, more people who are ready to use you as their pretty little cumdump.

i have no words

nice

Actually can't stop daydreaming about being a free use toy for all of my friends. Playing games with friends when one of them tells me I have to turn on a camera for the rest of the call and strip so that I'm completely vulnerable to everyone in the call when they give me perverted orders throughout the call~ "Bend over let's see you spread yourself" "edge yourself before our next match" "Put on a toy and give me control I'm just gonna watch you play this next one~"

the urge to call him a good boy for doing nothing but sitting pretty >>

Other people should be allowed to demand to see my tits whenever they want. It should just be totally normal that when I'm walking down the street someone says "Tits" and I have to stop what I'm doing and pull up my shirt and stand there for however long they want. Tits are for everyone.

ughh i need someone to really rub my dysphoria in my face. jiggle my tits and push them together and say ‘wow they’re so fucking big. they must spill out of your binder’ wobbling my tits and trying to push them flat against my chest and failing. laughing at me while i cry because i’m so dysphoric

the line between praise and condescension/degradation is so thin, and i plan to drive a boy insane by using it as a jump rope.

“you’re such a pretty, dumb little thing, aren’t you?”

“so gorgeous… you were truly made to be my little slut, weren’t you?”

“look at you, drooling and whining. so pathetic, it’s adorable.”

“you’re crying already? thought you said you could handle it, acting all big and strong earlier, just to turn into crying mess, so disappointing, thought you could handle a lot more. you look absolutely gorgeous when you cry, though, sweetheart, so i’ll just have to carry on.”

“so whiney… you can barely even get a word out anymore, can you? it’s okay, sweetheart, whores don’t need to think. just focus on being an good boy for me.”

“such pretty noises… you’re so pretty when you beg me to stop. you don’t really want me to, do you? clinging to me so hard, i bet you’d cry if pulled away… aw, look at you, tears already welling up. your eyes are so pretty, doll, makes me want to fuck you harder. don’t even know what you want, hm? i just know what’s better for you, so just focus on staying so pretty and loud for me. such a pathetic, dumb little thing.”

Baby boys with a praise kink are so adorable! You can literally see the sparkle in their eyes when you tell them that they are a good boy.

They get so squirmy and excited, covering their faces with their hands and getting all flustered while whispering thank you mommy.

Oh, and by the way, if you call them such good boy, they might start grinding on your thighs, so be aware of that.

And if they are super shy and in a super good mood and you call them my good baby boy and get a little possessive over them and shower them with attention, you might end up with a moaning mess underneath you.

Ugh I just need to fuck you. I just need to spread your legs open and hold you still while I use you I need to use you. I need to use you. it's not my fault you're so gorgeous. That you're so stunning and easy to use. That you're mine. You're mine. You're mine.

i didn’t know objectification was a kink! i thought i was just Being A Sub. thank you for answering and introducing me to it i’ll definitely look into it and maybe someday bring it up (im a shy whore) 🥰

Objectification is a little more than just being submissive. It's very much a de-personalization of the submissive, making you more of a vehicle for the dom's pleasure than an active participant in the scene. It's a specific dynamic that often needs specific aftercare as well, but it can be really nice for knocking you out of your head.

Do you enjoy being a toy, or having your dom ignore you while they use you? You might have an objectification kink! Do you enjoy the idea of being treated like furniture? You might have an objectification kink! And if the idea of free use seems appealing, but you want there to be a little bit of a non-con element to it as well, you might have an objectification kink.

Your stories are so hot! Could you write a story about a doctor taking advantage of his patient?

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Thanks! I love a good challenge. Here goes nothing. Let me know what you think. :) Also, for others: I hesitate to write stuff like this because I’m sure it could be triggering to some. I’m sure this goes without saying, but use your judgement on whether or not you want to read.

You were proud of yourself, as silly as that sounds. For the first time in your life you made a doctor appointment all on your own. Turning 18 was one thing, but becoming an adult didn’t just magically happen from one day to the next. The only way to become an adult was to do adult things, and you felt that this qualified. Your heart raced when you spoke to the receptionist on the phone. “Do you have a preference on which doctor?”, the receptionist had asked. “Anyone will do,” you replied in a rush to get off the phone.

When the day came you showed up to the office early and begrudged the fact that your mom wasn’t there to fill out the monotonous paperwork for you like she used to. You were finding that being an adult wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. Just as you started to feel sorry for yourself you heard your name. You looked up to see a nurse smiling at you as she held the door open and motioned for you to come back. She took you to a room where she glimpsed at your paperwork and took your vitals. “Change into this,” she said as she handed you a medical gown. “Dr. Jacobs will be with you shortly.” With that, she offered another polite smile on her way out the door. You returned the offering then wiped the fake smile from your face as the door closed behind her.

No sooner were you done changing than there was a knock on the door. Your heart began to race as you saw a man step through the door. Suddenly, you were mad at yourself for assuming you would be assigned a female doctor. It hadn’t even crossed your mind that you would need to ask. You wondered, had your mom always asked? “I’m Dr. Jacobs,” he said extending his hand. You took it in your own, consummating an awkward handshake where he held your hand a little too firmly. “Here for a physical, I see?” he asked rhetorically as he glanced over your paperwork. You nodded. Somehow you had forgotten how to speak.

Dr. Jacobs approached you with his stethoscope. “First I’m going to listen to your lungs,” he advised before leaning towards you. His hand wrapped around your back. You could smell his body spray as you tried to avoid looking down the front of his scrubs. You stole glimpses of his face from up close as he alternated listening to your right and left lung. He was in his mid-forties, if you had to guess. Fit and handsome, with a five o’clock shadow that you guessed was a result of the long hours required of a man in his position.

“Now, your heart,” he said as he moved his hand to your chest. His palm pressed up against your breast as he moved the stethoscope around, presumably trying to find the right position. You blushed in return, suddenly aware of a tingling sensation coming from between your legs. If you didn’t know better you would swear he was groping you. You wondered to yourself, did the female doctors do this? For the life of you, you couldn’t remember.

When he was done he stood back. “Ok, gown off,” he said. You looked back at him, unsure if he was being serious. His look didn’t waver. There was no sign that he was joking. Tentatively you began to remove the gown. You thought about the fact that you hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, then questioned yourself for why that would cross your mind. You folded your hands over your crotch as you sat naked in front of this stranger. Your perky tits and erect nipples on full display.

He gently pushed on your stomach as he guided you to lay down on the table. Unable to keep covering yourself, you let your hands fall to your sides. It wasn’t as though he was the first person to see you naked. A handful of boys had had the pleasure. But you had never felt so vulnerable in your life. Your heart pounded as he groped at your tits. You could feel his crotch pressing against your arm as he stood close to the table. “No lumps,” he said. His voice was monotone and professional. He moved to the foot of the table. You clenched your legs together, in denial of what must be coming next. He looked up at you curiously. “Scoot down, please, and spread your legs,” he instructed. Reluctantly, you complied with his request.

“Is this your first physical?” he asked as he began to inspect between your legs. It wasn’t, but it was your first one like this. “No,” you replied, trying to sound relaxed. “When you turn 18 we have to be more thorough,” he assured you, clearly aware of your uneasiness. You clenched your teeth as you felt him spread your pussy with his fingers. You glanced down at him and watched his face as he admired your tight hole. “Just try to relax,” he advised as he slipped a finger inside you. “I just have to see something,” he continued as he pulled his finger up against your g-spot. You were vulnerable and helpless. Completely exposed to this man you had just met. You had serious doubts about the legitimacy of this exam. But, you were also human, and, objectively, this was starting to feel pretty fucking amazing.

You began to relax as he slid a second finger inside you. The endorphins were taking over and your nervousness was becoming a distant memory. Slowly but surely, all you really wanted was to cum. You ground your hips against his hand as he fingered you. Biting your lip as you softly whimpered from his touch. Your eyes were closed and you jumped as you suddenly felt his mouth on your pussy. There was no point in pretending anymore. You knew what this was, and you were too turned on to mind. You reached down to pull his head into you as his tongue expertly flicked against your clit. Your body buckled as you came. Your attempts to mute yourself were mostly successful. Judging by the look on his face, he didn’t seem concerned.

When he was sure you were done he stood up and pulled down his scrubs to reveal his cock. He was already hard. His precum glistened as it dripped from the tip of his cock. He spit in his hand, stroked himself a few times, then pushed himself inside you. “Oh, fuck,” you muttered involuntarily as he worked his cock inside you, stretching you far beyond what any of your high school boyfriends had managed. When you were ready, he positioned your legs over his shoulders and started to fuck you. The sound of his body slapping against yours filled the small room as your tits bounced in rhythm with his thrusts. It didn’t take long for you to cum again. Moments later he pulled out and stroked himself as he shot ropes of cum all the way from your pussy up to your tits. You admired the visual as he walked to the counter to find something for you to use to clean up.

He returned with some paper towel. Handing it to you before tucking his still semi-hard cock back inside his scrubs. Once you were clean it was back to business as usual. He made notes on his clipboard and told you what to expect next. There was some bloodwork needed, and the nurse would be back soon with a shot of some sort. He allowed you to dress, stealing a look or two as you did so. No doubt, trying to commit you to memory. When you were done he asked if you had any questions. “Nope,” you lied, sure that the questions you had didn’t match what he was willing to answer. He nodded, then turned to leave. “I’ll see you again in a year,” he said over his shoulder before closing the door behind him. “Yes, you will,” you thought to yourself as he left.