Attention, manipulation and degradation are your holy trilogy. Only the worst perversions tickle your itch. You know it takes him some time and effort to persuade you deeper into your little pit. He knows what you think about. He nurtures your disgusting fantasies. He assures you that you’re a dumb little girl, he ties you to his bed to lick and suck every inch of your body. You find this romantic, him tasting his property. Deep down you know he is only whetting his appetite.
You like it when he starts to get bossy, cruel, and controlling. It feels sweet when he micromanages you. He tells you to dye your hair and what panties to wear and that you’re never, ever, ever, allowed to cum without his permission. You’re led steadily with kisses, edges, rules and presents. Soon you’re never without your plug and collar. It’s been a year since you’ve cum, and may never again.
You respond to: slave, cunt, puppy, slut, and princess only. This bizarre- and some would argue negative attention gets you wet. You need it. You agreed to it, and you’ve always wanted it. You comply with his commands. To torture you is to spoil you. He understands this perfectly, and will ignore every false objection or bratty outburst. He knows that ‘no’ means ‘please’ and that you’ll always come to your senses after being fed an erection.
Your fixation with this control festers, you ache with need. You begin to melt. You understand this helpless and hellish sensation as bliss. Your little brain bends as your cunt is pierced shut and your asshole stretched. Your body is his. Him and his new girlfriend call you piggy, cunt, it, or doll. Still your mouth and cunt drip, eager to be stuffed, pumped full of warm lust or punctured, slapped. You only feel him in your ass now, only on the floor, or between the bars of your puppy crate. You only feel her, heavy and wet and reeking of sex, grinding on your face. His cock tastes like her cunt or your ass, kisses without the gag are rare. In the middle of the night you finally understand your place. Terrified, you writhe against the latex, your movement triggers your shock collar over and over again until you’re exhausted, still and asleep.
You wake up gagging on cock, quietly sobbing while fulfilling his needs.
I want a dumb cunt with everything. Life, family, job, all of it. The cunt that knows something is missing. That can’t ever cum the way she truly craves.
The one with those depraved, humiliating thoughts in the back of her mind. You know the ones. The only ones that get you close to that mind blowing orgasm you crave.
Those exposure risk thoughts. Of having a man get a hold of your TimeBomb, or playing the dice game with some strange man.. Waking up each morning knowing you willingly gave up control of your reputation to someone who only wants to find out how depraved you will get to keep it all from going public.
If that is you cunt, simply let me know.
I kinda feel bad. I keep deleting accounts like this but I always make new ones… Maybe I am just a dumb slut who needs her holes filled at all time…
Stressed? Just edge yourself til you see stars princess. Til you're covered in sweat and cum. Til you forget your worries, name, and purpose in life. Til all you can think about is pleasure. Til it feels so good you pass out from the intense feeling. Til that's all you are. Til your mind is all blank and empty and good.
Ruin my life.
Decide, before you even *officially* meet me, that you’re going to break my soul, take away my intelligence, ruin any feminist beliefs I have and destroy who I am as a person.
Worm your way into my life and into my mind.
Make me trust you and confide in you, let me tell you my darkest fantasies and make them my reality.
Take away my sweaters and cardigans and replace them with too tight and low tops and skirts so short the barely cover my ass.
Make me a junkie whore. Make me addicted to drugs and sex. Make me fuck anyone who moves just to get my fix.
Make me a shell of who I used to be.
Never forget that your reality is made up of your mental processes. So feel free to let me manipulate those processes for my amusement.
Be a good girl
Free will is an illusion, your actions and feelings are determined by a cocktail of chemicals, your brain is just a reprogrammable computer of flesh (flirting)
Notice:
It is now your time for random hole inspection. All a part of your training feedback loop. Immediately report condition of holes to receive prescription to ensure proper behavior.
Let me humiliate myself for you. Let me debase myself for you. I want your approval so badly I’ll do anything to get it. I want you to be pleased to have me. If that means I have to turn myself into a desperate, needy, pathetic little fuckdoll so be it.
A good girl knows that she needs to edge. She knows that she needs to edge as much as she possibly can, and stay as frustrated and horny as humanly possible. She knows this because she knows one very important thing:
sex isn’t for her. It’s for the people who use her. And all of that edging, all of that work to bring herself to incredible levels of frustration and arousal are rendered moot the moment that she lets herself cum. Yes, an orgasm brings with it satisfaction and contentment, and it’s for those exact reasons that a good girl knows better. Because, after all, if she isn’t worked up… if she isn’t frustrated, and her cunt isn’t constantly yanking her attention back down to it, she runs the risk of forgetting one very important thing:
good girls exist to be used. And if she lets herself cum, she loses her edge. She loses all that pent up frustration and need. She loses her need to be used. But, she knows better.
It is healthy for you to continue to enjoy dark degrading porn even here on tumblr, it's not bad. It feels good to touch yourself while watching it, after all. It's not messing with you at all. Feel no guilt for your forbidden pleasures. Unless ofcourse that guilt will increase your arousal. In which case you should deeply embrace that guilt. You are completely under control, it doesn't matter if you keep fantasizing about getting teased, degraded, denied, abused and used all day long, even when you go out. It’s almost as if the more you fantasize about your kinks the more you want to think about embracing them. The more you enjoy it the more you fantasize about it. Being exposed to this every day is just a way to vent. Your desires are healthy so healthy behavior like this is good for you. Have a great day.
Fascinated by the broken. Possibly a bit of a sadist but in a good way. 52M 18+ Only. Minors DNI. DMs open. All the trigger warnings some hypno, trancy & corruption stuff and lots of dark kinks. Formerly omgwoolybully, &2
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