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Reminder <3
Your holes are not for your pleasure, the only reason their there is to bring others pleasure. Your nothing but leaky pleasureful holes <33
Hehe my brain is so funky right now- all I can think about is how dumb I am and how easy I would be convincing to do things <3
Gaslighting is so Fun and Attractive to have done to you <3
“What do you mean you didn’t tell me you where going to ride me love?”
“You forgot to do your punishment Love,”
“Ah, ah, you forgot a rule doll,”
“What did you forget you agreed to serve me all day pup?”
Make me dumber  Master <3
Someone should fuck me in front of everyone so they can all know how much of a whore I am <3
Cuddle me nice and sweetly with only gentle touches tell I fall asleep <3
Then fuck me allll you want as I can no longer protest it, and rape me to your heart filled <3 even if it has to happen after I wake up, I’ll forgive you right? After all I’m just a dumb puppy who’s made to give pleasure to others <3
Record me getting fucked and passed around to multiple people, then make me watch it over and over again tell I can no longer think, blindfolded me then have you way with me, listening to my moans of getting fucked over and over again so out of it. That I can’t even hear the moans I’m making while you leave me on a vibrator and with all stuffed holes and I won’t even know where you left me <3
Is it in front of my work? My school? The park? Who knows, I sure don’t <3
Just to be breed and fucked over and over again, at a moments notice, always stuffed full of cum, to be your stress relief <3
Your room mate/partner calling in sick to work for you just so they can use you themselves all day. Hope you didn't have plans for the rest of the day, because they were kind enough and went ahead and made some for you! Unbeknownst to you, you'll be spending the day with your head between their thighs, huffing and worshipping their member for as long as they want you to. The day will start off with you waking up as per usual, but you feel something slightly off, an odd sensation on your face. Living with this particular room mate for a while now, you know immediately that it's their cum, so you go to wipe it off only to find your arms have been restrained behind your back. "Sorry roomie, but for today I'm gonna be needing you as a cum rag" you hear off to the left of your bed where your roomie is standing smiling proudly at you. All before grabbing your hair roughly and bringing you face to face with their crotch. They bring your nose straight to their balls and let out a long sigh. "Breathe it all in for me - I haven't showered in like 2 days because I was looking forward to this so the smell must be intoxicating for you right now" they say. And it's true. You feel your brain start to go all fuzzy and before you know it, your lips are being forced open by their tip. The pull you all the way to the base until your nose is touching their soft bush, being forced to huff in their scent. You hear them playing around with something and you recognise the clanging as a belt. All of a sudden the belt is being tied around the back of your head and their hips, forcing you to stay connected to them and deepthroating their cock. They drag you around like this for an hour, one time mentioning they had to use the bathroom and that they're lucky to have a personal urinal so close on hand, before relieving themselves in your throat. It's around midday when they finally unbuckle the belt and let your head fall back against a seat, but you don't get very much relief as they immediately sit down on your face, their sloppy balls right up against your nose. "Stay quiet while I watch this show, I wanna enjoy this" they say as they begin grinding back and forth on top of you. Eventually they start jacking themselves off and order you to open your mouth and stick your tongue out. You do so obediently as they begin to climax, their cum slowly trickling down their member and into your mouth. "Good toy" the praise you. For the rest of the day you're treated as their urinal, oral slut, and convenient cum dump and you listen obediently. This isn't the first time you've spent the day on the whims of your room mate and you know it certainly won't be the last.
Going to a Christmas party being thrown by some friends for the holidays and being told to wear "slutty" festive clothes to fit the theme of the party. Upon arriving, it's clear that you were the only one given that set of instructions, as every other person at the party is dressed in completely normal clothes, but you decide to not let it get to you and just try and enjoy yourself despite the humiliation. The host of the party calls you over to help prepare for the "activities" for the night. "Oops", they say, grabbing your attention, "I hope you know the rules to follow when around a mistletoe" continuing as they point to their crotch, while holding a mistletoe slightly above their waist. You laugh it off and go to continue what you were doing before they roughly grab your hair and pull you to your knees before them, the guests around you cheering them on and urging you to not be a party pooper. You try to say this joke is going too far before they interrupt you. "Joke? This isn't a joke, slut, give your new lover a kiss" they say as they grind their already bulging crotch against your face, their faint musk leaking through their pants. They let you go and begin unzipping while two other guests continue to hold you down in front of them, pushing your face against their cock as they finally pull their pants down, precum already smearing across your face. "You see, the only reason you're here is to be used as a party favour - why do you think I asked you to dress like what you are?" They explain while entwining your hair around one of their hands as they slap your face with their cock with the other. You sob quietly and look around to see if anyone would help you but all you notice is some taking off their own pants, some feeling up others while watching you, a few even had their hands down their pants touching themselves to the sight of your humiliation. Then you notice all of them have a mistletoe somewhere on their person as they smirk, jiggling it slightly in your direction and you realise you're going to be in for a long night.
Before even finishing the last thought, your mouth is pried open by the two others that were holding you down while your "friend" with their hand in your hair forces their cock into your mouth. Shoving it as deep as they can, retracting slightly just to push in further and further. The two people on either side of you feeling you up, licking and sucking on your neck, gently caressing your body as you relentlessly drool down your chest. Finally the cock reaches the back of your mouth and meets immediate resistance from your throat, which they deal with by pounding harder and harder, forcing their way through. The entire room taken over by the lewd sounds of gagging, slurping and the choking of a slut. You hear them moan above you as they finish deep within your throat, forcing you to swallow all of their seed. After exiting your throat, you begin coughing but are suddenly pulled by your hair and another cock is down your throat, thrusting into you with the intent of breeding your throat. You feel some warm spurts land on your body and realise people are literally getting off on your body, feeling people's cum slide down your back, some landing in your hair as you tear up, being used as little more than a fleshlight.
Trying to jerk away from cock after cock, but each pass of resistance being caught, followed by your current user humping rougher against your face. Constantly having your throat filled with cum, ushering sloppy gurgling sounds each time as you're practically drowning in their cum. Salty balls ballsacks constantly slapping against your slick chin, your body covered in multiple layers of cum. Finally, the last cock leaves your mouth, spilling over your face and hair, leaving you a panting mess on the floor surrounded by people all still touching themselves. "Let's give the slut a white Christmas they won't soon forget" the host jokes as they begin painting your entire body white, leaving you in a puddle of mess, mentioning how they should do this every year...
I finally manage to be able to come visit you after weeks and months of talking and you teasing and degrading me. I show up late, as the travelling took so long so I pretty much pass out as soon as I arrive. I wake up early next morning though, and I can't help but notice that I can't move. at all. I start to panic, and go to scream, but my mouth is stuffed with... socks? underwear? I really can't tell, but the taste is so strong that I can't help but gag. I go to spit it out but there's duct tape placed so strongly it doesn't even budge. Finally I hear you. entering the room, you see my eyes start to tear up as you explain that I'm going to be yours from now on, whether I like it or not. throughout the entire day you're going to be breaking me in, oh, and the "visit" we had planned? you tell me I'm not going anywhere. that my permanent place in life from now on is at your pet.
You say I may have noticed the taste in my mouth and I gag as I'm reminded of it. You put me to work almost immediately after I passed out, tying up my unconscious body and jamming your worn clothes into my mouth to marinate over night. You rip the tape off my mouth and I whimper at the pain, as you pull out your undergarments and are amazed at how clean they were compared to when you put them in, saying I may be competing for the position of your washing machine too. As soon as im able to talk I start begging and pleading to be let go, to which you obviously refuse and roll me over. My hands are tied behind my back, my ankles apart with a spreader bar and all I can do is moan as you start spanking me. punishing me for wanting to leave and saying by the end, you'll fix that. you roll me over again as tears roll down my cheeks, and i beg again. you slap me, hard. I whimper again as you straddle my chest, saying you've been waiting so long for me to wake up that you didn't even go to the bathroom in anticipation. my eyes widen at this, and I shake my head, but you've already got your girlcock out and you're stroking it in front of my face, precum dripping onto my lips I'm trying to keep sealed tightly, still denying you. it comes slowly at first, but then eventually you're at full stream, your warm piss covering my face and filling my nose - I open my mouth to breathe but it was a mistake. you take this chance and thrust forward, forcing me to take you all the way to the base as you continue to piss, right down my throat. I'm forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful and I'm gagging and crying. I look up at you for relief and you look down and smirk at me. telling me I'm nothing more but a toy to be used by you. I belong to you entirely now - I'm not even a person and never ever deserve to be treated as one. finally you finish pissing, but you don't remove yourself from my throat - instead you start pounding, relentlessly. tearing past my gagging reflexes and claiming my throat as if it's literally nothing more than a fleshlight.
After you finish and make me swallow your girlcum, you force a ring gag into my mouth and I try to utter my complaints but all that comes out are noises, and the sound of me still choking on your cum. You clean your cock off against my face, and use my hair. you grasp my hair tightly, yanking me from the bed and still tied up before dragging me to your desk, saying you have some porn to watch, among other things. you clip a collar around my neck and attach a leash to your waist, forcing your still hard girldick down my throat again, saying I'm gonna be here a while. throughout the day, you use me as your urinal, degrading me all the while, but otherwise ignoring me. viewing me as nothing but a sex toy. after the first few hours my brain gets fuzzy, as I'm forced to swallow so much of your cum and piss, the musk of your crotch shutting my brain off and my eyes glaze over.
Finally releasing me from between your legs, you say that it's time to really break me in. I have no idea how much time has passed, but I can tell that it's late into the day. you pull out the ring gag and I moan a thank you, but you slap me in response, saying toys don't talk. I whimper and nod slightly, giving in almost completely. you lead me over to your bed, roughly positioning my body however you want, forcing me to arch my back as my whines are muffled by the pillow. holding me by the nape, you start spanking me, saying you want me nice and red so I feel the sting when you use me. you tell me to count but I only make it to ten before I start tearing up again when you decide I'm ready. you line your girlcock up with my whole and impale me completely in one thrust. I moan into the pillow and cum immediately, embarrassed from being used like this. you pound into me again and again, choking and spanking me all the while. you degrade me for hours as you use me like a sex doll. I can practically feel the amount of girlcum sloshing around within me, making me feel like nothing but a glorifies condom. I pass out soon after, from all the stimulation, but this doesn't stop you and you continue to use me throughout the night. pulling out only to mark your territory, as my mind finally breaks. tongue out and panting as I take you, tears in my eyes as I moan that I love you and your girlcock, giving in entirely.
Answers to "it hurts"
I know (apologetically)
I know (condescendingly)
It's supposed to
Good
I'm sorry
It'll be over soon
Stop whining
And it'll get worse if you don't *insert threat*
Well it wouldn't have to if you didn't *insert mistake*
You're supposed to say 'thank you'
I love hearing you say that
This is nothing, I'll show you actual pain
Get used to it
You'll get used to it
Stop lying
At least you still feel it
Shut up
Why don't you beg me to stop, then?
Can't be that bad if you're still talking
I don't care
Did I ask?
It's the only way you'll learn
You can take it
I just wrote an insanely long post for the beginning of an erotica story... and it glitches and failed... and I wasn't smart enough to save it or copy it into something else. SMH maybe I'll try again tomorrow. Feel free to send asks or DMs for requests of scenarios I should write about. I think I want to start doing more original content. And now I've learned my lesson
Turn off my brain; turn on my body - I dare you.
TW: guns, CNC, blood, and degradation - read on at your own risk. NO MINORS!
**I am life long gun owner & an aggressive advocate for gun safety & operate under RACK. Do NOT play with guns my Lovelies… unless you damn well know what you’re doing at all times.**
Il trying to decide between which of two scenarios to enact first:
1. You know you’re in trouble so you, sorry little pup that you are, strip down at the bedroom door; hoping to distract my ire in some small way. It doesn’t work, I don’t even acknowledge you and continue to load the first, then second and third clips. You drop to your knees and crawl to me, stopping at the bottom of the bed and wait & wait & wait until I’m done. I look at you for a long moment, my expression as cold & hard as the steel in my lap.
Setting aside two of the clips, I slide the third one home and chamber a round. My thumb playing with the safety, the only sound in the room as I watch you watching me. You scoot a bit closer, up along the side of the bed and whimper softly, an attempt at further apologies. Within reach now, I trace the barrel up the side of your neck, along your jaw line, over your chin to your lips.
“Open…” and slip the cold steel between your parted lips as you swallow hard; eyes wide, uncertain, scared and excited at the same time - you can’t tell if the safety is off or on. “Suck me off til I cum you pathetic excuse for a Pet & we’ll see if you can earn another goddamn chance, another fucking pass, another useless day.”
2. You let yourself in, the house is unusually dark - no lights of welcome wait for you over the kitchen stove, living room, or that you can see upstairs. The hunt is on, so to speak … are you staying or leaving?
You make your way through the shadows from the garage door towards the stairs; as you pass by kitchen you might catch sense of movement before I’m on you. I growl softly, almost a laugh, pushing you forward so you stumble so I can bend you over the arm of couch, shoving your face into the cushion so your delayed yelp of surprise is muffled as you feel cold steel tip of the barrel just below your ear.
“You’re trespassing…” you try to push back - the urge to fight, to survive outweighing common sense, to stand up or get away & plead, to breath as you’re smothering against the cushion; but I’m taller, stronger, angry & in control as I grip your hair and your hear the soft click of the safety, up down up down up again. “Trespassers are nothing but toys to use, to break, and to throw away. I’m going to enjoy splitting you apart before I get rid of you.”
You wiggle beneath my grip, muffled words that I can only assume are pleadings turn to a whimper as I press my body against yours to hold you still; you can feel the length of my largest, thickest cock against your ass and thigh through our clothing.
