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It was fun while it lasted...
In the SAME paragraph, the tumblr overlords write...
“Tumblr is a place to speak freely about topics like art, sex positivity, your relationships, your sexuality, and your personal journey”
AND
“Posts that contain adult content will no longer be allowed on Tumblr”
So I guess if I want to speak freely about my sex positive, kinky-as-fuck personal journey, that’s just too bad. It was nice knowing y’all, my fellow perverts. Au revoir!
Absolutely! When I’m considering a new cumdump, the “consent” talk only happens ONCE, at the beginning. After that, she’s owned property and anything goes, 24/7.
The three things I always tell my next cumdump before I use her
Communication is key. Before I play with anyone, I ALWAYS make sure I get express consent regarding what is about to happen. Here’s the conversation I always have with my next victim before raising a fist to her. Make sure the cunt understands.
1. I couldn’t care less about your pleasure
This is about ME and MY pleasure. If I want to rape your ass, you bend over and spread your cheeks wider for me so I can shoot my load even deeper into your shithole. If I feel like turning your mouth into my urinal- OPEN UP and gulp it all down. YOU DON’T MATTER. What YOU want doesn’t matter. You’re not a person, you’re a living fleshlight made to be split open, ruined, and cum-filled. This is ALL ABOUT ME. Get it, whore?
2. You will thank me for giving you the abuse you need
Ever since you were raped or molested as a child, you should know your only purpose is to be a man’s cum receptacle. If you don’t already realize that, I’m about to help you realize it. I know the only thing that makes you feel like your life is worth anything is when strange men like me beat you, spit on you, and cum inside your unprotected holes in a dirty hotel room like this one. When I’m finished abusing you, I expect you to thank me for helping you fulfill your true purpose. If you do a good job, I might let you serve me again soon. If not, I’ll throw you out forever like the human garbage you are.
3. Look at the camera and tell me you want this
I know dumb, broken cunts like you are frequently emotionally unstable, so I can’t trust you. If for some reason you decide that the shame you feel after I completely break you down into a pile of quivering, existential slime is too much to handle and you decide to ‘misremember’ this encounter as being anything less than CONSENSUAL, I need proof that YOU WANT THIS. Tell me you are sober, NOT being coerced, and acting of your own free will. Look at the camera and tell me you want to be abused. (Guys- be SURE you have video proof of this one. VERY important.)
Remembering what's important
What’s important:
How big a woman’s tits are.
How tight a woman’s holes are.
How obedient a woman is.
What’s NOT important:
A woman’s dignity.
A woman’s opinion.
A woman’s pleasure.
If you’re a WOMAN who agrees LIKE AND REBLOG THIS POST.
If you’re a MAN who agrees REBLOG THIS POST.
Truth. Please reblog
So true.
I am a humiliation addict. I need to be insulted and degraded to get off.
Rape play posts get me the most wet because there’s nothing more humiliating than being forced and used, knowing the men raping you think it’s hilarious and love that you’re helpless, that they have absolute control and can do what they want with me no matter how hard I cry or push away. That they’ll continue however long they wish.
I love rape gangbang fantasies most because I crave being used to my full extent
Being debased, degraded and abused by others is the only thing that gets me horny and my pussy soaked
I’d just like to thank all the abusive/absentee fathers out there for helping to create masochistic fucktoy cumdumps like this one. Keep up the good work.
Men: if you want to control her behavior, fuck her MIND first
This post will be the first in a series of training guides I’ll call ‘Bimbo Behavior Modification 101’. This one is on the concept of ‘personalized discipline.’
Every man who owns a bitch knows that sooner of later she’ll inevitably present him with some behavior issues. What can you expect? She’s a woman, so she can’t help fucking up occasionally. But just like a dog, you can train your favorite piece of ass to be an even better, more obedient, more disciplined fucktoy for you to enjoy. The secret weapon for success is to create a targeted plan that works for HER. Yes, she’s your cumdump… but she’s also a uniquely individual cumdump, with her own personal set of baggage to consider.
The first rule to remember is: there is NO “one size fits all” here. Give the right whore the right punishment, and it works like magic. Give the same punishment to a different whore, and it might not work at all. For example: to a slut who loves being physically abused- if your ‘punishment’ consists of strapping her down on the bed and beating her ass black & blue with your belt, that’s not really a punishment, is it? For her, that’s not punishment, that’s playtime. Likewise- to a bitch with a massive exhibitionist streak in her- if you decided to walk her down the street on a leash in nothing more than her bra & panties… again, that’s not much of a punishment.
This leads us to the most important concept of this post- the second, ‘golden rule’: Your personalized discipline needs to tap into her deepest, darkest fears and exploit the shit out of them. She needs to HATE the thought of what you’re doing to her- hate and fear it at the deepest, most existential level you can tap into. The more emotionally crippling terror your punishment injects into her psyche, the deeper you will condition her thinking and behavior. You need to lead her right to the edge of completely breaking her mind… then let her peer over the edge into the abyss… and then pull her back from the edge and let her see that you just saved her.
Here are the three things that every effective behavior modification technique has in common:
1. They are creative yet simple 2. They will attack your slut’s deepest fears like a virus 3. They will last for the duration necessary to affect real change
I’m going to describe three different times I enforced personalized discipline, and explain why each one worked. I won’t explain what each slut did wrong, because that’s not the point. What matters is how I dealt with her. The ironic thing here is that while all three of these techniques were brutally effective, to the ‘Vanilla world’ 2 of the 3 wouldn’t even seem like punishments at all. You don’t need to have some full body latex suit, tons of toys and gadgets or a basement dungeon in order to induce serious behavioral changes. All you need is an understanding of psychology and a little imagination.
Example #1: I owned a bitch once who was very shy, timid- overall a great slave, but she had an issue with body dysmorphia. She wasn’t bulimic or anorexic, just wildly inaccurate with her perceived image. She was in good shape and weighed about 125lbs, but in her mind she weighed 300lbs. ALWAYS talking about “how fat I am.” THINSPO and calorie counting was her religion. Of course, her diet was extremely strict. No carbs. Nothing fried. No sugar. Lots of veggies & fish. ‘Clean eating’ all the time. FOOD was her trigger. So when the time came for her to be taught a serious lesson, I went to Church’s Chicken and bought a huge box of fried chicken strips, ranch sauce, a few buttermilk biscuits- then went to DQ and got a large Chocolate Shake with extra whipped cream on top. My last stop was to the grocery store where I bought a loaf of white bread and a gallon of whole milk. I came home and ordered her to the kitchen table, setting the fried chicken & shake down. “You’re going to eat every fucking bite of this, right now.” A look of pale death enveloped her face the second she looked at it. I lathered butter on the biscuits. I dunked the chicken in ranch sauce until it was dripping. I sat there and watched her struggle to take each bite. She looked like she would barf any second, visibly recoiling each time she swallowed. I sat across from her and said “Bitch, if you throw up you’re eating your puke off the table.”
I could see the terror in her eyes. In her mind, with every bite she was becoming more of an abomination. She was adding 10 pounds of disgusting, cottage cheese fat to her thighs with each swallow. It was working beautifully. I said in a very calm & reassuring voice “You know you did this to yourself, right? If you hadn’t fucked up, you wouldn’t have to eat all this food. You know this is all your fault, don’t you?” She slowly nodded ‘yes’ as the tears streamed down her cheeks. This was lunchtime. For the rest of the afternoon, every hour on the hour I made her eat one slice of heavily buttered bread and drink a large glass of whole milk. Nothing but carbs and fat, all day long. I accompanied her to the bathroom every time she had to go, making sure she didn’t attempt to purge.
The punishment lasted from approximately 12PM until 2AM the next morning. I kept her up past her bedtime so she had plenty of hours of repeated feeding. Right before bed I said “you need to get some sleep now, so we can repeat this all again tomorrow.” At that point I thought she was about to have a nervous breakdown. The sobbing and pleading began. I was never intending to repeat this the next day, but she didn’t know that. After letting her beg and cry and grovel at my feet and SWEAR she’d never do it again, I “gave in” to her and said “OK, babygirl… Daddy believes you. I won’t make you do it again tomorrow.”
I allowed her to fast for the next 2 days straight. She was grateful to me, and she never made the same mistake again.
The next 2 examples will be posted in the following days. If you embrace the Patriarchy re-blog this.
Sometimes truth is wilder than fiction
Even though it’s better to make NEW experiences happen, I also like to think back on some of the hottest, craziest things that have already happened to me. Over the last 20+ years I’ve had plenty of wild sexual encounters. But two of them really stand out in my mind as being more transgressive somehow than the rest of them- more anti-social, more dangerous, more depraved… just hotter. So I’ve decided to share my memoirs of these two real-life encounters with all you fine perverts. I know these sound like works of fiction, but that’s just because I’m an excellent writer and can make anything sound amazing. I swear on my mother’s grave both of these things actually happened exactly as described. I’ve been wanting to put out an entire anthology of my exploits… maybe that will happen someday. Enjoy.
#1: There was a stretch of time a few years ago when I would occasionally get my cock sucked under a public park bridge by this really hot older slut. We met after she messaged me on Fetlife. She said she lived close to LA, and complimented me on some writing I had posted celebrating Male Dominance and the importance of women everywhere becoming more obedient and subservient to the patriarchy. We started chatting and she quickly made it clear that she LOVED serving cock, and that she would be a willing cumdump for me whenever I wanted to use her mouth. She wasn’t quite old enough to be my mom, but close. Her page was scarce- not much info about herself and just a few pix. She seemed strangely guarded, but it was enough to get me interested.
Meeting her was like something out of a spy flick. We only communicated through email, never phone. Throughout our handful of encounters I never got her phone number, and never learned any personal details about her- I didn’t know if she was married, didn’t know where she lived, I didn’t even know her real name. We would arrange the meeting by email, and then both show up, simple as that. When we first started chatting I suggested we meet at a hotel, but she begged me to let our encounter be in public, and although I found the request a bit strange, I had no problem with it. As long as I’d knew I’d be pumping my babies down this whore’s throat I didn’t really care where it happened.
During our initial email exchange she directed me to a particular park, where she said she’d be sitting on a bench near a bridge and described what she’d be wearing. I thought about the possibility that she might have an accomplice pop out of the bushes with a gun to rob me- I mean, this was set up to happen in a secluded area of a dimly lit park at 11PM. Things could go sideways. But that’s why I left my wallet & ID in the car which I parked a safe distance away from the park. On top of that I’m a pretty big dude, and I’ve trained extensively in Martial Arts since I was a kid, so I wasn’t too concerned about my safety. I entered the park and soon found the bridge, the bench, and her. I walked up and said “Are you the woman I’m looking for?” She simply got up and said “I am. Follow me” then walked about 50 feet until we were at the middle of the bridge underpass, then she dropped into position on her knees.
I leaned back against the cold stone wall and she went to work like a vacuum cleaner. Serious porn-star level head. Wet. Sloppy. Alternating back and forth between no hands and the two-handed corkscrew motion. This slut was moaning while she gagged herself, forcing my entire shaft down her throat, all the way to my balls. It was dark and really quiet, so her moans and slurping sounds seemed amplified as they bounced off the stone walls of the bridge. She was a TRUE slut. Not putting on an act, but seriously getting something she NEEDED by worshipping the cock. At one point she licked sloppily down to the bottom of my sack and attempted to get her tongue as far down into my crack as she could from that position. I turned around to face the wall, and without saying a word she spread my ass cheeks wide and gave me the most incredible rimjob I’ve ever had. It was like she was digging for buried treasure with her tongue.
After letting her eat my ass out for what seemed like a long time, I turned back around and stuck my cock down her throat again. I was getting close. Right as I was about to cum I took both hands and wrapped them around the back of her head, and violently impaled her face onto my entire shaft, so she couldn’t spit even if she wanted to. I said “Swallow every fucking drop” as I pumped thick, oozing jets of cum into her mouth, then felt her throat spasm as she gulped my entire load down her throat. After I was finished I pulled my cock out and wiped it all over her face, smearing her thick makeup everywhere. She just said “Thank you. Let’s do this again soon…” then got up and walked away. I stayed behind to compose myself and left a few minutes later.
I met her a few more times after that for a repeat performance, but I never fucked her. I tried to fuck her, but she insisted I just let her suck it, so I was content to receive the same level of mind-blowing head each time. Even though I never learned her real name, or age, or where she lived, I didn’t really want to know- The whole scenario just seemed even nastier that way. I could have kept up our occasional public encounters indefinitely, but after about 6 months of meeting approximately once a month, one of my emails went unanswered. I tried again a few weeks later, but still no answer. She was gone. I have no idea what happened to her, and I doubt I’ll ever know.
#2 I was out at nightclub one evening when I spotted this fairly hot, middle-aged Bimbo sitting at the bar by herself. Huge fake tits, too much makeup, a tight, slutty little club dress (so basically just my type). She wasn’t full-blown porn star hot, but it was obvious she was trying her best. I started chatting her up, and it became apparent that she was already pretty tipsy. I thought she might be an escort, but I was hoping this wasn’t the case because I never pay for pussy. I asked her why she was alone. Turns out her friend was supposed to come with but got hung up at work, and would possibly be joining later. Fast forward to the good part: we spent a few hours having a flirtatious small-talk convo in the loud club (you can never understand what anyone’s saying in those situations… you just keep eye contact, nod your head and say “Yeah!” a lot, as if you were hanging on every word). Eventually she got confirmation that her friend wouldn’t be showing up, and asked me if I would give her a ride home. Of course I’m thinking to myself “I’m about to be ruining this slut’s holes all night long” so I quickly got my check and we left.
When we got to her place she told me to park on the street right in front of her house, so I pulled up & turned off the engine & lights, expecting the “come in for a drink” invite any second. It never came. Instead, she quickly leaned over and started passionately making out with me. After a few minutes I said “Let’s go inside” but she replied “No, I want to stay right here.” I pulled her tits out of her dress and started slapping her rock hard implants & roughly pinching her nipples, then she reached for my belt. I helped her out in freeing my cock from the confines of my jeans. She quickly bent over the console from the passenger side and took as much of my cock down her throat as she could- unsuccessfully trying to deepthroat me, gagging like an amateur in the process. Her skills weren’t very polished, but she was drunk as fuck by now and slurring her words, so that part made sense. At that point I wanted to use her in a much more comfortable setting, so I said firmly “We’re going inside your house now.” Here’s where the ‘record scratch’ moment of the encounter happens. She replied “We CAN’T go inside my house. My husband is inside asleep in our bed, and he has no idea I’m doing this.” At that point the logical half of my brain told me to kick this bitch out of the car and escape before hubby busts out the front door with a shotgun. But my cock was already rock hard- so of course in that split-second debate my small head emerged victorious over my bigger one. This was SO crazy. I could see their bedroom window from the car. I said “WHAT THE FUCK? Why didn’t you tell me this? Let’s go to my place then.” She replied with her drunkenly slurred speech “But the danger of it gets me off. I just love knowing we could get caught at any moment.” Not only was this slut hot and drunk- she was batshit crazy as well.
By now I was pretty pissed off. I said “OK. You want it, you got it.” Luckily I was driving an SUV with a pretty big 2nd row seat. I pushed her from the passenger seat into the 2nd row then hopped in back right behind her. I pushed her face up against the passenger window, keeping one hand tightly gripped around her neck. From this vantage point I was facing the bedroom window & front door of her house so I could see any lights coming on or doors opening. I pulled her dress up over her ass and slid her G-string to the side, then with my first thrust I bottomed out balls-deep inside her pussy, HARD. No warm up, no ‘easing it in’… just straight, savage fucking. I started pounded that drunk whore like I was fucking a blow-up doll. Under normal conditions I like to really take my time and punish the holes- pound her out for a long time, make her FEEL IT… until I’m sure that she’ll be sore for at least a week and unable to walk properly. In this case, however, I was just trying to get my nut as fast as possible so I could get the fuck out of there.
She started screaming in the car- actually screaming while I was fucking her. It’s as if she wanted to get caught. With my other hand (the one that wasn’t gripping the back of her neck) I clasped it tightly over her mouth. I leaned over and put my lips to her ear. “Shut the fuck up” I kept saying over and over. “Shut the fuck up and make me cum.”
In my entire life I have never concentrated so hard on trying to cum as quickly as possible. Luckily for me, her pussy was GOOD. Perfectly shaved- wet, smooth and tight. It was only a few minutes before I was about to blow. I didn’t give her any warning- didn’t ask her “where do you want me to cum?” No… FUCK THAT. I thought to myself “You wanted danger, you got it. The danger of thinking you just got bred by a complete stranger.” The second I started to cum I buried my cock balls deep into her and just held it there, deliberately trying to spray my seed as deep into her womb as I could. And it was a fucking MASSIVE load too. It had been almost a week since the last time I had cum, and even though there’s no way to prove it- in my mind I felt like this one was an uber-potent, baby maker of a load.
Part of me was actually hoping I WOULD breed this bitch. That’s what she gets for tricking me into playing her game. And that’s what her hubby gets for letting his lush of a wife go out to a club alone, dressed like a whore. Any man who would be that oblivious deserves to lose his wife by conquest to a man like me. To have MY baby growing inside her would be the fate they both deserved.
After my cock stopped twitching and I squeezed every last drop of cum from the tip of my head into her dripping hole, I pulled out and got myself together. I put her panties back in place, pulled her dress down and opened the door. She had a shocked look on her face and didn’t say a word. I don’t know what she was thinking. Was she surprised, grateful or horrified that I just launched a home-run of a cum load into the upper decks of her pussy? Was she experiencing Nirvana? Was she experiencing the worst regret of her life? I didn’t know and didn’t care. I just wanted her to get the fuck out of my Jeep.
I jumped back into the front seat and started the engine. “Time to go home” I said. “Tell your husband I said thanks for the memories.” She stepped out and looked back at me as if she was expecting me to say something else, but as soon as she cleared the door frame and I was sure I wouldn’t run over her feet I hit the gas while the back door was still open. I saw her in my rear view just standing there staring at me as I sped off down the street. At the end of the block I turned the corner and as soon as I was out of view, I jumped out and shut the rear passenger door, then continued my escape. The entire drive home I remember wondering to myself if I would ever have a crazier experience for the rest of my life.
I never went back to that club. Luckily, LA is a gigantic city, so the chances of me randomly seeing her ever again are slim to none. And if I did knock her up… for her sake I hope her husband holds a close resemblance to me.
The power of hypnotic language patterns
One of my favorite techniques I use to behaviorally condition my sluts and put them into subspace is very simple (most of the best things are), and only requires a willing cumdump and a videocamera.
This is how I do it: first, I set up a videocamera on a nightstand or TV stand about 3 feet from the edge of the bed, pointing at the bed (obviously). I flip the screen around to the front so the person being filmed can see themselves as they’re filmed. Then I take the Bimbo fucktoy who needs conditioning, and prop them up doggystyle at the edge of the bed, face at the end of the bed, looking right into the camera. I zoom the lens so that the only thing you can see in the screen is her face and ass when her back is arched in the proper position. Next, I get behind her and start fucking her asshole. It’s important you fuck her ASS, because anal naturally has a stronger “taboo” vibe associated to it, so the natural perversity of your suggestion will align with the action better.
I don’t go too fast or brutal. I use relaxed, measured (but deep) strokes. Rhythmic fucking. Establish a natural pace. Once I’ve got the rhythm just right I say to her “look at yourself in the screen. Do NOT look away from your own face, not even for a second. With every thrust I make, I want you to repeat the phrase ‘I’m a worthless whore’ over and over. You do NOT have permission to stop repeating this phrase until you feel my cum flooding your asshole.”
I’ll keep slowly, rhythmically fucking her asshole while she stares at herself on the screen being the ultimate fucktoy, repeating “I’m a worthless whore” over and over until the phrase is burned into her mind. Usually, I’ll go for between 20-30 minutes with each session. I’ve found most sluts can be conditioned pretty nicely with this duration. Of course, this won’t be a one time thing. You should train your whore like this at least bi-weekly to make sure the hypnotic suggestion “sticks”. Before too long, even without your instruction, the second she feels the tip of your cock touch her asshole, she’s thinking “I’m a worthless whore” in her mind.
The beauty of this technique is also the fact that you can make the hypnotic suggestive phrase whatever you want it to be. You could have her repeat “I’m the property of Master (inset your name here)”.
Another thing that’s great about it is that you can give her the video afterwards and make her watch it and edge herself for extended periods of time whenever you’re not there to use her in person. Conditioning upon conditioning!
I can’t guarantee this will always work for everyone, but I can tell you it’s worked for me MANY times. On multiple occasions I have noticed a change in the desired behavior of a particular fucktoy after putting her through a few weeks of rigorous training. So Men- try this out on your property! I hope you achieve some good results.
THIS- All day long. Say it. Live it. Be it.
Men: why you should always keep your bimbo wrapped up like a present
Mind pop 💦💞🍒
This is perfect. Be a good little bimbo whore and allow yourself to slip deeper and deeper into mindless submission...
A Bimbo’s mantra – “My worth is my holes”
Here’s a little something for all you bimbos & wannabe bimbos. I’m going to give you some very simple advice that will hopefully keep you motivated as you become a more perfect fucktoy for your man, no matter how you look. It all starts by re-framing what you consider to be “success” when it comes to being a better bimbo.
There’s fantasy, and there’s reality. For example, many women who consider themselves “kinky” have rape fantasies, yet very few of those women would actually want to be raped by a complete stranger. Here’s another example: many masochistic slaves dream about being locked up like an animal in a cage and used as nothing more than a 24/7 cumdump, but then “real life” gets in the way… most of us have jobs, living parents, kids, etc.- so the idea of being a 24/7 slave is more difficult when you consider this.
When it comes to being a bimbo, you already know the fantasy- HUGE fake tits, a perfect body, slutty wardrobe, etc. I’m not telling you to stop striving for this perfection. By all means, do everything in your power to become the physical manifestation of the fantasy, because we want all of this. We want the bolt-on tits, the plumped lips, the big hair, the make-up overload, the stripper heels… ALL OF IT. Yes, we want that.
What I’m saying is- even if you don’t already look like the fantasy bimbo fucktoy on the outside that you feel you are on the inside- you have 3 holes that can go a long way towards helping your man forget you don’t have those DD implants yet.
“My worth is my holes.” Say it again. Say it over and over out loud and in your head until it’s more than just words- it’s your state of mind. Sure, of course he cares about how you look. But he cares even MORE about how hard you make him CUM. Therefore, even a bimbo who might only score a 5 or 6 on the “perfect 10 hotness meter” can keep her man happy if she focuses on the most important things.
As a bimbo, you are a toy- an object, a living doll who exists to make cocks cum. You don’t need to look like the perfect Barbie doll bimbo to have amazing holes- but no matter what you look like- your 3 holes need to be THE BEST 3 HOLES that he’s ever cum in, simple as that.
1. Your mouth had better feel like a hot, swirling vortex of wet perfection as it envelops his cock. OF COURSE you will deep throat him. Can’t go all the way down to his balls? You’d better practice, bitch. If you have to, get a dildo that’s even bigger than the average guy and practice your deep throat skills while training your ass with a plug and fingering yourself. You do not stop until you get balls deep without a gag reflex. Is your neck getting sore? Too fucking bad. Is your jaw is going numb? TOO FUCKING BAD. The ONLY thing that matters is that you WORK your slut mouth until he feels like he’s traveled to the 4th dimension while spewing his load down your throat. And once he starts to cum, you savor that cum and then gulp it all down your throat like it was candy. Don’t even THINK about spitting. Dedicated bimbos swallow.
2. Your pussy had better be the tightest, baldest, smoothest pussy he’s ever slid into. And you’d better be eager to take his cum ANYWHERE he wants to shoot it. If you aren’t already, get on birth control so he can fuck your perfect, smooth pussy raw and shoot deep inside of you if he feels like it. Do your Kegel exercises so your pussy feels virgin-tight while you milk that cum from his cock with every thrust. Scream and moan and cry like a pornstar while you work for his cum. Even if your man is small, you make him feel like he’s got the most amazing cock you’ve ever felt. This is all about you being the fantasy for him. Even if you don’t LOOK like the fantasy, you can always ACT like the fantasy.
3. Your asshole had better be prepared for him at ALL TIMES, and be the cleanest, freshest ass he’s ever had. Get a plug and train your ass daily, so that when your man wants to fuck it he can slide right in without having to force it. When he wants to fuck your ass it should be effortless for him. And if he wants to pull his cock straight from your ass into your mouth, you open WIDE and eagerly suck your ass juice off him like you were already addicted to it. There should never be a second of hesitation on your part when you feel him pull out of your pussy and go for your ass, OR when he goes from your ass straight into your mouth.
You might think you’re worthless because you don’t look like most of the sluts I post on my blog, but contrary to popular belief (even for a bimbo), looks aren’t everything. If your pussy is loose, or hairy… if your asshole isn’t prepared… if can’t give amazing head… then you ARE worthless, and you should prepare yourself for disappointment and rejection. BUT… if you have all 3 holes ready to give him the most amazing experience he’s ever had- then you are already on your way to becoming the best bimbo you can be! Keep it up, and never stop striving for perfection.
This whore has the right attitude. Every woman should be inspired by her plasticity.
Where Did He Cum Last Night?
If he cums on my face, it must mean he thinks I’m pretty.
If he cums in my asshole, it must mean he thinks I’m sexy.
If he cums in my pussy, it must mean he trusts me (not to get preggo).
It’s my job to be pretty, sexy, and trustworthy.
It’s my job to provide him nice, tight, wet holes to cum in.
It’s my job to wax and shave and have bright red lipstick to make my holes pretty.
It’s always HIS choice where to cum. It’s MY job to beg for it.
This whore gets it.
THIS is the aesthetic all of you bimbo wannabes need to achieve. If your new silicone is anything less than completely, obviously fake, you're definitely not trying hard enough.
Worthless holes going the extra mile
Nothing is better than when a whore actually surprises me by being even MORE depraved than I initially thought. A few weeks ago, I was using this cumdump I met online- ruthlessly pounding her asshole from on top- one hand around her throat, the other slapping her hard across the face, and suddenly she says “Fuck me like you’re my uncle who raped me when I was 12”… I was pleasantly surprised by this dark turn so I ran with it. I replied “You’d better shut the fuck up about this, because if you tell ANYONE your parents will hate you forever because they’ll know it’s all your fault!” Right at that moment she started crying and cumming at the same time. I immediately flooded her destroyed ass full of my cum while spitting in her face at the same time. I wish all random NSA encounters were as hot at that one was…
When the brainwashing starts to invade your thoughts, just remember… 😉
This bitch has the right attitude! ;)
