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@dark-dips
your weird obsession with moral purity is degrading your critical thinking skills and poisoning your ability to empathize with other people btw
your weird obsession with moral purity is degrading your critical thinking skills and poisoning your ability to empathize with other people btw
Wo darf ich als Urinal dienen.
You tell people you're my girlfriend because it's easier than explaining to them that you're actually just my ashtray, punching bag, urinal, toilet paper, footrest, servant, source of income, personal pornstar and whore that I treat like shit and take advantage of in any way that benefits myself
whores need to learn that they should be begging for anything a man will give them, no matter how disgusting or painful they find it. whether i’m slapping you, spitting in your mouth, pissing on you, breeding you, or fucking your ass as hard as i can, you should be thanking me and kissing the fucking ground i walk on for giving you even a second of my time.
When he fucks my face so hard I throw up on his cock but instead of letting go he holds me head down on his cock and makes me swallow back all the vomit as it burns in my nose and airway
want a man to pin me down and force shot after shot of vodka down my gaped asshole so I’m nice and brainless when he fists me!!
be romantic. stretch her out and piss in her asshole
Just another dumb married pig cunt with her head down My toilet 💪
Think you have the right to complain about the way I degrade and humiliate you? I don't think so, pig cunt. I can do whatever I want with you and your porkholes, so shut the fuck up and put your stupid ugly face down My toilet, bitch. You can lick the bowl clean until you learn to show more fucking respect, you worthless piece of shit
#MarriedPork 🐷💍🚽
As a prank, her friends have sealed her into the thick waterproof wetsuit and helmet with restricted air intake and leashed her by the beach far away from any shade. She watches them splashing in the cool water and drinking ice-cold juices while sweating and thirsting in her helmet, unable even to escape her own body odour.
Now and then they seal up the air intake to watch her struggle and gasp for air in her helmet. In the evening they have a barbeque where she is leashed to the grill and has to cook their food while sweating even more, while they sit and talk in the cool evening air. The intake hose picks up the smoke from the grill and her helmet is slowly filled with the smell of grilling meat, but she has to go hungry while the sights an smells and sounds of food fill her senses. When she starts screaming and crying non-stop, they take off the helmet to gag her, and force her to continue.
In the morning they attach a tube to her gag leading out of the helmet so that she can eat and drink, and then leash her to a heavy weight and drive off, leaving her to hike back to her home in full gear. Little does she know that the long summer break of hell is only just starting...
I have not used my arms or stood on my feet for a month now, have not spoken or eaten human food, have not breathed fresh air for just as long. They have thought of everything, even the removal of my nails, treating them to permanently stop their growth. My feed is laced with laxative, so that all my waste is a liquid which sloshes around the suit, stinking it up horribly. The catheters which allow me to pass waste have a release valve which keeps the pressure in my colon and bladder far above what I can bear, only opening for a few drops at a time, and the constant pressure and slow drip of waste gnaws at me constantly. Every day the suit is drained and cleaned with a scorching liquid disinfectant, and a small amount of itching powder is added, enough to drive me crazy for the next 24 hours, all this done without it coming off, not allowing a single second of relief.
Everyday I watch mutely as the legs come and go in front of me, as they laugh and talk and eat, come and go from the house at will, and I remain helpless, ignored. Every trickling drop of sweat tickles me, the itching powder torments me, my overfull and dripping bladder teases me, and I tug in frustration at the confining sleeves. I want so badly to scratch the burrowing itching, wipe off the slow drops of sweat, but each time I am reminded of my useless hands and arms, bound so tight I cannot even move my fingers. I want so badly to stand on my feet, walk and sit and run like everyone else, but the shackles keep my legs firmly folded.
The worst is their total indifference, the way they casually inflict torment without so much as sparing another glance at me, ignoring my pleading as they kick me down, knowing I cannot get up, press my neck to the floor as they hold a casual conversation, indifferent to my gagged screams for mercy.
Playtime 😈💚
Taking a guy and turning his pussy into a gaped and leaking gash with a throbbing and swollen cock that can't stop twitching.
Panting breaths and sweat and whines while I'm slowly pushing my hand into a man's cunt. His groan as I finally get my hand into him, my wrist stretching his hole and rotate my hand gently, his eyes wide and a scream starting up in his throat just as I press the wand against his dick.
Pathetic babbling, squirting around my hand and legs that shake to stay open when the first orgasm rips through him. But I don't stop, and I start to get less gentle when I start moving and hand and arm, his boycunt stretching and aching as he's forced into another orgasm. Overstimulated and unable to think about anything but what's between his legs.
Eyes wide and panicked while I use my legs to hold his down while I fist fuck his sloppy hole. His swollen tcock twitches and throbs as vibration forces any hope of rest away. His hands knotted in sheets and knuckles white. Screaming and begging but not even really sure what he's begging for anymore.
Blank eyes and twitching limbs. silent gasps only punctuated by primal screams when he cums as I bruise his pussy from the inside. making fun of him for cumming again while I'm basically punching his cervix.
Pulling the wand away to watch his pitiful dick keep twitching and cumming for nearly a minute after I take the stimulation away. My hand sliding out of his fucked out hole slowly and gently as I can, his legs still shaking when I look at my work.
Pictures taken of his gaped hole and his pathetically sore cock, smiling and playing with his hair when I show him and make him look at the art he's became
[DETRANS, SISSY, RACEPLAY AND MISOGYNIST KINKS DO NOT TOUCH]
More catheter kink/pee plugs
Force me to drink a lot before bed, then put a pee plug in me while I sleep. When I wake up, tell me that you've been waiting to piss and shove your cock into my throat and piss down it. Once you're finished, make me clean your cock, then tell me we're having company later
When I'd try to piss for the first time that day, I'd finally notice the pee plug. I'd sigh and resign myself to being full for the rest of the day
The whole day, you'd ply me with drinks while we get ready for the party. Right before the party starts though, you take me to the bathroom and tell me not to piss as you take the plug out. I spurt some piss out, but you quickly replace the plug with a catheter that's fully cloaed. I'd whimper, the relief I wanted so bad cut off so quick
You'd put me in a short white dress, barely enough to cover my ass, and open the catheter enough that drips come out. It's not enough to get relief, but it's something
Suddenly, the doorbell rings, and you let the folks in. My piss would be ever so slowly dripping down my thighs as you announce that I'm the main event of the evening, and that people can piss in my mouth as they desire, but nowhere else
I whimper as you gesture me to walk forward to present myself. I do, but as I'm walking, I try to pull down the dress, only for you to take my hands
You'd tell me that I have to serve the food and drinks, and quicker than I walked over. I'd go to the kitchen, piss still dripping, and start serving people
A couple hours later, I wouldn't be feeling any less full, and the bottom half of my dress would be soaked. You'd clean me up every so often, saying that I'm clearly unable to hold it, as no one can really see the catheter you put in me
This is also when someone would need to piss. They'd gesture me over and I'd kneel in front of them, taking their cock out and sucking it down to drink their piss
This would continue for hours, my piss dripping, my bladder refilling, and me drinking people's piss. Eventually, you'd send them all home, making me stand at the door with you, the bottom half of my dress see through at this point
Once everyone has left, you'd force me onto my knees and tell me to drink. I'd drink your piss again, and then you'd tell me to wait by the front door, no crossing my legs to catch the piss
I'd wait for 10-15 minutes, and you'd walk back out with a diaper. You'd put it on me, saying I'm clearly too stupid to piss in the toilet. You'd also open my catheter the rest of the way, making me involuntarily piss myself. You'd tut, saying that I should just always be in diapers.
You'd change me again once i was empty, and we'd go to bed. Halfway through the night, you'd have to piss. You'd stick your cock into my diaper right next to my catheter, wake me up, and say you need to piss. You'd piss into my diaper, filling it quickly before pulling out. You'd tell me that if I leak (which I will), you'd add booster pads to keep me from leaking
Eventually, you'd take the catheter out, and try to re-potty train me. Get me a plastic potty, and tell me to piss in there whenever I have to go.
You'd tell me that I have to hold it for a certain amount of time before I can piss in the potty, and if I don't hold it, I have to have a pee plug again. You'd put me on a bathroom schedule, the amount of bathroom breaks lessening and lessening until I can only piss once a day, causing to have an accident
You'd be disappointed, and put a pee plug in me so I don't get to piss for the rest of the day. You remind me that pissing is a privilege, not a right, and that I only want to piss, and that's why I'm having accidents
You'd tell me I don't need to go that badly when I'm dancing around and on the verge of tears from needing to pee
thinking about making you look pregnant. stuffing you with piss from both ends, filling you with as much fluid as you can take, waiting for your bladder to fill and then filling you with even more piss. till your bladder is bulging and hard, then pumping your butt with air to round out your belly. stuffing a thick and long plug into your ass to give you a genuine pregnant waddle and then putting you in too tight pants and a too tight shirt before taking you to the store. confidently walking you to the pregnancy section, as your guts gurgle and you squirm from the feeling off absolute fullness. telling the sales lady it's finally time and you're just too big for normal clothes now. watching you blush and squirm as the other people in the store ask you how far along you are, when you're due, knowing that the only thing you're full of is my piss. when you can't answer and clutch your stomach while it gurgles i tell everyone the baby must have kicked and encourage them to rub and press on your piss filled belly. they press on your overfull bladder and i can see you whine as you struggle not to piss yourself, as the air gurgles inside you i declare it must be the baby moving and they should press harder. after picking out maternity dresses for you i take you to the dressing room to change, when your belly doesn't fill the dress i picked as much as i like i fill your ass with another load piss right there. you struggle not to make any noise to disturb the others in the dressing room. we wear the new dress out, and someone even comments that you somehow look even more pregnant than when you came in. and in a way you are
😵💫😵💫😵💫💕 hmgknshfhd this one's been sitting in my inbox bc its so hot omg... fuuuck my poor belly is so round and heavy and it gets Even Worse to be pressed and rubbed like that... I would get so embarrassed being paraded around and shown off and trying so hard to remain calm and normal abt how fucking full I am, esp as my guts gurgle and groan... whiiines bc I feel like I would look so pretty in a maternity dress but idk if I would be able to enjoy it focusing so hard on not pissing and not letting any of what's inside me out... fuckkk walking around would be such a challenge... and you using me as a toilet to make it worse... 💕💕💕 hmgkgbshd so hot omg
Lay under me and stick your tongue out. Come on now, youve been craving for this for months.
Why the fuck are you crying? Thats not going to change anything now. Youre going to lay here and see how far you can stick your tongue up my shithole.
No, no. I didnt shower recently. Im sure you can smell me from down there.
Quit moving your fucking head and stay put.. yeah, much better. It just takes a few gut punches to get you compliant.
Bet its hard to breathe down there, huh bitch? You can get your tongue in further than that. Come on, bitch, how's that sexism taste?
You feeling equal now?
Force me to make stupid faces while you shove objects up my cunt for your amusement. I want you to make me stick out my tongue and roll my eyes back like the whore i am while you shove hairbrushes bats and bottles up my dripping rapehole.
i desperately need to be throat trained >< i want him to push me onto my knees, place a dog bowl in front of me, and start mercilessly raping my throat until i inevitably vomit all over myself and into the bowl ! after that i need him to grab a fistful of my hair and push my face directly into the bowl, ordering me to eat it like a good mutt, swallow every last drop. that would be my only dinner, so if i refuse - i’ll starve ><
