"there we go, that's my girl." when she finally stops struggling and accepts I'm not going to stop. Her needy cunt squeezing down on my cock, going dumb from her first forced orgasm of the night.

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"there we go, that's my girl." when she finally stops struggling and accepts I'm not going to stop. Her needy cunt squeezing down on my cock, going dumb from her first forced orgasm of the night.
"I don't care what the fuck your birth certificate said. You are a woman now. And I will treat you with the same lack of respect I would show any woman." Your husband pinned you to the wall, his arm against your throat.
"When I tell you to shut up and make me a sandwich, you shut up and make me a sandwich. Because you are a woman with a husband to serve. You don't get an out or more respect because you tried real hard to be one of the guys. You aren't one. You never were one. And if I have to hammer your place into that silly little skull of yours I will. Now go make me a sandwich, and then change into something slutty."
It was the first day of your honeymoon. You had woken up in his arms, giddy to be able to say "my husband". The day had been wonderful. You were on a pretty beach, swimming and holding your husband's hand. He had even put the dinner reservation under your new married name. You had the biggest smile on your face all during dinner after getting to say it out loud.
After dinner he took you back to your room. Sitting you on his lap. "We had a lot of fun today. But now it is time for you to get some training as a wife. I know how important it is for you to be the best wife you can be. I want you get undressed, and touch up your makeup. Tonight you learn how I want you to greet me at the door."
And he walked you through it. His expectation that he would be greeted with beauty at the door. Your hair and make up should be ready. He wanted you wearing something pretty. Not necessarily slutty. But something that would brighten his day.
Then going from a hug and kiss to sinking to your knees. Having you practice it over and over. So many kisses for your girl brain. Then he walked you through the different moods he might come home to. What kind of blow job went with it.
It was heaven to you. Your husband mansplaining to you. Lots of kisses. Being able to do the different techniques on his cock and seeing his reaction. And then he ended with what a bad mood might look like.
He fucked your face brutally. Making you gag, but also forcing you to be passive and just take it. Drool leaking from your mouth like the drops your cunt leave on the floor. Keeping your hands behind your back like a good girl until he cums into your mouth.
He looks at your ruined makeup. The drool. And that look in your eyes hoping so much that you pleased him.
"Good girl. That was a good first lesson. Now clean up that makeup, and put on some of the sexy lingerie you brought. It's time to practice putting a baby in you."
Heaven must be missing an angel, because she's here with me humping my boot. She's pressing her face into my thigh, weaving her little fingers into the material of my pants. Holding on for dear life. Whining, begging with her big wet doe eyes. Gazing up at me in such complete and utter adoration, the likeness borders on that I have only seen in the most pious of church dogs.
Dude they should sexually take advantage of me on drugs id be so compliant.
I don't think I can ever be touched enough to feed the all-consuming need for contact and love if I spent a thousand years in someones arms
so so so desperate lately... god i wanna get made fun of for how needy i am... guy standing over me with tears in my eyes from how desperate i am mockingly asking if im gonna want a gold star afterwards... "awww does somebody need some attention?" i NEED to get manhandled by a bigger stronger man holding me in his lap telling me how pathetic it was to watch me whore myself out for attention... how obvious it was that all i needed was to get called pretty while i look up at him...
i am so fucking cooked i got this message earlier and it was like the fourth thing this guy said to me and i blushed so so much it was actually so fucking embarrassing... unfortunately i do think cocky men treating me like shit is hot SORRY
so so so desperate lately... god i wanna get made fun of for how needy i am... guy standing over me with tears in my eyes from how desperate i am mockingly asking if im gonna want a gold star afterwards... "awww does somebody need some attention?" i NEED to get manhandled by a bigger stronger man holding me in his lap telling me how pathetic it was to watch me whore myself out for attention... how obvious it was that all i needed was to get called pretty while i look up at him...
I’m sorry I dehumanized you and talked to you in that voice owners use on their dogs. That wasn’t nice for you, was it? No? Nooo, you didn’t like that did you? Aw I’m sorry I didn’t mean to belittle you and put you beneath me like you’re a dog. I’ll do better, okay?
getting promised ice cream is probably the #1 way to get manipulated into sex
sitting on the edge of the bed feeling lost and my whole body hurts and im sniffling and i look up at you and say "can- can i have ice cream now..?"
laying in the most absurd position in your bed, your limbs sprawled all cover the sheets, and he comes in, and just sorta chuckles at you before he begins to manhandle you onto your tummy so he can fuck you prone bone
Being a brat is for the autistic girls who spent their childhoods answering questions with clarifying questions that somehow made everyone mad
referring to your girl as your daughter or baby sister in casual conversation with acquaintances and strangers. “thanks, isn’t it cute, my little sister made this bracelet for me” or “i’m taking my kid to the movies tonight, what are you up to”
at the gangbang apologizing for my lack of ability to make eye contact
Clicker training to the click of a gun cocking