I want you to slip your hand in to your panties right now. If your cunt is wet, then you have reblog this so everyone knows you’re a horny wet slut right now
Girls be like: "I‘m not that weird, actually 😇", only to end up spending the rest of their day edging to the most degrading shit their silly little mind can think of 💞🌷
Voice kinks exist for a reason. Hand kinks exist for a reason. Getting high off of a man’s scent exists for a reason. A girl can get addicted to practically anything about a man. It just takes a special kind of obsession. A certain kind of needy. A different level of depravity. So be the man that makes her spiral. Show her what being a whore is all about. Show her how to tap into her inner slut, anytime, anywhere, for you. All women are capable of transforming into objects. You just have to be a man and teach them yourself.
I know you're feeling conflicted as you read and rub your pathetic pussy to My words. So go ahead and try. It should give you a definitive answer.
If there's a full-length mirror in your room or bathroom, use it. If not, use your phone's selfie camera.
I want you to strip.
But not in any way. I want you to imagine there's a Man in the room. Your crush, your boss, your asshole acquaintance, your dad for the kinky ones, or Me if you've been dutifully rubbing to My blog. Imagine He's in the room, relaxing and coldly staring at you with a smirk, as you can't help but want to obey Him, to please Him, to humiliate yourself and objectify yourself for Him.
Put on a show for Me.
Bend over when you take off your panties, take your time removing your top and make that fabric pull on your tits and nipples before letting those puppies bounce free.
Run your hands on your little body. Yes, little: tall, short, curvy or thin, you're still small and soft and weak and fragile in front of Me. Don't be afraid.
Now, I want you to walk over to that mirror.
I want you to caress and grope yourself. Look at yourself. Your feminine shape, your tits that only exist to entice a Man and feed His babies, your breedable hips and ass that signal how fertile you are and how healthy the children you'll bear for a Man will be, your dainty shoulders and collarbones and arms.
Imagine Me towering over you, standing behind you and running My big strong hand all over your womanly body. Grope yourself and imagine it. Play with those tits, caress your hair, your arms, thighs, belly, hips and ass. You were made soft, weak and pliant, for Me who's hard, strong and domineering.
You have a literal cockhole between your legs, easily accessible, always eager to get wet and make a cock feel good. Nature made you the best fleshlight and cum dump: your pussy evolved for the sole purpose of being as pleasurable as possible for cock, to drain as much cum as possible from My balls.
Your silly "priorities" and consent don't matter: I could rape you and that cocksleeve would eventually get wet and start to clench on Me.... perhaps even harder than during whatever self-respecting sex you used to have. Remember what happens when you're edged out or cumming your brains out: your pussy desperately clenches on nothing, desperate for a cock to please and milk. Your pleasure only serves Mine. Your pleasure's sole purpose is to entrench the fact that you're made to please Me, and to make you more docile, obedient and dumber.
Your womb is so eager to fulfill its purpose that one drop of My cum is enough for you to conceive and grow heavy with My child, for your whole body and life to change. Rape and sex are the same thing for your body. You're made to be taken, to be used, to be bred, to be claimed.
So grope your whore body, and consider all of this. Just look at yourself. A set of three cockholes to bring different types of pleasure to cock, and a soft dumb little brain that's made to obey and be brainwashed into whatever your owner desires.
Take your time. Enjoy yourself.
And face the truth: aren't you just a stupid fucktoy and breeding bitch?
You were silly to think you could ever be anything else.
But I'm not done with you, angel.
Now that we've reminded you of your purpose. I want you to stick your tongue out and drool. Shake your tits at the mirror. Yes, like those internet sluts you've denounced so many times. Slap those whore udders and pinch your nipples. Jump and shake them. Look how dumb and slutty you immediately become. It makes you feel good and right and fuzzy to objectify yourself for a Man.
Turn around and grope your slutty ass, that ass that's made to take a good pounding. Arch that back and spread those cheeks to see your cock holes. Tease them with your fingers from behind. Aren't you just the perfect sex object? Look at those curves, look at the way that body twists and moves and offers itself under every angle. It's no wonder tight and revealing clothes look so good on you, no matter your insecurities. You can't help it. You were made to entice, to be enjoyed.
Shake your ass and spank yourself playfully, again and again. Twerk for Me, even if you've never tried before. It doesn't matter how ridiculous you feel. Put on a show for Me, just because I want it. Entertain Me. Entice Me into mounting you there and then.
Feel the mix of shame and arousal that grabs you, but also realize that you can't stop once you've imagined doing it for the entertainment of a Man who only sees you as prey and a potential personal plaything. You'll feel yourself shaking your ass harder at that thought. I want you to feel like a stripper, like a cheap tart, like a dumb ho...and I want you to realize that it feels so good and right, that you'd do anything that Man wants, that you actually regret not being able to properly twerk for His pleasure and get Him hard, that you wish He'd make you put that educated feminist ass to good use for once and learn how to do it.
Turn around and drop to your knees, facing the mirror.
Shake your udders and drool and rub that bitch slobber all over them. Rub that little cunt. It's wet, isn't it? And you want more. You're blank and just want to obey. No matter how embarrassing it is, it feels good. It feels right.
Look at yourself, with that tongue out and being such a needy, pathetic little dumb slut. Rub and repeat.
You're a pretty little personal sexdoll.
You're arm candy.
You're a three-holed cum dump.
You're an abuse slut.
You're stupid rape meat.
You're a nasty, pathetic service whore.
You're a dirty cum rag.
You're a dumb cunt.
You're a cock sleeve.
You're a toilet.
You're a slave.
You're a bimbo.
You're whatever a Man wants.
Your purpose is to serve and please Men.
Good girl.
Now lick those whore juices off your fingers. Make a lewd show out out of it. For Me.
And use them to confess to Me exactly what you felt when doing all of this.
I honestly think us gen z are the dumbest generation, I literally grew up with porn and it has melted my brain so much I've thought countless times of giving up my life to become an object to older smarter superior men 😵💫😵💫🥴🥴💕
Look at you: Doing just as you're told. Such a good girl you are~
Well done! It's clear that you are a natural-born slut. your need to serve and obey simply overpowers your rational thinking.
Notice how your tongue is already out, you're starting to salivate and struggle to breath in building heat, even though you've just started to read this post. ♡
Admit it: The moment the prospects of being used, abused and praised by your beloved Professor come into your mind, your brain shuts off almost completely, the only thoughts you can have from then on is how to be a good whore for Me.
And then, as your brain completely gives up and focuses solely on that, you finally start thinking with your cunt. It gets wet, drippy and oh-so sensitive. It begs you to touch, to rub, to stroke and make it feel good, all the while your nipples get hard and perky.
Now, now. Why are you rubbing, whore? Who gave you permission to do so?
Keep your fucking hands away from your cunt until you're done reading this.
Get stupider, get more pathetic. Start rocking your hips back and forth as the heat keeps building up, ignoring how your hole is practically begging for you to rub it already.
Mhm.
Just like that, good girl!
you just can't help it, can you? It simply feels too good to stop.
Don't blame Me for it. Blame the fact you were born with a cunt between those legs. The moment you found that one filthy post, your inner slut came out as you slowly began to be corrupted more and more.
And now, here you are. A slave to your Master. Doesn't it just feel so good to be brainwashed? To become stupider with every single word? To feel so at ease reading the pretty red and pink words?
Of course it does. It’s only natural for an inferior cunt like you to submit to a God like Me.
you don’t need Me to tell you how wonderful it makes you feel, how it makes your sensitive bits throb, or how it makes your head get all fuzzy and bubbly.
you know full well that being a hole is your truest calling. you can’t deny how wet and needy it makes you to be made into an object for Men’s pleasure.
Simply accept it. Say it.
You are a whore.
You are a slut.
You were born to be a hole.
You were born to be a cocksleeve, a human fleshlight.
You don’t believe Me? Reach down your panties and tell Me I’m wrong.
See how stupidly wet you’ve gotten just from a little degrading text?
See how easily you reached down to verify for yourself, just because I ordered you to do so?
Ah, such a good girl you are~
Come on, don’t be shy. Be a good girl and reblog this post, then comment to letting everyone know how much of a pathetic cunt you are for your beloved Professor and how horny these posts make you.
Once you’ve done that, you are allowed to rub yourself silly just for Me.
Our Entertainment. The dining room buzzes with chatter and the clink of wine glasses as you step inside. Your eyes snag on it immediately... your seat. It’s parked at the head of the table, a sleek, sturdy thing with a matte black finish, and jutting up from the chair is a thick, glossy dildo, shameless and impossible to ignore. My friends are already here, interspersed around the table, half drunk and grinning, their curiosity pinging between me and that obscene piece of furniture.
"What’s with the setup?" one of them asks, jerking his chin toward the chair. His smirk says he’s already got a guess.
I don’t dodge it. "It’s for her," I say, locking eyes with you. "Keeps her cunt busy while we drink. She’s the night’s entertainment."
Their laughter ripples through the room, and you feel the heat crawl up your neck. You’re still standing there, frozen for a second, but I nod towards it. "Go on. Sit."
You hesitate, but the pull’s too strong — my voice, their stares, the promise of what's waiting for you. You ease yourself down, and the dildo slides in slow, stretching you open with a dull, insistent pressure. A ragged little sound slips out of you, and someone across the table snickers. I work quickly, looping rope around your wrists and ankles, tethering you to the chair’s frame. Your arms flex, testing the give, but there’s none. Your legs are splayed, locked wide, and that dildo’s buried deep now, pinning you in place.
"Can’t have you pawing at yourself," I say, loud enough for everyone to hear. “That'd ruin the fun.”
I step back, letting them see you. All of you. Your thighs twitch, muscles jumping under your skin as you adjust to the fullness. I dip my fingers between your legs, brushing the edge of where the dildo’s sunk into you, and pull them back glistening. "Look at that," I say, holding up the evidence. "Soaked already!"
They lean in, eyes glinting, and the questions start flying at you. "Does it feel good?" one asks, teasing. "You like being stuck like that?" Another chimes in, as if he's just discussing the weather.
You try to answer, but your words come out fragmented, sliced up by the shudders rolling through you. "It’s... mmphhh... it’s a lot," you manage, and then your breath gets caught as the first orgasm slams into you, yet another uninvited guest. Your head tips back, lips parting, and a moan spills out, raw and loud. The table erupts with laughter, a few claps, someone muttering, "Wow, that fast?"
I don’t let you settle. I circle behind you, resting my hands on your shoulders, and nod at the man closest. "Go ahead. Touch her." He doesn’t need telling twice. His fingers graze your chest, finding a nipple and tugging hard. You yelp, a high, desperate sound, and your body jerks against the ropes. Another hand joins in — someone’s pressing two fingers into your mouth, sliding them along your tongue. You choke a little, drool pooling at the corners, and they laugh at you, delighted.
"She’s a mess," they say, impressed. "You trained her well."
"She’s a good fuck doll," I agree, casual as anything. "Watch this." I remove their fingers, grip your jaw, tilting your head back, and shove my cock into your mouth. You whimper; eyes glassy. "See? She’ll take whatever you give her."
You’re fighting the restraints now, hips shifting, chasing friction that isn’t there. The initial entrance pushed you to orgasm, but now that you’ve settled in, it’s not enough. The dildo is filling you up but not moving, not giving you what you need. It’s maddening, and I can tell. I see your breath turn shallow, the way your fingers curl into fists. I love it. They love it. The whole room is feeding off your desperation.
Another hand snakes out, latching onto one of your nipples, pinching it tight and rolling it slow between their fingertips. Your moan comes out choked, garbled around my thick cock shoved deep in your mouth. "She’s loud," one says, grinning at me. "Is that the only way you can shut her up?"
"Pretty much," I say back, voice flat and smug. "Only keeps quiet when I’ve got her throat stuffed" That earns a burst of rowdy yells, glasses clinking in approval. "Don’t be shy now, I’m the only one that can fuck her, but you all can touch!"
And just like that, they swarm you. Hands everywhere, a frenzy of grabbing, stroking, yanking at your skin. Fingers are digging into your thighs, palms smacking your chest, someone raking nails down your side. It’s a flood of sensation, too much to track, hitting you like a shockwave that leaves you squirming, ropes creaking as you strain against them.
You’re trembling now, sweat beading on your forehead, and I can see the strain in your arms as you pull against the ropes. Another orgasm is building. Your thighs clenching, the little gasps you can’t hold back. Even more of the tells that I've learned to track. "Go on," I mutter. "Show them how greedy you are." It hits you hard, your whole body locking up as you cum again, a strangled cry breaking free. The table’s a chaos of noise. More cheers, filthy comments, a fist on the table. You’re panting, chest heaving, and I slide a hand down between your legs, stopping just short of where you want it. "Good girl," I say, voice carrying over the racket. "Keeping us entertained."
tonight i’m thinking about how having a pussy is inherently kind of degrading.
there’s no way to prevent a man from sliding his cock or fingers into me. it doesn’t matter if i’m not wet, spit will do. after all, my pussy is literally a hole designed to easily receive.
i can’t do anything to someone else, but a man can spend however long he wants fucking me. he can cum inside me and permanently alter my body. i’m built for his pleasure.
even my orgasms are for his benefit. if i cum, i clench, and then my hole just feels better for him.
i’m not designed to be taken seriously. i’m not designed to be an equal. i’m designed to be fucked into submission and bred.
The best part of being a girl with an strong misogyny kink is that I get wet easily, I just need to read a misogynistic post and my hand is already inside my panties, it's amazing that reading alone is enough for my cunt to get wet. ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
Urgh, I love imagining a world where men can treat women however they want with no repercussions.
You could just be walking down the street and a man tells you to show him your tits. You can be a good girl and expose yourself to everyone in public... or he will reveal them by force. Either way, you're still getting stared at - though if you annoy him enough, he may need to teach you your place by stuffing your pussy right there in the street and showing everyone how your tits flop around as he fucks you. You'd better learn to be obedient if you want to get to work any time soon. Or at the very least, how to stop your sloppy cunt from cumming uncontrollably around every cock that enters it... I mean, you can't blame everyone for stopping and staring when you look so pathetic speared by a man.
Or on the train, a man could decide he wants to fuck you there, rubbing his cock under your skirt before pulling your panties aside and filling you up. Everyone on the train would immediately notice, but no one would do anything to stop it. In fact, most of the men on the train would cheer, or pull out a camera to film your erotic slutty face as you get raped. Maybe one of them would order you to moan loudly and tell everyone how good it feels, else he'll rape you next. The assault won't ever end until you give into their demands and humiliate yourself. Oh, and your stop? Well, you missed that long ago.
And what about services? While men can easily shop with just money, women aren't allowed to buy anything without offering their body, of course. Maybe the local shop requires every woman to pull down her panties and spread her pussy for the cashier to see whilst moaning a specific phrase, like "my greedy cunt gets so wet when you look at it, sir". Or maybe a gym requires all women to be sufficiently edged to enter, meaning a man will finger her cunt to check she's wet enough. After all, horny brain-dead girls make the best eye candy for men. And if she's not... Well, the next few hours will be spent fixing that, won't they?
Oh, and you'd better hope you don't look too enticing. Once you get caught in a public gangrape, the rest of your day is essentially gone, along with the last of your dignity. Not to mention the photos and videos soon to be all over the internet <3
The only escape is to get pregnant and become a housewife. At least then you won't have to leave the house ever again.
tonight i’m thinking about how having a pussy is inherently kind of degrading.
there’s no way to prevent a man from sliding his cock or fingers into me. it doesn’t matter if i’m not wet, spit will do. after all, my pussy is literally a hole designed to easily receive.
i can’t do anything to someone else, but a man can spend however long he wants fucking me. he can cum inside me and permanently alter my body. i’m built for his pleasure.
even my orgasms are for his benefit. if i cum, i clench, and then my hole just feels better for him.
i’m not designed to be taken seriously. i’m not designed to be an equal. i’m designed to be fucked into submission and bred.
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