The thin paper under my bare back is already damp in places from the heat of my skin. Every tiny shift makes it crackle, a soft, humiliating sound that seems far too loud in the quiet room. My legs are forced open by the cold metal stirrups. Ankles locked in place, knees bent and spread wide, the position leaves nothing private. The air-conditioning is set low on purpose; I can feel the deliberate chill sliding over the wet, parted lips of my cunt. It makes me twitch. The cool air finds every fold, every soft, swollen place that is already slick and open, and it keeps reminding me how completely on display I am.
Wires cover me like a second, clinical skin. Sticky sensor pads press against the upper curves of my breasts, the sensitive undersides, the soft skin of my chest. More of them are taped high on the insides of my thighs, right where the flesh is thinnest. Every time my heart beats, the monitor behind my head answers with a steady, impersonal beep. I can hear my own pulse being counted out loud. The sound makes my face burn. There is something deeply degrading about having my body reduced to numbers and lines on a screen while I lie here with my legs forced open and my cunt already occupied.
A slim probe is seated deep inside me. I feel the stretch of it against the soft walls of my vagina, the quiet pressure where it rests against that sensitive spot that makes my breath hitch if I clench even a little. It does not move. It simply occupies me. A constant, clinical presence that keeps me aware of how full and used I already am before the real examination has even started. A slow trickle of my own wetness slides down past the probe and onto the paper beneath me. I can feel the cool air turning that wetness colder, making the humiliation sharper.
I cannot see you. My eyes are half-closed, the drugs already softening everything into a warm, heavy fog. But I hear the snap of nitrile gloves. That clean, clinical sound. Then the soft metallic clink and shuffle of instruments being arranged on a tray. The sounds are careful. Precise. They make my stomach twist with nervous heat.
I don’t know exactly what you are going to do to me.
I trust you completely.
The nerves sit low in my belly, a warm, anxious ache that mixes with the constant, low throb of arousal. I am not scared. The drugs have taken the sharp edges off everything. My limbs feel pleasantly heavy. My thoughts drift like they are underwater. You told me I could close my eyes. That I could sleep if I wanted to. That this might take a while.
I let my eyes fall fully closed.
The world shrinks to sensation and the quiet, shameful knowledge of how I must look right now.
Cool air on wet, open flesh. The faint stickiness of the sensor pads every time my chest rises. The steady beep of my own heart telling you things I would rather keep private. The unmoving pressure of the probe deep inside me. The soft rustle of your gloves as you move closer. The smell of latex and antiseptic and something warmer underneath that is just you.
You speak softly. The words float down to me like they are coming from far away.
“Shh. Close your eyes… you can sleep if you want to… this might take a while… I know the drugs make you drowsy… it’s okay…”
I make a small, wordless sound. My tongue feels thick. My thoughts are slow and syrupy.
“The sensors will tell me everything I need to know… you don’t need to think too hard, little doll…”
Little doll.
The words settle into me like a warm weight and a quiet humiliation at the same time. I don’t need to think. I don’t need to do anything except lie here with my legs forced open, my body wired up like a piece of equipment, and my cunt already occupied by something clinical and impersonal. Everything that happens next will be measured, recorded, felt. You will know exactly how my body reacts even if I never make a sound. The thought makes my face burn hotter and, traitorously, makes me clench around the probe.
A gloved hand rests lightly on the inside of one thigh, just above the sensor pad. The latex is cool at first, then warms quickly against my skin. Your fingers stroke once, slow and thoughtful, and the simple touch makes my inner muscles flutter helplessly around the probe. The monitor’s beeping changes. I hear it. You hear it. The knowledge that my body’s betrayal is being recorded makes the humiliation bloom warm and low in my belly.
I am already so wet. I can feel it. A slow, inevitable trickle of slickness sliding down toward the paper. The cool air turns that wetness colder for a moment, and the contrast makes me shiver. The probe shifts the tiniest bit inside me from the movement, and a soft, helpless sound slips out of my throat. It sounds small and needy and completely undignified.
You hum in quiet approval.
I drift further.
Time becomes elastic. I feel the careful, clinical way your gloved hands move over me—checking the placement of sensors, adjusting something on the probe, the faint tug and press as you make sure everything is seated exactly how you want it. Every small adjustment sends new ripples of sensation through me. The stretch. The fullness. The cool air on wet, exposed flesh. The warm latex of your gloves. The distant beep of my own heart telling you truths my mouth is too slow and heavy to form.
There is something deeply degrading about being treated like this—like a body to be examined, measured, and recorded rather than a person. And yet the degradation sinks into me in the most shameful way. It makes the throb between my legs stronger. It makes me wetter. It makes me want to stay exactly like this: open, wired, occupied, drowsy, and completely on display for as long as you decide.
I am open. Wired. Occupied. Drowsy. Trusting.
And completely, helplessly yours to examine, measure, and use for as long as you need.
The park looks so peaceful — warm sunlight, birds chirping, families walking in the distance — but you have other plans for your pathetic little date.
The moment we’re on a quiet, tree-lined path, you push me against a thick oak tree and growl low in my ear, “Legs apart, you stupid fucking whore. Time to turn this useless cumdump into a proper public toy.”
You rip my panties to the side and press the thick, oversized vibrating dildo against my already dripping cunt. It’s way too big. I whimper as you start forcing it in, stretching my tight walls painfully wide.
“Fuuuck— it’s too big, please—” I beg.
You laugh darkly. “Shut your whore mouth. This greedy cunt exists to be ruined. Take every fat inch like the brainless fuckhole you are.” You push harder, watching my face twist as the massive toy stretches me open and bottoms out deep inside me, pressing against my cervix. “Look at that… your sloppy pussy swallowed it so easily. What a disgusting little cock sleeve.”
You smooth my sundress down and pull me back onto the main path. “Now walk, bitch. And don’t you dare let it slip out.”
Every step makes the huge dildo grind deep inside my soaked cunny. I’m already trembling, trying to walk normally while my thighs glisten with my own juices.
You hold the small remote in your pocket, occasionally flicking it on. The sudden low buzz makes my knees buckle. “Feel that, slut? I control how much this toy fucks you. Right now you’re just a public vibrator holder.”
I bite my lip hard, face burning as we pass strangers. “P-please… people are going to notice…”
You smirk and turn the vibration up. “Good. Let them see what a pathetic, dripping mess you are. Just a worthless set of holes getting her cunt wrecked in the middle of the park.”
When we reach a sunny bench in a semi-open area, you pull me down firmly onto your lap, facing slightly outward so anyone walking by has a perfect view.
“Sit, whore,” you command. The dildo slams brutally deep as I drop onto it. You immediately crank the vibration to maximum.
The intense buzzing instantly turns into violent, rhythmic fucking sensations inside me. My eyes roll back and I can’t hold back a loud, broken moan.
“Ahh—! Fuck—! It’s too strong—!” I cry out, my voice carrying further than I want.
You wrap one arm around my waist, holding me down so the vibrating dildo stays buried to the hilt, pounding my sensitive walls mercilessly. “That’s it. Moan louder, you pathetic exhibitionist slut. Let everyone hear what a desperate cunt you are. You love this, don’t you? Getting your sloppy hole destroyed in public like a cheap fucktoy.”
I’m shaking uncontrollably, hips grinding helplessly as the powerful vibrations fuck me senseless. Wet, obscene squelching sounds mix with my loud, shameless moans.
“Oh my god— I’m gonna cum— please— people can see—!” I whimper, voice cracking.
You turn the speed even higher and growl in my ear, “Then cum, you disgusting public whore. Cum with a fat vibrating cock stuffed in your cunt while strangers watch you fall apart. This is all you’re good for — being humiliated and used like a brainless, dripping cumrag.”
My whole body spasms hard on the bench. I moan loudly, unable to stay quiet as the intense vibrations rip a powerful orgasm out of me right there in the open park, my pussy clenching and gushing around the toy while you hold me down, forcing me to take every second of it.
bottoms who crave penetration are so hot to me. cute little things walking around daydreaming about somebody bending them over and taking what they want, all day long that nagging fuck me fill me cum in me use me thrumming inside them. falling asleep at night wishing somebody would crawl into bed behind them or roll them onto their backs and coax their legs open. waking up empty and wet and wanting even harder than ever. bottoms who look at you like maybe you're the solution to the never-ending problem of their slutty aching holes. they are just so fucking adorable.
Filthy fantasy - bouncing on a dildo in the passenger seat of your car for your entertainment
I’m in a short skirt with no panties, and a white tank top with no bra, just as you requested.
We’re about to go on a trip for the weekend to a cabin in the mountains - an hour and a half away. I walk with you to the car in your garage, making my way to the passenger seat.
I open the door and pause in my tracks. You smirk.
“Well, go on then babygirl, get in the car.”
I gulp. There a big dildo suctioned onto the passenger seat.
I get in the car, position my pussy over the dildo and slowly sink down, my tight wet hole stretching around it as a whimper leaves my lips.
“Good girl.” You say, getting into the drivers seat and starting the car.
You start driving in silence as I squirm occasionally, feeling the wetness start to pool on the seat.
We stop at a red light. You look at me with a glint in your eye, reach a hand over, and pull my tank top down so that my tits are pushed up and exposed.
“Bounce,” you order
I blush, hesitating as I notice there are cars stopped around us.
“Now” your voice gets sharper.
I immediately start to bounce and ride the dildo, putting my hands on the dash for balance, my body moving up and down on the seat, pushing it in and out of my cunt, tits bouncing, ‘unh unh unh’ whimpers falling from my lips .
You chuckle. “Every red light we stop at, you’re gonna be a good whore and bounce your brains out for my entertainment, is that understood?”
“Yes daddy,” I moan, stopping my bouncing as you start driving again, every bump in the road causing me to whimper and my drippy pussy to clench and leak.
The drive continues like this, I bounce on the dildo at each red light as you watch me - my sloppy pussy squelching , tits out and bouncing around, face turning red as I notice people from other cars looking into my window, watching me humiliate myself. My bouncing gets more and more desperate with each stop, but I don’t dare cum without your permission.
“Look at you, showing everyone what a filthy little slut in heat you are hmm? A cockhungry whore. A desperate cunt. Say it. Tell daddy what you are”
“I’m a cockhungry whore daddy!!” Bounce, bounce, bounce. “I’m a desperate cunt!!” Bounce, bounce, bounce. “Please daddy unhhhh!”
You laugh as you drive and then come to an abrupt stop in front of the cabin. You get out of the car, walk over to my side, pull me out and bend me over the hood of the car - flipping up my skirt. I scream as you slam your fat cock inside my drenched fuckhole.
“I’m gonna have so much fun with you this weekend.”
the idea of being used by a group of male friends, one of them invites me over, all of them are at the house, looking at me like im tasty.
we all sit down on the couch and one of them starts to touch me, still innocently enough, a hand on my thigh, around my waist. then another one, groping my breasts, lifting up my shirt...
until im completely naked, two hold my legs open, two hold my arms, one spanks my cunt while i cry but they see that im wet, they see that i like it.
they choke me, hit me, fuck me all they want, im covered in their cum by the end, after all of them have their way with me.
and they leave me there, bonus points if they take pictures and threaten to expose me if i ever tell anyone and if i dont become their personal whore...everyday now i have to be on all fours and do whatever they want.
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."
Free use should be allowed on public transport, just finger the dumbwhore next to you on the tube until she's squirming to be used, push that womans face into your crotch on the bus, force the single mum to miss her stop beause your railing her over her pram
The park looks so peaceful — warm sunlight, birds chirping, families walking in the distance — but you have other plans for your pathetic little date.
The moment we’re on a quiet, tree-lined path, you push me against a thick oak tree and growl low in my ear, “Legs apart, you stupid fucking whore. Time to turn this useless cumdump into a proper public toy.”
You rip my panties to the side and press the thick, oversized vibrating dildo against my already dripping cunt. It’s way too big. I whimper as you start forcing it in, stretching my tight walls painfully wide.
“Fuuuck— it’s too big, please—” I beg.
You laugh darkly. “Shut your whore mouth. This greedy cunt exists to be ruined. Take every fat inch like the brainless fuckhole you are.” You push harder, watching my face twist as the massive toy stretches me open and bottoms out deep inside me, pressing against my cervix. “Look at that… your sloppy pussy swallowed it so easily. What a disgusting little cock sleeve.”
You smooth my sundress down and pull me back onto the main path. “Now walk, bitch. And don’t you dare let it slip out.”
Every step makes the huge dildo grind deep inside my soaked cunny. I’m already trembling, trying to walk normally while my thighs glisten with my own juices.
You hold the small remote in your pocket, occasionally flicking it on. The sudden low buzz makes my knees buckle. “Feel that, slut? I control how much this toy fucks you. Right now you’re just a public vibrator holder.”
I bite my lip hard, face burning as we pass strangers. “P-please… people are going to notice…”
You smirk and turn the vibration up. “Good. Let them see what a pathetic, dripping mess you are. Just a worthless set of holes getting her cunt wrecked in the middle of the park.”
When we reach a sunny bench in a semi-open area, you pull me down firmly onto your lap, facing slightly outward so anyone walking by has a perfect view.
“Sit, whore,” you command. The dildo slams brutally deep as I drop onto it. You immediately crank the vibration to maximum.
The intense buzzing instantly turns into violent, rhythmic fucking sensations inside me. My eyes roll back and I can’t hold back a loud, broken moan.
“Ahh—! Fuck—! It’s too strong—!” I cry out, my voice carrying further than I want.
You wrap one arm around my waist, holding me down so the vibrating dildo stays buried to the hilt, pounding my sensitive walls mercilessly. “That’s it. Moan louder, you pathetic exhibitionist slut. Let everyone hear what a desperate cunt you are. You love this, don’t you? Getting your sloppy hole destroyed in public like a cheap fucktoy.”
I’m shaking uncontrollably, hips grinding helplessly as the powerful vibrations fuck me senseless. Wet, obscene squelching sounds mix with my loud, shameless moans.
“Oh my god— I’m gonna cum— please— people can see—!” I whimper, voice cracking.
You turn the speed even higher and growl in my ear, “Then cum, you disgusting public whore. Cum with a fat vibrating cock stuffed in your cunt while strangers watch you fall apart. This is all you’re good for — being humiliated and used like a brainless, dripping cumrag.”
My whole body spasms hard on the bench. I moan loudly, unable to stay quiet as the intense vibrations rip a powerful orgasm out of me right there in the open park, my pussy clenching and gushing around the toy while you hold me down, forcing me to take every second of it.
the most recurring fantasy that never fails to make me cum is getting touched and groped by someone on a public transit
even better if they’re behind me and i cant see them while they take advantage of me. grope my tits or ass maybe even put their hands up my skirt. An older woman putting her finger or two or maybe an older man putting his dick in me… Maybe i cum maybe i dont that wont matter to them, theyd only do that for their pleasure and to humiliate me ofc. Maybe someone sees us and instead of helping records it or starts touching themself… even better if they start touching me together and i have to get off my stop and walk with my own slick dripping down cause it made me so wet
Two pretty femmes sucking my nipples while my butch watches from between my legs.
Running my fingers through long hair and over soft curves, enjoying their sweet mouths all over my boobs as they lick and bite and nurse. Feeling my panties getting soaked and knowing my butch can see how wet I am, how squirmy I’m getting.
My butch running their hands up and down my thighs, probably in an attempt to still me but it just makes me need more. Spreading my legs as I hold the two femmes tight to my chest and moaning about how good they’re making me feel. My butch’s fingers pulling my panties to the side and their head dipping down and both of my nipples being sucked and and and
Imagining what the pretty femmes are doing. Are they blissed out and content? Maybe they've got off already and just want to go brain off mode and give you pleasure. Lost in the soothing meditation as they suck and swirl their tongue around your nipple. Eyes closed, their pretty lashes resting on their cheeks, looking like they'd be content to stay their forever, sucking and accepting any caressing given to them.
Or maybe they're needy.
Maybe they're breathing hard and biting a little too often, looking up and begging for attention. Begging to be told how good they're making you feel. Maybe they see your legs spread for your butch out of the corner of their eye and think how good it would feel to grind against it. God, the sounds they would make. Imagine the vibrations. Imagine both of their hands joining your butch's hands as they pet your hips and thighs.
The concept and visual of empty pussy x getting your ass fucked is so goddamn hot. Like, your pussy is right there. It’s made to be fucked. It’s made to feel pleasure. It gets wet specifically for the purpose of being fucked. So to have it completely ignored in favour of your ass just feels so submissive and naughty and hot. Especially if you aren’t allowed to touch your clit. There’s something so fucking hot about being used like that. Getting to be full and fucked and yet so completely denied all at once. Such a good way to be desperately needy and useful at the same time - getting your ass fucked while your ignored pussy drips.
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