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wettmillyxx69

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whitegirls-bbcsohot

Hell yes that is what I want to see a dirty little white slut doing

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ALL YOU DESERVE †

It was a fun training session today with this cocksleeve. Now to let it get some rest as I have some demented things planned for it tomorrow

patriarchalsoul-deactivated2024

Give up

you were raised to be the perfect picture of what your parents wanted. They imparted on you the need to be smart, successful and talented..... to challenge others and be the best you could be in whatever situation you found yourself in. They raised you to be independent and fearless.

That was their dream..... but is it yours?

As you got older, you found that life was harder than your parents told you it would be. Some challenges were harder than others. you found that you didn't want to lead. you didn't want to be independent and that being smart was very hard for you.

However, you didn't want to let your parents down so you kept fighting because you didn't know any other way to be.

In truth, your parents started you out on the wrong path entirely.

you know that by now. you know at least on some level that you were always meant to serve... to follow and obey. It's simpler.

The mere presence of the vagina between your legs makes you inferior to not only the Men around you but ALL Men.

you were born to be dominated, used and penetrated.... to be always under Them figuratively, mentally and physically.

If you've already grasped this, why are you still fighting against your true nature.

Is it shame? Will you let the shame of accepting your place keep you from being who and what you've always meant to be?

Give up. Give in. Surrender to the unspoken desires that have driven you for so long.

you know you need this. Find a Man to help you.

patriarchalsoul-deactivated2024

melanie was trapped. her clothes were locked away. she was pennyless since being stripped of her rights and possessions. her phone had been taken and there was no way of even communicating with the outside world. she had once run naked to the neighbor, Alec for help but, upon reaching His door, discovered He'd known about her enforced captivity from the beginning.

Today marked a new change.

As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, a new stark reality of her inescapable situation stared back. The thick, locked-on shock collar would make her escape impossible.

No doubt she would make a new ill fated attempt to escape but this time, pain would accompany her embarrassment.

patriarchalsoul-deactivated2024

I am a Man of specific tastes and needs. Rules are important to Me as well as finding a female with manners. For those of you who are always heavily made up and wearing excessive jewelry in order to convey a specific image, you are most likely not for Me.

I prefer a female natural. No hair care products, no make up and no bra or panties under your clothes to hide or accentuate your natural features.

I'd want your tits hanging naturally and nothing (pants, shorts, etc) ever covering or hiding either of your holes.

I need a female that knows where it belongs in the world.

Show Me

darkeyedsoul2

If He wanted you to wear panties, He'd have told you.

darkeyedsoul2

Anticipation

wendy had always been unsure of herself....even from a young age. she often needed assurance from others that she was making the right decisions. she felt lost and unprepared most of the time....

When her friend monica set her up on a date with Mark, she was excited but anxious as well. What kinds of things did He like? What was His favorite food? Would He like her?

As the day wore on towards it's inevitable conclusion, wendy's anxiety had become more and more crippling. Stepping out of the shower, she looked down at her body. Once more, the question of "would He like her?" flooded her mind. her body was average. While she had no plans to have sex with Him this early, she now looked down at her tits and small patch of hair above her pussy. Were her tits too small? Would He prefer her shaved instead?

Overthinking, the young brunette quickly climbed back into the shower and shaved the small patch of pubic hair from her body. Half heartedly smiling, she hoped she'd done the right thing.

she had plenty of time. Three more hours to prepare.

Looking at herself in the mirror for a second time, the naked young female panicked once more. Would He prefer her hair curly or straight? her inability to make decisions made every option nearly impossible.

Looking up at the clock, she now realized in the last hour she hadn't made a single choice she'd stuck with.

Two hours remained. her hair had dried naturally curly. There was little time to straighten it when she still neeede to choose what to wear.

Make up came next. While wendy never deviated from her look, she once more panicked at the thought of looking perfect for Him. Did He prefer light make up or more? Pondering the thought of actually calling Him to have Him tell her, the naked young brunette dialed His number countless times only to hang up before making the call.

Frantically realizing she'd done absoultely nothing to change her appearance in any way out of the shower, wendy now felt her anxiety cross a threshold she'd never passed. There were so many options. So many decisions... What would he prefer she wear? Earrings? No earrings? Jewelry? Lipstick? Dress? Pant suit? Heels? Sandals?

her body and mind paralized with the anxiety gripping her, wendy now found herself doing the only thing that made sense...... to give up and let Him decide.

As the doorbell rang, her heart raced.

Opening the door, the naked young woman lowered her gaze and dropped to her knees.

Please help me.

patriarchalsoul55

I need a cunt.

A slut, a whore, an object, a pet.... a female that knows where it truly belongs but struggles with its place daily. I need a cunt that appears normal to the outside world but knows deep down, especially between its legs that it is not.

I need a cunt that craves discipline, humiliation and degradation... a cunt that needs to be talked down to, belittled and objectified.

I need a cunt that knows it does not belong in the vanilla world, but instead naked and at the feet of a Dominant that knows how to make it feel small, inferior and pathetic.

Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, I need a cunt that wishes to have its life ruined with no chance of return.... to be outed to friends, family and co workers so severely that it impossible to undo.... and to be done, not only by My hands but its own.

I need a cunt willing to burn all bridges to become what it was always meant to be.

Do you have what it takes?

patriarchalsoul55

Focus

It is important from the beginning when conversing with Me, whether here or in person, to shed your shame, dignity and pride as soon as possible.

I do not require an eqal nor do I need you to be intelligent. What I do need is manners....

Good manners can vary depending on the Man and the situation a female is in. Everyone has their own preferences.

For Me, a female should always wish to be lower in stature and status than the Man it is conversing with.

Clothing specifically should be removed immediately when at all possible. This includes shoes, jewelry and even makeup in order to show the respect that is due the Man in question.

Stature, as mentioned above, is also a key factor.

Never... NEVER stand in the presence of a Man. As a female, you were born to serve and provide pleasure. The primary source of His pleasure is His cock. As such, that should be your primary focus so His cock should always be at eye level.

Whether you are on all fours looking up at it or on your knees, make it clear to Him what your goal truly is.

patriarchalsoul55

I am Toxic

To the rest of the world, I am toxic.

I am sexist, condescending, misogynistic and, at times, cruel. I believe that females.... ALL females... were meant to serve Man. I am a humiliator and a degrader. In a perfect world, females would be born without rights of any kind and there would be no point in their lives where they would have any say or input on which direction their lives would take. Home schooled to keep them out of any work force that would position them over Men, they would be taught obedience and manners first and foremost, followed by the importance of serving Men domestically and sexually. They would never have access to money or possessions, keeping them completely dependent, first on their Fathers and then to their Husbands. they would grow up and continue through life, never leading but always following the commands of their Owners. Lives of complete subservience to the Men that Owned them.

I do not and have not ever apologized for My opinions of females.

Obviously, the world described above will never come to pass, at least in My lifetime but that does not make it simply a fantasy.

patriarchalsoul55

He controls everything

As a female, you are completely powerless.

He controls and should control everything in your life.

How you behave, how you dress, where you go.... What, where, when, how and why you do what you do while there.

He controls what you say or if you even speak at all.

He controls when or if you see your friends and family.

He controls your finances, determining what, if any any out of your own pay check that you will or should receive.

He controls what you eat and how much.

He controls when and where you sleep as well as the duration.

He controls whether you sit, stand or crawl.

He determines if you are permitted on the furniture.

He controls when you use the bathroom and whether you do so inside or outside.

He controls what you do in His absence.

Naturally, you have daily chores that are monitored for time and efficiency.

He determines your weight and the exercise needed to keep it set.

He determines the size of your tits.

He determines whether to mark your body and to what degree.

He controls how, when and where He fucks you.

He determines who else fucks you.

He chooses which hole or holes He uses.

He chooses where He cums.

He determines when or if you cum.

He chooses if you get pregnant.

in short, His control, like your submission, is absolute.

succubusliv-old

[short] bathroom sex

We barely enter the club and she grabs my hand and tugs me away from the bar. Before I know it, I’m in wedged into a bathroom stall with her hands on my shoulders, pushing me down to my knees. My linen skirt bundles up around my knees and overflows out into the next stall. This would probably be embarrassing if I thought about it.

She giggles and her hand leaves my shoulder.

I look up at her, watching her. I can see the excitement in her eyes.

She pulls her checked shirt out of her tight jeans, pushing it up as she unbuckles her belt.

I know my cue. I unbutton her pants and unzip the fly. She’s not wearing any underwear. Her glittery strap on is laying there, loud and proud against her leg. My fingers slide along its length and tug it out of its tight denim prison. I smile. This is the cock that can shoot come. Even though I doubt she’s packing come tonight, it always turns me on to play with this one. That’s just the kind of girl I am.

Her hand moves from my shoulder the back of my head, bunching up my curls.

I wrap my hand around her cock and start sliding it up and down along the length. I know she wants me to suck her, but I’m trying to restrain myself a little bit. Anticipation is half the fun.

The other half is the danger of being caught. As if on cue, the door back to the club opens and we’re surrounded by loud beats mixing 80s rock with something I don’t recognize. Our new neighbor sits down in the next stall and pushes my skirt back under the partition. I can feel the blood rushing to my face. I must be beet red, but the embarrassment turns me on even more, even though this is clearly marked as the bathroom people use for sex here. If they had wanted to be left alone they would have gone to the other one.

Chris moans as she thrusts her hips against my hand’s rhythms.

The third half of the fun (I’m bad at math when I’m this turned on), of course, is the cock sucking. I love getting her off with my mouth. I lean forward and open my mouth. My lips surround the glittery head of the cock and I suck it in. I smile up at her, watching her reaction. I know she loves how I smile with a cock in my mouth. She’s told me often enough.

My tongue slides along the dildo’s opening, teasing it even though she can’t feel me.

Her hand presses the back of my head, urging me forward.

I lean forward, letting go with my hand and steadying myself against her hips.

The urging has turned to insistence. Her hand presses hard on the back of my head and she’s rocking in and out with her hips. The head of her cock slides along my hard palate and then finds the back of my throat.

“That’s right, slut. Take it all.”

The toilet next of us flushes.

When did her arms get this fucking strong? She pushes on the back of my head while pressing the cock deeper into my throat, blocking all of my air.

I relax into it. I can feel the rhythm of her fucking my face deep in my cunt.

She slams the cock into my throat harder and harder.

I open my mouth wider trying to get air in past the dildo. A stream of saliva drips down my lips, over my chin, and onto my tits. That’s certainly going to be visible on my light top when we get out.

She presses her cock hard into my throat again, holding it there.

My tongue massages the underside of the dildo. I can feel her pulsing and twitching through the silicone.

Her breath is ragged and her face is red. She’s so close.

Her fist tightens on my hair and yanks me off the cock, pulling my head backward.

I gasp in my first sweet breath of air in what feels like forever.

She moans, low as her cock starts spurting across my face and chest, covering me in slimy ejaculate. As the first splash hits me, she screams out, “Fuck, yes!”

My vision starts to clear. I look up at her, smiling. I’m ready for more, ready for whatever she wants to do with me.

Her breathing returns to normal. She pulls me up by my hair—slowly but insistently so she isn’t hurting me. She briefly kisses my come covered lips and whispers, “Now you’re ready to go dancing.”

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