ooooh, someone paying off my student loans in exchange for me being their personal porn star. maybe it's an old woman, who's already been through the struggle of debt and wants to "help" someone just entering the real world. maybe it's a young, rich man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and only wanted someone easy to exploit. no matter their motivation, they look at me and see only one thing: a whore. someone not worth anything outside of how willing i am to degrade myself for other people.
it starts small. a picture of my tits for $30, not even enough to cover the monthly interest. when i ask for more, they tell me i need to work for it instead of begging for a hand out. $50 for a picture of my cunt. $100 for fucking myself with a dildo they picked out and recording it. $200 for wearing a plug out in public and taking a picture bent over a bathroom sink where anyone could walk in and see. the money starts slowly chipping away at my loan, and once it starts, i can't stop.
i ask for more, and they tell me they're done paying for pictures when they could just have the real thing. i protest, because i had told them i wouldn’t meet up in person, but they offer enough that i would stupid for saying no.
i agree. they're nice, on the surface. i can't differentiate the meanness in their eyes from the arousal. the first time, they're gentle, and i think that i made the right choice because nothing bad happened. the next time, they want to use toys on me and fuck me hard with a dildo thats just a little too big, they leave it in while they torture my clit and nipples with pinches. and the next, they want to hurt me. they hit me with a paddle until i'm crying, then use my body while i’m still reeling from the pain. i leave their place with a wobble in my step and bruises all over me.
i go over there one day and they have company. they keep passing me drinks until i'm swaying in my seat. they tell me to undress and i’m sober enough to put my foot down. when i refuse, they grab me and pull my clothes off, saying that whores don't get to say no. i try to fight them off, but it’s no use. they hold me against their chest and their friends start touching me, groping my tits and cunt, laughing at me when i flinch away. someone holds another drink to my lips and spills it all down my front when i won’t open, and the next time they try, my owner forces my mouth open so i have to drink unless i want to drown. more drinks are fed to me, the friends taking turns like i’m a zoo exhibit. the entire time, they’re commenting in my ear about how wet i am just from a bunch of strangers touching me, how loose i am after so long of being their personal sex doll. they make fun of me the first time i cum on someone's fingers.
when i’m wasted, my owner finally lets me go. i’m passed around the party. people use my mouth, my tits, my pussy, my ass. i’m in and out of awareness. i end up in someone's lap without realizing it, and they complain about how i’m so out of it i can barely ride them.
when i wake up, i’m sticky from alcohol and cum, tossed onto the couch at some point in the night. someone has written all over my body with a thick permanent marker, and my stomach flips when i see the tally of how many times i was fucked. my owner makes me beg for some pain killers, then pay for them with head, which makes my headache a thousand times worse. they tell me i can have a shower if i let them take pictures of the aftermath and they force me to pose with my legs open and cunt spread. they tell me i can leave if i let them post all of it online-- every picture and video i ever sent them, all the ones that were taken the night previous, and the aftermath, a perfect timeline of my own corruption published for the world to see.
i end up staying with them permanently. the first night of the rest of my life, they fuck me while scrolling through their own personalized porn folder.
once again thinking about someone making me embarrass myself in front of a camera 😵💫 pushing me ever so gently, with the lightest touches, and the most innocent murmured promises. I get squirmy of course, but at first I think I can resist the temptation. they offer to touch me over my clothes, and I think surely I can handle that, but their knowing grin when I agree says otherwise. Soon, I'm naked, bent over and crying, begging "harder, please," and doing anything I'm asked, camera be damned, because I just need it so, so much 😭
I think you boys have been very patient as I haven't been posting very much, I think you deserve a treat...
As you read along, I want you to do exactly as I tell you to. It might feel embarrassing at first, being a good boy for me, but deep inside, you know you need it, don't you?
Are you eager to get started? You feel your body tensing in anticipation?
Thats a good boy.
Now we can get started.
Firstly, you are going to bare your ass and pussy for me. Don't be shy. Remember, while we play, you're just my toy, you get no say in what happens to your body.
Good boy.
Awe, are you feeling a little exposed now that you've got your cunt out, darling? Good.
Lie down on your back for me. Now, you are going to spread your legs, like the needy whore you are. Were you squeezing your thighs together before, making yourself feel good without touching? Well, we'll have no more of that now... I bet you really want to touch, don't you? Can you feel how wet you are already? Imagine how good it would feel to have a cock pushing into that tight little hole of yours right now, filling you all the way up, hitting that sweet sweet spot inside your cunt that makes you shiver with pleasure... Imagine a strong, rough hand, fingers rubbing on both sides of your hard little tdick, occasionally brushing your sensitive tip.
Very gently, go ahead and run your fingertips over your needy cunt for me. Don't rub yourself, keep the pressure as light as you can and keep going up and down, brush against your hole and your tdick for me.
You need it bad, don't you, sweet boy? Keep going.
Now, at this point I'm sure you'd do almost anything to feel good, wouldn't you?
You're going to get a pillow for me now. Sit up. When you've fetched it, I want you to straddle it for me. Leg on each side, pussy pressing against the fabric. If you want to feel good, you're going to work for it.
You're going to hump this pillow like a naughty dog in heat.
Go ahead, rub your desperate little cunt on it, make yourself feel good, knowing how needy you look right now.
That's a good boy, so obedient for me. Go faster.
Are you really going to cum like this, humping a pillow like a dumb slut? Oh but you're waiting for permission, aren't you? Because you're just a stupid little boy who needs permission to cum from an assertive stranger on the internet...
Well, go ahead, boy. Cum for me.
But I didn't tell you to stop humping it, did I?
You're going to keep going until your legs are shaking and your pussy feels raw against the fabric. And you're going to fucking love it.
Are you ready to be a good boy and follow orders? If you're reading this and you're not at home or alone, save it for later, this will require your full attention. Is that understood?
Good boy.
Firstly, if you're playing with yourself while reading this, stop. I don't remember saying you could touch yourself, boy? As punishment, you are going to bring your dominant hand down onto your cunt five times for me. Hard. I don't care if it hurts. Harder. Good. Now hands off. Feel how your cunts aching? Remember that feeling.
If you weren't touching already, you get a treat. Take two fingers to your lips and suck on them for me. Go ahead, don't be shy. That's a good boy. Doesn't it feel good, doing as your told? Keep going for a bit, let yourself enjoy it. Stop. Very good.
Now, I need you to get undressed completely from the waist down, if you aren't already. There's no reason to feel embarrassed, while you're reading this, you're mine. And if I want access to your body, you're going to give it to me, aren't you? That's what I thought.
Next, you're going to get onto all fours. Keep the phone close so you can continue to read along. Very good. Spread your legs a bit more for me. There you go, that's a good boy. Feel that cool air on your cunt. You know if I stood behind you right now it would peak out so nicely for me, all exposed. Do you think I'd be able to see how wet you are right now? Is how much you are enjoying following my orders making you drip? We both know what you need, don't we? You're clenching your hole around nothing, darling...
Next, put your head down for me. If you decided to do this in a bed, you can grap a pillow. Keep your ass up, arch your back. Good boy, thats exactly it. Just like that. Now it's definitely showing how wet you've gotten... This is the perfect position for me to press my strap against that tight hole, isn't it? You're so needy for it, aren't you? Imagine how good it would feel when I finally push into your cunt, filling you up completely. You look so pretty like this, such a perfect little sexdoll...
Because you've been such an obedient boy for me, you can bring one hand in between your legs and rub your pussy now. Don't break position. You are going to cum like this or you're not going to cum at all, is that understood? Good.
You've done so well for me today, baby.
This is your reward. Doesn't that feel nice?Whenever you're ready, cum for me.
There you are, good job. Thats my good boy.
Now, I want you to take some time to rest, have some water and detach yourself from kink for a second. Watch a comfort video, take a shower, have a snack, whatever makes you feel cozy and good.
You did a great job for me today, thank you for playing along.
Imagining a group of people filming my cunt as they use it as they please, exactly what it’s there for, public use. Phones aimed at how my folds spread out on a thick cock as it fucks me, capturing every second as it brutalizes my cunt and pumps me full of a stranger’s seed, making sure to catch how it drips out of me afterward. Filming as someone else shoves their first inside of me, enjoying my moans. Another person holds my cunt open as multiple people shoot their cum inside of me, nothing more than a waste receptacle for their cum. Filming my loose, spent cunt just dripping cum onto the concrete floor as they leave my body for the next person to find and use. 💜
confession: probably the most degrading thing i've ever done, i went to meet up with a guy who was staying at a friend's house on the water. they were having a party, a bunch of cis guys, and we went out on a boat. they asked me to take my clothes off when we were out there and i did--even though we were in FULL VIEW of houses i did it anyway, they all still had their clothes on, and i laid there naked with my legs spread while they all drank, and just let them do whatever to me. sometimes they would finger my pussy, or just rub my chest or stomach or legs. one guy put a finger up my ass and just played with me for a while. and the whole time we were outside where people could definitely see. it was like i was just a party favor and they were doing whatever they wanted to my body. i was almost shaking i was so turned on, whenever i think about it i'm SO humiliated but it makes me so wet
I startle awake and I find myself strapped down, on my knees, with my legs straddling a sybian and my arms tied tightly behind me. There are more ropes wrapped around my knees, keeping my body pressed firmly against the machine. I’m naked and I can feel the ridges of the machine pressed harshly against my bare core, the pressure forcing my clit to bear full contact against the smooth material of the machine.
My eyes dart around the room as I struggle uselessly against my bindings. The room is so dimly lit that I can hardly see a few feet in front of me.
“Help! Please! Someone help me!” I scream into the empty space, my voice filled with desperation and fear as the gravity of the situation hits me. Suddenly, as if in response to my plead, lights pierce through the darkness, illuminating everything to full brightness.
I gasp and instinctively squeeze my eyes shut, the sudden light a harsh assault to my senses. When my vision finally adjusts enough for me to look around again, I feel a surge of terror when I see the set up around me.
There are several cameras and microphones laid out surrounding me, clearly set up to get 360 coverage of me. Directly in front of me is a massive screen that show the live camera feeds and I feel a shiver of fear creep down my spine when I see how helpless and vulnerable I look, naked and strapped down. On the bottom half of the screen there’s a blinking red light with the words Livestream Disabled flashing. My stomach clenches when I realize that the live footage of me, tied up and naked like this, could be livestreamed to who knows how many people across the world.
Tears well up in my eyes as panic starts to settle in. I let out a soft sob, wanting nothing more than to curl into myself, away from everything around me. “Please, don’t do this! Please let me go!” My voice is choked with tears and fear as my futile struggles against the bindings are coldly captured by the cameras and my begging is met with absolute silence.
All of a sudden, the machine I’m straddling roars to life. I scream as my back instinctively arches to try to reduce some of the sensation with no effect. The ropes around my legs force my entire weight to sink onto the machine, pressing my pussy mercilessly against the now-vibrating sybian. The vibrations are steady and I feel them wash over me as my clit takes the brunt of it all.
I gasp as the sensation starts to build and my mind wrestles with the juxtaposition of fear and pleasure. The rumbling vibration of the machine is drawing out soft moans and whines from me as I feel the sensations mounting. I writhe as much as I can but there’s nothing I can do to slow the onslaught of pleasure that is very quickly overwhelming me. There’s nothing else in the space around me to distract me from what’s happening to my body, though I’m not sure there’s anything that could distract me right now.
I try my best to shift my weight to take some pressure off my clit but there’s no leverage for me to move my body. I let out a desperate whine as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. My mind is scrambling as I’m trying to rationalize everything that is happening, being strapped to a machine and forcibly brought to an unwanted orgasm. I can’t hold back any longer and I feel my orgasm wash over me, my eyes fluttering shut as I my clit pulses and my pussy clenches. A moan escapes me as I writhe atop the machine, my hips grinding into the vibrations as my release tapers off.
The machine mercifully slows underneath me, the vibrations coming to a halt as I pant, trying to catch my breath and regain my bearings. When I glance up again at the screen, I feel a new wash of terror grip me as I register a few changes.
There’s a new line of text under where Livestream Disabled is written. It says Countdown to Livestream: 1 of 5. It takes me a moment before I register the meaning of the words: if I cum 5 times, the livestream turns on, showcasing my naked, shaking, cumming body to the entire world. I realize that whoever set up this cruel situation has every intention of forcing me to bend to their will so that I helplessly and reluctantly cum my way into putting on a show, my own body betraying me. I don’t have time to process any further before the sybian turns on again, this time at a much higher frequency.
A cry escapes from my lips and my body lurches as I desperately try to escape the stimulation. It’s too soon since my first orgasm and my clit is tingling with sensitivity. The machine doesn’t care as it relentlessly batters my body.
I’m trying to take deep breaths, to distract myself from the vibrations wracking my body. My clit feels hypersensitive and I silently beg my body to please, please don’t cum again.
I can feel myself getting closer and closer to a second orgasm and I’m doing everything in my power to hold it back. I’m determined to hold out, to not let this demented situation bend me to break. The pleasure makes me gasp and whine, my clit turning into a focal point of unadulterated ecstasy. The sound of my own ragged breathing fills the air as I’m drawing in desperate deep breaths to try to calm myself. It’s no match against the machine beneath me as it increases in intensity and I lose the shred of command I held over my body. A scream is wretched out of my throat as I cum.
The text on the screen changes in response: Countdown to Livestream: 2 of 5.
I let out a choked whine and I’m grasping at straws as I beg into the empty space, hoping, praying for a miracle to make this all stop. “Please,” my voice is shaking, “Please, help me. Make this stop, I’m begging you, please!” There’s no miraculous rescue in response to my pleading. This time, there’s not even a break between orgasms. The vibrations only kick up a notch, pulling a gasp from my lips.
“No, no, no, please! Please stop! I don’t want this!” I cry out, unable to stop myself from begging even when I know it’s useless. There’s no sympathy for me. I feel the horrible pleasure start to build again. My hands clench into fists and I dig my nails into my palms, gritting my teeth as I will my body to ignore the pleasure. It didn’t work earlier and it doesn’t work this time. My sheer will is no match against the machine bending my body to its wants. I shatter into a third orgasm, the pleasure rushing through me so intensely that I feel my head spin.
Countdown to Livestream: 3 of 5.
I jerk and struggle uselessly against my bindings. I feel the vibrations start to slow and I gasp in relief as my body comes down from the high it was forced into. There’s a growing feeling of despair as I realize I’m only two orgasms away from the livestream starting. And it doesn’t look like I have any hope to withstanding the pleasure to hold out for much longer. As if on cue, the machine restarts its vibrations.
The previous orgasms have pushed my body into overstimulation and my clit feels raw with pleasure but there’s nothing to give me a break. My pussy is drooling over the sybian, clenching and pulsing as pleasure makes me a slave. I’m being pushed higher and higher as I focus every measure of my mind to holding this orgasm back.
My teeth dig into my lip as I try to ground myself in the pain and my eyes are screwed shut. I teeter over the edge but out of sheer will, I hold myself back, begging my body to comply. For a moment, I manage to force my body to obey, curbing the pleasure. Then, the vibrations increase again.
I let out an anguished cry as the pleasure rushes through me, shattering all of my efforts at containing myself. I feel my cunt spray my release all over myself, my body locked in the throes of my orgasm. The sounds exploding out of me are a combination of pure pleasure and sheer torment.
Countdown to Livestream: 4 of 5.
I’m one orgasm away from the point of no return and the terror of being broadcasted to the world makes me want to cry. The vibrations pick up speed and there’s a sense of resigned acceptance that washes over me as my body obeys the machine and begins to inch towards my final release. But this time, it’s so much worse than I could’ve anticipated.
The sybian batters my body as it has with the past four orgasms. It expertly and unrelentingly drives me higher and higher in my pleasure, pulling moans and gasps out of me as it works. My body is barreling towards another all-encompassing orgasm when suddenly, all of the stimulation cuts off just as I’m about to cum. I let out a loud gasp as my body jerks in response to the loss of pleasure. I don’t understand. I was so fucking close and it all stopped. My eyes dart to the screen but there’s nothing there to explain what happened. The words Countdown to Livestream: 4 of 5 seem to taunt me.
My body slowly creeps back from the edge, my breathing stabilizing as the haze of pleasure slowly fades away. And then, the machine restarts. The vibrations are harsh and intense against my clit and I cry out as the previous pleasure suddenly slams back into me. Before long, I’m letting out gasping cries as my body once again is at the very precipice of pleasure. Again, it all stops. I can’t control the whine that slips out. I should be happy. Whatever is making the machine cut off at the very last second is obviously saving me from the livestream starting but the deep, primal, needy part of me wants to cry at the pleasure that’s being withheld from me.
The cycle continues when the machine restarts. At the very last moment, when just one more second of stimulation would push me over the edge, the machine stops. This time, I cry, hot and desperate tears falling down my cheeks.
I can’t even bring myself to care about the livestream anymore. I’m so fucking close, so desperate for the pleasure that I would sell my soul to cum. The last four orgasms do nothing to curb this insatiable desire that’s built up since the edging began and I’m mindless with need. My cunt is clenching around nothing, my clit throbbing in time to my heart beat but there’s nothing I can do to push myself over the edge. I feel my orgasm fading away and I let out a needy whine.
A few moments later, the sybian starts up again and a lewd moan slips from my mouth. My back arches as the pleasure washes over me, the previous edging driving me so close to the brink that even a few seconds of vibrations are enough to push me to the edge again. But again, the machine stops.
“Please! Please, I’m begging you, I need to cum. Please let me cum! Please, I need to cum.” My pleas didn’t work earlier when I was begging for the pleasure to stop and they certainly don’t work when I’m now pleading for an orgasm. It’s a cruel joke to make me such a slave to pleasure that I’m begging for my own demise.
The unrelenting cycle continues as the vibrations resume. There are incoherent babbles of desperation spilling from my lips as the pleasure mounts. Again, I’m held at the torturous edge as the machine plays my body like a familiar instrument.
Again, the vibrations cut off just as I’m about to cum. I scream. “Please! Please let me cum, just start the livestream, please, I just need to cum!”
It seems that I’ve said the magic words because the machine beneath me restarts with a fervor. I barely have time to draw a breath in when my orgasm slams full force into me. I shatter into unrelenting, all-encompassing pleasure as my cunt squirts out my release. Every single cell of my body is flooded with ecstasy and my consciousness shatters under the force of it all.
When I regain my senses again, I glance up at the screen and see the fated words reflecting back towards me: Livestream On, Countdown to Livestream: 5 of 5. I can’t bring myself to care when the machine underneath me increases its power and my eyes roll up as my overstimulated body is forced to react.
Okay, you can start recording, baby. Spread your legs wider for me and you can start stroking your cock. No, slower, I don't want you to come too fast, little whore. That's it, good boy. Now start playing with your hole. Look how sweetly it pulses when you're circling it, aw. Relax and push your fingers in for mommy... Good boy, see, you can do it. Start fucking yourself and keep stroking your cock. Aw, look how your dick twitches and leaks, such a needy whore. I knew you'd love to fuck your hole on camera. When will you be allowed to cum? When you put on fun show for me, of course!
You're such a stupid fucking boy. I can't believe you're so hard right now. You do know you're not supposed to enjoy this, right sweetie? Or are you too much of a dumb little cockdrunk bitch to figure that out?
Imagining I'm a minor celebrity and one day I get a message. You have my address and nudes I sent to an ex which are kinky and slutty. You threaten to share them with the whole world. I offer you money but that's not what you want. So instead you tell me you've booked into a seedy motel in my city and I'm going to come and meet you. You're much older than me. You make me strip naked and let you write all over my body. You take my phone, make me pose for more photos and tell me you'll be posting them from my account if I don't give you what you want. You tie my hands, make me kneel and give you head for what feels like a whole hour, slapping me, making me beg you for mercy while my mouth is full, filming that too. Then you say, let's put those holes to good use, you throw me on the bed and r@pe each of my holes in turn. You're in no rush and you break me in in all sorts of slutty positions. You make me get on top, filming it while I slide my hips back and forth, so wet it's audible on the video, begging and moaning like a whore - and then I cum. As punishment you bend me over and r@pe me so hard I bruise inside. My holes are still gaping and leaking your cum when you send me home and say, come back tomorrow night or I'll start posting.
theres nothing i want more than to fagify a guy. have some closet case see my fat, obviously faggy ass walking around in shorts and a shirt i cut the sleeves off out. i want him to envy my freedom and i want to see it so obviously in his eyes. i want him to follow me outside and not fight back as i shove him against an ally wall and make him beg for a man in ways he's never dreamed of
When using a fag, both of his holes should always being put to use. If there you aren’t sharing the bitch with other men, then your fingers work well for fucking the faggot’s mouth while you fuck his pussy with your cock. The faggot will be grateful.
Need to be tied up and bent over in a room full of people. Shameless fingers spreading oil between my legs and about a dozen pairs of eyes leering at my exposed shiny cunt
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