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A real Man will:

Be condescending and talk down to you - not with you. He will smile at you and be overbearing. He will look at your tits instead of your face. He will treat you like a child, ignorant and immature, incapable of even the simplest of things.

Always pick apart everything you say and correct you. He will never let you forget your past mistakes, even the tiny ones, and will use it against you. He will let you know you’re not to be trusted.

State things as “facts” and let you know that everyone knows (except for you), or tell you you shouldn’t worry about it or think about it, just accept it as a given.

Use “derogatory” terms when addressing you until it feels natural and perfectly in order. He will constantly remind you you’re stupid and worthless.

Rewrite your past by correcting your own memory of things that happened until your recollections and His interpretations of what happened are merged into one (this might be confusing from time to time and you might look to Him for guidance and corrections when you recount things from your own past, but that’s ok).

Make you question your own power of making independent decisions until you’ll rely on Him to make the decisions for you or correct the ones you’ve already made.

Never apologise but will expect you to apologise to Him, even if you’re not sure what you did wrong (just knowing He’s unhappy or irritated should be enough. Always apologise when you’re feeling upset or unhappy. No one likes a miserable bitch.). He will also expect you to make the first move to make good again.

Will never respect you. At most, what you can hope for is that He’ll appreciate you. He will see you and treat you as an object, a domestic servant, to make his cock hard - not His life. He’ll make fun of you and will from time to time beat you and slap you. Take it as a sign that He cares enough to bother with something like you, to be around you, to correct you and make you a better object for His needs and His wants.

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deliciouslydenied

Sunday April 10, 2016

Today is Sunday April 10, 2016. Today is my 12th day of denial. Of course, you’ve heard about how our Sunday’s go, but you haven’t really heard anything about an actual Sunday. As some of you know Friday was a very very hard day for me. The day started out normal, but there was a very intense session of denial at the end of the day that didn’t really end well for me. It was extremely frustrating and I blew up in anger and insulted and disrespected my Master. The guilt ruined a potential orgasm for me.

I begged Master to have mercy on me on Saturday. I felt so broken that I didn’t think I would be able to handle another day of strict denial. I wanted a normal day of just relaxing and taking it easy. But Master doesn’t really take requests. In fact, sometimes, he considers requests as a reason to do the opposite. I guess you can call it vindictive or whatever you want, but he has the power and he will do what he wants. My begging is nothing but a weak request. He will still do what he wants with me. There’s been a few times that I’ve had to really let him know how serious I am, I thought this was going to be one of those times.

Saturday started out like any other day. I did my whole morning routine. Work out. Shower, Wake up Master, Make breakfast, clean, etc… Nothing out of the ordinary at all. My edging remained just like every other day. Once after my shower and once before bed. The only thing about Saturday was that Master didn’t say that much to me. Usually he will call me over and I’ll kneel by him and we will talk or joke or something. No, Saturday, I knelt down by him and we just sat there silently. He would only give me orders. He didn’t make me edge any extra times either. This made me feel extremely guilty about the night before.

I wanted to apologize again hoping that he would forgive me, but Master hates when I apologize more than once. He always says, “I heard you the first time you apologized. I know you meant it. Shut the fuck up about it.” But his silence killed me pretty much all day. He wasn’t cold with me. He still rubbed my head and he still kissed me and loved me, but he just hardly talked with me at all. I felt like he was pissed at me for some reason. It was the guilt taking over my own brain. I wasn’t acting normal either. I needed him to punish me for it. I wanted to know how he was going to punish me for it so I could feel like I paid for what I did. But, nothing. Just a boring ass day at home. I did a tiny bit of tumblr and writing but that was my Saturday. What got me at the end of the day was that he didn’t even say, “Good night. Cunt” Like he always does. He just rolled over with his back toward me and fell asleep.

So that takes me to today. I couldn’t sleep last night. I felt like crap. I felt like I had hurt my Master. I felt like a piece of shit that wasn’t worth his time. Maybe it was all an act. Maybe not. All I know is that I couldn’t sleep from the pain I had inside of me. Maybe that was the punishment. My guilt was punishment. The mental torture of constantly remember what I said to him and meaning it too. Ugh, I was totally hating myself all night. But I did manage to get some sleep finally.

Master woke up before me today. He hardly ever does that. I didn’t even hear him get up. I don’t know what time he woke up. I woke up close to 7am. I turned to look if Master was asleep and when I saw that he wasn’t there. I started to panic. Not because he got up before me, but because I wasn’t used to it at all. I jumped out of bed and I could hear him doing things in the den. Moving things around. I went to the doorway and I knelt down and I bowed my head down and I said, “Good Morning Master.”

He stopped and came right to me and stood in front of me and I knew what to do. I reached up and I untied his sweats and I pulled them down to his knees exposing his beautiful cock. And I did my regular Sunday morning prayer of worship to his cock. Here’s how it goes:

I place my nose at the base of his cock right where his balls meet his shaft. I look up at him and I rest his shaft between my eyes and on my forehead. I kiss his balls softly three times. Twice for the balls and once for his cock. I keep my mouth barely touching his balls while I look up. Then I say my prayer of worship to his crotch. I look up at him and don’t take my eyes off his face as I say the following prayer:

“My dear sweet wonderful Master. How I adore you. I kneel in the presence of your power. I bask in the power of your sex. I admire the power that it holds over me. I long for your taste. I crave your touch. I melt in the glory of this divine member between your legs. I bask in the glory of your precious seed. I kneel before the king of my world and the root of my soul. A priceless treasure rests on my brow. With your glory and mercy, please let this weak soul provide herself as an instrument for your divine pleasure. I sacrifice every orifice, every crevice, every crease of my body for your own pleasure. Bless me with your liquid waste. Provide me with guidance to be worthy of your precious seed. I am yours. I am but an empty vessel begging to be filled with your glory.”

I kiss his balls and lick all the way up the shaft and gently kiss the tip before bowing my head and bending over so my head rests between his feet. Ass high in the air. Hands behind my back.

Master just left me like that and went back to work. He just ordered me to make him breakfast. Nothing too hard, oatmeal with raisins and brown sugar. I knelt down outside the doorway where he was and called him to breakfast. He stopped and sat at the table and ate while I knelt down behind him waiting for instructions. When he finished he turned around and made me look at him.

He ordered me to rub myself while he said what he had to say. It was pretty much a lecture about my behavior. I asked to do all this. I asked for a long period of denial. I asked for scheduled days of extreme edging. I asked for harsh days as well. And he was doing me a service and a kindness by doing something for me. Something that I really wanted. He sacrificed his own joy to please me. I’ve been doing this for a long time now. I shouldn’t have to be lectured on my misbehavior. I was thinking with my pussy. Drowning in pussy juice. He slapped my forehead and said that it makes me stupid and act like a bitch. He didn’t deserve the disrespect. He didn’t deserve that treatment.

I cried in my guilt. And all I could do was kneel there and look up at him and say that I was sorry. He slapped my face, not too hard, but hard enough to shock me. “Not good enough.” he said. So he made me crawl behind him to the den where he had set up a few things. A wooden horse which I hate. The frame which is a place where he can tie me spread eagle in a standing position. And a leather bench he uses to whip me if I really fuck up. He asked me which one I would like to use. I looked around and thought about all the positive and negative things about each one. And the guilt I felt made me feel like I deserved the worst of them all so I said, “The horse, Master. I deserve the horse.” He walked over to the wooden horse and turned to look at me. He ordered me to pick another one. This told me that he was going to use two different things to hurt me with today. So I picked the next hardest thing to endure, I said, “The bench Sir. I deserve the bench too.”

Then he said, “Well, it looks like we’ll be using the frame today.” Choosing the thing I didn’t pick just to prove a point that I don’t get what I want. He had me follow him back into the kitchen. He sat down and was holding a deck of cards. Then he ordered me to act natural. Sundays are supposed to be relaxing days of fun and edging. Not days of hard servitude. So I stood up and sat with him at the kitchen table. He got up and made me my own bowl of oatmeal which I actually made, he just served it in a bowl for me. He left it bland though. No sugar, no fruit, nothing. He told me to eat it. We were going to play a card game.

He put a bunch of stacks of cards in small piles in a weird shape. Two piles of 4 on the bottom. 2 just above that of 4. 2 above that of 4. One pile of 4 above and between those. Above that another single pile of 4. Above that was 2 piles of 4. Then 2 more piles of 4 and at the top was one final pile of 4. Altogether 13 stacks of 4 in that shape. He explained what each level meant. The bottom 2 stacks represented my feet and calves. Above that, my thighs. Then my pussy. Then my belly. Then my breasts. Then my arms. Then at the top was my face.

I had to flip over each card, one at a time while Master took notes. I was going to get a full body whipping for my disrespect. The first 2 cards I flipped over were the amount I was going to take on whatever body part I was on in the shape of the stacks. A’s counted as 14, K’s 13, Q’s 12, and J’s 11. The rest were the value of the card. I added the first two cards of each pile and had to say first, the body part, then the amount of strikes I would get on that body part and then finish by saying “Please.”. The third card meant how hard the strikes would be on a scale of 1 to 10 and based on my threshold of pain. Never too hard that I can’t handle or to scar or cut or hurt me. The last card in each pile represented the tool he would use on that body part. A heart meant his hand. A Diamond meant the cane. A Club meant the paddle. And a Spade meant the crop. I had to do this for each pile and announce what each one meant. So he let me use his notes to write this so you all know what I got exactly.

On my left foot and left calf I got 14 strikes with the crop at a level 3.

On my right foot and right calf I got 10 strikes with the paddle at a level 9. OUCH! It bruised and welted hard.

On my left thighs front and back, I got 7 strikes with the crop at a level 10. OUCH!! Again welted hard and marked. It will bruise for sure.

On my right thighs front and back I got 18 strikes with his hand at a level 6. It hurt but It was manageable.

On my left ass cheek I got 10 strikes with the paddle at a level 10. Ouch!! I screamed by the end of it and I swore it broke skin.

On my right ass cheek I got 9 strikes with the cane at a level 8. I thought it was going to burn off. Ow! Again, I screamed after 3 strikes and cried hard.

On my pussy I got 13 strikes with the paddle at a level 8. I screamed so hard I thought I would lose my voice. Holy shit that hurt. Cried hard. I thought I was gonna pass out from that pain. But his pauses were perfect for me to recover before hitting me again.

On my belly I got 21 strikes with the cane at a level 3. Still hurt like hell. Red stripes all around there.

On my left breast I got 7 strikes with the cane at a level 6. I screamed hard and cried in pain. Especially when he hit my nipples. I couldn’t stop crying by this time.

On my right breast I got 18 strikes with his hand at a level 10. Hardest of any of the parts of my body. It hurt so bad that It’s going to be bruised and sore for days. It was fucking harsh. Almost used my safeword, “Giggety” Yeah Family Guy.

On my left arm I got 13 strikes with the crop at a level 10. Harsh but not on such a sensitive body part. Again it’ll be bruised and sore for a while. Ouch. Made me cry harder.

On my right arm I got 5 strikes with his hand at a level 7.

On my face I ended up getting 15 strikes with the cane at a level 6. But Master doesn’t like to mark my face so he threatened to use the cane on my face by whipping it around close to it making me flinch real hard, but instead he removed my gag and just slapped me 15 times pretty hard.

He left me there spread out like that for a while so he could put away the bench and the horse. It gave me time to recover and think about my why I was punished in the first place.

When he finished, he took me down off the frame and I knelt down right away and I kissed his feet over and over and over again. I hugged his leg tight and I told him how sorry I was for the way I acted and that I won’t let my frustration get the best of me again. I promised him I would be a better slave and accept the treatment he gives me especially at my request. I thanked him for everything he does for me and how he fulfills my fantasies for me and makes my life pure bliss. I told him how much I loved him and how I would do anything for him and how lucky I was to have him.

He reached down and lifted me up and he held me close to him and he rubbed my whole sore body and just held me there safe in his strong arms. Oh that hug made me cry so hard. He sat down on the couch and put me in his lap and just rocked me and loved me and held me tight. He rubbed his hands over my welts and bruises and told me how much he loved me and cared about me and how he would never leave and how I was his whole world. It was a very deep moment.

I hardly ever get beaten. I don’t like pain that much. I don’t have a strong tolerance for it. Master knows my pain limits better than I do. So when I do fuck up bad like I did Friday night, I get a beating. It’s not a treat for me. It’s not a kink for me. It’s not a kink for Master much either. But, we both enjoy it if it’s deserved and well deserved. This punishment was well deserved and I sure learned from it.

I think he held me there for close to an hour just praising me and loving me. Then he let me go. It was Sunday after all and I had a lot of edging to do.

So it was just like any other Sunday. I looked up porn for the week for Master to enjoy. I edged to every video I chose for him. I found pictures and gifs I thought he might enjoy. Every hour at the top of the hour I had to stop what I was doing and squat in front of Master and do my hourly edging. It always freaks me out how fast an hour goes by on Sundays. This keeps me on my toes all day. I’m constantly on the edge of orgasm. And my mind goes totally insane. The only problem with today was the fact that my whole body was sore and in pain. It actually felt better to kneel than to sit. It’s hard to get comfortable. I look down at my body and I see all the welts and bruises and it actually makes me a little more excited because he took the time to correct me. I don’t feel as guilty as I did before. I paid for my disrespect.

I kind of laughed today because I noticed something. We were in the middle of a Monopoly game. Master was kicking my ass and right at the top of the hour Master gives me a look and I have to stop, squat and edge. I laughed because I could only think, what wife does this? Just at a random time, stop whatever she’s doing and masturbate in front of her husband? I mean, who does this? I imagined a housewife like the one from Happy Days or Marge Simpson. OMG I laughed so hard thinking about this while I edged. I made Master laugh just as hard when I told him that. But right after that edging, Master scooted back and pulled down his pants. I moved forward to offer my mouth and he just said, no, I want your cunt.

Master uses my cunt way more than people think. I have had to really learn to use my kegels to hold back my orgasms when I’m used like this. Sometimes I can’t take it but I have to get out of my fog and say something before I lose control of myself and cum when I’m not given permission. But it’s my favorite way to please Master. It gives me the most pleasure and I feel this deep closeness with him. Like I feel attached to him on an emotional and deep level. It’s also the fastest way to make him cum. He likes it more than any of my other holes. So I got on top of him and I rode him while holding his head close to my breasts. Softly. I caressed his precious cock with my soaking and desperate pussy. Feeling his love inside of me. It didn’t take long for me to feel that orgasm come. It was really really intense. But I fought it. I felt Master start to tighten up and moan and grunt so I knew he was really close. He calls out, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Keep that exact pace, cunt.” and when he said that word, cunt, my need got really intense. I didn’t think I would be able to fight it. I squeezed him tight and kept my pace and I squealed like a bitch from all the strength it was taking me to hold back my orgasm. I was right there and just barely managing. I didn’t know how long I’d be able to hold it. Seconds maybe. Finally, he thrusted upward and gave a loud moan. I could see in his face that he was there. It was red and his eyes were watering. I just planted a deep kiss on him and I was able to hold back my orgasm better because I felt his love for me and it was a sacrifice I give to him. I felt him jerk inside of me. I kept my pace feeling the desire and the need just build so extreme. I started crying really hard and squeezing his body really tight against mine as I rode him up and down. I felt his cum shoot inside me as he gave a hard sigh and moans of pure pleasure. It was the only time all day that I got to please him. He held his own pleasure for this moment and I was grateful to have it. My pussy was pulsating so hard that I felt like I might not be able to stop my orgasm from coming. But I managed and I was very proud of myself.

When he tapped my sore ass, I slowly came off of him dizzy with my own foggy and horny brain. Crying from the denial and I sucked his cock and balls clean. I looked up at him and thanked him for letting me please him with my pussy. I cried so hard while I said that because I was dying inside. His cum dripping out of my pussy and down my inner thighs made it even worse. But I didn’t dare beg for it. I just had to be proud that I made him happy. Then it was back to the game. Of course I got my butt kicked which is rare cuz I usually beat him at Monopoly. It’s my favorite board game. But I beat him at cribbage and rummy and dominoes. We had a great time today. I suffered early, but I learned my place again. I suffered the hardest denial which is still throbbing between my legs as I write this. I cry when I think about how badly I want to cum. How badly I want to beg for it. How badly I need it to keep myself sane and my mind out of the gutter. I want to fuck everyone I see. That stuffed animal at the store. That shelf full of books. That book on the shelf. That table end. That doorknob over there. The remote control to the TV. Even this mouse I’m using. Every single thing I’m looking at has become a sexual item. I see a commercial about bbq ribs and I want to fuck the ribs. I’m fucking sick. I wrote Master a new fantasy. Something that my filthy mind just thought up today, Monday. He’s going to look it over and decide if I’m just being crazy or if it’s possible. It involves food. If and when it happens, you all will know.

Sunday, I edged a total of 15 times right to the edge. Every hour from 9am after my whipping to 11pm right before Master went to bed. That doesn’t count the extreme edge I got while fucking Master. So if you do count that, it would be 16 total.

I was able to write half of this last night (Sunday night). But I got too sleepy around 1am. It helped because that long delay without edging allowed me to sleep a little better.

I am horny. I am always fucking horny. I want sex. I want it now. I want it always. I don’t care what I have to do to get an orgasm right now. I just want it. I’ll do anything Master wants and for however long he wants. Another Sunday gone. A day of worship and suffering and sacrifice. A day I made myself a little more worthy of that pleasure I want so bad. I’m still twitching down there people. I’m still sexualizing everything and today I don’t have anything I have to do. A free day to do whatever I want. And because I love you all so much, I finished this post.

I hope my suffering was entertaining to you. I hope my writing makes sense. It was written in a deep fog of subspace. Where the real world doesn’t exist. Only a world where my God is my Master and my heaven is my orgasm. And I will dedicate my life to pleasing my God in hopes to find my heaven that is in His hands. When I experience my heaven, if I ever earn it, then I will be able to live back in the real world again.

Til next time,

Sara

dirty-depraved2-deactivated2017

Read this. It’s delicious. It’s committed. It’s heartfelt. Well done.

deliciouslydenied

Thank you so much! I really appreciate it.

lordandhisslave

Truly incredible writing, thank you for sharing

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drunkmcthief-deactivated2018092

The Finest!!!

beautyandthickness

Cmon now. Is this even a question anymore?

just thought I'd share

I have a fantasy. To be a sort of party favor. I want my s.o. To have a small boys night... Poker, video games, whatever floats his boat. I want to be there nude except maybe a garter,thigh highs, and fuck me heels... I want them to basically act like I'm not even there... Not even acknowledge my presence except maybe a nipple twist here or there, or anything else they feel like doing. Meanwhile I'm serving drinks or food... Whatever they need. Then without even leaving the game or conversation they all begin to fuck me in any hole. They each do this all night... Sometimes 2 or 3 at a time... None of them ever speaking to me. They slap me, cum on me, cum in me etc... Oh and none of them wearing condoms...

i Know this isn't well written... But... Ugh I want soooo bad

humbledcunt

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Recent piece by Wallace.Draw

iamyourdaddynow

This is how it’s done

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This is how I’ll be Lubed up and ready for you Come home now daddyyy

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ねねこ＠やや低浮上さんはTwitterを使っています: にゃんにゃん

senpaicumhungry

Nyaa! Senpai! ❤

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It’s strange isn’t it? How we’d rather have them hurt us than to not have them at all.

T.C - addicted (via

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Is this describing love or masochism? Is there even a difference? I don’t think so

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Love is masochism

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I find this quite beautiful

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Doujin

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Hentai XXX

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“Why are you crying? I thought you wanted to go home, back to your job and your family? Here’s the key to your shackles, uncuff yourself and walk away.“

She thought that was what she wanted too, she should be overjoyed at the idea of going home! But now that the moment was here she had started to cry.

"Go on then.” He urged, a triumphant smile already spreading across his face.

“No.” She whispered, “Please take me home. Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me here. Don’t make me go."

"Why shouldn’t I? I’ve had my fun with you.” He needed to hear her say it, that she truly cared for him after the year he’d kept her prisoner.

“I love you!” She sobbed, “Please take me home!"

He pulled her roughly to her feet and led her back to the car, back into his clutches, where she belonged.

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What type of men do I like?

I like men who are assertive. I like men who use me to masturbate. I like men who hit me so hard I bleed. I like men who degrade me beyond repair. I like men who tell me how fat and worthless I am. I like men who don’t use condoms even when I beg. I like men who don’t use lube to sodomize my asshole. I like men who call me by another woman’s name when they fuck me. I like men who leave me bruised. I like men who kick me out after they are done with me. I like men who never call again. I like men who think about their daughters while they fuck me. I like men who do whatever they want with me. I like men who rape women. I like men who rub against me in public. I like men who take advantage of girls. I like men who make me beg for their dick. I like men who don’t fuck me and make me watch as they fuck better women. I like men who make me crawl. I like men who make me tongue their assholes. I like men who make me bleed. I like men who put guns to my head. I like men that don’t ask for my name. I like men who make me their slave. I like men who invite their friends.

But who cares what I like, if you have a cock you make the rules and I’ll do anything to please you.

thegentlemankindsadist-deactiva

Despite being a worthless brainless piece of pathetic cunthole fuckmeat, it actually wrote something that is a deep basic truth. *I like* female meat who are like that.

littlegirlcumslut

I can relate to the majority of those points, and hope that when I’m ready to, I’ll submit to a man who understands not only what I like, but that it is his right to give or take whatever he wants regardless (within SSC).

chavhunter1982

dumbgirlsrule

Your hair should be blonde.

Your eyes should be dark.

Your dress should be lower than your bra, skin-tight, and very short.

Your heels should be high.

This isn’t slutty, this is what real girls look like. Don’t be afraid to look like a girl, and don’t be afraid to look dumb. It’s how men really want you to look.

A woman's purpose

As I have continued this blog and delving further with my toy, her and I slowly began to realize how what we do isn't a game. It's not some roleplay to spice up the bedroom life. We wholeheartedly believe women are truly inferior to men. I refuse to apologize or change who I am. I hate feminists and I hate how they act. Men are just better. We have done more, created more, benefited the human race more. It's irrefutable. In our relationship we have decided that my slave's pleasure should no longer be a part of our relationship. We both completely agree that women, and especially her, shouldn't have their pussies touched, rubbed, or fucked unless for cleaning or breeding. We celebrate her being inferior. We both enjoy it and she knows her gender was put here to serve and not to lie and try to make herself more than she is. She is a whore. A toy. Nothing more. And that makes us both very happy to share that I hope more people open their eyes to the truth

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