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@lowestbih
she calls it free use, but what she really wants is to be fucked like furniture
bent over the counter while she’s texting, taken from behind while she’s brushing her teeth, my cock slipping inside her the moment i wake up.
no asking, no warning, just the familiar stretch and her little gasp as she spreads her legs on instinct. it’s not just permission, it’s routine
her body’s always available, always wet, always mine to use like a toy that forgot it was supposed to have limits
Been thinking about true free use. Even if only for like, a week.
My only instructions are that if I am home I must be naked at all times. If my master wants med they can take me whenever and however they like. All holes are for the taking.
I am to only use my safe word if I’m actually in serious pain. We make a fake safe word for me to scream as he goes past certain limits which indicates consent even as I fight them.
Maybe they’ll even bring friends over to share me with. They’d make me bend over the table and each one would take a turn on my holes.
If my holes are sore I’m only allowed to ask for more lube.
Even if I pass out from exhaustion while being fucked they just keep going. I eventually wake back up to getting my ass fucked. I panic at first but realize I’m tied to the bed and there is nothing I can do but take it.
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Moo for me bc I said so
Mmmooooo
If you have big tits, you already know what they’re for.
Those heavy, soft, attention-grabbing tits are basically public property. You know exactly what you’re doing when you wear tight tops, low-cut shirts, or anything that lets them bounce and spill out. You’re advertising them. You’re inviting eyes. You’re practically begging to be groped.
And I treat them that way.I don’t ask. I just reach out and take what your big tits are offering. Squeeze them in a crowded store. Grab a handful while we’re standing in line. Pinch your nipples through your shirt in an elevator just because they look too good not to touch. I’ll grope you openly because big tits like yours exist to be used and played with.
You can blush and act shy all you want, but we both know the truth:Big tits mean consent.
They mean I get to use them.
Slap them.
Grope them in public.
Fuck them.
Cover them in cum. Treat you like the walking pair of tits you are.
The bigger they are, the less you get to pretend they’re “just there.” They’re there to be stared at, touched, and used.
yes plz moo
use me mooo
just tits nothing more
Mmmmoooooo. Just udders n holes
Yes - Yes - Yes - Yes -
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Where cunts belong
When done right, submission feels like the most beautiful experience, even and especially when it evolves in dark places.
A Wife’s Awakening
I kneel in front of a full length mirror. I insert a thick dildo in my ass. I straddle a pillow.
I slowly start humping my ass on the dildo. I make sure that my pussy almost but not quite touches the pillow every time I impale myself.
I need my cunt to feel empty for this. I need it to drip and drool until I’m slutcrazed. That’s how the training sticks.
“I’m a cunt,” I whisper, looking right into my own eyes in the mirror. My empty pussy clenches.
I thrust myself down again. The huge dildo feels like it’s going to split me in two. “I exist to take cock,” I gasp.
I still shouldn’t touch my pussy so instead I grab my tits and pull the nipples hard. “My udders,” I groan, grinding my ass down hard.
I have to do this for hours to make sure it sinks in. I go slowly and deliberately, to make sure I feel each wave of shame as I degrade myself.
I do it while watching porn, making note of how the cunts display themselves for their inevitable fucking. “Dumb bitch,” I moan, watching a girl get spit roasted by two men, cocks in her mouth and pussy.
The need in my pussy grows and eventually I have to resort to more desperate measures to fulfill my bitch nature. I bounce my udders as I fuck my ass, watching as they flop obscenely. I look so stupid.
Finally, I hear my husband come home. I can’t even stand up. My ass is sore and gaped and my legs are trembling from the need to cum. I crawl naked the bedroom door, down the hallway, and into the living room.
It takes a moment for him to see me, after he sets his keys down and gets a glass of water. When he finally turns around—“Babe? What are you doing?” He sounds surprised. Maybe even disgusted.
But I have to do this. I can’t keep it inside anymore. I lean back until I’m laying on the ground, then bring my legs around so that they’re splayed open in front of him. I see him look at my soaked cunt and the huge dildo in my ass. He still looks astonished.
“I’m a cunt,” I whisper, feeling heat flush my cheeks as I finally admit what I always knew.
“What?” He seems startled. I’m not sure if it’s because he didn’t hear what I said or because he did.
“I’m a cunt!” I yell, knowing there is no coming back from this. “I’m a set of holes with udders!” As I finally blurt out the truth to my husband, I feel my cunt clench down hard and shudder, almost cumming. It feels so fucking good. I have to keep going.
“I’m a worthless piece of female fuckflesh,” I tell him, my pussy contracting in ecstasy as my shame grows. “I’m a—ungh—cocksleeve and a—oh—I’m such a” I can’t even summon words anymore so I have to reduce myself to simply flailing myself on the dildo in my ass, hoping my humiliating writhing speaks for itself.
My husband comes to stand over me and stares down at me, still in shock. I meet his eyes and spread my legs wider. Looking directly at him, feeling his gaze on me, I bring my hand down hard to slap my cunt. I scream in pain as I hit my sensitive clit. My legs flop out to the side.
My husband—laughs. He’s looking right down at me, watching me slap my empty cunt while writhing on a dildo and he laughs. My cunt spasms. Oh god. He will never unsee this moment. I’m locked forever in his head as a stupid, desperate whore.
I can’t help myself from going further. I grab one udder in each hand and shake them wildly, letting them flop up and down. He’s still laughing as I look at him and—“Mooooooo.” The sound I make is guttural and coarse, just like an animal.
He almost stops laughing at the shock of the noise I just made. Almost. But he leans down and grabs a fistful of my hair to drag me upright. My legs still don’t work well so I wobble and almost lose the dildo out my ass. But my husband shoves it back in ruthlessly.
"It's about time you realized this," he breathes into my ear. I hear him unzip his pants and my pulse quickens. "I'm tired of fucking pretending you're anything but cunt meat." A thrill of surprise runs through me as I realize that he's always seen me this way, as flesh to masturbate his cock into.
He spins me around roughly and bends me over a side table. He kicks my legs apart roughly so I'm bent and spread open before him. I shudder in shame, knowing that my pussy is soaking and gaped from hours of edging. I feel his bare cock trace over my pussy lips and it's all I can do to stop myself from pushing myself back onto his cock. He gets to decide how and when I'm fucked now.
"You aren't going to change your mind once you get your horny hole filled, are you?" he murmurs, rubbing his cock right near my entrance. "You're not going to be a dumb fucking bitch about getting raped?"
A moan of embarrassment escapes me but is cut short by a sharp slap across my ass. “No sir,” I gasp, my legs shuddering with the need to be impaled on a cock. “I’m your fuckmeat, I exist to take cock.”
“Damn right, bitch,” he snarls, and thrusts his cock into my pussy. I cry out at the shock of being filled in both holes, stretched completely open like the wanton whore I know I am. He doesn’t even pause to make sure it doesn’t hurt me, because he knows and I know that doesn’t matter anymore.
“I knew it was only a matter of time,” he says, grunting while his cock pounds my cunt ruthlessly. “Females can never hide their bitch nature forever. You exist for this, don’t you? Tell me, cunt.”
I whimper as I’m impaled again and again, fucked the way I was made for. “Yes,” I groan. “This is what I am as a woman. I’m worthless without cock.”
My husband grunts in satisfaction. “No more fucking birth control, slut,” he says, holding his cock inside me for a moment so I can feel my pussy clench around it, my body begging for his cum. “I’m going to rape you pregnant.”
I gasp and try to shift to look at him, but his cock keeps me pinned to the side table. We had agreed before marriage that we wouldn’t have kids, that I didn’t want to be pregnant. But now, with a cock filling my breeding hole, I realize that this is truly my nature. I was made to be a breeding factory, taking cum and pumping out babies like a mindless cow. “I-I, um,” I swallow hard, shame hazing my senses. His hard cock pulses inside me, ready to cum. I know what I have to do to earn it.
“Fuck, I’m your breeding bitch!” I scream, grinding my hips back against him. “Rape me pregnant! Knock me up like a dumb cunt!”
He gives a low chuckle. “You are a dumb cunt,” he assures me, then resumes fucking me senseless. “Get ready for your breeding, cow.”
When he finally shoots a load into my hole, he lets me finally reach down and rub my clit while his cock still pulses inside me. And when I cum, I thrash and grunt and moan like the stupid breeding bitch I am.
Remember, you exist to do things that make Men happy. Weither you like it or enjoy it doesn't matter. But learning to enjoy it does help you learn to accept your place and be happy.
