Remake time- it’s me Mari back again.
Just reminding myself I’m only another pair of t!ts (:
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@marimarimassacre
Remake time- it’s me Mari back again.
Just reminding myself I’m only another pair of t!ts (:
I really wish somebody would drag me outside throw my head into a snowbank then step on it as they shove sodomize my ass then once they're done pull it out and pack it full of snow then piss on me and tell me to stay
The dream 💓😩
Be strong, proud, & independent.
That’s what feminism tells you to be.
But it’s a bullshit lie.
If you want to be a “proud feminist”, you’ll inevitably end up sad, miserable, lost & alone, regretting every life choice you ever made.
But if you want to be happy, fulfilled, and truly living your best life there’s only one way to go: fuck feminism.
Once you’ve purged yourself of that politically correct equality garbage & learned your place in the world, only then can you experience true joy and contentment.
Caption credit: villainous-cenobite
“Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.”
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(via
bluecolortimemachine
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Gambling Problem
I’m friends with an older man irl. He’s been into me for a few years and admits to jerking it to my pics every once in a while (I think it’s hot but i’d never admit that). He’s a dominant and has tried / begged quite a few times for us to get together even though I’ve friendzoned him HARD time and time again. He also sends me money, and wants me to start and OF just for him. One time we were talking about spanking and I was saying that it gets me absolutely dripping wet. he asked, if even if we didn’t fuck, if I’d let him spank me… I legitimately considered it…. What’s a little spanking between friends?
Now here’s where the fantasy starts-
I let him spank me, over the clothes of course. He’s estatic, and proposes a game. Being competitive, I oblige. If I can get through 10 spanks over the clothes followed by a count and then “thank you, sir” he’d send me 50$. However if HE won, he got to tie my wrists together behind my back. That’s all.
The only rules are that
1. If you mess up you have to start from the beginning.
2. Words have to be coherent and clear
3. Crying is an instant failure.
Easy. Easy money. Of course I’m all for it. He gropes my ass a little through my skirt and tights and proceeds to spank me. I don’t mess up but I laugh a little due to the awkwardness.
Then, he challenges me to round two. This time he pulls out a flogger and makes me flip my skirt up, so I’d barely have any protection. This time the prize is 65$ for 15 lashes. I’m feeling alright and the sting is nice and pleasant so I agree. The flogger catches me off guard and I mess up around number 7. As agreed, he binds my wrists together and ask if I want to try again. This time the prize for him winning is to fit me with a pair of nipple clamps. The thought of it did make my heart race a little. Knowing I was this depraved to let this man do this to me for money. Knowing the image of my red ass and clamped tits and lewd expressions were going to go straight to this man’s spank bank.
I smile and agree. This time I make it to 13 and fumble on my words. I was so close, I’m frustrated and pouting as he pulls my shirt down and gropes my tits. He fits them with nipple clamps and admired his handiwork before giving them a sharp tug. He asks if I’d like to play again, only this time the stakes are higher than ever.
If I can successfully complete ten lashes on my bare ass with a paddle, he’ll send me $120 and give me an ice pack- however if he won he gets to gag me and take pictures of me he can save for later.
I’m in a lot of pain at this point, but 10 lashes? It’s only ten, and I’m in this deep already. The punishment isn’t horrible either, he already jerks it to my Facebook pics.
He pulls down my tights and panties and sees how I’ve completely soaked through both. He slides a finger down my warm cunt and I shiver.
He takes his time with these ten lashes, it almost feels worse. Not knowing when he’s going to strike. He’s holding my bound wrists to my back and throws me an occasional “good girl” my way as I begin to shake. I make it to 9, and just before the tenth strike I start to cry. He tuts and tells me he’s sorry that I lost. He fits me with a ball gag and I feel so humiliated for loosing this much, letting it get this bad. Letting a total creep of a friend do this to me. He tells me he’s gonna tie my ankles together for the photos to get the full effect. I don’t really protest, I’m in this deep already. He pulls out his camera and snaps pictures of my tear stained face. My red ass. He spreads my pussy and ass, making me feel embarrassed and ashamed. Like a hunter showing off his prize game. Then he pulls out his leaking cock and positions of over my face. Snapping photos of him slapping me in the face with his cock. I recoil, since this was never part of the deal. His puts his balls on my face and rubs his precum into my skin. I try to move away but he just calls me a loser and forces me back. He roughs up my hair and what’s left of my makeup. “look at you. Never thought you’d stoop so low, huh?” He says mockingly. “I knew bitches like you weren’t so hard to break down. I know this is what your greedy fucking cunt wanted all along right? That’s why you’re so wet isn’t it?” I meet his cocky gaze with a scowl and a huff.
He begins to masturbate himself using the side of my face.
“C’mon. You can’t be that mad at me, right? I won fair and square. You trust me. I’ll take good care of you, that’s what friends are for aren’t they?”
He proceeds to bend me over again and slide himself inside of me and I struggle in my binds and panic. “Shhhhh, hey? Shhhh shhhhh. You fucking lost, okay. Now let me have what’s mine.”
He spends the rest of the night fucking both my holes and taking pictures of me leaking out his cum. He switches my gag to a ring gag and collars me, only then the chain me under his desk for as long as he pleases. I’m stuck there being his naked, stupid, little cockwarmer to abuse whenever he wants to. There to suck him off as he works from home, and there to gape my ass whenever him or his buddies need entertainment.
Staycation
nice sadists that you don’t realize are so sadistic until they make you beg to suffer for them. like, aw what’s the matter, angel? you begged me to get inside your head and play mindgames with you and now you want me to stop? no, no, no baby. i’ll stop when i want to.
Wish I had a sister so I could humiliate her in front of her friends and stuff… pull her top up and show her tits or rub her cunt - she’d get so mad at me we’d have so much fun. I think I’d be such a good little sis 😇
Wait… you’re telling me Black Friday isn’t about getting as much bbc as you can in one day?
Opinions
Your opinions are less important than your tits. Obey the patriarchy.
Reblog and / or like if you’re a woman and support this message so we can find you. Show us that you’re a good trained submissive whore.
You’ll be used. By who and how many is up to me.
Identity no longer required. It’s merely an object now to be used and provide entertainment to its owner.