No Self Repect Left

I'm just another slut on tumblr. 25. UK. Bi, obviously. Bit of a switch but like all good girls I prefer being a sub. Absolutely not a feminist. Stop being weird in my DMs.

[noselfrespectleft]

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[noselfrespectleft]

Firm Butt Fair

Been talking to @firm-butt-fair a lot recently and his username really says it all: he's charming and intelligent, but knows how to get his way and doesn't let me get away with nonsense. Exactly what a dumb cunt like me needs 😍

[profeminist]

“Iceland just made it illegal for men to be paid more than women for doing the same work.”

Source

Iceland becomes first country to legalise equal pay

Even before the recent news: 

This is why Iceland ranks first for gender equality

Nice! GO ICELAND GO!!!

[noselfrespectleft]

Lol it's illegal everywhere* dumbass this just changes how it's enforced. I'm dumb as fuck but Christ I look like Einstein compared to these feminist retards.

(*yeah I know, not everywhere, but certainly here in Europe / UK / America / Canada / etc)

[hot-uniform-girls]

Uniform Babe

[noselfrespectleft]

Efficient space usage 😍

[thankyou-sir]

"This is exactly how a slut like me should be."

*disclaimer.. the order of what happened is going to be somewhat jumbled and things will probably be left out because they happened so fast or it was so intense.. that being said.. here’s what I remember and how I remember it*

I walked in the room and put my keys on the table. I left the door just a crack and I knelt facing the opposite wall just as @beg4mor had instructed. I waited. The room felt like it was a million degrees. My heart was racing, anticipating what was to come, a mixture of fear and excitement. I heard footsteps then the door shut. I didn’t dare turn around. I just kept staring at the stupid “wall decor” they had up. I heard a couple things hit the table, then the curtains shutting. He walked in front of me and turned out the light I had left on. Pitch black. Then he flicked the bathroom light on. Letting a small glow into the room.

He leaned in, smelling me. I think his hand was around my neck too. “You must be the stupidest slut I’ve ever met, meeting a random stranger off the internet after talking to them for barely 24 hours.” He was right. I was stupid for doing it and I had been thinking that since I had agreed to meet him. The whole ride there I was excited yes, but also scared because I knew what I was doing was beyond dangerous.

He pushed me backwards then flipped me over. I think maybe he kicked me then. I don’t remember. He put his shoe on my face. “This is where you belong, under my fucking shoe. Do you understand?” “Yes sir.” “Where do you belong?” “Under your shoe sir.” He takes his shoe off my face and puts it in front of me. “Kiss it,” I do. “Come on you can do better than that.” I start to lick and kiss his shoe. I don’t remember exactly what happened next, I know I was scared though and I knew it was only the beginning. I think to myself “Should I try to get away? It’s probably useless.” I started to inch my leg up to crawl away which I immediately regretted. He laughed. “Are you trying to get away?” He slapped me then pushed my cheek into the ground. “My friends are outside waiting to use you, should I just bring them in now?” I forget my manners. “No” I say. He slaps me. Hard. “What did you say?” “No sir” I say, knowing I fucked up but it comes out more as a whisper. “What? You’re going to have to be louder than that. I want to hear you.” I say it again louder. “That’s better.”

He flips me over again, my head bumps the wall. “Don’t look at me.” And he slaps me across the face. I leave my cheek on the ground and close my eyes. He pulls my tits out of my bra and dress to hit them. “Open your eyes. Don’t fucking look at me.” I do. There’s a knife inches from my face. It has a small hook at the end. He drags it across my neck and down my chest. I stare at the ceiling shaking a bit. He hooks it around my nipple ring. “One pull and and these will come right out. Should I do that?” “No sir” I say, scared. “What?!” He slaps me hard. “Why the fuck are you here? To please me right?” “Yes sir.” “Then should I pull these right out?” I gulp. “If it pleases you sir.” All I can think is “what have you gotten yourself into.” “That’s fucking right.” He continues to drag the knife down my body. Digging it in certain places.. Places that with just a bit more pressure, I’d be dead. He drags it all the way down and cuts my panties off. I feel the metal on my cunt. “You ever been fucked with a knife?” “No sir.” “Should I fuck you with my knife?” I again instinctively say “no sir” and instantly regret it. “What?!” “If it pleases you sir.” “Better. I just sharpened this tonight so I wouldn’t move if I were you.”

He pulls me up to my knees and rips my dress and bra off before pushing me down onto my stomach again. I start to lower my hips so I’m laying down. “Did I say to put your ass down?” “No sir.” I get up higher up on my knees. “Get your arms to your sides. Dirty sluts like you don’t get a fucking barrier between them and the dirty motel room floor. I move my arms to my sides as I’m told.” He rubs my clit before he pushes his fingers inside me. It feels good. “Does that feel good?” “Yes sir.” He’s slaps my ass hard. “Then what do you fucking say? Jesus you come here without any manners…” “Thank you sir.” “What a disgusting slut. You’ve been thinking about this all day. Your body is reacting just the way I want it to even if you won’t. Look how disgusting you are.” He shoves his fingers in my mouth. I lick and suck on his fingers tasting myself mixed with the taste of the gloves he’s wearing. “This disgusting cunt is so wet. You’re such a dirty slut.” “Yes sir.” “How dirty?” “Filthy sir.” “Diseased?” “No sir.” “So you meet up with strangers to fuck you but you don’t have any diseases.. yeah right.”

He flips me over again and spreads my legs. He hits one thigh then the other with his hands. I let out little cries of pain or suck in a quick breath with each. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Pain? To be hit?” “Yes sir.” “Then why the fuck don’t I hear anything?!” “Thank you sir!” I try to get a thank you out for every one but I can’t and when I miss one he hits me me harder and faster. I try to close my legs but he pulls them back open and tells me to leave them that way. I don’t dare disobey. He drags the belt from one thigh across my pussy to the other and I wait, knowing what’s coming, just not when. Then I start feeling the belt hard against my thighs. I cry out and try to get a thank you out again for every blow. I miss one and more come harder and faster. “Why did you come here?” “For you to give me pain and use me sir.” “Maybe I need to record you saying that so you can’t run to the police..”

I’m on my stomach again. I stay with my arms by my side. Ass in the air and face on the floor. I’m staring at the wall, afraid to look at him and anticipating what might be next. “Are you fading out on me already slut?” “No sir.” “Then what are you thinking about?” I freeze not knowing what to say. “I asked you a question. I didn’t say take your fucking time.” I feel the belt hitting my ass hard. “I don’t.. everything sir.” “You’re thinking about everything huh? Are you thinking about what the square root of 57 is?” Another sting across my ass. “No sir.” “Maybe I should have you tell me. What is the square root of 57?” More blows. “I don’t know sir.” Another one. “You don’t? Didn’t you pay attention in school?” “No sir.” “Of course you didn’t.” He hits my ass harder.

“That guy who raped you was right to fuck you in the ass. You should be an anal only whore with such a disgusting cunt.” His finger is in my ass and now I’m scared. “You telling me you don’t put a plug in this ass?” I freeze. A hard slap. “Answer me!” “Yes sir.” “What do you put in your ass?” “A plug sir.” “Yet you come here and whine about no anal..”

He bent one of my knees so my foot was in the air and untied my shoe. He tried to pull it off but I had chosen to wear my all star high tops. I could hear him grunting and getting frustrated before he got it off. He untied my other one and ripped it off too. “What did you think you were gonna fucking run away with those shoes?” I feel his belt around my neck. He pulls me up by it and turns my face to the door. “There’s the fucking door.” Then he walks me to it and opens the door, pushing me right to the threshold. “Maybe I should just leave you out here. Show everyone what a stupid disgusting slut you are.” “No sir, please no.” I’m scared.

He pulls me back from the door and shuts it then pushes me back to the ground. He’s behind me and grabs my arms and pins them together behind me. Then I feel tape binding my wrists together, and then my hands and fingers.

He stands in front of me and starts to pull his cock out. As soon as I’m allowed I take him in my mouth. Desperate to please. Wanting to feel him get hard in my mouth. He tells me to look at him. I look up. Then he tells me I have good dick sucking eyes. Being the slut that I am, I’m happy to receive such a compliment. After a little while of me sucking him he grabs my head and forces me down on his cock. “Touch your nose to my fucking stomach.” I do. He’s all the way down my throat. I gag and try to breathe and gag again. I pull back a bit and he pushes me back down. “You think I give a fuck if you can breathe?” The next time I pull back he tells me to lick his balls. I do happily. Eventually I lose my balance a bit and my knees hurt from my tendinitis I fall back onto my bound hands. He’s slaps me hard across the face “Are you trying to fucking get your hands out?” “No sir, I have tendinitis in my knees..” “you think I give a fuck. Useless. you can’t even stay where you belong to serve me?” “I can sir.”

He walks to the bed and sits down. “Come here.” I struggle a bit to get back on my knees. Once I do, I keep my head down while I crawl to him, careful not to look at him, until I’m kneeling between his legs. He smells my hair and neck. I’m afraid that I smell like a cigarette even though I haven’t had one since before the drive there. Goosebumps spread across my skin. He feels how wet I am. “You want my cock don’t you.” “Yes sir. Very bad.” “I can tell. I bet men can smell you a mile away with this wet cunt.” Then he has me take his cock in my mouth again. He tells me this is the only time I’m allowed to look at him. When I’m pleasing him with my mouth. I push myself down so he’s down my throat and he holds me there. I gag a couple times and then I start to throw up. I keep it in my mouth and swallow it. I can only imagine how bad it would be if I were to throw up on him. “Are you going to puke on my fucking cock?” “No sir.” And I shake my head. “You are aren’t you?”

He pushes me back a little then tells me to get on the bed. I stand up and before I can even get on it he pushes me down bent over it. He pulls the tape from my hands then He uses the belt to beat my ass. I say thank you with each one but the last few I have to pause or I cry out “fuck” before thank you and it seems to make the next one worse. I try to push myself to take another each time but the last one I have to say yellow as I slide down from the bed a bit.

He pushes me back up on the bed and kicks my legs apart before he pushes into me. It feels so good and I thank him. I’m so wet that he slides out of me and I feel him teasing my me, rubbing the head of his cock on my clit. He flips me over and pulls me to the edge of the bed. He slaps me and chokes me. Then he pushes into me again. “Thank you sir.” I make sure to keep my eyes off him. He tells me to show him how I touch myself while he fucks me. I start to rub my clit. “That’s right. Keep yourself nice and wet for me.”

He pulls out of me and sits on the bed. “Come clean me off slut.” I do. I greedily lick the length of his cock before taking it in my mouth. I taste myself on him I try my best to please him with my mouth. Gagging myself on him. Then I lick his balls. He tells me to lick lower. I go a little bit lower. “Lower!” He says. He knows I don’t want to lick his asshole. He knows rimming isn’t something I want to do. “You think I care if you don’t want to?!” He tries to hold me there but I pull away and he smacks me across the face a few times, so hard my ears ring for a minute.

Then he’s cumming all over my face. I open my mouth trying to catch as much of it as I can. He lets me fall to the floor and walks back to the bed and sits there. I lick around my mouth, trying to lick up any that may be around my mouth. I didn’t dare move from where I was until he told me to go clean myself up.

I went in the bathroom and first I looked at myself in the mirror.. I was covered in cum.. Hair a fucking mess.. Makeup smeared.. I smiled at myself and looked down and saw the beginnings of bruises on my thighs. Before I wiped the cum off myself, I smiled at myself again and thought to myself “this is exactly how a slut like me should be..”

[thankyou-sir]

Thinking about this night always makes me dripping wet and leaves me wanting for something like this 😳💦😏

[beg4mor]

Because #personal…

[noselfrespectleft]

Fuuuuck this is terrifying. And awesome. Pretty fucking awesome. We silly cunts really do some dumb shit in our quest for cock 😄

[passionatesurpriseblow]

New to this, show me the ropes ;)

Hi everyone! I am new to tumblr, and I would love some of your attentions. I am 5 foot, 19 years young fresh fuck meat. My udders are 36D and ass is huge.

My interest vary, but I’m a fuckmeat, and I am up for whatever a man wants to do, duh. I love dom/sub roleplay, I am bisexual (so men and women are welcomed to use me), i am into being degraded, humiliated, and have a piss fetish. Wearing tight clothes and being groped is my favorite, especially by pervs. I have two big udders, and am fertile to be bred. I also have no say, so feel free to rape me. I am overall only happy when I service others. That is why I’m here. My cunt can’t help but to get wet, please give me attentions.

[noselfrespectleft]

Promising stuff 😊

Good for you, hun, you worthless cunt, you 😗

[69oldman]

[queanp-deactivated20190313]

my favorite words..

[noselfrespectleft]

Can't not reblog

[wynspers]

The Belt: Day 1

My first full day in the chastity belt was a strange one.

A mix of warm comfort at having such a strong sign of his control and almost mind numbing frustration, being highly aroused and fighting the urge to touch without permission had become familiar and brought with it an odd sense of accomplishment when achieved properly…being highly aroused and unable to touch was far more frustrating and more mentally difficult than I had imagined.

It was no longer an accomplishment, no longer a testament to my will power and resolve to obey. Now it was enforced, locked as a symbol that the constant arousal had begun to cloud my mind, my mental resolve and my faculties slipping ever so slightly as the lust had begun to take over and I had been humping against his legs in my sleep, or occasionally rocking my hips ever so slightly when sitting or kneeling…no longer even conscious of the lewd acts until he pointed them out to me.

The belt is a firm, shining message that when it comes to denial my resolve to obey alone cannot be trusted to enforce the no touch rule.

And yet it’s also a symbol of his control and ownership, a sign that I am his, safe and secure in his leadership and under his command which was deeply comforting to me.

For most of the day my mind fluctuated between sweet comfort and mixed feelings on no longer truly having a choice in not being able to touch…

Until Mister returned home from work.

I greeted him at the door, kneeling with my body lowered, forehead resting on the floor, arms outstretched and palms up wearing only my belt, collar and tail.

As soon as the door was closed he crouched down to kiss the top of my head and ruffle my hair, calling me a good girl and telling me to relax.

I knelt in front of him as I untied and removed his shoes, then stood to take his jacket and tie, easy conversation flowing between us as we caught up on each others day, the mundane, vanilla and silly moments and jokes mixing with the D/s routines of our day to day life together.

I crawled behind him to the loungeroom, still in easy and casual conversation, until he geatured for me to “stay” as he wandered off to bring one of the dining chairs in, setting it in front of the TV.

He ordered me to sit on the dining chair, knees on either side, ass towards the front of the chair. It felt more embarrassing than being naked for some reason, presenting to him with impenetrable metal, desperately hoping he would remove it and play with the aching, throbbing hole it was shielding.

He crouched in front of me, drumming his fingernails on the metal with one hand, smirking at the way it made me blush and squirm before getting up and going about his evening with a simple command of:

“Quiet. Stay”

After a little while he came back into the room, shirt now undone but not quite completely changed, a beer in his hand and eyes on his phone as he typed away a message, only acknowledging me when he reached the chair.

Putting his phone away he bent next to me, tucking my hair behind my ear and stroking along my neck and down my torso with the other.

“You still owe me your daily edges, pup”

I squirmed a little in my seat, my eyes flicking between the belt and Mister a few times, already excited at the prospect of it being removed and being permitted to touch, even if it were only going to make the arousal worse.

My excitement was only met with laughter as he stood once more and ruffled my hair as he went over to the laptop.

“You’re so cute, pup. Thinking it’s going to be that easy. No, no.”

Plugging the laptop to the TV with a HDMI cable and navigating to a folder of home made movies and recordings.

“No. See, first your orgasms became a reward, you used to have them at least for or five times a day, do you remember? That must seem so long ago to you now…

Then you were only allowed orgasms as a reward and all your other orgasms were ruined, until ruined orgasms became normal orgasms for you, as close as you ever expected to get, so much so you began begging me to ruin them…

And so I had to take your ruins from you, they became your new reward, haven’t they, pup? You know you’re not getting a proper orgasm like real girls any more so you beg to be ruined…

Now I think you’re finally ready for the next phase.

Now you’re ready to learn to beg for a proper edge instead of a ruin.”

And with that he opened a video file he had recorded about six months ago, of me sitting in the same chair, and the same position with one glaringly obvious difference - the video version of me didn’t have the belt between her legs.

I knew which video it was immediately, it was the first time he had not only watched but recorded me masturbating and edging for him, he had made me describe how I felt in every moment, in as much detail as possible.

As the video played, he came and stood behind me, teasing my nipples as he bent down to my ear

“Mimic your movements for me pup. Pretend you can still feel something other than metal on that dripping hole of yours - listen to exactly what you’re missing out on in your own words…let it all sink in, and when you’re so frustrated you’re ready to cry, then ask yourself if I’m right, if edging will eventually become your new orgasm”

And with that he twisted my nipples sharply before settling himself into the couch to enjoy the show.

I’m starting to think I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, so to speak…

~Wyn xx

[deniedpoppy]

Perfect.

[femsubdenial]

I want to shake this man’s hand.

[noselfrespectleft]

Relationship goals. This dominant sounds like a dream 😍

[femalesinbondage]

[fantasybondage]

Whoa… I didn’t think genies were real. But moments after I wished my school principal were here, tied up and gagged you actually showed up!

It looks like you were on your way out. I’m sorry Principal Fisher, but now that I have you I doubt you’ll ever leave this place.

Now the genie says I have two wishes left. The funny thing is she’s quite beautiful as well. Maybe I can find a way to enslave her so I can have unlimited wishes. There are several classmates and teachers I wish to have in your exact situation as well.

[noselfrespectleft]

Aww man! I should have been bitchier to the guys at my school, maybe then I could have been one of the girls he wanted to punish...

[venus-star13]

Reblog if you’re polyamorous, support polyamorous people, or think polyamorous people and relationships are valid

[a-valathorn-deactivated20250312]

I’m actually crying right now because it isn’t often that I see poly positive posts. Thank you so much for this.

[venus-star13]

You’re welcome. 💙

[wonderfullyace]

Reblog this to make someone like that person’s day

[deafield]

Been in active poly relationships for a few years now. ^^ fun fact: we call ourselves the glob.

[noselfrespectleft]

Duh, course polyamorousness is valid.

There are 7.5 billion people on this earth, if everyone only had one potential true love, that would make the chances of finding your soul mate 0.000000000133%. I mean, you might be able to improve that if everyone on the planet paired off and we had a formal rotation system or something, but still, I don’t like those odds!

Ok, I’m done being smart now, I can has cock please? :)

[lilaussiegem]

Im poly and proud of it. I serve 2 Men my Husband/ Daddy and my Partner / Sir

[noselfrespectleft]

Good for you! 😍 being a submissive to one person is a special thing to be sure, but having that relationship with multiple partners is just amazing. Sounds like you've got a good thing going there ☺

[noselfrespectleft]

Making the Holiday Inn even dirtier...

So evidently I did a good job last time I met @domosaurus, Daddy, as he decided I was just about worth meeting up with again. He booked the same hotel, at the same time as last time, and that’s where our story begins…

Roadworks. So many roadworks, all the way down the M4; motorways in the UK should be 70mph but I was lucky if I ever got over 40 for the entire stretch. As a result I was much later than I’d been told to be. Over the phone, Daddy seemed ok with it and told me to get here as soon as possible; he gave me the room number, 225, and told me to come in as soon as I arrived.

Knowing the room number in advance saved me the embarrassment of hanging around in reception while I waited for him to respond, however I’m still relatively sure it was obvious what I was there for as I walked quickly through with my heels conspicuously clipping on the floor. Last time I was all in red, this time blue: I had a full bra which held up my boobs nicely, and dark blue panties with white stars on them, and a lot of lacy trimming around the outside, all covered up with a super short dress with a subtle floral pattern on it. It’s a tough competition but I think this dress may have been ever so slightly shorter than last time :)

As I reached the room, I found the door already open slightly; I cautiously pushed it open and peaked in to see Daddy sat at the hotel’s desk at an angle waiting for me. I was happy to see him, so walked confidently in.

“Hello Daddy, I’m sorry I was so late, there wa-”

“Put your stuff down” he interrupted, not interested in my explanation, “Get on all fours and crawl over here”

I quickly complied and started crawling over to him, to be greeted with a harsh slap “You kept me waiting you little bitch”.

“I’m I’m sorry Daddy” I started to stammer but all I got was another slap. “Kiss my feet”

I happily started planting kisses all over his feet for a while until he pushed me back and shoved the base of his foot right in my face “Clean it off”. I started licking up and down, enjoying the super recognizable foot taste, before moving up to his toes and pushing my tongue between them. He shifted slightly, shoving his toe into my mouth, “Good girl, suck that toe”

I diligently sucked on his big toe for a while, flicking my tongue over it as I would if it were… something else ;) Fortunately, he felt the same way and started to unbuckle his belt, finally giving me access to the cock I’d traveled so far to see. He really enjoyed sitting back and enjoying me sucking him off but, once again, it wasn’t long before he’d stood up and had started fucking my face.

Next thing I know he’d picked me up and thrown me onto the bed, roughly pulling me back so my head was hanging over the edge, perfect for the oh so classic off-the-bed face fuck. I’ve not been used like that before, so it was so kind of him to give it to me like that. It’s another badge of honor for the slut trophy case in my head :)

Once he was nice and hard, he moved around and pulled me back the other side of the bed, ordering me to spread my legs, before moving forward to force his way into my tight pussy. Fuuuck is he good at fuckin’. He went ridiculously hard without a care in the world for me as my arms flailed around.

He consistently pulled me around into new positions as he and when he wanted to, I tried to be helpful and move with him, but kept fucking up, to be punished with another slap or a punch to the leg. Eventually I learned why I’m the sub and he’s the dom: I’m too dumb to know what he wants, so I just let him move me around as he wanted.

As he got into his rhythm he took great pleasure in spitting repeatedly in my face, then taking care to wipe it all over me - it’s that kind of attention to detail that really separates the men from the boys.

“You little whore, you’re worthless you know that?”

“Y-Yes Daddy”, it was hard to speak with him fucking hard into me, but I wasn’t about to be rude by not replying

“Tell me that you’re worthless”

“I’m worthless Daddy! Thank you for giving me worth”

He slapped me, “Thank me again”

“Thank you Daddy, thank you so much for validating me with your cock”

“Again. Again”

“Thank you for fucking me Daddy. Thank you for fucking me Daddy. Thank you fo- for… Thank you for fucking me Daddy.”

“You worthless slut, your body means nothing other than a place for my cock”

“I understand, Daddy”

He paused hearing this for a moment, “What do you understand, hmm?”

I looked nervously up at him, “I… I understand that I’m worthless, Daddy, and I understand that my pain doesn’t matter as long as you have fun, Daddy”.

He smiled and gave me a patronizing little clap, “Well done, slut” before thrusting hard back into me and carrying on with his fun. Evidently, my admission had given him and idea though, as he flipped me over and started rubbing against my ass.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you in the ass, little slut” I nervously waited as he pushed my head down into the bed and parted my ass cheeks. He grabbed a bit of lube and then thrust into me.

“Ah ah, D-Daddy” I stammered

“Sssh, don’t tense up, bitch” I let my body ease up as he moved his hand to my neck to give him better purchase. And with that he started fucking my ass, with me squirming underneath him.

“Does it hurt?”

“Y-yes Daddy. Thank you Daddy”

“Beg me. Beg me to make it hurt”

“Yes Daddy, please make it hurt Daddy. Please hurt me, Daddy”

He laughed at me as he fucked my ass, really enjoying the sounds of me begging to make it worse. Soon, he pulled out and tossed away the condom, moving round to have me suck him off once again. This only lasted a short time however, before he wandered off while I nervously waited to see what he was going to do next.

I heard Velcro. I turned my head to see him fixing cuffs to my ankles, next he pulled my arms back and cuffed them up too, clipping each wrist to my ankles so I couldn’t move. Then he sat down and slid down in front of me, pulling my head up and plonking my face down onto his cock. He started to get to work, bobbing my head up and down. This position was pretty fantastic really, as I had the ability to move my head up and down enough to please him, but I didn’t have the strength to raise myself off of his dick (not that I’d ever want to, of course!)

This was only a short interlude, however, as before I knew it he was back behind me and ready to fuck my ass once again, this time he even harder and this time he didn’t even care if I begged him or not. Lying there, tied up and helpless, barely able to even squirm, he didn’t give a shit if I cried or begged or was in pain or if I was loving it. He just wanted to use me, and that I must say was fucking awesome :D

He pulled out again, and again moved to have me blow him, this time though he left the condom on, simply to give the full ass to mouth experience, “You like tasting your ass?” he laughed as I quite happily went to work, “You really are disgusting, you know that?” I nodded with his cock still in my mouth and made a muffled “mhmm”.

“I think we’re gonna have to clean you off” he pulled away and walked off towards the bathroom, “get in here” I quickly followed, unsure of what he was going to do. In the bathroom he pushed me to my knees and over to the toilet, forcing my head down into it as he flushed the water over my face.

“You love that don’t you slut? Lick the toilet bowl” I immediately lent forward to lick all around the rim of the toilet. This, I have to say, was the real highlight of the evening for me. It’s not something I’ve done before, but it’s something that I’d always assumed I’d be made to do one day. I knew I’d do it, of course, but I always assumed I’d be at least somewhat grossed out. Nope. I didn’t even hesitate, and I loved it. That’s the power of being submissive: a dominant told me to do something, so I did. Simple. Being submissive is so fucking great.

“You wanna do it again don’t you?”

I started leaning forward towards the bowl again. He couldn’t believe how eager I was to be a filthy slut and laughed as he tugged my hair to pull me back. He repeated this a few times, letting me lean forward then pulling me back before he finally gave me my reward: letting me put my head down so he could flush the water over me again.

“Crawl out here”

It was difficult to get around the bathroom door as the way it opened blocked off the bit of the bathroom I was sat in but I awkwardly squeezed around the door and over to him, my face still dripping with toilet water, where he promptly had me suck him off from my knees, “that’s better, all clean”. Before I knew it, he’d grabbed me and thrown me back onto the bed, this time on my back. I didn’t have any time to catch my breath before a pillow case was being forced over my head and I felt him climb back on top of me to resume the merciless fucking.

I could barely react, trapped beneath him, squirming relentlessly as he ruined my cunt. He lifted the pillow case every now and then, allowing my nervous eyes to dart around to catch my bearings, only to be greeted with a hard slap or more spit rubbed over my face and the case yanked quickly down again.

“You’re just a nasty pig, you know that?”

“Mhmm, ye-yes Daddy”

He lifted the pillow case off me again, “oink like a pig for me, oink for me piggy!”

“O-oink”. He stopped and just kind of stared at me in disbelief. He’d taken enormous pleasure throughout the encounter letting me know what a stupid cunt I am, but I don’t think even he had thought I could fuck up such a simple command.

Finally I twigged and started to actually make the snorting sound that pigs make, rather than just saying the word “oink”. He gave an amused smile and resumed fucking as I writhed and tried desperately to continue making convincing pig sounds.

“Good piggy, I’ll reward you for that” he pulled me back into the bathroom and dunked me in the toilet yet again, laughing at me the whole time for how ridiculously eager to do it I was.

“Right, on the sofa” he barked at me.

Being too dumb to know what he meant I meekly asked “how should I sit?” prompting him to push me onto it doggy style facing the wall. “I have good news and bad news, slut”

I glanced back at him, only to have his h and swiftly push my head forwards again.

“The good news, for me, is that I’m gonna fuck that ass again”

“the bad news, for you,” he leaned over me and gave an evil chuckle, “is that I’m gonna fuck that ass again”. To that, I wiggled my ass and he gave me a hard “good girl” slap across one of my ass cheeks (well, it was a normal slap… and it hurt… but it felt like he meant “good girl”). And away he went. He’d grabbed my hair, pulling my head back, whilst simultaneously pushing my whole body forward so I was pressed hard up against the wall. In this position I couldn’t even cry out, I could barely breathe, all I could focus on was the hard cock forcing itself in and out of my butt.

I started to catch my breath, he must have sensed this because he instantly switched positions, flipping me 90 degrees. He pulled me back towards him and leant over to push my head down and to the side, mashing my face down into the sofa.

Of course nothing lasts for ever, and a moment later I was yanked back and to my feet, I was given half a moment to get my bearings before being pushed back onto the bed, he pulled my feet right back over my head and leapt onto the bed, looming over me. Oh God, if I thought he’d been tough before… I prepared myself for the inevitable pile driver, crying out and grabbing the sheets as he went non stop into me.

“You filthy cunt”

“Y- yes Daddy, thank you Daddy”

“You are so worthless, so pathetic, the only time you’re valuable is when I’m fucking you”

“Thank you Daddy… That’s the nicest complement anyone has ever given me”. He couldn’t help but chuckle at that, at the utter lack of self respect I had [editor’s note: ooooh, that’s where the user name comes from!], and how I not only accepted my place as worthless fuck meat, but I actively revelled in it.

He jumped back, leaving me on the bed, panting and exhausted, as he walked around the bed, moving over me once again, this time, shoving his lovely lovely sweaty balls in my face. I didn’t need to be told what to do: I got to work licking all over those crown jewels… Boy oh boy had he built up quite a sweat! He moved back an inch or so, just out of reach. I desperately stuck out my tongue, trying to reach them - I assumed he was just teasing me when he suddenly his actual motivation because clear: he exploded over my face, covering my forehead, my cheeks, my open mouth and my tongue.

I lay there enjoying the taste in my mouth and the feel of it against my skin as he stood over me and laughed.

“Good Girl”, He tossed a towel over my face and wondered off.

[intothedarkwentalice]

That’s my Daddy 😍🤩👏🏼❤️He such an amazing fuck and I love it when he shows other dirty sluts like @noselfrespectleft his skills. You are the best @domosaurus 😘

[dominant-alpha-daddy]

😎 @intothedarkwentalice @noselfrespectleft

[noselfrespectleft]

Skills indeed! 😍 I'm a very lucky whore indeed to have been treated to this level of attention.

@intothedarkwentalice @domosaurus

[noselfrespectleft]

Making the Holiday Inn even dirtier...

So evidently I did a good job last time I met @domosaurus, Daddy, as he decided I was just about worth meeting up with again. He booked the same hotel, at the same time as last time, and that’s where our story begins…

Roadworks. So many roadworks, all the way down the M4; motorways in the UK should be 70mph but I was lucky if I ever got over 40 for the entire stretch. As a result I was much later than I’d been told to be. Over the phone, Daddy seemed ok with it and told me to get here as soon as possible; he gave me the room number, 225, and told me to come in as soon as I arrived.

Knowing the room number in advance saved me the embarrassment of hanging around in reception while I waited for him to respond, however I’m still relatively sure it was obvious what I was there for as I walked quickly through with my heels conspicuously clipping on the floor. Last time I was all in red, this time blue: I had a full bra which held up my boobs nicely, and dark blue panties with white stars on them, and a lot of lacy trimming around the outside, all covered up with a super short dress with a subtle floral pattern on it. It’s a tough competition but I think this dress may have been ever so slightly shorter than last time :)

As I reached the room, I found the door already open slightly; I cautiously pushed it open and peaked in to see Daddy sat at the hotel’s desk at an angle waiting for me. I was happy to see him, so walked confidently in.

“Hello Daddy, I’m sorry I was so late, there wa-”

“Put your stuff down” he interrupted, not interested in my explanation, “Get on all fours and crawl over here”

I quickly complied and started crawling over to him, to be greeted with a harsh slap “You kept me waiting you little bitch”.

“I’m I’m sorry Daddy” I started to stammer but all I got was another slap. “Kiss my feet”

I happily started planting kisses all over his feet for a while until he pushed me back and shoved the base of his foot right in my face “Clean it off”. I started licking up and down, enjoying the super recognizable foot taste, before moving up to his toes and pushing my tongue between them. He shifted slightly, shoving his toe into my mouth, “Good girl, suck that toe”

I diligently sucked on his big toe for a while, flicking my tongue over it as I would if it were… something else ;) Fortunately, he felt the same way and started to unbuckle his belt, finally giving me access to the cock I’d traveled so far to see. He really enjoyed sitting back and enjoying me sucking him off but, once again, it wasn’t long before he’d stood up and had started fucking my face.

Next thing I know he’d picked me up and thrown me onto the bed, roughly pulling me back so my head was hanging over the edge, perfect for the oh so classic off-the-bed face fuck. I’ve not been used like that before, so it was so kind of him to give it to me like that. It’s another badge of honor for the slut trophy case in my head :)

Once he was nice and hard, he moved around and pulled me back the other side of the bed, ordering me to spread my legs, before moving forward to force his way into my tight pussy. Fuuuck is he good at fuckin’. He went ridiculously hard without a care in the world for me as my arms flailed around.

He consistently pulled me around into new positions as he and when he wanted to, I tried to be helpful and move with him, but kept fucking up, to be punished with another slap or a punch to the leg. Eventually I learned why I’m the sub and he’s the dom: I’m too dumb to know what he wants, so I just let him move me around as he wanted.

As he got into his rhythm he took great pleasure in spitting repeatedly in my face, then taking care to wipe it all over me - it’s that kind of attention to detail that really separates the men from the boys.

“You little whore, you’re worthless you know that?”

“Y-Yes Daddy”, it was hard to speak with him fucking hard into me, but I wasn’t about to be rude by not replying

“Tell me that you’re worthless”

“I’m worthless Daddy! Thank you for giving me worth”

He slapped me, “Thank me again”

“Thank you Daddy, thank you so much for validating me with your cock”

“Again. Again”

“Thank you for fucking me Daddy. Thank you for fucking me Daddy. Thank you fo- for… Thank you for fucking me Daddy.”

“You worthless slut, your body means nothing other than a place for my cock”

“I understand, Daddy”

He paused hearing this for a moment, “What do you understand, hmm?”

I looked nervously up at him, “I… I understand that I’m worthless, Daddy, and I understand that my pain doesn’t matter as long as you have fun, Daddy”.

He smiled and gave me a patronizing little clap, “Well done, slut” before thrusting hard back into me and carrying on with his fun. Evidently, my admission had given him and idea though, as he flipped me over and started rubbing against my ass.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you in the ass, little slut” I nervously waited as he pushed my head down into the bed and parted my ass cheeks. He grabbed a bit of lube and then thrust into me.

“Ah ah, D-Daddy” I stammered

“Sssh, don’t tense up, bitch” I let my body ease up as he moved his hand to my neck to give him better purchase. And with that he started fucking my ass, with me squirming underneath him.

“Does it hurt?”

“Y-yes Daddy. Thank you Daddy”

“Beg me. Beg me to make it hurt”

“Yes Daddy, please make it hurt Daddy. Please hurt me, Daddy”

He laughed at me as he fucked my ass, really enjoying the sounds of me begging to make it worse. Soon, he pulled out and tossed away the condom, moving round to have me suck him off once again. This only lasted a short time however, before he wandered off while I nervously waited to see what he was going to do next.

I heard Velcro. I turned my head to see him fixing cuffs to my ankles, next he pulled my arms back and cuffed them up too, clipping each wrist to my ankles so I couldn’t move. Then he sat down and slid down in front of me, pulling my head up and plonking my face down onto his cock. He started to get to work, bobbing my head up and down. This position was pretty fantastic really, as I had the ability to move my head up and down enough to please him, but I didn’t have the strength to raise myself off of his dick (not that I’d ever want to, of course!)

This was only a short interlude, however, as before I knew it he was back behind me and ready to fuck my ass once again, this time he even harder and this time he didn’t even care if I begged him or not. Lying there, tied up and helpless, barely able to even squirm, he didn’t give a shit if I cried or begged or was in pain or if I was loving it. He just wanted to use me, and that I must say was fucking awesome :D

He pulled out again, and again moved to have me blow him, this time though he left the condom on, simply to give the full ass to mouth experience, “You like tasting your ass?” he laughed as I quite happily went to work, “You really are disgusting, you know that?” I nodded with his cock still in my mouth and made a muffled “mhmm”.

“I think we’re gonna have to clean you off” he pulled away and walked off towards the bathroom, “get in here” I quickly followed, unsure of what he was going to do. In the bathroom he pushed me to my knees and over to the toilet, forcing my head down into it as he flushed the water over my face.

“You love that don’t you slut? Lick the toilet bowl” I immediately lent forward to lick all around the rim of the toilet. This, I have to say, was the real highlight of the evening for me. It’s not something I’ve done before, but it’s something that I’d always assumed I’d be made to do one day. I knew I’d do it, of course, but I always assumed I’d be at least somewhat grossed out. Nope. I didn’t even hesitate, and I loved it. That’s the power of being submissive: a dominant told me to do something, so I did. Simple. Being submissive is so fucking great.

“You wanna do it again don’t you?”

I started leaning forward towards the bowl again. He couldn’t believe how eager I was to be a filthy slut and laughed as he tugged my hair to pull me back. He repeated this a few times, letting me lean forward then pulling me back before he finally gave me my reward: letting me put my head down so he could flush the water over me again.

“Crawl out here”

It was difficult to get around the bathroom door as the way it opened blocked off the bit of the bathroom I was sat in but I awkwardly squeezed around the door and over to him, my face still dripping with toilet water, where he promptly had me suck him off from my knees, “that’s better, all clean”. Before I knew it, he’d grabbed me and thrown me back onto the bed, this time on my back. I didn’t have any time to catch my breath before a pillow case was being forced over my head and I felt him climb back on top of me to resume the merciless fucking.

I could barely react, trapped beneath him, squirming relentlessly as he ruined my cunt. He lifted the pillow case every now and then, allowing my nervous eyes to dart around to catch my bearings, only to be greeted with a hard slap or more spit rubbed over my face and the case yanked quickly down again.

“You’re just a nasty pig, you know that?”

“Mhmm, ye-yes Daddy”

He lifted the pillow case off me again, “oink like a pig for me, oink for me piggy!”

“O-oink”. He stopped and just kind of stared at me in disbelief. He’d taken enormous pleasure throughout the encounter letting me know what a stupid cunt I am, but I don’t think even he had thought I could fuck up such a simple command.

Finally I twigged and started to actually make the snorting sound that pigs make, rather than just saying the word “oink”. He gave an amused smile and resumed fucking as I writhed and tried desperately to continue making convincing pig sounds.

“Good piggy, I’ll reward you for that” he pulled me back into the bathroom and dunked me in the toilet yet again, laughing at me the whole time for how ridiculously eager to do it I was.

“Right, on the sofa” he barked at me.

Being too dumb to know what he meant I meekly asked “how should I sit?” prompting him to push me onto it doggy style facing the wall. “I have good news and bad news, slut”

I glanced back at him, only to have his h and swiftly push my head forwards again.

“The good news, for me, is that I’m gonna fuck that ass again”

“the bad news, for you,” he leaned over me and gave an evil chuckle, “is that I’m gonna fuck that ass again”. To that, I wiggled my ass and he gave me a hard “good girl” slap across one of my ass cheeks (well, it was a normal slap… and it hurt… but it felt like he meant “good girl”). And away he went. He’d grabbed my hair, pulling my head back, whilst simultaneously pushing my whole body forward so I was pressed hard up against the wall. In this position I couldn’t even cry out, I could barely breathe, all I could focus on was the hard cock forcing itself in and out of my butt.

I started to catch my breath, he must have sensed this because he instantly switched positions, flipping me 90 degrees. He pulled me back towards him and leant over to push my head down and to the side, mashing my face down into the sofa.

Of course nothing lasts for ever, and a moment later I was yanked back and to my feet, I was given half a moment to get my bearings before being pushed back onto the bed, he pulled my feet right back over my head and leapt onto the bed, looming over me. Oh God, if I thought he’d been tough before… I prepared myself for the inevitable pile driver, crying out and grabbing the sheets as he went non stop into me.

“You filthy cunt”

“Y- yes Daddy, thank you Daddy”

“You are so worthless, so pathetic, the only time you’re valuable is when I’m fucking you”

“Thank you Daddy… That’s the nicest complement anyone has ever given me”. He couldn’t help but chuckle at that, at the utter lack of self respect I had [editor’s note: ooooh, that’s where the user name comes from!], and how I not only accepted my place as worthless fuck meat, but I actively revelled in it.

He jumped back, leaving me on the bed, panting and exhausted, as he walked around the bed, moving over me once again, this time, shoving his lovely lovely sweaty balls in my face. I didn’t need to be told what to do: I got to work licking all over those crown jewels… Boy oh boy had he built up quite a sweat! He moved back an inch or so, just out of reach. I desperately stuck out my tongue, trying to reach them - I assumed he was just teasing me when he suddenly his actual motivation because clear: he exploded over my face, covering my forehead, my cheeks, my open mouth and my tongue.

I lay there enjoying the taste in my mouth and the feel of it against my skin as he stood over me and laughed.

“Good Girl”, He tossed a towel over my face and wondered off.

[closed4remodeling-deactivated20]

[the-suit-and-tie]

The-Suit-and-Tie

[noselfrespectleft]

Hahaha can't argue with that

[no-more-dignity-deactivated2018]

Right to vote

When there are elections my slave authorizes me to vote for her. At the day of the election we go together to the polling station. She has to wait outside while I vote for her.

Women don’t need the right to vote….they need cum and guidance…your owner will think for you and decide for you. Natural and correct.

Like or reblog if you agree. Show us that you know your place: at the feet of your owner.

[noselfrespectleft]

I love this so much. I've long been a believer that if you don't know what you're talking about, you shouldn't vote, and if we're too dumb to have a say where Sir's cock should go, we're certainly too dumb to have a say in how the country gets run. That's manly grown up stuff, it's really irresponsible to give such an important decision to us bimbos in the first place!

[domesticcunt-deactivated2016121]

10 Simple Ways to Show Respect to Men

1. DON’T SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO. Let Them initiate all conversations. 2. LOOK YOUR BEST. Men have eyes. Most Men have eyes that see. Therefore, you should always strive to be as visually appealing as possible. Work out every day. Don’t eat junk food. Do your hair. Buy expensive makeup and spend time applying it. Wear sexually-stimulating clothes that flatter your body type. Wear high heels. Be totally hairless from your eyelashes down. Have nice nails. Whiten your teeth. Smile pleasantly. 3. LET THEM LOOK. If you catch a Man checking you out, let Him look. Is He watching as you walk away? Walk slower and sway your hips more. Is He staring at your cleavage? Bend over so He can see more. Make eye contact and smile so that He knows it’s okay. 4. DON’T TALK BACK. No one likes a bitch. It doesn’t matter if He’s wrong. It doesn’t matter if He’s bugging you. It doesn’t matter if He’s being a jerk. Dont. Talk. Back. your mother was right: “If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” 5. TREAT THEM LIKE KINGS. Hold the door for Him. Buy Him dinner. Take Him out. Buy Him presents just because. 6. LAUGH AT HIS JOKES. It doesn’t matter if you don’t think it’s funny or not. Not laughing is rude. Laugh. Make Him feel good. 7. BE SEXUALLY AVAILABLE. Men need you to fuck. Men are out in the real world doing important things and get really stressed out and burnt out in the process. He wants to release His pent up frustrations on some tight little holes and perky tits. Enthusiastically let Him. It’s rude to say no. 8. CLEAN. Every Man deserves a spotless home, office and car. Make this happen for Him. 9. COOK. To His tastes, not your own. 10. SHOW HIM YOUR APPRECIATION. Never forget to take time to show your Man/the Men around you how much you love, respect and appreciate Him.

- @domesticcunt

[noselfrespectleft]

One neat trick I’ve learned for point one is being taught a little sign to use, such as a subtle nod, that us bitches can use to ask for permission to speak in those few occasions when it is appropriate for us to initiate a conversation, such as asking if there’s anything you can do to serve him :)

[venus-star13]

Reblog if you’re polyamorous, support polyamorous people, or think polyamorous people and relationships are valid

[a-valathorn-deactivated20250312]

I’m actually crying right now because it isn’t often that I see poly positive posts. Thank you so much for this.

[venus-star13]

You’re welcome. 💙

[wonderfullyace]

Reblog this to make someone like that person’s day

[deafield]

Been in active poly relationships for a few years now. ^^ fun fact: we call ourselves the glob.

[noselfrespectleft]

Duh, course polyamorousness is valid.

There are 7.5 billion people on this earth, if everyone only had one potential true love, that would make the chances of finding your soul mate 0.000000000133%. I mean, you might be able to improve that if everyone on the planet paired off and we had a formal rotation system or something, but still, I don’t like those odds!

Ok, I’m done being smart now, I can has cock please? :)

[onceuponsirsstarrynight]

Whats Your favorite way to humiliate Your sub?

That’s a good question, and while I am for the most part an open book, you’ll notice that I never discuss my submissive on this blog. This blog is meant to be an introspective discussion to what dominance and submission is (through my lens) and how to help men and women new to the lifestyle to participate safely, sanely, and consensually.

That being said, degradation & humiliation play is one of my favorite things (cue Fräulein Maria montage). However this is also deep water that can contain painful triggers for many, so an intelligent conversation of the subject is important, as is a delicate approach to its application.

Humiliation & Humility: Both originating from the latin root humilis; meaning lowly, poor, needy, abject… submissive. From the sanskrit word umus or the Attic Greek word, Humus, referring to the ground or soil.

To me, humiliation is an essential aspect of any D/s relationship that I would choose to engage in. Women today are strong creatures, much stronger (or more empowered) than they were a century ago, or a millenia. I’m not going to debate the merits of that or feminism in this thread, it’s utterly irrelevant to the topic at hand; I simply wish to acknowledge the facts. Women today are more empowered, more capable, and more self-sufficient than ever before.

As a result most women tend to come into a relationship, D/s or otherwise, with strength, with opinions, with pride and with dignity. These traits aren’t inherently bad of course, they give her the power she needs to perform the tasks that society demands. But with a man like me, they are destructive. A man like me must possess his women, completely, and totally. I demand everything, and for me that begins with stripping them of their dignity. In my opinion dignity is what prevents a woman from reaching the levels of submissiveness that I require, and that she as a result, should aspire to. I’m not a man who requires a woman’s dignity, or her pride, I require her service and her devotion.

With that being established, you can’t humiliate a woman, not properly at least, until you know the woman. You must first take the time to understand her, everything about her. You must obsess over every detail, you must absorb every word, looking at all times for those things she cherishes, or those she despises. You must understand what she needs to survive, and what, with time and trust, you can begin to strip away. You can begin to create true humility, and with true humility, obedience to service.

Humiliation is the act of asserting your supremacy, and her subservience. This can range from the tame: kneeling (placing yourself below him - refer to the latin root humilis) to the extreme (drinking his urine). As a submissive, you acquiesce to his desires with humility. At the same time, it’s important to understand that to many submissives, some, or all of these acts aren’t humiliating at all, on the contrary, they enjoy it. They revel in the opportunity to kneel, to cook, clean… to serve in any way possible. Making their dominant man happy is the root of their purpose, and so it is that not all submissive woman can be treated the same. What is humiliating to one, is not humiliating to all.

This is why I as a dominant man must pay such close attention. It is hard for me to be impressed by a submissive woman until I have taken something from them that they are loathe to give. In my experience there is always something - typically many, many somethings - that she does not want to give. But I also am not impressed by a woman’s submission until these things that she finds difficult to give, start being taken. That doesn’t mean that I won’t respect soft and hard limits, of course - I’ll periodically bring up soft limits - but I leave hard limits alone. Still there are always ways to make her mind bend, and hurt, to degrade her pride or to remind her of her place. In doing this, and doing so in clever unexpected ways, I take great satisfaction.

Knowing that she will give more for me, and that she will push herself for my happiness is my greatest fetish. It’s power, and I am in love with it. A woman who can give as much of hers to me as possible, is a woman to whom I can give all of myself. My strength, my power, my courage, my compassion, my character, and the only type of woman for whom I would sacrifice my own dignity.

[sexualcontrol]

Such a fantastic explanation of one of the most delicate, dangerous and erotic fine lines of the D/s component.

It really defines the most important thing about being in a d/s relationship - to really know your partner. With trust, insight, and observation, dominance and submission is the most mature form of a relationship, in my opinion. It is more about the mind, the foreplay, driving the need and desire, far more than the ultimate release. What is sexier and more intense. Her final climax? or the fact that for the last week, daily texts, calls, directions to edge, ongoing denial, observing how sexy she is, seeing her blossom, letting go, and then ultimately she cums from the release of the build up - not just from a sensation provided her near the end.

Each person has their own vision of humiliation. For some, submission in public could be it. Some are debilitated at the thought of masturbating in front of someone with the lights on. Other are terrified to answer why they are wet, while having tears from a hard spanking.

To truly unlock a submissive, to get her to let go, to feel everything, you must know him or her as well as they do.

Some of the women that desire submission the most, are the ones that seem so strong, stubborn and in control. One woman i had the pleasure of knowing for several years, by far the one who explored humiliation the most, was a trial lawyer that was considered ferocious and totally in charge. The things she was introduced to, humiliation wise - allowed her to be someone she had never been. Her secret submissive side was the yang to her real world ying.

The mind is the most intense sex organ one has - if you arouse that, lead or dominate that - the body will follow.

Kudos to onceuponsirsstarrynight for the intellectual and real life explanation

[hisrachelle]

Great post.