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20 || Good girl in training || 18+ mdni

[squishyfufu]

My introduction!

<3 Nonbinary asexual lesbian (?) They/them She/her

Kinks: Dykebreaking, detrans, acebreaking, breeding, edging, denial, overstimulation, cnc, humiliation, degradation, praise, forced impreg, fantasy (monsters, knotting, oviposition, whatever), somno, corruption, free use, patriarchy, brainwashing, etc.

Please have age in bio before interacting! Everything on this blog is in kink only, so feel free to block if you need to.

I don't usually send pics, so if you message me with that as a goal, expect to be disappointed. I'm fine with being degraded/mocked for anything except setting a boundary about something I won't do.

[lezhuntrrrrrrr]

lesbian thats utterly embarrassingly soaked around the dick it’s cockwarming so much so that each little movement she can’t help herself from making lets her hear just how much her dyke pussy loves to be full

[squishyfufu]

Just thinking about kidnapping you and bringing you to a random motel, raping your nonstop until you learn to love it, using your tight holes and breeding you, making you worse and seeing just how deprived you really are, making your most taboos fantasy into reality and not letting you cum and seeing how much you beg for more satisfaction

Thank you sir <3 Something about being kidnapped and raped but not allowed to cum, just subject to more and more pleasure and desperation until the constant arousal breaks my mind and I can't help but beg... Makes my pussy throb...

[cumsocket2]

Bitch School

You’re the first female in your family to graduate from an academic institution. Of course, it’s not a boy school, so you didn’t learn science or math. You learned what most women know innately, but don’t have the right words to express it. Females lack the intelligence to describe their experience.

Which is why your graduation speech was written for you by a man, the Dean of the school cheekily but accurately known as Bitch University. As top in your class, the graduation speech falls on you.

You see your family in the audience when you approach the podium. Your mother sandwiched between your father in brother. Both men are wearing suits, while your mother is in tights and a waist corset. It doesn’t cover her chest, so her tits are bare, just like yours. Just like every female in the audience.

You take your place behind the podium. It momentarily hides your scandalous graduation outfit—six inch heels, fishnet stockings, and a waist-trimming corset that pushes your naked tits out. It’s good to leave the details for the audience’s imagination. For now.

You clear your throat and begin reading your cards. “Men and bitches,” you proclaim. “Thank you for attending as we celebrate the passing of females into adulthood. This time is especially important in a woman’s life and we are honored to have you join us.”

You glance back at the Dean, standing behind the stage side curtains, and he smiles encouragingly. “My time at university taught me many things,” you continue, your voice loud and clear. “I learned the difference between men and females, and why I as a woman am destined to serve and obey.” Lots of clapping from the audience now. You swallow nervously, knowing what is coming.

“I learned that female bodies are evolutionary supplements to enable reproduction.” You stumble over some of the bigger words, in part because your nerves make your body shake. “Our wombs provide the means to create life, if we are able to earn a man’s desire.” Harder clapping now.

You step out from behind the podium so the audience can finally see the whole of your shame. Your fishnets are thigh high and your corset peaks dramatically near your navel, but you’re otherwise bare. You watch the men in the audience evaluate your naked womanhood and something twinges deep inside you.

You raise your voice to be heard over the clapping. “I, a female, speak on behalf of the class when I tell you that we are ready to enter society as cunts.” With the last word, your hand comes down hard to slap the flesh between your legs.

The audience oohs appreciatively. You see your brother pointing at you with one hand, his other on your mother’s tit, while he smirks and mutters something to your father. Your pussy twitches at your exposure, but you’ve learned that shame and public humiliation are the daily life of a woman.

Your voice trembles just a little as you continue. “As head of my class, I have the honor to be welcomed to womanhood by the Dean himself!” You throw an arm out dramatically just as the man himself strides from the side stage. “Men and cunts, please enjoy my bitching!”

The audience erupts in applause as the Dean waves to them and then strides purposefully toward you. Even while your body stiffens in anxiety, you turn to face him, spreading your legs to ensure your cunt is well exposed. You arch your back so your tits pop out further. This is one of many bitch poses you learned to entice men to use your body.

The Dean stops before you, then lifts one hand up to land on a tit. He grins to the audience. “It’s my pleasure to welcome the graduating class by breaking in our best student,” he announces. His eyes meet your father’s as if to reassure him that you’ll still be good sloppy seconds.

Then his attention is back on you. “Breeding position 4, darling. Face the audience.” You obey, your training now instinctual. You sink to your knees, lean forward on your elbows, and prop your cunt in the air. The audience hushes as if holding a collective breath.

The Dean circles around behind you and you hear the zipper on his pants. “This is what we train our students for,” he explains, then thrusts his cock in your breeding hole. Your eyes instinctively roll back in your head and you hear a few chuckles. A woman’s bitching face looks ridiculous.

The Dean starts fucking you methodically. “As I’m sure some of you will soon attest”—you can imagine him winking at your father—“the slut’s cocksleeve is tight and well-lubricated. Maximized for a man’s enjoyment.” You let your tongue loll out to emphasize his superiority as the fucker and your inferiority as the fucked.

“Now, bitch,” the Dean addresses you. “Tell our guests about your education while I seed your wet cunt.”

The sensation between your legs makes you dumb and hazy—bitch brain, your professors called it. You try your best anyways, while the Dean continues using your cumsleeve.

“I’m a bitch,” you announce loudly, your voice shaking a bit from the hard fucking. “Females are biologically designed to drain cock, like I’m doing now.” You see several people peering intently at the connection between the Dean’s cock and your wet hole.

“My classmates and I learned”—you gasp as the Dean smacks your ass hard—“to keep our cunts soaked and available for men’s use.” Your brother leans forward and stares at you intently, still absently milking your mother’s tit.

“I’m about to drain semen into my vagina,” you state, returning your brother’s gaze. “This is what it means to be a woman.” Your cunt clenches hard in shame at the smirk that passes over your brother’s face.

The clenching apparently worked for the Dean, as he starts fucking you harder. “The bitch is squeezing my cock to this,” he announces to more audience chuckles. “She’s been trained to cum when a man breeds her. Watch this.”

He cums inside you with a loud groan. Sure enough, your trained body kicks into overdrive and then you’re cumming on his cock, on stage, in front of everyone you know. You squeal loudly to make sure every man in the area knows your cunt is spasming on a pulsing cock.

“The bitch came!” the Dean proclaims, his cock still twitching inside you. The audience claps loudly. Your father and brother clap the loudest. You know what will happen to you right after the ceremony is over. Your pussy twitches again. Cum runs down your thighs, not the last time it will today.

[name-not-found18939161-deactiva]

I need a close cis male friend of mine to rape me. I need him to come over to watch a movie with me, and when I'm in my bedroom plugging my phone in because it's about to die, he comes up behind me and throws me down onto my bed. I'm shocked but not scared at first, not until he climbs on top of me and shoves his hands up my shirt, groping my breasts as he forces his mouth against mine.

I struggle against him because I don't do this sort of this without discussion first. But I can't deny the way the blood rushes to my pussy as soon as his hands are on me. I try to pull away from him and he gets aggressive. He flips me over onto my stomach and yanks my pants down. Panic sets in as I realize what he's about to do to me.

I start trying to push myself up from the bed and I beg him to stop, but he's so much bigger and stronger than me. He puts one hands on the center of my back and pins me to the bed, the other hand dipping into my pussy and gently brushing my clit. The stimulation makes my hips jump and I sob from shame and fear. I can feel my pussy starting to gush. There's no reason I should be so turned on by this.

He rubs my clit as I beg and plead for him to stop, please stop, I won't tell anyone, we don't need to do this, we can forget it happened and go back to the movie. He ignores me and pulls his cock out, rubbing the head against my pussy, teasing my fluttering hole. Tears stream down my face. I continue to try to get up and push him off of me, but he's just too heavy and strong.

He slowly pushes his cock into my pussy and groans. My pussy pulses at his low voice, dripping more slick as he spears me open. As soon as he's all the way inside, he gets really violent. Fucking me ruthlessly as I scream and beg and cry for him to stop, please stop, slow down, it hurts. He slaps my ass hard and forces my face down into the bed, pulling my hair, ass up. He rapes my pussy and the stretch feels like fire because he gave my pussy no time to accommodate him.

He starts dirty talking me, telling me how he knows I'm a filthy whore who begs to be raped by men online. He's seen my blog. My face heats up in embarrassment and shame as I realize what's happening is my fault. He's just giving me what I begged for.

I start struggling again as my clit twitches and my hole clenches, pleasure building in my pussy. I don't want to cum. I don't want to cum from being raped and molested and violated like I'm some kind of desperate whore. He sneers at me and degrades me for being a filthy slut who's enjoying rapist cock.

He stops holding me down and reaches around to grope one of my tits. He tells me how he knows I'm a stupid bitch who loves my tits played with because I post about it like a slut so often. When he pinches and pulls on my nipple, I cum hard and sob. He gets excited by this and rapes me even harder, spurned on by my obvious enjoyment, and moves his hand from my tits to rub my clit. My pussy feels so good against my will that I start going stupid. I don't want to enjoy it. I don't want to like it. But my pussy is so wet and I cry as I realize I do like it. He feels so good inside of me. I want to cum again.

He starts telling me to just give in, just give in and relax and take his cock like a good little rapetoy. "You're doing so well, your pussy's so wet and tight. So good around my cock. Just let me rape you. Let me drain my balls into your cunt. You know you want it. You beg for it. Just let it happen."

I finally give in and stop struggling and crying, letting myself whimper and moan. As he keeps rubbing my pussy and raping his cock deep into me, I get so cock drunk and stupid that I start moaning loudly and begging for him to keep going. I beg him to keep raping me. He laughs at me cruelly and tells me he's going to breed me. Through the moans I tell him no, I'm not on birth control. He says I'm a stupid cunt and that's the point. He's going to get me pregnant. I keep trying to tell him no but there's no conviction in my voice. I'm slamming my pussy onto his cock as he thrusts in and out, and it's obvious that my words mean nothing. My body is betraying me.

I cum again, squeezing around his cock. It pushes him over the edge and he grunts and moans as he drains his balls deep into my fertile cunt, right against my cervix. He tells me how he's cumming and filling me up and breeding me, and I can't hide the moan it pulls from me. He calls me his stupid cumdump, his breeding bitch. Tells me that being a hole to rape and breed is all I'm good for. He makes me repeat it. I repeat it until I know it's true.

When he pulls out, he doesn't clean me up. He slaps my pussy and ass and calls me a slutty little rapedoll. He degrades me for cumming on rapecock twice. It makes my pussy gush.

If I finger myself in the shower to the thought of carrying his rape baby after he leaves, that's my problem

[squishyfufu]

Back cuz I'm ovulating...

Anyways, thinking about how good it would feel to have my pussy fucked with a huge raw cock but not be allowed to cum myself. Just my desperate cunt squeezing and throbbing around some man as he thrusts in and out, until he fills me as deep as possible with his warm cum, groaning in pleasure. But that's it. Once he's done with me, he pulls out and leaves me horny and dripping, desperate for the next cock. Never satisfied.

Bonus points if I'm put in a chastity belt between fucks so no touching... The only pleasure I get to feel is cock and cum and the satisfaction of serving men <3

[fakerbreaker]

As much as I have no desire to see or hear the results, breaking other aces are quite funny. I'd love to set up an all ace brothel, open to all microlabels. I think I'd enjoy the admin of making sure every worker has the worst possible time. Sex favourable or indifferent? Not for long, you'll soon learn to hate it. Which brings me to sex repulsed workers. They'd have thebiggest workload, clients who won't fit anywhere else, and those who love to go extra long and hard, as well as sadistic clients. Averse workers, much the same, but to lower intensity. Demisexual workers never see the same client twice and are mandated to wear O-ring gaga to prevent attempts to get to know them in that short time. Fraysexuals get one client for the whole time, and are required to talk through the client's personal issues, too, anything to kill the excitement. Reciprosexuals get clients clearly not into them, just wanting a meat sack to rub one out in. Lithosexuals get clients really enamoured with them. Autosexuals are required to be blindfolded, their focus must be on the client. Iamvanosexuals get pillow prince/princess clients, placiosexuals are required to lay still and take what their client does to them. Greysexuals will be removed from clients they are found to experience attraction to, and acespike and aceflux clients will be locked in chastity and separated from any clients until their "affliction" passes.

[worldlythreshold]

Thinking about how mean it would be for someone to take advantage of my habits

Because I love my habits. I like having my favourite drink in the morning. Going my preferred route to work. Wearing my comfy jacket.

An example…

I have several favourite seats around my home. Favourite chair at the dinning table. A spot in the windowsill perfect for reading and watching traffic. My end of the couch.

So, imagine if these places were modified overnight. A dildo added to some or a ridge that slides between my legs, pressing against my hole and clit. Suddenly all my places at home require me to fill my pussy, to feel something grind against my clit whenever I shift my weight.

Maybe I would ignore it, stubbornly sit on them because these are my spots. But it would only be a few seat changes before I leave them soaked, before the needy haze descends on my mind. I moan when I sit, I whine as I stand.

Or maybe I would try to find new places to sit. But none of them quite work. The other chairs are a little higher, their backrests not uncomfortable, but unfamiliar, and there are no other window seats where I can see the road in full. In the end, I give up, muttering to myself, face flushed with embarrassment as I feel the textured ridge rub against my clit with every movement during dinner. When I go to see a movie after, I am dripping wet. It helps the dildo on the couch slide in deep.

[dummy-daisy]

the first time he fucks her instead of me, i don't get to see, i only get to listen. he slides the blindfold over my head and my world turns dark. i am suddenly very aware if my nakedness, of how my spread legs expose my throbbing pussy. the plug in my ass suddenly feels bigger.

he brings her in, i can hear them kissing at the door. maybe he's pushing her against the wall? is she already on her knees, face buried in his crotch? my hand involuntarily reaches for my dripping sex and my fingers start to circle around my hard clit.

i hear the rustle of pants, a belt being undone, clothes falling to the floor. the squeak of the bed as two people fall down on it. this is it. he's going to fuck her, make her feel good, let her cum instead of me. i edge hard and a moan escapes my lips. “shut up, edgeslut”, i hear him mutter.

then she moans, and the sounds of him eating her out fill the room. she begging him, him humming against her skin, the wetness of her pussy. it's so unfair i want to cry. i edge once more as she cums. that's one. Sir has promised to give her at least three of my orgasms.

they change positions, i can hear them kiss sloppily. she must be tasting herself on his tongue. he orders her between his legs and then she is allowed to take his cock in her mouth. i part my lips, wishing he would rest his cock on my tongue, let me taste him, let me bring him pleasure instead of her. he praises her, ignores my whimpers as i edge again and again.

i am so lost in the pleasure radiating from my clit i don't even notice them changing positions again. i only come to my senses the second i hear her mumble “fuuuck” and the first slap of skin against skin is audible. he's fucking her, he's actually fucking her pussy. my own cunt weeps in despair, my asshole clenching around the plug. he hasn't fucked my pussy in months.

his thrusts get harder, her moans louder. she sounds as if she's close. she sounds like his cock is filling her so good, as if she's never been fucked like that. i wonder if Sir is even watching me edge myself, or if he's completely focused on the beautiful girl coming apart underneath him. “cum for me”, he says between thrusts, and that's orgasm number two that he gives her. a tear soaks the blindfold, i wish he had said those words to me, not her.

he flips her to her back, i can only imagine how he grabs her tits, how wet her pussy must feel around his hard length. much better than mine? they kiss again, moaning in each other's mouth. now i'm sure they're not looking at me. i edge to that thought, my pussy aching from lack of orgasms and attention she gets.

he tells her that he's close, and that he wants her to cum with him. then, he addresses me for the first time since he started to fuck the other girl. “hands off your pathetic clit now. you don't get pleasure from this.” i obey with a whimper, force myself to grab my sticky wet thighs. there's nothing to distract me from listening to them cumming together. i feel like my pussy is going to explode with need. they sound so hot, so satisfied, so blissfully fucked out. ignoring me, ignoring my pussy, ignoring my desperation.

i remember his earlier instructions and choke down my tears. “thank you for taking my orgasms”, i say towards the girl he just fucked, my pussy dripping in response.

[please-let-me-be-horny-for-real]

"it's ok, you can cum, I know you're getting close~"

[as I'm raping you Infront of your male friends who are filming and laughing at you]

[dykesfordick]

get a dyke horny enough and she’ll do anything, that’s the best thing about being a gender traitor

you can tease her and get her so needy then bring in a man, she’ll be begging for cum inside her gold star cunt soon enough even if she’s repeating she’s a lesbian over and over, she’ll still take his cock like a desperate whore

[girlishghost]

I think it would be super humiliating if every time I saw a cock, I trained myself to say thank you. Really focus on my gratitude as a dumb dyke to cocks everywhere ☺️

[femboytrash]

Your next class is P.E. You're in the boys' locker room since you're considered one of them. Nobody even suspects that you might be trans, at least... you don't think so. You've been living as a guy ever since starting this school and never told anyone, you pass relatively well and you're happy that way. It's what you've always wanted, right? Though truth be told, you always get a bit flustered in the locker room, in the back of your mind there's a feeling that you don't fit in, like you're not really one of the boys, it's hard to ignore that biological difference between you, in the locker room you almost feel like... a girl pretending to be a boy.

You always change your shorts facing away from everyone so that nobody will notice your lack of a bulge, and to change your shirt you always wait for them to leave so they won't notice that you wear a binder.

Today is no different from every other day, all the guys have already changed and left, leaving you alone to do your business. As you pull your shirt up, suddenly one of the boys comes back. He freezes while closing the door behind him as his eyes widen and you quickly pull your shirt down. But it's too late, he saw it. You try to play it cool, pretending like nothing happened as he awkwardly explains that he forgot to take his water. He leaves and you're able to change. You hope that he doesn't realize what a binder is for, and if he does, that he keeps it to himself.

In the gym, there's a certain tense atmosphere in the air. The guys are looking at you weirdly, their eyes lingering on you longer than normally as they exchange strange looks at each other. It can't be... that one guy couldn't have told them, could he? You made sure to keep stealth all those years, it can't be that one stupid moment just ruined all that effort. The class ends and you're back in the locker room. 2 boys approach you, almost towering over you.

"Hey dude listen, can you..." You don't even register what's going on as one of them holds your hands behind your back and the other pulls up your shirt and then your binder, exposing your firm breasts to everybody in the locker room. They bounce off of one another upon being freed and your nipples harden against the cold air.

"I knew it, he's a fucking girl!" The guy that's holding your hands yells, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. You can feel their gazes on your skin, on your boobs, they just found out. Everyone just found out. You just stand there completely numb, you know there's no point in trying to fight, you wouldn't overpower even 1 man, let alone 2.

It's not like they haven't suspected anything. They could see the width of your hips every time you took your pants off as well as the pitch of your voice, your soft features and delicate build couldn't be hidden even if you tried. You always said that puberty just came late for you, but as you grew older, it became increasingly harder and harder to just pin everything on being a late bloomer. You were different than other boys and they noticed that, and now there was no turning back.

...

You don't really know how you found yourself in this position, but you're currently lying on your back on a bench, your legs wide spread while one of the boys is fucking your pussy and a line of other guys stand behind him, waiting for their turn on you. There are maybe 20, no, 30 of them, some standing next to you and fondling your exposed tits that jiggle with each thrust inside of you, 2 guys have their dicks above your face, masturbating to the sight of a hot girl being fucked.

"I can't believe she hid it for so long!" "I mean, I always kinda knew, just look at her!" "Damn, this weird bra thing hid those tits pretty well huh, you'd never guess she even had them and that they looked this good!" You can hear their voices in the background of your own moans and whimpers.

The boy that's currently fucking you starts shaking and breathing heavily and you can feel his warm cum fill your cervix. You immediately get scared for a second, both by a prospect of just getting impregnated and a realization that if that's not the case, there are 30 more who will also fill you up with their seed, so getting knocked up is practically guaranteed. However, your fear leaves as soon as you approach your own orgasm while one of the boys squeezes your boobs together, making them bounce upon release. You can't help your physiological responses, no matter how much you deny your womanhood, having a female body brings you pleasure, having a thick cock shoved inside of you just feels too good! During those moments when you cum, all this trans stuff always leaves your head completely, in those moments you're actually glad to be a woman, to have a hole that's made to be fucked, to have tits and you actually want others to see them! At least that's how it is when you masturbate with fingers or dildos, but nothing can compare to having a real cock thrusted inside of you and shooting a load deep into your womb!

The boy steps aside and you're left trembling from your overbearing orgasm. But that wasn't even the beggining. Another guy steps into his place, leaving you no room to even catch a breath as he thrusts into you almost immediately. He got hard just by watching you get fucked like a whore. This one is much bigger than the last one, you can swear you can feel him in your belly. He looks down on you, smirking mockingly as he pulls back and thrusts with full force once again, hitting your sweer spot and your eyes roll back.

"Pffft, I guess the biggest tomboys always turn out to be biggest sluts in the end." You don't mind his derogatory tone, you actually like it. In this moment, you can't believe it, but you actually like being seen as a girl, a slut for those guys, a cumdumpster, you're glad that your body makes them horny. In this moment, you no longer see yourself as one of them, with no clothes on there's no way to keep the illusion up. You're fundamentally different than them, beneath all your clothes you're a girl, made to copulate with them, not be them.

The next one starts grinding his cock against your pussy instead of going in, slowly rubbing his entire lenght against your hole and clit, covering himself with your juices. It's so hard and thick and his teasing is driving you crazy, you want him *in* more than anything right now!

"Come on, what's the hold up? Just fuck her already!" "Yeah hurry or we won't get to fuck her before the break ends!" The others start forming a circle around you.

"Jeez, she's already too full, just wait a second until more of it leaks!" You can't see it, but there's quite a lot of cum leaking out of your hole. The guy covers your entire pussy with the white substance by grinding his cock against it. It's quite a nice creampie. The slick, slimy sounds only make you even more horny.

...

You've lost the count of how many have cummed inside you already, you stopped counting after the 10th guy. All you're sure of is that you've had at least 5 more orgasms. Right now, you find yourself on all fours, the last 3 boys left are inside of you from all the entrances. There's one behind you fucking your ass, one in front of you who you're deep throating right now, and the one who forgot the water and started all of this is currently below you, bucking his hips and fucking you deep inside your pussy. Your tits hang above his face and he's sucking on your right nipple while squeezing the other one.

...

It's been 3 months since that day. You've noticed your belly got a bit bigger. It's no surprise, it was a given that you'd get pregnant, you've had loads of cum from 30 different men inside of you that day. Your boobs have also been increasingly harder to bind - it takes more effort to put on a binder, and even if you wear it, you don't appear as flat anymore, your breasts seem more full and heavy lately. You don't try to fight it, in fact, you've become okay with pregnancy. You actually think about detransitioning for real. Your boobs are getting filled with milk, you start producing more and more estrogen with each day, your body does the most female thing it can possibly do and you're strangely okay with that.

You eventually stop binding completely, your breasts are now too big and sore, besides, your belly is very clearly visible, there's no point in trying to fool anyone, everybody knows what you are now, there's visible proof to everybody that you've been fucked in a way only a woman can be.

[soakedhog-deactivated20251231]

as a feminist irl, it breaks my mind and makes me feel like crying knowing that there’s so much accessible porn out there of disgusting cunts like myself doing degrading acts for the sole purpose of Male pleasure.

and the fact that i’m contributing to it by posting my tits on here because i just can’t help but whore myself out for the same Men who think of me as subhuman. and that’s ALL MEN.

jerking their cocks to our pain and humiliation, the fact that our dumb cunts were made to stroke their dicks until they cum inside us, impregnating us. we exist biologically to please Men and it’s just the way the world works.

we are porn and not much else. thinking about it makes me feel so sad and inferior, rape scares me, we are helpless females made to be bred and nothing more. i’m crying while typing this, yet i’m rubbing my pussy to the fact that the purpose of my existence is to make Men cum. the more i try to escape this, the deeper i sink into obeying the patriarchy.

[squishyfufu]

I hate you *sucks your cock* *takes your cock in my mouth* *lets your big throbbing cock fuck my throat* *drools all over your cock* *sucks your cock*

[fixing-girls]

I'm going to put your college degree under your ass while I fuck you on the floor. My big conservative cock will hammer your pussy in ways a strap could never replicate.

If you don't cum, then your degree will stay intact.

If you ruin it...then you will become my trad wife while I support us with my trade job. Don't need no fancy college degree to raise a family with strong traditional values.

Let's see how long you can last before you squirt and discard years of hard work. Leave your education and brains behind. You don't need it to be a bimbo.

Where we're going, all you need is that hole between your legs.

Bonus points if your degree is in some gender studies bullshit.

[ursweetgirlsposts-deactivated20]

Write a thank you note to men. List your favorite things about men and your least favorite things about yourself.

Dear men,

Thank you for being strong guiding figures for silly girls. As I write this, I’m rubbing my cunny with my tongue out. I was never an equal, just a dummy craving to be shown her place.

Physically, I love how much stronger men are. Men are bigger and born this way. Even a man who doesn’t work out is stronger than me. I love cock. I think about cock all the time. The second I even think about it, my cunt prepares by getting wet.

My body knows that when I feel shame or humiliation, it should prepare for cock. Having a cunt means that I am inferior. My body and mind are weaker and I must submit to any man who decides to use me. I am not capable of deciding, men are nice enough to choose when, where, and how I use my body.

Even writing this I am getting much wetter. My body knows that obeying men is the best way for me to get pleasure, because when men are happy I am happy. Girls like me do not deserve respect, I get so wet and desperate for male attention on the internet. It would be silly to treat me as equal when my cunny only gets wet at degradation.

So thank you men for giving my holes a purpose! I am grateful to you all for helping to train me into a more desirable female!