I tighten my grip on your thighs while your hips roll up in that needy, defiant rhythm. "You want my mouth on your cunt so bad, don't you?" I ask, voice low and amused as my fingers trace lazy circles on your inner thigh. You nod fast, eyes wide and glassy. "Please," you gasp, voice already thin. "Taste me. I need it."
I laugh softly against your skin, lips hovering right above your slick folds without touching. "That's not begging. That's whining." My tongue darts out for one quick, shallow lick along your outer lip, then I pull back again. You jerk hard, trying to chase the contact, but I hold you down tighter.
"Fuck, please," you gasp again, thighs shaking. "I can't take it. Your tongue feels so good. I need you on my pussy. I'll do anything." The sound of your voice cracking like that sends a hot pulse straight between my legs. I drag my tongue up the crease of your thigh instead, slow and wet, stopping just short of your clit. "Keep going," I murmur, savoring every desperate word. "Tell me exactly what you want my mouth to do."
Your breath hitches, bratty spark flickering even as you break. "Lick inside me. Suck on my clit. Make me cum on your tongue. Please, I'm dripping for you." I reward you with a single, firm stroke right over your entrance, tasting you properly for one long second before retreating again. Your frustrated moan is perfect. I grin against your skin, already wet myself from how easily you’re unraveling. "Good girl. Now say it louder." Except I don’t give you a chance as my mouth wraps around your clit and whatever you were going to say melts from your mind.
I hum against your clit, enjoying the taste of you as your hips buck against my tongue. I wrap my arms around your thighs and pull your legs up onto my shoulders so I can push my tongue inside you and fuck you hard with it. I keep going until I can feel every muscle in your body tense up as that wave of pleasure finally crashes over you. I slowly lick you as I let you ride out your orgasm but I don’t let up when you try to relax.
“Baby what are y—“ your words turn into a moan as I lick the full length of your soaked pussy. “F–fuuck baby, I’m…I’m so sen–sensitive.” I have my lips wrapped around your clit now as I suck on the swollen and sensitive nub. You try to squirm under me so I tighten my hold on your thighs as I draw another orgasm out of you, your moans turning into screams.
Your breathing turns ragged when you realize that I’m still not slowing down. “Wait baby–I’m so–I can’t take–HOLY FUCK!” You reach down and grab a fistful of my hair and try to pull but I don’t budge. You pull harder as I draw one last orgasm out of you. I finally stop and look up at you, your face flushed, eyes practically rolled to the back of your head. I slowly crawl back up your body as we both try to catch our breath. I smirk at you, slowly licking the taste of you off my lips
piss kink but in the sense that i want you to rub my cunnie until i cum and pee myself all over your lap because i just couldn’t control myself like a dumb baby
Dress Code. You’ve always had a talent for bending rules until they snap. It’s not ignorance, you know exactly where the lines are drawn, but it’s the rush of stepping over them that hooks you. Today, your skirt hugs your hips and ends far too high, the hem teasing the tops of your thighs with every step. Your shirt dips low, the neckline framing a subtle curve of cleavage that catches everyone's eyes. You’ve been warned about the dress code before, twice this month already, but the reprimands only fuel your fire. There’s a part of you that wonders if you’re chasing the punishment itself.
You’re standing in front of your teacher now, arms crossed, a defiant tilt to your chin. "What’s the problem this time?" you ask, dripping with mock innocence.
The teacher’s gaze rakes over you, lingering on the scandalous hemline before snapping back to your face. "You're really going to make me say it? This is completely unacceptable!" they say, voice tight with barely contained frustration. "This is the third time. You know the rules."
You glance down at yourself, as if noticing your outfit for the first time. The fabric clings to you, accentuating every curve, and you can’t deny it’s provocative. "I think I look good," you reply, letting your lashes flutter just enough to push their patience.
They sigh, a sharp, exasperated sound. "That’s it. Principal’s office. Now."
You shrug, casual as ever. "Fine by me."
———
Turning on your heel, you saunter out of the classroom, the click of your shoes echoing in the quiet hallway. You’ve been sent to the principal’s office before, but this time feels heavier, charged with something you can’t quite name. You’ve been testing boundaries, flirting with consequences, and now you’re about to find out what happens when you push too far.
The school is hushed as you make your way through the corridors, the silence amplifying the soft rustle of your skirt against your thighs. You don’t rush — why would you? This is your game, and you’re savoring every second of anticipation. By the time you reach the principal’s office, you're practically buzzing, a mix of pure nerves and excitement.
You don’t knock. You push the door open and step inside, letting it close with a soft thud behind you. The principal looks up from his desk, his broad frame filling the space with an authority that’s impossible to ignore. His eyes narrow, taking in the too-short skirt, the too-low shirt. For a moment, he just stares, and you feel the weight of his scrutiny like a physical blow.
"Again?" His voice is low, stern, a warning wrapped in well-mannered authority.
You bite your lip, aiming for contrition but landing closer to coy. "I just wanted to see you again, Sir."
He rises, deliberate and slow, circling the desk until he’s standing right in front of you. He’s close enough that you can smell the faint spice of his cologne, feel the heat radiating from him. His gaze locks onto yours, dark and unyielding. "I told you what would happen if you kept dressing like this."
Your heart skips, but you don’t back down. Tilting your head, you meet his eyes through your lashes. "You said if I dressed like a slut, I’d get sent to your office and you’d have to punish me."
A scowl crosses his face, darkening his expression. "You have a good memory."
His hand closes around your arm, firm but controlled, and he pulls you toward the desk. "Bend over," he commands, the words sharp and final.
You obey, leaning forward until your palms press against the hard wood of his desk, your skirt riding up as you settle into position. You can sense him behind you, his presence looming, and the anticipation is almost unbearable.
The first smack lands hard, a stinging jolt that makes you gasp. The pain blooms across your skin, red and bright, but it quickly melts into a slow, spreading heat that pools between your thighs. He strikes again, harder, and this time you can’t hold back the soft whimper that escapes your lips. Each hit is precise, and you feel yourself sinking into the rhythm — pain, heat, pleasure, all twisting together until you’re dizzy with it.
"You’ve been begging for this," he says, detached, entirely free of emotion. "Walking around like that, daring someone to do something about it."
You nod, breathless, as another smack lands, this one making your thighs tremble. Your body responds in ways you can’t control — your breath quickens, your core tightens, your legs begin to wobble. You’re losing yourself in it, the line between punishment and desire blurring with every strike.
Then the door creaks open. You hear a startled gasp, and you twist your head just enough to see the secretary standing there, her eyes wide with shock. She’s smaller than the principal, her sharp features softened by surprise, but she doesn’t move.
"Oh my... I'm sorry, I didn't realize..."
The principal doesn’t pause. "Close the door," he orders, his tone brooking no argument. "And come here."
She hesitates, her gaze darting between you and him, but then she steps inside, shutting the door with a quiet click. Her heels tap against the floor as she approaches, uncertainty written in every line of her body.
"Take over the spanking," he says, stepping back just enough to give her space.
Her eyes widen further, but she nods, moving behind you. The first smack she delivers is lighter, tentative, but it still sends a fresh sting across your already tender skin. You gasp, shifting slightly, and she steadies herself, her strikes growing firmer, more assured.
You hear the soft rasp of a zipper, and your pulse leaps. The principal’s hands settle on your hips, tugging your skirt higher until it’s bunched around your waist. "You’ve been teasing everyone with this," he says, "now you’re going to get what you’ve been asking for."
He thrusts into you without warning, filling you in one deep, possessive motion. The sudden stretch makes you cry out, your hands slamming against the desk as your body adjusts to the overwhelming sensation. He doesn’t ease into it — his pace is hard, unyielding, each thrust driving the air from your lungs. The secretary keeps spanking you, timing each smack with his rhythm, and the dual assault of pain and pleasure is intoxicating.
"Look at her," the principal says, his voice thick with lust as he addresses the secretary. "Dressing like a slut, flaunting herself around school. She deserves this."
The secretary’s hand lands another sharp smack, and she nods. "You’re right, Sir. Always wearing these tight little outfits, bending over where everyone can see. She’s needed this for a long time."
Their words hit you like sparks, igniting something deep and desperate. "Yes," you gasp, your voice raw. "I’ve been bad. I deserve it."
"Only speak when spoken to, slut," he growls, an animalistic sound, and grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. The pull hurts, but it only heightens the pleasure coursing through you. His other hand slides around your throat, fingers pressing just enough to make your breath shallow, to remind you who’s in control.
"You need discipline," he says, his grip tightening as he thrusts harder, deeper. "This is what happens to girls who can’t behave."
The pressure on your throat, the sting of the secretary’s spanks, the principal's hips slapping against your ass, it’s all too much, and yet you crave more. "I’m sorry, Sir," you beg, your voice breaking "I’m just a slut, I didn’t know any better, I—ahh—please—"
He cuts off your frantic rambling with even more brutal thrusts, each one pushing you closer to the edge. The secretary matches his pace, her hand a steady counterpoint to his force, and you’re trembling, teetering on the brink of release. The pleasure builds, tight and urgent, and you’re so close—
But then he stops. He pulls out completely, leaving you empty and aching, a frustrated whine spilling from your lips. You twist to look at him, eyes pleading.
"Not yet," he says, a cruel smirk curling his lips. "This is a punishment... remember?"
His belt whips down hard on your ass, and you yelp, the blistering sting cutting through the haze of need. Another whip follows, then another, each one leaving crimson stripes. "You need to learn patience," he says, his tone laced with mockery. "Now the next time you bend over, everyone will know how sluts like you get treated."
The secretary watches, growing bolder as she admires her superior's work. "She's looks like she can take so much more, Sir. You should keep going!"
He chuckles, considering it. "Tempting. But I think she’s had enough for now. Let's finish up and send her on her way."
With that, he thrusts back into you, and this time he doesn’t hold back. His pace is merciless, driving you toward the edge with ruthless precision. Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, ripping through you with a force that leaves you slumped against the desk.
He follows moments later, his grip on your hips bruising as he buries himself deep, spilling his cum inside you with a low groan. The warmth of it fills you, and for a moment, you’re lost in the aftershocks, your body humming with satisfaction.
When he pulls out, you feel the loss acutely, but before you can dwell on it, the principal motions towards the shelf, and the secretary steps away and returns with something in her hand. The principal takes it — a small plug — and slides it into you. It settles in place, trapping his release inside you. The sensation is strange, intimate, a secret you’ll carry with you.
"We can’t have you leaking all over school property," he explains, as he adjusts your skirt back into place. You straighten, legs still unsteady, and he catches you with a hand on your arm. "Now, get back to class," he says, his tone firm but edged with amusement. "And try to behave yourself."
“You want me to fuck you while you pretend you don’t want it?” His voice is low and measured, his eyes holding mine. I nod and feel a thrill run up my spine when I see his eyes darken in response and he flashes me a smirk.
“I’d hate to disappoint my lovely girlfriend,” he purrs before pulling me in for a kiss.
—
His hands are rough as he pushes me down onto the bed, face first. “Struggle all you want, slut, we both know I’m stronger.” I let out a muffled cry into the pillows and writhe as much as I can.
“Wait, please, no, babe! Stop!” I almost smile from the excitement but stay in character as I feel him roughly pull my shorts and panties down my hips.
“Shut the fuck up,” he says before landing a harsh slap against my ass. I gasp as the pain goes straight to between my legs, making my pussy clench.
His rough fingers press in between my legs and I let out an obscene moan when he makes contact with my wetness. He chuckles darkly from behind me and sharply thrusts two fingers into me.
“Fucking slut, you really are a whore huh? Who else would be this fucking wet over the idea of being forced?” His words taunt me but I’m too distracted to think of a response as his fingers spear into me again and again.
I whine and arch my back, too lost in the pleasure to pretend that I don’t want it. I feel his fingers pull out of me and I whimper in disappointment but I don’t have to wait long before I feel the head of his cock line up against my soaking cunt.
I make a half-hearted attempt at playing into the scene, “No, please, I don’t want this.” He laughs in response before slamming his cock home into my cunt.
The sound of his harsh pants fill my ears as he holds me down and fucks me into the mattress. I moan at how good he feels inside of me, every thrust hitting so deep, the pleasure overwhelming my every sense.
I feel his fingers thread through my hair and he gives a harsh yank that forces the breathe out of me. “You know, I’m not sure this really counts as fulfilling your fantasy of being forced. You’re a little too willing right now,” he says.
I can’t help but moan in response as his cock sinks into my pussy over and over again. Until suddenly, it stops and he pulls out.
I pant brokenly and try to turn my head to look at him, trying to wrap my head around the abrupt change. And then, I feel the head of his cock brush against my asshole and my whole body stiffens.
“Wait, babe, that’s not what we talked about,” my voice is shaking.
“Shut up and take it, slut,” he snarls before starting to push into me.
“Wait, no, I’m serious, babe, stop!” I gasp out as I feel the head of his cock start to work its way into my ass. My pussy’s made it so wet that he doesn’t even need lube but this isn’t what I want.
I try to push myself off the bed but he tightens his hand in my hair and pushes me head down. “Shut up, and stay down, like a good slut. You’re going to take my cock in your ass, this is what you wanted right?”
“No, no, no! Please!” My voice is pitchy and breathless as he continues to push his cock into me. I whine, feeling the pressure and pain cloud my mind.
“Fuck, your ass is so fucking tight.” He doesn’t give me any time to adjust before he gives one final hard push and sheaths himself balls-deep into my ass.
I let out a choked cry, “Babe, stop, it hurts, I’m serious!” I try to move but it only makes his cock push in deeper and I whimper in response.
“This is what you wanted, you wanted to be forced, isn’t that right?” He laughs and suddenly, he moves his hips. His cock slides out of my ass a little, but not enough to give me any reprieve and he immediately slams his hips back down, drawing out a scream from me.
I struggle uselessly underneath him but he ignores my protests as he starts thrusting, setting a harsh pace that makes me gasp in pain.
“No no no, babe, please stop. I’m serious! Pineapple!” I choke out our safe word, begging him to stop and expecting him to immediately pull out. He doesn’t. He laughs.
“Your little safe word doesn’t mean anything to me right now,” he growls, yanking my head back and drilling even harder into me. Tears are streaming down my face now as I sob.
He doesn’t let up, thrusting his cock over and over again into my ass, each movement making me tremble and cry.
“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to fuck this tight ass for so fucking long,” he groans into my ear. I shudder and let out soft gasping cries as he continues to brutalize my ass. I feel his free hand move down my body and his fingers brush against my clit.
The sound of his laugh wraps around me, “Fuck, you fucking slut. I’m raping your ass and your pussy is fucking dripping more than before.”
I whine and his fingers rub against my clit in a way that makes my body spasm and I hear him groan in pleasure. His fingers set a cruel pace on my clit as he continues to fuck my ass but the sharp pain from before has faded into a dark, confusing blend of pleasure.
“I’m going to make you cum while I’m raping your ass,” he promises, his voice low and threatening. I let out a choked sob in response and I know he’s going to deliver on his promise.
I can feel the pressure of my orgasm building and I know that in a few moments, I’ll cum, just the way he wants, while he’s forcefully fucking my ass and making me like it. His fingers pinch my clit hard and I let out a wail as I shatter around him.
My cunt clenches around nothing and my ass tightens even more around his cock as I ride the waves of my orgasm. My ears are ringing and I’m shaking as the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had rocks my body. I distantly hear him curse and groan as he cums in my ass.
He collapses onto the bed, holding my body down with his own, cock still buried inside of me. I tremble from the aftershocks of my orgasm as my body lays limp and unmoving and my mind goes blank.
Eventually, I vaguely start to register the feeling of his fingers gently massaging my scalp and stroking my hair. I let out a soft whine and I hear him laugh lightly in response. His lips press against my temple softly.
“You okay, honey?”
I make a noncommittal sound and turn my head to look at him.
“Hey, honey, give me a verbal answer, you okay?”
“Mhm, I’m okay, baby,” my voice is soft and a little hoarse from the screaming.
“I’m going to pull out, is that okay?” He asks as he pushes himself up a little to take the weight off of me. I let out a soft moan and I nod in response.
The feeling of him pulling out makes me shiver and I whimper. I feel him step away and he comes back a little later with a warm washcloth and he cleans me up before coming back into bed with me and wrapping his arms around me.
“Did you have fun?” He asks as he shuffles me around a little so I’m laying flat and comfy. I smile at him, “I had so much fun.”
He smiles back, “I’m glad. Although, I almost forgot we agreed to a fake safe word.” He huffs out a laugh. I giggle back at him, “Well, I think it added to the fun.”
He gives me a soft smile again, “Anything for you.”
Im sorry! I cry from under him as he holds me down and fucks me. I didn't mean to! I'll be- I moan and shake my head. I'll be a good girl! He growls and pulls my hair, good girl? You think that teasing us just because your our friend is being a good girl?
He pulls my hair and makes me look up at all the guys around us, waiting for their turn. I was being good! I promise! I didn't know what I was doing...my body close to falling limp. Poor virgen girl didn't know she was asking for it? I find that hard to believe, since ya spent this whole time complaining about having not valentine. I squeal when changes his angle and hang my head. Not exactly a virgen anymore...one of them grabs my face and sticks his fingers in my mouth. Definitely not, but isn't that special? the guys laugh as tears stream down my face.
Each of us deserve to cum in this cunt...we deserve it...for dealing with your complaining and teasing, he moans. Grabbing my arms and holding them back, as our other friend pulls his fingers out of my mouth. Please, no! I'm not on anything, I shake my head and whimper. Should've thought of that sooner! He growls and cums, making me take every last drop. I'm dropped onto the floor by him only to have someone else grab me seconds later. I mean...who doesn't have some form of protection on valentines? Especially if they plan on teasing.
Too much, it's all too much... I pant and mumble but whine when I feel someone else stretch me. Too bad, you decided to be a little whore and tease. Knowing damn well your cunt isn't used to this shit! He huffs as he takes long and deep strokes, making me gasp. Now your just a toy to use, what? I thought you wanted to be apart of guys night... They once again laugh as they watch their friend fuck me.
Little girls like you should know better than to hang around men like us. Especially on a day so special like today, he grabs my tits and starts pulling them. I whine and can't help but cum making them cheer, what number is that? Like 3? Cunts going to be so used and raw by the end...almost feel sorry. Almost, you deserve every second of this. Please! Nicer, softer- you hear that boys? She still doesn't get it, I think we need to breed her a couple more time. Maybe then she'll understand, she is not longer in charge here.
I moan when I feel his hands bruise my hips I shake my head being able to tell what is planning. Too risky, I pant but my words come out slurred. Aw already started to get dumb? Maybe tired? He hits my bottom and bites his lip. Looks like someone's getting another creampie, I don't have to look at him to tell his smirking. I squeal again when he pulls my hips back forcedly and groans in my ear as he cums. Once again I'm dropped back onto the floor, I can feel the mess under me as I struggle to stay awake.
You know even if you pass out I'm still fucking you. I feel hand on my thighs, that's pretty. So used, they coo and I feel another hand in my hair. Happy Valentines day...maybe I'll be the one fucking you again when you wake up. They laugh and I see black the last thing I feel is someone else pushing into my poor cunt.
literally lose control while fucking me. fuck me too hard, too fast, dont stop when i cum. dont stop when you cum, just force my mouth down on your cock while i cry that its too much and it hurts and i cant breathe and i want to stop. then throw me back on the bed and push my face into the mattress so i cant say shit and cant do anything but squirm when you force your cock into my tight ass thats never been fucked before and fucking destroy me. hit me, choke me, slap me, use all of my holes. did i pass out? was i crying? who gives a fuck. use me.
i wanna cum on someones dick while they rape me. i wanna be begging and screaming for my life as they pound the shit out of me with a knife to my throat. i wanna look someone in the eyes and see the moment that they realize im gone, that ive caved to them, and feel them go even harder, faster, deeper. i wanna feel it coming and try to stop it as hard as i can "no no no please stop please dont" but i just cant help myself. i wanna squirt around their cock as i sob for mercy, unable to justify why i keep cumming if i "dont want it."
happy pride month! I want to be buried in between a perfect set of tits to the point i pass out and when i wake up im tied down and girls take turns riding my face over and over again while i cry from how wet i am and they laugh at me for being so needy and never touching my aching pussy because i need to learn how to eat a girl out correctly
“on your knees slut,” she commands and i sink obediently to the floor.
she sits back on the bed, legs spread to show her delicious pussy.
“lick my fucking pussy you dumb whore,” she snaps and i eagerly move forward, latching my lips around her clit.
i suck and lick, my hand clenching against my thigh as i grow wetter from eating her out.
“you’re pathetic,” she says, gripping my hair and ripping me away. i whimper as she spits on my face, pulling me upwards until i’m standing.
she pushes me back onto the bed and i crawl backwards. she climbs up and straddles me, her perfect pussy hovering over my face.
“i’m going to teach you how to eat me out since your dumb fucking slut self can’t do it properly.”
she grabs my hair again and i moan loudly as she pushes her pussy into my face.
“stick your tongue into me you dumb whore,” she sits further down and i feel myself losing oxygen but i still flick my tongue in and out, desperate to please her.
“little bitch is gonna pass out? keep fucking going”
she smacks my tits and then my face before fully sitting down on me, suffocating me with her pussy until i make her cum over and over
.... is one of My favorite ways to claim a shy or reluctant slut as My personal cock sleeve.
Just look at how it's called: taking your ass, rapping your asshole, claiming your ass, splitting your cheeks, marking your guts with My seed, stretching out your rosebud, railing your shitpipe, blowing out your backdoor, pushing it up your ass, making you My three-hole slut, painal. Forced anal.
Nothing shatters your feminist misconceptions about your place in life like Me taking what's Mine. When I pin you down and press that big fat tip against that tight star, you try to protest and fight back but I just push Myself against you and growl "You're gonna TAKE IT, SLUT. I NEED this" ....and, guess what... you take it.
Because your holes were made to please Me as a Man and accommodate My cock, even that one.
In spite of your thoughts about your own limits and your own body, you give in when I violate you and you scream and moan your submission to Me. As you helplessly grip the sheets and bite your pillow and start begging, you finally understand the difference in our strength and our roles in life. You were made to be used for My pleasure.
When I finally rest My fat full balls against that dripping pussy, and that tight grip on My cock lets up a bit when I'm fully inside, I feel you totally crumble into submission. You will never again be able to hold my gaze or give me attitude without shily averting your eyes when you remember how easily I could bend you over and ass-fuck you into obedience.
And I have to tell you something, My sweet pet. When I dominate you like that, holding you face down ass up with My dick buried in your nasty hole and My hands digging in your waist and pinning your head in the mattress with all my weight, when you're at My mercy.... I'm so turned on by you that it takes every ounce of My will to not immediately start tearing you apart.
And I start fucking your ass, violating you, using your body, jerking off with your asshole, faster and faster, rougher and rougher, until somewhere in the middle, you're a broken piece of sweaty, drooling, crying, dripping, moaning fuck meat.....and you've never EVER been this happy and fulfilled. FINALLY, your painful thoughts, your anxiety, your overthinking, have been shut down. No, they've been fucked out of you. And despite your shame and confusion at how you're losing control of your body and mind, there's only one thought that's certain: more more MORE, you beg Me to never stop. And I make you say it again in the filthiest way possible so that I'll keep going: you beg Me to keep raping your whore ass, you beg me to take it, you beg me to use you, you beg to keep being Mine, so that you'll never lose this feeling again ... this thing you've been looking for all your life without knowing what it was: My pleasurable, brutal, cruel, passionate and caring domination over your female body and Mind.
You'll never be able to protest about it being filthy and degrading again when I've just shown you that your slutty ass is little more than My personal rapehole and spank toy. You'll never be able to think that you're "experimenting", that it's a "one-time very kinky thing", that you're "in control of the rhythm", when nothing else will short-circuit your mind and overload your body like that.
So you can go back the next day to your work, to your classes, to your family, and try to understand why it's so important to put footnotes in your papers, or use that format for your e-mails. Your sore asshole and your needy denied pussy and your restless bitch brain will remind you of the inescapable truth, the one you can't avoid again now that I've made you feel it in your body and mind, and scream it at the top of your lungs: you're My whore now, love.
I've broken you in like a bitch. And if feels so good and right to wallow in the newfound filthiness of your mind. You're already soaked thinking about what I'll have you do next. And from that day onwards, you'll start thinking that every cunt around you should be ass raped to tame them and make them complete. You can now smell which of them haven't been yet. They're the ones who annoy you. It makes you dizzy and embarrassed and soaking wet to realize that every woman who thinks themselves as tough or independent or lesbian around is just one ass pounding away from breaking and becoming Men worshipping, cock serving, obedient cunts.
You can never claim again to have limits, to wish to control the pain and pleasure, when Me destroying your boundaries and subjecting you to whatever the fuck I want just to drain My balls gave you the height of pleasure. You'll never be able to hear the words "It hurts, it's gross" from another ignorant bitch without biting your lips and squirming on your seat and thinking "oh yeah it hurts, oh yeah it's gross, oh yeah it's for whores...an that's all of us women"
So stop annoying Me, sweetie. Yes it hurts, yes it's degrading, yes it's selfish, yes it's humiliating ... and that is exactly why you will love it. That's why, you dumb little cunt, I keep telling you that I, as a Man, know better, that I know what's good for you. Because when I tell you you're meant to take it and suffer for Me, I mean by it that your female biology made it so that nothing will ever be as satisfying and intoxicating to you than being selfishly used by Me, nothing will be able to fulfill all your seemingly contradictory desires for emotions, drama, wild romance, filthy pleasure and safe belonging.
So yes, slut, forced anal is the answer to your confusion and doubts in life. Forced, because since you lack rational ability and you've been brainwashed by society, you need Me to make that decision for you, and rape your nature back into you, just like animals in the wild claim their mates. You need Me to bring you home, so that you'll be a cooing, happy, giggling, carefree little princess again at My feet.
"Hm? Oh, pet, welcome back! How was your day... hm? What did you say you wanted?..."
