The only time a condom should ever be inside a fakeboy is if it’s already dirty and her holes are being used like a disposal bin

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The only time a condom should ever be inside a fakeboy is if it’s already dirty and her holes are being used like a disposal bin
nghh pls someone needs to do this to me .. >.<
I want to be humiliated so badly. I don’t know why I like it so much. I try to humiliate myself for my Master but it’s not the same as them doing it to me. I want to be rewarded with humiliation, and also punished with it. I don’t want to be treated like a person, I want to be used for people’s amusement. I’m desperate to entertain like that. I’m hoping for the chance that someone would put an embarrassing task in our ask box that my Master would make me do and post.
Waging your life with poker (objectification + hypnosis)
You enter the busy room, made pretty by the decent number of humans mindlessly staring as their fixed in positons: each wooden chair with a human sitting on them, arms on armrests, their back as backsupport, their lap where you sit. One near the centre used as an ashtray, watching a man rub his cigarette on it's tongue. One hanging from above with lights attached to every body part, swinging lightly. A few placed in clever ways as decoration on the walls, made pretty with lights and such. Some supporting the glass table platform where the cards are being placed, staring up blankly with dazed eyes. One decorated girl on her knees singing quietly constantly like a music box, trying her best to sing whatever was asked of her.
Your friend said this was high risk poker and you did like playing such but.. your life was quite the high steaks bet. Being hypnotised to believe yourself an object and act the part forever, never treated as human again only furniture, only for a purpose. Made no more comfortable by their light level of clothing or how 70% of them were women.
You sat down to play, and tried to ignore the side of you that found the idea of losing thrilling, and focused on trying to win.
"You know the stakes? You lose you become one, you win you get $100,000, and optionally can take one object from here. I warn ya, I ain't bad at this game, nor will running work."
"Oh shut up and stop trying to scare me, I'm ready when you are."
Some non-human shenanigans
• QnA
• helping nonhuman headmates with identity
• daily advice
• positivity
• more
NOTE: we use “plural” here. Anti-endo.
today has been so annoyinggg i need to be objectified so bad. need the humanity fucked out of my skull ugh
Whenever i see someone humanizing me i get extremely uncomfortable, please dont humanize me. Please treat me like a dog, a animal to be trained, dehumanize me now please.
Goal of the group is to Degrade, Dehumanize, Insult, Verbally Abuse, & publicly humiliate ME and my stupid fat pig 🐽 holes. Call ME a pathet