#females are objects

[ravens-a-whore3]

what’s the difference between you and a fleshlight?

you’re self lubricating

[lubedispenser]

Glory holes should be like jury duty, every cunt will get called to do their civic duty and serve the general public with their dripping holes.

[corruptedbyhim]

Our Entertainment. The dining room buzzes with chatter and the clink of wine glasses as you step inside. Your eyes snag on it immediately... your seat. It’s parked at the head of the table, a sleek, sturdy thing with a matte black finish, and jutting up from the chair is a thick, glossy dildo, shameless and impossible to ignore. My friends are already here, interspersed around the table, half drunk and grinning, their curiosity pinging between me and that obscene piece of furniture.

"What’s with the setup?" one of them asks, jerking his chin toward the chair. His smirk says he’s already got a guess.

I don’t dodge it. "It’s for her," I say, locking eyes with you. "Keeps her cunt busy while we drink. She’s the night’s entertainment."

Their laughter ripples through the room, and you feel the heat crawl up your neck. You’re still standing there, frozen for a second, but I nod towards it. "Go on. Sit."

You hesitate, but the pull’s too strong — my voice, their stares, the promise of what's waiting for you. You ease yourself down, and the dildo slides in slow, stretching you open with a dull, insistent pressure. A ragged little sound slips out of you, and someone across the table snickers. I work quickly, looping rope around your wrists and ankles, tethering you to the chair’s frame. Your arms flex, testing the give, but there’s none. Your legs are splayed, locked wide, and that dildo’s buried deep now, pinning you in place.

"Can’t have you pawing at yourself," I say, loud enough for everyone to hear. “That'd ruin the fun.”

I step back, letting them see you. All of you. Your thighs twitch, muscles jumping under your skin as you adjust to the fullness. I dip my fingers between your legs, brushing the edge of where the dildo’s sunk into you, and pull them back glistening. "Look at that," I say, holding up the evidence. "Soaked already!"

They lean in, eyes glinting, and the questions start flying at you. "Does it feel good?" one asks, teasing. "You like being stuck like that?" Another chimes in, as if he's just discussing the weather.

You try to answer, but your words come out fragmented, sliced up by the shudders rolling through you. "It’s... mmphhh... it’s a lot," you manage, and then your breath gets caught as the first orgasm slams into you, yet another uninvited guest. Your head tips back, lips parting, and a moan spills out, raw and loud. The table erupts with laughter, a few claps, someone muttering, "Wow, that fast?"

I don’t let you settle. I circle behind you, resting my hands on your shoulders, and nod at the man closest. "Go ahead. Touch her." He doesn’t need telling twice. His fingers graze your chest, finding a nipple and tugging hard. You yelp, a high, desperate sound, and your body jerks against the ropes. Another hand joins in — someone’s pressing two fingers into your mouth, sliding them along your tongue. You choke a little, drool pooling at the corners, and they laugh at you, delighted.

"She’s a mess," they say, impressed. "You trained her well."

"She’s a good fuck doll," I agree, casual as anything. "Watch this." I remove their fingers, grip your jaw, tilting your head back, and shove my cock into your mouth. You whimper; eyes glassy. "See? She’ll take whatever you give her."

You’re fighting the restraints now, hips shifting, chasing friction that isn’t there. The initial entrance pushed you to orgasm, but now that you’ve settled in, it’s not enough. The dildo is filling you up but not moving, not giving you what you need. It’s maddening, and I can tell. I see your breath turn shallow, the way your fingers curl into fists. I love it. They love it. The whole room is feeding off your desperation.

Another hand snakes out, latching onto one of your nipples, pinching it tight and rolling it slow between their fingertips. Your moan comes out choked, garbled around my thick cock shoved deep in your mouth. "She’s loud," one says, grinning at me. "Is that the only way you can shut her up?"

"Pretty much," I say back, voice flat and smug. "Only keeps quiet when I’ve got her throat stuffed" That earns a burst of rowdy yells, glasses clinking in approval. "Don’t be shy now, I’m the only one that can fuck her, but you all can touch!"

And just like that, they swarm you. Hands everywhere, a frenzy of grabbing, stroking, yanking at your skin. Fingers are digging into your thighs, palms smacking your chest, someone raking nails down your side. It’s a flood of sensation, too much to track, hitting you like a shockwave that leaves you squirming, ropes creaking as you strain against them.

You’re trembling now, sweat beading on your forehead, and I can see the strain in your arms as you pull against the ropes. Another orgasm is building. Your thighs clenching, the little gasps you can’t hold back. Even more of the tells that I've learned to track.  "Go on," I mutter. "Show them how greedy you are." It hits you hard, your whole body locking up as you cum again, a strangled cry breaking free. The table’s a chaos of noise. More cheers, filthy comments, a fist on the table. You’re panting, chest heaving, and I slide a hand down between your legs, stopping just short of where you want it. "Good girl," I say, voice carrying over the racket. "Keeping us entertained."

[skylitsky]

[vilebrute]

The only education cunts should get is porn.

Cunts dont need school, they dont need university or college. They're too dumb to function there anyway.

They should sit with their owners, learning how to take dick from all holes, how to behave, how to take punishments from porn to be the perfect wives or free-use sluts.

The only reason as to why a cunt would be at an education center is to please the actual (male) students.

[b0nestr3ats]

when you try to pull your head away from his cock to take a break but he grabs your hair and forces it back into your mouth while you slobber all over him

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[regaliaafterdark]

Never forget that you are a slutty hole.

Now, open the rest of the post, slut.

Look at you: Doing just as you're told. Such a good girl you are~

Well done! It's clear that you are a natural-born slut. your need to serve and obey simply overpowers your rational thinking.

Notice how your tongue is already out, you're starting to salivate and struggle to breathe in building heat, even though you've just started to read this post. ♡

Admit it: The moment the prospects of being used, abused and praised by your beloved Professor come into your mind, your brain shuts off almost completely, the only thoughts you can have from then on is how to be a good whore for Me.

And then, as your brain completely gives up and focuses solely on that, you finally start thinking with your cunt. It gets wet, drippy and oh-so sensitive. It begs you to touch, to rub, to stroke and make it feel good, all the while your nipples get hard and perky.

Now, now. Why are you rubbing, whore? Who gave you permission to do so?

Keep your fucking hands away from your cunt until you're done reading this.

Get stupider, get more pathetic. Start rocking your hips back and forth as the heat keeps building up, ignoring how your hole is practically begging for you to rub it already.

Mhm.

Just like that, good girl!

you just can't help it, can you? It simply feels too good to stop.

Don't blame Me for it. Blame the fact you were born with a cunt between those legs. The moment you found that one filthy post, your inner slut came out as you slowly began to be corrupted more and more.

And now, here you are. A slave to your Master. Doesn't it just feel so good to be brainwashed? To become stupider with every single word? To feel so at ease reading the pretty red and pink words?

Of course it does. It’s only natural for an inferior cunt like you to submit to a God like Me.

you don’t need Me to tell you how wonderful it makes you feel, how it makes your sensitive bits throb, or how it makes your head get all fuzzy and bubbly.

you know full well that being a hole is your truest calling. you can’t deny how wet and needy it makes you to be made into an object for Men’s pleasure.

Simply accept it. Say it.

You are a whore.

You are a slut.

You were born to be a hole.

You were born to be a cocksleeve, a human fleshlight.

You don’t believe Me? Reach down your panties and tell Me I’m wrong.

See how stupidly wet you’ve gotten just from a little degrading text?

See how easily you reached down to verify for yourself, just because I ordered you to do so?

Ah, such a good girl you are~

Come on, don’t be shy. Be a good girl and reblog this post, then comment to letting everyone know how much of a pathetic cunt you are for your beloved Professor and how horny these posts make you.

Once you’ve done that, you are allowed to rub yourself silly just for Me.

Understood? ♡

[dearlexii]

i just want a traditional misogynistic husband who would make me dumb and put me where i belong pleasee 😭

like no independent woman no think just pretty and useless in a cute way. let me log off forever and exist in a soft little domestic bubble. brain empty. no decisions. just being a property of a man. a way to show off.

where is the man who would gently ruin me and call it love. i'm tired.