#humiliation task

[switchingdesires]

Girls be like: "I‘m not that weird, actually 😇", only to end up spending the rest of their day edging to the most degrading shit their silly little mind can think of 💞🌷

[ticklish-submissive]

Hi everyone! Life update from @ticklish-submissive

A little while ago I decided to embrace my love of humiliation and I applied for a job as a jester. The idea of getting all dolled up in harlequin make-up and clothes and dancing around making other people laugh seemed like so much fun to me. Unfortunately, I learned very quickly that I am not very funny and not very good at making people laugh aside from stumbling around on my big, clumsy feet. Fortunately, there's a job I am much better suited for and I was sent down to the dungeons to get started on it right away!

Now I'm doing what I was always suited for: Being a tickle animal! Now I won't waste everyone's time trying to tell jokes or make witty remarks, I can focus on what I'm actually good at: Entertaining people with my huge feet being tickled until I'm barely even human. The best part is it's a lifetime position, so I don't have to worry about doing anything else ever again!

Please enjoy and share my predicament so others can gain joy from this stupid tickle animal and her big, silly feet.

[nothingtoseehere-7788]

Task Report

I received a task from one of my favorite Tumblr Doms today and was asked to write out the details here.

The task was to rub my clamped udders on the carpet.

It's been awhile since I've done a task like this but I don't say no to a good fun challenge so I found some laundry clamps, put them on my nipples, and got down on all fours. These plastic clamps felt sharp on the edges when pressed but held on good and tight! I also was able to set them up so that they didn't cover the tip of my nipples as I was doing the task. Once I got into a good position I started to wiggle my fat ass to make my fatter udders swing fast and hard against the rough carpet (I must have looked really pathetic from any angle really). It felt rough against my nipples that I'd been playing with all day and when one of the clamps got nudge it made me flinch and whimper, but I kept going! Every minute or so I would switch it up and press myself hard and flatter against the carpet to really get some good grinding in. My face was flat against the floor and the clamps dug into me like that as well. After about 6 or 7 minutes I couldn't bear the clamps anymore - every time they were touched I was crying out in pain so I had to remove them, but I kept on rubbing my udders against the carpet for about 5 minutes longer. I could really feel them getting hot under me and carpet was really starting to feel scratchy and painful to rub against.

So I braced myself for a little grand finale and used my hand to put my udder as hard into the carpet as I could and rubbed furiously as fast as I could for about a minute on each side. When I was done it felt like my poor nipples were 10 degrees hotter than the rest of me and they're still sensitive to even the lightest touch over an hour later.

Thank you Sir for giving me this task to complete for your entertainment. I hope it amuses others as well!

[theworldofjazzz]

Obviously, as a good catgirl in training, you have a plug with a tail. Put on your fishnets, cut a hole where your tail can dangle freely.

As a good little schoolgirl, you surely would have some binder clips, such as the kind pictured below, to keep your papers together. How about we cut another hole in those fishnets, over your needy pussy, peel those pretty lips apart and clip each to the fishnets so that your pretty, pink, needy, wet hole is on display while you spend the next two hours watching lesbian porn. Make sure you are sitting in front of a mirror while you do this. You should see what a pathetic little pain slut you are the entire time.

You'll affix two of the smaller clips to your nipples, after making them insanely hard and erect. Every ten minutes while watching the slutty porn you've chosen, you'll punish the bad little girl in the mirror with a few flicks on those nipple clips and using a pencil to tap on your perky red clit.

xo

Oh wow. That's a lot and also a long time as the binder clamps I have are really strong 😳 now I'm starting to regret saying that I will do anything you want

I also have fishnets and a plug with a tail so I can do this

[otaku-and-waifu]

Valentines Day Task & Prep Work

heyyy listen up youuu pathetic little otakusss, it’s meee~ your gyaru kami-sama, Kyūbi No Kitsune-chan ♡🦊💅🏽 lounging right here by this fancy koi pond like i own the whole zen garden (spoiler: i basically do). valentine’s day is slithering closer like a bad ex who won’t take the hint (ohhhh my bad youuu don’t know what that’s like, so it’s more like a bad rash creeping up on you lolol), and we all know what that means for you sad lonely incels: another feb 14th spent alone, gooning in the dark, refreshing empty dms, pretending your waifu pillow gives better head than your right hand ever could. normies out there swapping spit over candlelight sushi dates, posting their cringe couple selfies with those glitter heart overlays, while you? you’re microwaving sadness and crying into your crusty keyboard. tragiccc. like, do you even remember what a real kiss feels like, or is your last memory just a mix of your crusty mouse hand and the taste of stale monster energy? ew, don’t answer. i already know and it’s not pretty babe.

but duhhh~ your flawless kami-sama is feeling extra “generous” today (read: bored out of my skull and craving fresh beta humiliation content). so i’m dropping this twisted little valentine’s “self-care” guide just for you gooner freaks. think of it as my gift-wrapped middle finger to your pathetic existence. you’re welcomeee~ or don’t be, i literally could not care less if you screenshot this and cry about it in your notes app later. 💋

step one, losers~ crawl your unwashed ass out of your gamer chair grave (or don’t, just order from your phone while you edge to my latest render, idc) and hit up a site that does custom posters. aliexpress is perfect—cheap af, sketchy shipping from some warehouse in the void, no questions asked cuz they’ve seen weirder shit from guys like you. or whateverrr, any print-on-demand spot that’ll slap your thirst trap on glossy paper big enough to cover half your wall. now pick your “valentine.” make it count. your fav porn star—the one you’ve replayed so many times her moans are basically white noise in your brain. or an e-girl~ lmaooo same difference, right? all fake lashes, “send tribute” energy, and overpriced snapchats anyway. maybe go classic and print your ultimate anime waifu—the one with physics-defying proportions and zero personality, just like your dating history. orrr~ if you’re feeling extra delusional (and let’s be real, you always are), make it meee. steal one of lew’s fire renders—me in this glossy black latex bodysuit, straps and buckles hugging every curve, platforms gleaming, blonde hair spilling like i just stepped out of a shibuya fever dream. hoop earrings big enough to double as hula hoops, nails sharp enough to carve “loser” into your dignity. upscale it, blow it up poster-size, and boom: instant life-sized reminder that i’ll never touch you except in your wettest nightmares.

order that shit with express shipping if your broke ass can swing it. you want it here before the big day so you can obsess over the tracking number like it’s foreplay. when the package drops, unbox it in secret like contraband porn, roll it out slow, stare at those glossy printed tits and that bored apathetic stare looking back at you. feel the instant mix of horniness and soul-crushing shame. perfecttt~ now stick it on the wall. not some lame side spot—nahhh, dead center above your sad single futon or your cum-stained mattress. use the cheapest tacks possible, leave permanent holes cuz who gives a fuck about your lease when your life’s already a lease on misery? step back, tilt your head, realize this flat piece of paper is officially your girlfriend now. splash~ there goes the last crumb of self-respect, right into the koi pond i’m currently flicking my menthol ash into. watch the fish scatter like they’re judging you harder than i am.

valentine’s day rolls around~ cue the ritual, youuu hopeless romantics. “cook” your gourmet dinner: microwave meal all the way, babe. grab one of those sad frozen single-serve trays—maybe some rubbery teriyaki chicken, or that “premium” mac n cheese that tastes like melted plastic regret. nuke it till the edges are lava and the middle’s still ice, dump it on a paper plate (dishes are for people with futures), light a single dollar-store candle that smells like vanilla disappointment, and set up your “date night” right in front of the poster. sit there cross-legged on the floor in your stained sweatpants, fork in one hand, phone in the other just in case she (i) miraculously dm you (she won’t). eat slow. stare into her printed eyes. mumble some pathetic small talk like “sooo how was your day, queen?” while the steam rises and you pretend it’s her bored sigh. chew through the loneliness, feel that warm slop hit your empty soul like a sad hug. bonus points if you whisper “i love you” to the poster and then immediately cringe so hard you almost choke.

now the real fun part, freaks~ once the meal’s done (and you’ve wiped sauce off your chin with your sleeve like the classy king you are), it’s time to get intimate. lean in close, pucker those chapped lips, and make out with the poster. full commitment—tongue the glossy print, smear your spit all over her (my) face, moan like it’s the real thing. feel that cold flat paper against your mouth, taste the cheap ink and your own desperation. keep going till the poster’s wrinkled, damp, fogged up with your sad little breaths. then escalate. stand up, press your pathetic hips against the wall, and dry hump that shit like it owes you money. grind hard—bonus if you whisper my name (or hers) between thrusts, feel the paper crinkle and tear a little under the pressure, hear the wall thump like it’s trying to escape you. sweat through your shirt, pant like a dog, keep going till you’re shaking and spent. collapse on the floor afterward, stare at the ceiling stains, realize this is the most action you’ve gotten since… ever. no cleanup required—just roll over and sob into your body pillow.

and if you’re feeling extra brave (or terminally online), film the whole sad spectacle. dm it to me and lew for the group chat roast. we’ll laugh till our sides hurt, maybe drop a censored snippet to humiliate you publicly. or don’t send it—i literally don’t care. this is your valentine’s gift from your gyaru kami-sama: a ritual so degrading it’ll echo in your nightmares for years. you’re all so lucky i even wasted keystrokes on this instead of just yawning and flicking more ash into these poor koi’s home.

(lazily perched on the stone edge of the koi pond, chunky black platforms dangling just above the water, glossy latex bodysuit gleaming under the garden lights, one long-nailed hand lazily flicking menthol ash into the pond while the colorful fish scatter, cigarette smoke curling around my bored expression like i’m judging the entire universe)

anywayyy~ happy valentine’s or whateverrr, youuu hopeless gooners. keep gooning. keep coping. keep pretending this poster plan isn’t gonna be the highlight of your sad little life. i’ll be right here, hotter than your wildest delusions, completely uninterested, watching you all spiral from the comfort of my apathy. or not—idc. byeee~ ♡♡💕🦊💨💅🏽✨

[ruinedfae]

So, incase you didn’t know this about me. I’m kinda a whore for humiliation! I like being objectified and called mean things and bullied and laughed at! Make a group chat and make me the scapegoat and errand girl! I love being a cuckquean and I love trans women (especially icky pervert) trans women. My messages are open! Send me an anon ask, dm me! Let’s chat a bit <3 Oh! DMs also open if ur a tist and want practice on somebody who believes but has trouble falling into trance!

[goddesslaurensstuff]

[meiladys-world]

I love waking up to your posts. I'm all groggy and then I see your words and the groggy fades to horny and then I just need to touch and read and scroll and edge

Read and Scroll and Edge.

These are orders you follow.

These are the truth you believe.

These are the thing you must say.

Start touching.

Keep scrolling.

You like my words.

Guiding you.

Start slow.

As you feel yourself leak, put your tongue out.

Relax your brain.

That's good.

Go faster.

Every stroke, every rub, every hump makes your brain feel fuzzy, leaky, warm.

Pathetic.

That's what you look like right now.

You wish you can do more.

You wanna have me watching you.

Seeing how you're breaking yourself for me.

Keep going sweetie.

Beg.

Start begging.

Desperately.

Please. Please. Pretty please break me.

Pretty please step on me.

Use me.

Abuse me.

Slap me hard. Choke me please.

Miss Mei owns me.

Miss Mei controls me.

Miss Mei remolds me.

Must obey.

Must follow.

I'm a good pet.

I'm a good doll.

I'm a good toy.

To break. To use. To carve.

Repeat it. Keep going.

You're doing great. Horny leaking toy.

My attention whore.

You want more? Beg.