Clueless

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[th3rap1st]

If you see this...

... then you have to make yourself cum. If you're at work you shouldn't be on here in the first place, go to the bathroom and cum. If you're in a class/lecture, you should be focusing, go somewhere quiet and cum. If you're with friends or family, excuse yourself and go cum. Be the desperate and needy little porn addict and cum cum CUM.

Then once you've cum, comment: "I'm a desperate little slut" and then reblog to make others worse just like you.

[drippygirly]

I used to be allowed to use my vibrator while he fucked my ass or pussy but he decided it was better when there was no focus on my pleasure. Now I get my clit painfully clamped when he fucks me so that there's no chance of me enjoying it. It's hard to stop the tears since it's a spiked clamp. He loves it though, it makes him cum harder and that's what's more important.

[shamedflower]

Two Faced

“You’ve been such a good girl recently, I bought you a little present.” He hands me a Sephora bag.

I open it slowly, expecting perfume, he likes to choose which one I wear. It’s a… concealer palette. An expensive one.

“I love it Daddy, thank you so much.” I reach up to kiss him.

“Aren’t you going to try it, baby? You need to practice.”

“Practice what, Daddy? I’m already wearing make-up today.”

He smirks. His expression changes. I see that familiar evil glint in his eyes. I take a step backwards, he follows. My back reaches the wall. He reaches out, forces my head to one side.

“So pretty.” He strokes my face with his fingertip, lingering at a spot below my eye. His fingers trace an X.

“Hold still, baby.” His fist smacks into my face, making contact with the corner of my eye. Before I can react he strikes me again. He’s pinning me against the wall while he punches me in the same place, over and over. I scream and sob and beg him to let go. I can feel my eyelid start to swell, I don’t need to look in a mirror to know a big ugly bruise is forming. He’s fast, precise, hitting the same spot over and over. I squeeze my eyes shut, praying for it to be over. His fist keeps delivering punches to my face, my ears are ringing and my head is throbbing. I feel sick. He stops suddenly and grabs my chin, forcing my face towards the light, examining his handiwork. He smiles, apparently satisfied.

“Now you can practice with your new make-up baby, we can’t have anyone seeing what a fucking mess you are.” He throws me to the floor.

I crawl towards the palette and with trembling hands open it, looking for the mirror in the lid. I’m not pretty anymore. Mascara tears trail down my cheeks, as grey as bruise around my eye. The burst blood vessels in my eye are as scarlet as my swollen cheek. By the morning I’m going to look like a fucking monster.

I pick up the brush and get to work, erasing my secrets and shame.

[anatasiasub]

Fantasizing about an owner pretending to be forgetful or genuinely losing track of time easily (my master lol) while taking care of his pet. Of course as a pet I can't speak so I can only make sounds to try to get across my needs.

"Oh no sweetheart, you can't possibly need to piss, I just took you out (6 hours ago). Quit wiggling. Silly pet, better drink some water."

"Pet, stop whining over your food bowl. I could swear I just fed you breakfast (yesterday). Just have some water. This is why I'm in charge and not you."

"No, you may not stop edging. I told you three hours today (after 7 hours). Stop bothering me."

And I'm just a stupid pet who can't argue back.

[bamb112]

omg

[dumbuselessholes]

First time I drank piss

My ex used to destroy me.

He was the first guy I dated after my ex raped me and he loved how fucked up i was. He had a huge 9 inch cock and loved to tie me up and fuck my ass. We never used lube, he’d just fuck my face or pussy first.

He likes to leave me tied up to his bed or put me on all fours on the floor and use me as a footrest in between fucks.

He’d done so much to me at that point but I’d always beg for more. He would sit on my face and force my tongue into his ass (he was the first guy who’s ass I ate too). He would hit me. One time on my birthday, my dad was out of town and he made me text him back while he fucked my ass.

One day I stopped at his place before I went to college that day so he could use my holes that day. I would wake up 2 hours early some days to ensure he used me.

I walked in and he was waiting for me

“We’re trying something new today. Strip.”

I took my clothes off as fast as I could, instantly wet. I had no idea what to expect we’d already done so much.

“Good whore. Get on your knees and crawl after me.”

I followed him outside to his backyard. I was so nervous. It was the middle of the day so most people were at work but it was a townhouse complex and not very hidden. But he didn’t put me in the corner of the backyard for at least some privacy, I was right in the middle so everyone could see.

He asked me something about how I had promised I would be a good whore for him and if I meant it. I said yes. He asked if he could do anything he wanted to me. I said yes.

He told me to kneel and close my eyes and open my mouth. He told me not to move or close my mouth or he’d beat me. I was thinking he was going to make me lick his ass in public.

I’m sitting there for like 10 seconds and all of a sudden I feel a warm liquid on my face. I try my hardest not to move. I suddenly realize he’s pissing on me.

We’d never talked about piss play before. I felt so degraded that my own boyfriend knew I was so stupid I’d let him piss on me without talking about it first.

He then aimed for my mouth. The taste wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I could tell he’d prepared for this and drank a lot of water. It was so hot that he planned it.

I held his piss in my mouth and didn’t swallow. He had told me not to move. Eventually he filled up my mouth and piss overflowed all over my body. He aimed his cock towards my hair. He knew how long I had spent on my hair and makeup to look good for school. He slowly stopped pissing and wiped his cock on my hair.

He told me to close my mouth but not to swallow yet. He told me I needed to get used to the taste of his piss because I was going to be tasting a lot of it.

He said a lot of degrading things after that while he jerked his cock in my face. I don’t remember most of them but a couple stand out.

“I bet you’re soaking wet right now, aren’t you? You’re disgusting.”

“I didn’t realize you were this fucked up, I bet I can get away with doing a lot more.”

Eventually he shoved me so I was on all fours. He told me if I let any piss out of my mouth that he would beat me. He told me I needed to mentally link the taste of piss with pleasure and that he was training me to be a dirty piss whore.

He shoved his cock in my cunt. I was so wet I could hear his cock fucking me. I started getting close to cumming already. It was so hard to keep my mouth shut and his piss was starting to taste bad from being in my mouth for so long.

His cock was drenched from fucking my cunt. He pulled out and started to push his cock in my ass. He used my ass so often it was easy, it didn’t even hurt me anymore. I just felt an insane amount of pleasure. Having my ass be so ruined that a 9 inch cock doesn’t bother me with a mouth full of piss made me feel so degraded. He was so deep in my ass and eventually, I actually came. He had trained me before to cum from having my ass fucked.

He fucked my ass until he was close. He pulled out and turned me around. He came all over my face.

“Swallow.”

It took me a couple times but I managed to swallow all of his piss.

“Clean my cock”

I licked every inch of his cock. I then took my fingers and took every drop of cum off of my face and into my mouth.

I never made it to class that day. He decided I should drink as much piss as possible that day until I crave it.

[youareonlyholes]

What a good disgusting pisswhore

[hurt-me-harder-daddy]

Sexiest Things To Hear

“You look so much better on your knees with my cock down your throat”

“Shut up, stupid”

“This is all you’re good for”

“I’m gonna find a better whore and make you watch while she sucks my cock. It’s your fault for not being good enough”

“I don’t care if you want to or not, you will”

“Good girl”

“You’re too stupid to understand anything but cock anyway, so why even bother?”

“You should be able to cum from just my cock in your mouth”

“You wanna make daddy happy, don’t you little girl?”

“You’re mine”

“You are nothing but a toy for me to play with and stick my cock in”

“You’re pathetic”

“Beg for it, slut”

“Why isn’t my cock in your throat? Do I have to tell you everything? Dumb fucking whore”

“Be a good girl or I’ll have to get rid of you. You want me to keep you, don’t you little girl?”

“I can do whatever I want to you”

“Go ahead and cry and beg me to stop, it just makes my cock harder”

“You’re worthless”

“What’s the matter, you can’t breathe? Good, sluts like you don’t need to breathe”

“I own you, little girl”

🎀🎀🎀

[little-sophie98]

[goodgirlpls]

you can send me porn and make me touch myself to it if you’d like🥺

[kinksnchains72]

Sending you the grossest, most depraved porn imaginable and forcing you to get off to it no matter how disgusted you are. Until something in your brain breaks and the only way you can experience pleasure is from the most disgusting things

[twistedxxlogic]

She was scared and excited as she stood before the door and rang the doorbell. Having an online master was one thing. Putting her body into his hands was quite another. But she'd grown to trust him. He was terrifying but safe.

She was exhausted from 15 hours of travel and hoped he'd let her rest a bit before the sex stuff started. The tickets had been expensive; she had saved up. Fortunately she wouldn't need a hotel.

She heard footsteps. Then the door opened. She felt a bit dizzy. Finally in person, after all their fantasies. But he seemed angry. Frowning. Had she done something wrong? Maybe she was supposed to be kneeling.

When he spoke, it was contemptuous.

"You idiot. You were supposed to be here next week."

He slammed the door closed.

[owned-little-toy]

Once a month

I wonder how many girls that fantasize about rape have actually been raped.

Not CNC. Actually raped.

No safe words, no consent, just real tears, real pain, real anguish. To have my body be used while every fiber of my being is wanting to not be touched, just wanting to be left alone.

It's a place all too real for me. A place I've been over and over again since I was 14.

Back then I was taken there, forced to be there, and pulled back there time and time again.

Now I go there willingly.

But once I get there, the story is the same. Pain, tears, trauma.

The brain is a crazy thing. I can be edging to the last time I was raped one minute. Then Daddy will trigger me and five minutes later the thought of being raped just makes me physically ill.

All of a sudden I just want him to leave, I don't want to do this anymore. But it's too late. It's happening. I'm being pinned down and Daddy is forcing his way into me. Painfully stretching me. Bottoming out inside me.

Luckily, I'm still wet from edging just minutes ago. It doesn't matter if this was the exact scenario I was just fantasizing about. That's all gone now. Replaced by the lightning bolts of pain that radiates from my core every time my Dad accomplishes the impossible task of somehow pushing his entire length into my tiny body. Over and over again, faster and faster until he's brutally slamming into my cervix with each thrust.

Each burst of pain making me contract around him, rewarding him. Until suddenly I lose control of my body and my whole body pulses for him giving him the validation that my brain can't comprehend.

I know I'm having an orgasm, but I don't feel any sense of release or pleasure. These are the orgasms I'm still allowed to have. These don't really count because I really don't feel anything from them. My body knows that my orgasms are not for me, but for him.

Eventually, just like every other time, I'll get tired from the struggling and the crying. I quietly sob and pick something in my apartment and stare at it but not really seeing it, and I lose my sense of self. I become an object, just a set of holes meant for his cock to use.

My cervix gets numb from the abuse and the pain is no longer sharp bursts but a constant dull kind of pain.

I lie there, motionless, while he fucks my body like a Fleshlight, until either I cum again for him, which sets off new waves of crying, or until he gets what he needs from me and finishes.

This time, Daddy ended up raping three more orgasms from my tiny body. The last two chaining together. I could tell that my body is going through the motions of an orgasm, but I don't feel any of them. It's like I'm just clenching around him, but involuntarily.

My Dad cums inside me with my last orgasm then drags my head towards his cock and wipes himself clean with my hair before letting me go as I slump to the floor. Spent and used.

He leaves without saying a word to me. He know this is what I need. Anything he says in this moment, any aftercare he attempts will just make it worse. And he has made it worse before, purposely. But not this time.

I craw to the bathroom and throw up into the toilet, feeling his cum dripping from my swollen cunny, trickling down my thighs.

I curl up in the fetal position in bed and cry. I'll hardly be able to keep food down for the next 24 hours.

The fact that a couple days later I'll be getting off and edging to everything that just happened does not cross my mind in this moment. If you told me that right now I would not believe you. It just seems so impossible to me given how I feel right now.

We have sessions like this every month or so. If we go longer without it then it becomes this itch I need to scratch. And it's the same every time. I willingly sit in his lap knowing I'm about to be triggered. Then comes the panic attacks and then my mind does a complete 180, but it's too late. It's happening.

[hebitsukai-no-tamatebako]

[heinousarrogance1]

brining her into milk took months of work. Watching her diet, the right supplements, and re-arranging my shcdules to pump her tits for 15 minutes every four hours, then when she finally did start to produce, pumping her dry every session to increase her production. She hated the process. but I was relentless But now, like clockwork, her milk drops and she starts to every 4 hours. Sometimes she likes to try and hold off begging to be milked. But the humiliatin of her leaking udders always brings her around. in a few more moments I’ll hear those words I have come to love from her: “Please Master, milk your cow” She’s never stopped blushing when she says them It;s so adorable.

[daddybluesdominantthoughts]

@queergirrl’s future, after today’s revelation

[lobotomyxdoll]

Eventually all it will be able to do is moooo for relief!

[donotclose]

We need more girls who don't tell anyone when you rape them

[pupbdoll]

me btw

[twistedxxlogic]

“Is it clean?”

(gaslighting, toilet stuff)

“Sure it’s gleaming, but were you thorough? Every little corner?”

“And you cleaned it properly, right? Not some halfhearted swipes with a rag?”

“So you’re saying you did a good job? And you’re really finished now? Very well. Show me.”

“Don’t just look at me with that dumb face. Show me how clean it is.”

“Do I have to explain everything? Lick it.”

“You don’t want to? What the fuck is that about? You were just telling me it’s clean. Clean.“

“So were you lying? Are you now saying you didn’t do a good job after all? That it’s not clean? Remember the punishment for lying. Do I have to… no? Okay then. Go ahead.”

“I’m waiting. Go ahead.”

“Not like that. Lick it properly. Show me how clean it is.”

“That’s better. Long strokes. Put some effort into it.”

“Not just the outside, mind. There, under the edge. Lick there. And get your tongue up into that groove.”

“What, is that a problem?”

“You said you did every little corner, right? Wasn’t that right? Well, that’s a little corner. Lick it. Fucking lick it. I’m going to get cross with you if you don’t watch out.”

“There. Good. Don’t cry. You’re doing a good job. You’re doing great.”

“Yeah, we’re done now. It’s okay. You’re okay. You did good.”

“Except…”

“You cleaned the floor around it too, right? It’s not really gleaming like the rest though.”

“Oh dear. You said you were done, remember? Thorough. And then you just skip the floor part. Like it doesn’t matter. It gets filthy, you know.”

“Look, think about it. I would have come in here, tomorrow morning, sat here before I have my socks on, and you didn’t clean it? You didn’t clean the fucking floor where I put my feet? Does that sound right to you?”

“No, I’m very disappointed.”

“No don’t get the fucking sponge. You haven’t earned that. You don’t get to use the cleaning supplies as an afterthought, you fucking loafer. Get the fuck down. Get the fuck down on the floor.”

“That’s right. Now lick it. No I don’t care. Lick it clean. Yes I know you didn’t clean it. That’s the problem, stupid. You expected me to put my bare feet there, you can fucking put your tongue there too. Lick it the fuck clean.”

“That’s better. Call me when you’re done. And you’d better really mean done this time, sheesh.”

“No, it’s okay. You’re doing a good job now. You’re making up for it. We’ll be okay when you’re done, don’t worry.”

“And stop crying. It gets on my nerves.”

[twistedxxlogic]

Distant Memories (5)

(real story)

“Daddy, please…” she whimpered. Not very clearly, because her face was buried in the pillows. I was fucking her from behind, doggy style.

I’m never quite comfortable with that phrase, “doggy style”. I mean, sure, she’s my bitch in heat, but what does that make me? I’m not all that comfortable being compared to a rutting dog. It’s so dehumanizing and contemptuous.

So, anyway, I was fucking my girl from behind while she was in ass up head down position like a good little bitch, and I smacked her ass a couple of times with the hairbrush. “Please what?” I demanded.

“Please… please don’t let me cum, daddy,” she said in a tight little voice. Good girl. I’d been training her to say that when she was close, instead of begging for permission. After just a few days she was getting pretty consistent about it, though she still had that bad habit of just saying “please” without being specific.

“Give me your wrists,” I said. She put her wrists together on her back, and I grabbed one in each hand and I used them to pull myself harder into her on each thrust. Not cumming was her problem, I was having fun here, and I was not about to slow down just to make it easier on her. Making things easier on her wasn’t really part of our relationship anyway.

She was gasping and moaning very cutely, and I enjoyed alternating between pulling on her arms and using my hands and weight to press her head and shoulders down into the pillows. I like the power of this position, but at some point I start wanting to be face to face with her. I want the intimacy of looking in her eyes, the intimacy of telling her to kiss me, the intimacy of mauling her tits and watching her contort in pain, the intimacy of slapping her face when I tell her she’s just a piece of fuckmeat to me.

So I pulled out and turned her over and then I noticed she was acting oddly. She tried to curl up instead of spreading for me and was whining “daddy… daddy…”.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked. Usually when she’s just going “daddy” instead of telling me what’s up it means she has something to confess, so I skipped ahead a bit and I put my hand around her throat and said “Tell me.”

“Daddy… daddy, I cummed,” she said, almost in tears. She does so hate disappointing me. I can beat her up all day and she won’t cry, but as soon as she senses my disappointment she’s lost. I was amazed, though, because I hadn’t noticed her cum. She must have been a good girl about holding it down and not enjoying it. Still, orgasm is orgasm and we have a standard punishment for unauthorized ones.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” I said. “I’m not angry, we’ll take care of it. It’s going to be okay.”

I picked up one of the clothespegs from the nightstand, one of the more vicious ones (I like to keep a variety at hand), and carefully put it around her clit. She cried out when I released it and the full pressure crushed her little slutnubbin and the plentiful flesh around it. I like how meaty her clit hood is, it gives me plenty to work with down there.

“Daddy, daddy, please…” she whined. “Please what?” I demanded. I had to get her out of that habit of being nonspecific.

“Please don’t pull it off,” she begged. The standard punishment for accidental orgasms was to put a clamp on her clit and pull it off the hard way, without opening it. Usually she did this herself, but now that we were together I did it for her and she’d found out that it was much more painful that way. I made sure the clamp was seated firmly and I pulled very slowly, enjoying every millimeter of that journey of pain.

Even when doing it herself she’d told me it was the most pain she’d ever had, more than when she’d been in bone-breaking accidents. I could hardly imagine how much it hurt when I did it properly. I didn’t have to imagine, though, I could just look at her twist and scream and see for myself.

This time, though… “Don’t worry, baby, don’t worry. You couldn’t help it this time. I won’t pull it off.”

She relaxed a bit and smiled. I smiled back. Then I positioned my cock at the entrance to her hole and slowly slid into her until I felt the clamp press into my pubic area.

There’s nothing quite like a good hard fuck while the girl screams and writhes in pain under you. In the end I never did take the clamp off; it came loose on its own from all the pounding. Then she smiled happily when I put it back on for a second round, because I told her that this time it was just for fun and not a punishment.

She’s such a good girl. I’m very proud of her.

[twistedxxlogic]

“Is it clean?”

(gaslighting, toilet stuff)

“Sure it’s gleaming, but were you thorough? Every little corner?”

“And you cleaned it properly, right? Not some halfhearted swipes with a rag?”

“So you’re saying you did a good job? And you’re really finished now? Very well. Show me.”

“Don’t just look at me with that dumb face. Show me how clean it is.”

“Do I have to explain everything? Lick it.”

“You don’t want to? What the fuck is that about? You were just telling me it’s clean. Clean.“

“So were you lying? Are you now saying you didn’t do a good job after all? That it’s not clean? Remember the punishment for lying. Do I have to… no? Okay then. Go ahead.”

“I’m waiting. Go ahead.”

“Not like that. Lick it properly. Show me how clean it is.”

“That’s better. Long strokes. Put some effort into it.”

“Not just the outside, mind. There, under the edge. Lick there. And get your tongue up into that groove.”

“What, is that a problem?”

“You said you did every little corner, right? Wasn’t that right? Well, that’s a little corner. Lick it. Fucking lick it. I’m going to get cross with you if you don’t watch out.”

“There. Good. Don’t cry. You’re doing a good job. You’re doing great.”

“Yeah, we’re done now. It’s okay. You’re okay. You did good.”

“Except…”

“You cleaned the floor around it too, right? It’s not really gleaming like the rest though.”

“Oh dear. You said you were done, remember? Thorough. And then you just skip the floor part. Like it doesn’t matter. It gets filthy, you know.”

“Look, think about it. I would have come in here, tomorrow morning, sat here before I have my socks on, and you didn’t clean it? You didn’t clean the fucking floor where I put my feet? Does that sound right to you?”

“No, I’m very disappointed.”

“No don’t get the fucking sponge. You haven’t earned that. You don’t get to use the cleaning supplies as an afterthought, you fucking loafer. Get the fuck down. Get the fuck down on the floor.”

“That’s right. Now lick it. No I don’t care. Lick it clean. Yes I know you didn’t clean it. That’s the problem, stupid. You expected me to put my bare feet there, you can fucking put your tongue there too. Lick it the fuck clean.”

“That’s better. Call me when you’re done. And you’d better really mean done this time, sheesh.”

“No, it’s okay. You’re doing a good job now. You’re making up for it. We’ll be okay when you’re done, don’t worry.”

“And stop crying. It gets on my nerves.”

[twistedxxlogic]

Forever

(nc, denial, mutilation)

“Hold on, babygirl, you can do it.” I held her hand. She clenched back hard. She was sweating all over, her soft skin shining in the dim light. She was panting and gasping. “Oh please oh please Daddy I can’t I can’t”. But I had faith in her.

She was strapped down just the way I like: arms out of the way, boobies out, legs spread obscenely wide. The Clitmaster was busy between her legs. She shook her head madly, princess curls sticking to her face. I brushed them away.

When I said Clitmaster I didn’t just mean the device, though the Clitmaster-5 is a work of pure art and genius. I meant the actual genius sat between her legs, frowning in concentration, wielding the device he had invented with skill and delicate care. I was very grateful he’d agreed to do this for me.

My girl had been fighting to hold back her orgasm for half an hour now. She knew I wanted her to hold out, but I hadn’t told her anything else, and I’d made sure there were no clocks visible for her. I wanted this anguished state to be her whole life in this moment. Let it be like forever.

Her clit had been prepped for special attention today. Her outer lips had been spread wide and tight, and the little hood had been clamped out of the way, to let the sensitive little nubbin stick up proudly. Her hips had been strapped down so hard that she couldn’t move them at all, couldn’t move her clit away from its tormentor. It was an utterly helpless target for the Clitmaster’s attentions.

I was proud of her for holding out. It can’t have been easy. I’d been training her to be clitoral only for a few years already, and I’d gotten her to the point where I could safely fuck her for several hours and she still couldn’t cum from it (I tested that with a machine once; I’m not that athletic).

But after a fuck like that, you can stroke a feather over her clit and she’ll squirt all over the place. It was magnificent. It’s a good thing I had it on video, because I was on a denial kick now and I wasn't letting her orgasm anymore. I really loved how she looked and felt when she was so horny and so hungry for release all the time. I’d told her that this was the big test of her denial training, and I knew she wouldn’t disappoint me.

I really was proud of her, too. I watched her for another hour, writhing and shuddering and biting her lip bloody. I carefully wiped away the blood drops and put some soothing ointment on her lips, then kissed her. We looked eye to eye for a while, with her holding absolutely still for it. It was magical, a perfect moment. She teared up, started crying full out. “Oh Daddy I don’t think I can do it I’m sorry I’m so sorry”.

I brushed her cheeks. “Hush, sweetling. I know you can. You’re going to make Daddy proud. You’re so lovely right now, I want you to be this lovely forever. Please, buttercup, do it for me.”

She nodded, bit her lip again and sniffled and tried to concentrate. I love her “concentration” face, it’s so different and so precious at the same time. I stroked her gently, starting from her forehead and the little places I know she likes – earlobes, one side of her nose, below her lips. Her comfort places.

I moved down, stroking the sides of her neck, below her collarbone, the tops of her little breasts. Her nipples were standing rock hard but I left them alone, the poor girl was suffering enough. I took a damp towel and dabbed the sweat from her face and body, then I took her hand again for encouragement.

When we neared the two hour mark I looked at the Clitmaster again and he nodded. We were ready, she was ready. I cupped her cheek, firmly because she was shaking her head again, and kissed her on the lips. “Hold on just a bit more, sweetie, you’re almost there. I’m so proud of you.” That look in her eyes, that alone made it worth it.

I picked up the syringe from where it had been waiting, and bent over her tummy to look between her legs. Her clit was huge, swollen and red. The Clitmaster stayed on the other side of it while I carefully injected the numbing agent. My little girl moaned as the needle went in. When I was done, I quickly moved out of the way so that the stimulation could continue.

The numbing agent spread quickly, and she was first relieved, then confused. She took a deep breath, the first easy breath she’d had in two hours. The Clitmaster was still buzzing away. “Daddy? I… I can’t feel anything?”.

I unclipped one wrist and took her whole hand between mine. “That’s right, cupcake. Your little clitty doesn’t work anymore. We’re testing to make sure. Do you feel nothing at all?”

She shook her head. “It’s just… I can feel it, you know, in my bones. The buzzing. But nothing else. But… but why, Daddy? I’m scared.”

I squeezed her hand. “I want to deny you forever, darling. I want to keep you just this way. Your clitty is still there but it doesn’t work anymore. Not ever again. Congratulations, babygirl. For two hours you’ve resisted your very last chance of ever having orgasm. And you did it all for me.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

[twistedxxlogic]

I want to breed a girl but she's not worthy of my own seed. Too slutty.

So I go to a nearby brothel and rummage through their garbage bins, collecting used condoms.

I tell her to go on her back with her legs spread and her cunt in the air, a nicely humiliating position.

I have her hold herself open while I empty all the condoms into her. It's always nice to make them participate in what I do to them.

I let her suck all the condoms clean, too. Not because they need to be clean. I'm throwing them away anyway.

Then I tape her cunt shut to make sure it all stays inside. I'll tell her to stay in position for an hour or two as well.

I might fuck her mouth while I'm waiting, so I don't have to hear her complain.