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Adorable when it struggles
Stop fucking struggling, stupid. It’s going to happen one way or another. You’re not going to like what I’ll do to you if I have to put in anymore effort.
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It's deeply humbling for a girl to experience how her man can pick her up with ease and use his superior strength to beat her ass.
Nothing she does can stop him from doing as he wants and she doesn't. She is completely in his hands and under his authority.
Gradually she will learn that it is better to gracefully submit to a spanking and to cooperate in her own humiliation and chastisement, than to show such an embarrassingly futile display of childish willfulness.
How stupid can a woman be?
Teasing and humiliating the man she just got married to.
Luckily her husband won't accept that disrespectful treatment by her, and put her in her place right on the spot.
I guess she's in for a few very painful months, if she doesn't learn to behave quickly.
Don't make fun of your superiors.
That’s the natural order - Man gets the bed - Cunt gets the floor
Still, she is wearing too much! strip her down to only a thong or naked. Its wrong to keep it clothed
Imagine you cheat on me so often and with such younger and sexier girls that you're no longer able to get it up for me. You start to get hard imaging another woman but when you try to fuck me, you go soft every time.
I cry myself to sleep every night after we try to have sex. Then I wake up in the middle of the night to the bed shaking and soft moaning noise. I look over and realize you are furiously jacking off while watching a video of you fucking a tiny blonde girl. You grunt her name as you cum in your hand.
Then you glance over and see that I'm awake so you smear your cum all over my face and in my hair and laugh. "Go take a shower, I can't sleep next to you with your face looking like that, it's disgusting"
I take a bath instead, trying to calm my nerves while crying hysterically. You'll never want me again. I'm ruined.
You enter the bathroom. "I may as well take a piss while I'm already up" you start to piss in my bathwater before you see my crying face and laugh. You redirect the stream right into my eyes and laugh harder when I close them and try to shield my face from your rancid piss. "dumb cunt" you say, before leaving and slamming the bathroom door shut behind you.
When I reenter the bedroom, you're jacking off again. "Go sleep on the couch, seeing your fat body is making me soft"
Anonymous: Ik ur more into huge monsters but. Imagine you're a fairy smaller than a pinky. A guy finds you may not be a monster but he's huge compared to you. You can't struggle as he grips you tight and brings you home. Somehow forcing most of his cock into you, agitated that he can't get it all to fit. He pounds into you ruthlessly using you like a fuckdoll. When he finally pulls out and you're laying on his hand a quivering mess. You think everything is alright until he is shoving into you again.
Ohhhh, this sounds so nice…being so small, so helpless, so completely at the mercy of the pervert who wanted to use my tiny body. I would be a literal sleeve for his cock, stretching impossibly to accomodate him, my body molding around him - even if he were average or below-average size for a human, it’s not hard to fill me, considering just how small I am. He probably wouldn’t even be able to hear my yelling and moaning because I’m so small, and because he’d be too preoccupied to listen or care about my comfort.
When he came, it would be like cumming into a condom, and I would be filled so much that my belly would be the same size as the rest of my body. He pulls out, and I’m laying there, exhausted, while his cum gushes out of me and into the palm of his hand. I think he might be taking a break, and I thank the Fairy Queen for that - but I thought wrong, and he forces his cock back into me as soon as I’m empty. He uses more force than last time, frustrated, and manages to fit me all the way onto his cock, which is bigger than my entire body, leaving me just a living fleshlight. The rest of my body looks ridiculous with my midsection distended so enormously, just a tiny fairy hanging off of someone’s cock. He grabs me around the middle and ruthlessly jerks of using my body, and I’m in so much simultaneous pleasure and pain that I pass out before he cums again.
When I wake up, I find myself slumped against the side of a jar with holes poked into the lid for air - too small for me to escape. Even if they were big enough, though, it wouldn’t be of any use. The entire bottom of the jar is coated with a layer of thick cum that goes up to my waist when sitting, and my wings are so gunked up that there’s no chance that I would be able to fly anytime soon. My midsection is still bloated with the cum that couldn’t come out on its own, and I reach down to feel at my hole - I can more than easily slide my own fist inside. I moan, simultaneously terrified and turned on…but more turned on than terrified, surrounded by cum on all sides and completely at the mercy of someone who can turn me into a literal cocksleeve.
After a couple of weeks of serving as your roommate’s personal maid and sex doll, he sets some new ground rules.
From now on you will pay the full rent and utilities. All your free time is spent serving him anyhow so it shouldn’t make a difference. He went ahead and opened a few credit cards in your name to cover any extra expenses like groceries or anything he wants to buy for himself.
You will still work your full time job but when you go to work he only lets you wear your work clothes and a chastity belt. No underwear.
Since you are his object now you don’t need a bedroom! He’ll throw away all your possessions and your new “room” is the floor of his closet.
You want your freedom but you don’t think you deserve it. Being his live-in maid and fuck doll gives you a purpose and you need someone to direct your every move.
Now your days look like this :
Your full time job is the most freedom you have in your life. You are meek and submissive in your customer support role and everyday having upset customers scream at and belittle you is what you know you deserve. Your roommate requires you to be plugged and wear a remote control vibrator under your chastity so he can absentmindedly play with you all day.
After work you get into your car. You drive to the grocery store and before you go in, as required, you put on a ball gag and a face mask to hide it. Your hair is long enough to cover the straps. Your schedule is the same so he knows when you’re grocery shopping and he’s extra mean—turning the vibrator to full blast in an effort to make you squirm and maybe even achieve orgasm in a busy public space. Luckily since it’s a busy time no one in the store hears the loud buzzing inside of you.
Once you get home you come in the apartment and put the groceries away. After that’s done, you take a shower and put on your maid uniform— black stockings and a white sheer apron. Part of your routine is to service your roommate as soon as you’re home. He’s playing call of duty with his friends so you sink to your knees in between his legs, take out his dick, and suck him sloppily until he cums down your throat. He doesn’t acknowledge you at all.
You clear your throat to softly ask to be taken out of chastity. He rolls his eyes hard and shoos you away.
“Dinner first”
You sigh, putting the gag back on, hoping to be free from being filled and stimulated all day. Accepting your fate, you walk to the kitchen and prepare a hot dinner for your roommate. After an hour and a half of cooking, you present his meal to him at the coffee table where he’s still playing games. It is your job to kneel beside him and wait until he has finished eating, and to then take his plate.
He takes his sweet time to finish, making you kneel in silence, staring at the ground, for nearly an hour. Your knees ache after working all day and doing errands and chores. He doesn’t care. You linger after collecting his plate, hoping he will remember his command. He ignores you for ten minutes before ripping off his headset.
“What do you want?” He growls, making you look down. He’s told you that eye contact is not allowed.
“M-m-may I please be released from chastity, sir?” You beg, voice so quiet that it can barely be heard.
He rolls his eyes again and throws his controller on the couch behind him.
“To my room. Now.” He commands, and you run quickly in front of him. In his room, he pushes you onto the floor on your back. You groan but try to stifle it, he doesn’t like when you make noise unless he tells you to. He opens his side table drawer and fishes out a ring of keys
He kneels above you and begins to try the keys on your lock. After five keys, you see the one you know belongs to your chastity belt. He pretends it doesn’t work, barely fitting it in the hole, tracing it around the outside of the lock.
“Oh no, it doesn’t fit. I guess I lost it. You’ll be okay for a few days, you’re annoying me anyways. I’ll unlock you when I need to use you.” He says monotonously. You whine and go to protest but he flips you on your stomach and ties your hands and feet together.
“You’re pretty dirty so I think I know where to store you until I want to use you.” He drags you over to his closet doors. He opens them up, dumps out his dirty laundry basket and then puts you in it. You try to squirm around and get out but without your hands and feet it’s hard. He laughs at you struggling before he starts piling the dirty clothes back on top of you.
It reeks of dirty socks, sweaty sweatpants and cum rags. He pushes it down hard to make sure you can’t move around much. You can barely breathe with the gag in and all the dirty clothes you’re encased in.
You feel him turn the vibrator up to max power and you groan loudly.
“Okay, you stay there in your room for a bit. I’m gonna be busy for a while, you should be fine! Just call me if you need anything.” He laughs cruelly before closing the closet doors, and you hear him walk away, close the door to his room. In utter darkness, you can hear nothing but the muffled sounds of him yelling in his gaming headset and your own gagged moans as you’re forced to cum over and over again, smothered by dirty clothes and abandoned in a closet until you’re useful to him again.
You put your hand up against your husbands. Giggling at how much bigger his hand was than yours. You made a silly little joke about how it didn't mean he was stronger.
"Lets test that theory. If you are equally as strong, your smaller hand should concentrate the force. My bigger hand should spread it out. Thus you slapping me should hurt me more. Go ahead, I will give you first shot." His tone shifting towards the end. Not slapping and not getting slapped are not options for you.
Your husband leans down so you can get a good shot. And you put everything you have into that slap. It's loud and his head turns ten degrees. But his face doesn't change expression. When he slaps you, it's hard enough to spin you around. Your head dizzy and buzzing as you try to remember what happened before.
"Well if you weren't a stupid bitch before, you are now." His hand grabbing your hair close to the scalp before dragging you towards the bedroom.
Pain is integral to a woman’s existence. Giving birth is painful. Periods are painful. Taking dick is painful. Women were built for pain. They were put on this earth as pretty little breeding tools. Their purpose is to get fucked and procreate, nothing more, nothing less. So don’t feel bad when she cries in bed with you. Don’t worry about how she feels when you choke her, when you slap her, when you punch her in the stomach, when you kick her as she crawls on bruised knees for you. Don’t feel an ounce of remorse when she squirms as you empty your seed in her cunt. Just enjoy all of it. Just let the pleasure consume you, and don’t give a fuck about how she feels. Remember, she was born for this.
Becoming a Bitch
I take deep breath. This is it. The culmination of all my training. Slowly breaking down every barrier over time. Forcing myself to accept the truth of my biology. There is no going back now. I open the door.
He’s standing there. Balding and a bit stocky, but well built. Large hands. Standing confidently. His expression is serious, calculating. I notice he doesn’t even look at my face first, but rather the sheer semi-transparent robe he bought for me for this occasion. My nipples peak against the fabric.
He steps inside, closing the door behind him. He finally looks into my eyes and—his hand pushes through the robe opening and lands between my legs.
“Hello, cunt.” His tone is business-like, formal. It is our first time meeting in person, after all. But he’s made his expectations for me clear.
I part my legs a little so that his hand can completely cover my pussy. I ache to push against it but I know I have to wait. I force myself to meet his gaze. “The bitch is ready,” I reply, my voice shaking just a little.
He nods curtly, gives my pussy a light squeeze, then drops his hand. I barely hold back a groan of disappointment as the pressure against my vulva vanishes.
“Good,” he says. He drops a large bag at his side. It clanks. He strides over to the large armchair dominating my living room and sits down. He rests one foot over the opposite knee and folds his hands in his lap, as if he’s entering a business meeting. In a way, he is.
“Show me.” A shiver runs up my spine at the command. Obediently, I take my place before him. I take a wide stance so the robe parts just above my bare cunt. I arch my back to make my breasts strain at the cloth. I haven’t touched my own sensitive parts except to clean in months, since I met him online. So instead of touching my nipples to show him, I shake my breasts once, hard.
“My nipples are engorged with blood,” I point out as my tits sway.
He nods thoughtfully. “That’s a sign of your heat, it’s natural.”
I swallow. I can feel my heart start to beat faster. This is really happening. “My cunt is wet,” I add, thrusting my hips forward to show him. I can feel moistness on my pussy lips.
He leans forward slightly to examine my vulva. “So it is,” he agrees. He leans back again and looks at me, evaluating. I feel like I’m in a classroom, taking an oral exam before a professor. “Why is that?”
My breath catches slightly as I feel the warmth between my legs spread. It’s as if my cunt knows we’re talking about it.
“It’s lubricating itself,” I answer, keeping my voice as steady and calm as possible. “It’s getting ready to be penetrated.”
He nods approvingly. It makes my skin tingle. “That’s right,” he says. “Cunts start lubricating in the presence of cock.” His matter-of-fact tone makes me squirm internally. This is so much more exposing than play acting as a giggly bimbo—no judgment intended. This is me at my smartest and most able. No pretense.
“Cunts react instinctively to cock,” I agree. I look down at my crotch, thrust forward lewdly. “It’s starting to clench.”
The man nods again. “It’s warming up now. It’s practicing milking my seed.”
I feel a hot flush creep up my neck. I’m sure it’s obvious. I have to keep going, though. “It’s twitching rhythmically. The exact frequency best suited to stimulate a cock.”
The man pushes himself to his feet and starts circling me. I stay still in position, hips thrust forward and my back arched, forcing my breasts out and up. “Isn’t it something,” he muses from behind me. His breath is hot on my neck. “Your biology evolved for this exact purpose.”
I swallow again, hard. “The reactions of my body prove the purpose of its design,” I admit.
He finishes circling, and stands directly in front of me. I can see the front of his pants is tented. The bulge almost touches my bare pussy. He leans forward so that our noses almost touch. “What are you?” he whispers, breath tingling on my lips.
I force myself to meet his eyes. It’s about to start. “I’m a cunt.” My voice is flat, factual, but the heat in my body is immediate. I feel flushed all over. My pussy clenches down hard as if to confirm my statement.
He finally smiles. “That’s right. You’re a cunt.”
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Minutes later, I’m laying spreadeagled on my bed, fully bare. The man takes his time, walking around me and pointing out various aspects of my arousal as we discuss the natural consequences of my biology. It’s clinical, detached. This is what I needed. I needed to acknowledge the cold, hard facts of my inferiority to a man.
He finally strips and positions himself on top of me, his erect cock brushing gently against my hole. I can feel it’s soaked now. My thighs are wet with cunt juice. He studies my face while he drags his cock lightly against my pussy lips. “You’re about to be bitched,” he states, making me shudder. “How does that feel.”
I again meet his gaze. My voice is shaky with arousal. “I feel embarrassed,” I admit. He nods, indicating I should continue. “I feel ashamed that my existence comes down to this. Spreading my legs to take cock.”
He rests a hand on my cheek as if to comfort me. “It is embarrassing,” he agrees. His cock rests directly on top of my clit. “Coming to realize that you’re a breathing sex toy has to be humiliating for you.”
I nod wordlessly. He gropes one of my tits hard. “Cunts exist to drain cum. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
I finally groan, the weight of my shame too much to bear. “I exist to drain cum,” I whisper, humiliated.
“Louder, bitch.” His voice takes on a dangerous tone.
I look him right in the eyes and I state what we both know. “I’m a fucking cunt and my purpose is to milk semen out of cocks.”
He nods, satisfied, and impales me.
I’ve had sex before but nothing like this. My entire body twitches as he enters me. I moan again. He starts thrusting, slowly and deliberately. “Clench your cunt in time with my thrusts, bitch,” he orders. I obey. It’s easy because that’s exactly what my pussy wants to do. It’s following its nature.
“This is what a woman is to a man,” the man using me says. He looks down at our meshed biology and my eyes follow. I’m impaled on his cock. Bitched. “This is as natural to you as breathing.”
I keep clenching rhythmically. “This is what it means to be a woman,” I agree. “My pussy needs this.”
“Your what?” The question is sharp, biting.
“My bitch pussy,” I correct myself. “My cumdrain needs this.” He grunts in satisfaction.
We continue in silence for a few minutes, him rutting into me while I passively take it, keeping my cunt clenched in time with his thrusts. We’re both reveling in the truth of this moment. The apex of men’s relationship to and ownership of cunts.
“I’m going to cum in your bitch pussy,” he says abruptly. He starts driving into me harder. “I’m about to mark your cunt walls with my seed.”
I gasp, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Once he cums in me, it’s final. I’m forever his cunt. I groan and bounce my breasts at the shame of it.
“That’s it, cunt,” he pants, fucking me open. “Jiggle your cow udders while I cum. Cross your eyes and drool, you stupid bitch.”
I do it. I cross my eyes, let my tongue loll out of my mouth, and bounce my udders hard. “That’s it, keep going,” he grunts. He stops briefly and I see him reach over for his phone on the side table. He puts it in my hand and tells me to film myself while he cums in me. He says he wants to make me watch it later. He wants me to cum over and over again to how stupid I look being bitched.
I hold the phone out so it captures my bouncing udders and my stupid bitch face. I look right at the camera and grunt like an animal, pasting the ahegao look on my features.
“Just remember how stupid you felt during your first breeding,” he whispers in my ear as he cums. I can feel his semen enter me, the warmth spreading in my bitch pussy. This is how every female should be impregnated, I think, as the pure humiliation of the moment drives me over the edge. I cum on his cock.
We lay there motionless for a few minutes. His cock twitches inside of me, emptying cum. My cunt pulses gently, as if savoring every drop. I stare vacantly at the camera, my eyes still crossed. A bit of drool traces its way down my face. I’m his bitch now.
You love him? Stupid bitch. I guess you can't help it when your cunt's soaked from being a literal footrest.
you knew I'd had a bad day before I came home. The texts were few and the tone was short. It wasn't your fault, but it was your problem.
I slammed the car door. Not violently, but with a firm force that was wholly unnecessary. The foreshadowing was evident. The mood was written in the tenseness of My biceps and My clenched jaw beset by a row of grinding teeth.
you heard the key in the lock and took your place. Kneeling, head bowed, you waited on the tiled kitchen floor. It was cold, but that would be the least of the next hour's discomforts.
I marched into the kitchen, saw you, and paused. Everything I'd been holding onto stared at your invitation to let it go...right into you. I took a deep breath, steeling Myself and sucking the very air out of the quiet room. I held it in silence as the refrigerator's quiet hum and the surprisingly loud ticking from the wall clock in the next room commanded the room.
Then I let it, and Myself, go.
The moment was swift and minimal, but powerful. The wave of My frustration and anger poured over you, snatching you by your ponytail and somehow carrying your weight effortlessly with it. you were aware, somewhat, of your legs and hands scrambling to keep up as you were dragged and thrown into the living room.
you found your face pressed into the couch cushion, your body bent over the armrest and your panties pulled aside? Ripped? No, shredded from your ass to allow Me access. you couldn't breath. Between the cushion covering your face and nose and your diaphragm crushed against the armrest, you couldn't even gasp. I was inside you, but you couldn't enjoy it. Not that your enjoyment was the point. Even I wasn't enjoying this. This was primal and unhinged, sexual violence for the sake of violence, not for the sake of sex.
your vision blurred and you heard My ragged breathing quicken and felt Me swell, but the room went black before you could feel Me finish.
you woke to the sun lower than it had been seemingly moments before. I was seated at the kitchen table, watching the hummingbirds at the feeder and drinking some tea.
you straightened your dress and fixed your hair, checked your makeup in the mirror, and came to see Me. I gave you a kiss on the cheek, and you kissed My forehead long and slow, letting our connection reestablish itself.
you started dinner with a smile on your face. Any bad day that you can banish for Me, is a good day for you.
i can’t lie. there’s something about a man who doesn’t “talk it out.”. I want a man who sees me step out of line and loses it.
dinner’s late? he snaps.
i mouth off? he shuts it down.
kids too loud, house a mess, i forget my place for two seconds and he makes sure i remember. Preferably with his fists.
can’t decide what I love more
Daddy pounding my tight little hole not caring that it’s wrong or that its ouchie
or Daddy desperately bouncing me on his cock saying ‘sorry baby girl sorry daddy needs this. I just need to use your princess parts, just this once’
If a man ever calls me a fucking bitch in this tone, I immediately know I’m going to let him do anything to me
A proper slap resets that simple little whore brain, and gets ride of that useless self respect horseshit.
I love the patronizing, patient pats on the ass as he tells me, “It’s okay, honey, you’re just a girl.” I also rly like the image of him stepping on my head to keep me pressed down into a puddle of piss as he barks at me to “lick it up, you worthless cunt.” But u kno what’s rly good? Blending the two. A beautiful combo of benevolent and aggressive sexism 🥰
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In a voice sugar sweet with condescension: “Now, I need you to listen closely so that you can understand what I’m saying, okay honey? I’ll slow it down to cunt speed for you, otherwise it might hurt your little head and you might get confused again. So here: you are going to crawl up to the toilet on all fours like the stupid bitch you are, and you’re going to put your head into the bowl.”
“Like, in the water or just put it in?”
“Yes, sweetness, in the water. You’re so cute, why would I tell you to put your head in the toilet if I didn’t want your face to touch the toilet water?”
“Uhhh—”
“It’s okay, you don’t have to answer that. You don’t have to think about it at all. Remember, baby, we agreed that your thinking doesn’t do anyone a lot of good. I’ll tell you when I want you to try and think so I can laugh at you, but otherwise, you don’t need to worry about it, because you’re a brainless little cunt. You’re my brainless little cunt, and all brainless cunts have to do to survive — and really, honey, it’s all you can do — is what I say. So when I tell you to stick your head in the toilet and gargle my piss, what are you going to do?”
“.....”
“I’ll give you a hint: I just said it.”
“I’m gonna stick my head in the toilet and gargle your piss?”
“Very good! Aw, look at you, Daddy’s little genius leaking herself stupid on the floor.” She blushed, because, as if this wasn’t humiliating enough, she was incredibly wet.
“Alright, honey, go ahead.”
He lifts the toilet seat up for her like a gentleman and she crawls forward. Doggishly, she sticks out her tongue and leans into the bowl, then gingerly he places the seat on her head and leans back to watch her.
He notices her just hanging there, not putting her face in the piss-filled water. He sighs.
“You really can’t do anything, can you?” Leaning down, he quickly lifts the seat up, grips his hand in the hair at the back of her head and plunges her face into the piss.
“Theeere you go, good girl!” Her back end wiggled uselessly as she tried to pull herself out. She heard him laughing. She shook her head around in the piss, trying to let up his grip, she opened her mouth without thinking and instantly winced at the acrid taste of urine flooding her mouth. Sputtering, swallowing, accidentally inhaling it through her nose, all as he watched her pathetic animal struggling with intense amusement. Finally, though, he realized she wasn’t catching on, and he pulled her head out of the water, her wet, red face sputtering even more as air hit her lungs. She coughed, and piss dribbled out.
“Sweetheart, did you forget everything I just told you?” He asked, sounding disappointed but sympathetic. “I know, it’s so hard for you, everything is hard and big and scary for a cunt like you — believe me, I understand. But listen, did you know that this is what girls are for?”
She stared at him with her mouth open, still catching up with her breathe, drool still dripping down her chest. He grinned at the sight of her.
“It’s true! This is one of those few things that are in your God-given wheelhouse. You’re not very smart, princess. You’re actually really fucking stupid, and it’s not often that you stumble across something that you can do better than men. That’s just impossible. When I tell you to do something, it’s because I know your skill set, I know the kinds of things that you’re capable of — it’s why Daddy has you train your throat, and wear pretty makeup, and he buys you so many nice things, because there are things you’re good at it, and things you’re not good at, just like everybody else! I mean, I couldn’t do what you’re doing. I couldn’t put my head into a full toilet of someone’s piss the way you can, the way I know you can. You can do this because you’re a girl and because I told you to, so it’s the most natural thing in the world for you. You’re incredible, sweetheart, such a talented, incredible, piss-gargling whore, so be proud of yourself! Have fun!”
She was staring at him with stars in her eyes, and he smiled kindly, reaching out to pat her cheek.
“Now, I’ll still put your head in for you, because that seemed to help last time. And when your face gets into my piss, I want you to wallow in it, I want you to have the time of your life, because this is exactly what you’re for, okay cunt?” She nodded happily, and and he wove his fingers into her hair again.
“Oh, and when Daddy flushes the toilet on you, and you feel something going into your ass, just keep having fun.”
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