You cannot be a Dom if you do not despise and disavow all misogyny and bigotry. You cannot be a Dom if you support misogynistic politicians, organizations, movements, or podcasters. You cannot be a Dom without proactively fighting for women's liberation and standing up for the rights of others. You cannot be a Dom if you are also a bootlicking authoritarian or conservative.
i feel like i just need to remind everyone that i’m absolutely 100% for women, trans, and gay rights.
all of this is kink to me and should be to you cus i got some real fucked up things here. if you can’t respect ppl outside the bedroom you don’t deserve anything from them inside the bedroom.
i may say i wanna be raped, groped, made a fleshlight, etc, but if anyone EVER did that to me or anyone else outside of kink your getting blocked, reported, your ancestors cursed, and punched in the face if i can
so bigots, misogynists and basically anyone who doesn’t understand that a whore can also be the smartest person in the room when they want to be GET OUT!!!
My body doesn’t function properly on its own; I need to be told what to do and how to do it; I need to have my decisions made for me; I need to be controlled in every way.
I want a Superior Man to watch porn on TV and make me cockwarm Him the whole time with my mouth and throat, drooling all over him. Whenever He needs to piss, he doesn't bother getting up he just pees down my throat. Whenever He gets hard He can tap my head to order me to give Him a blowjob or He can grab my hair and roughly fuck the shit out of my skull.
Make sure I'm edging my clit constantly while you're using my throat so that my pussy stay wet for you to use as lube when you rape my tight little ass later that night. Cum in my ass and then plug me and make me cockwarm you with my mouth when we go to sleep at night...well...when He goes to sleep soundly, while I struggle to sleep or not. Wake me up to a morning piss on my tongue, and let the torment begin again...
bending a sub over so their full aching bladder is pressed against the edge of a table or counter, holding them there and feeling them squirm. grinding against them so they press against the counter more, moaning and shivering from the pressure on their bladder. teasing their parts from behind, feeling them leak and throb. knowing they can't hold themselves because they need their hands to hold onto the counter.
A big fantasy of mine is to get strapped up in front of a camera. I can't move, and there's a toy attached to a machine in front of me. My legs are spread.
Above me, I can see two screens. There's a pretty pink spiral on the main one directly in my view. On the second screen is a spiral and a stream chat.
The camera turns on, and a livestream starts. I am being broadcasted to thousands of strangers.
Someone in the chat donates $5. The timer starts counting down 5 minutes. The machine in front of me whirrs to life, pushing a large dildo into my pussy. It thrusts in and out of me slowly, as I gasp and moan and struggle against my binding.
At the end of the 5 minutes, the machine stops and I'm able to regain some of my composure. But only for a moment. Another donation comes in, the timer resetting itself. The machine starts fucking me again.
Images flash on the spiralling screen and I stare at it. I don't know why I want to watch it, but I do. Soon enough, I'm a drooling, stupid mess, getting fucked on and off for who knows how long.
Donation after donation floods the stream, the timer unable to hit zero before another donation resets it.
How long have I been fucked by this machine now? An hour? 10 hours? A day, a week?
The stream milks orgasm after orgasm out of me. What ever protest I was making has now melted into sweet, loud moans. I'm not even aware I'm begging for more.
After countless more orgasms, I've lost the ability to speak. I just smile and moan, cumming over and over and over again.
Finally, the donations slow down. The machine slows to a stop one last time, not that I'm aware of it. The last of my audience witnesses someone walk into view of the camera, and clip a collar around my neck. This is my new life
Are you having a bad day? Aww I'm sorry, would sitting between two competitive dommes who take turns touching you, each trying to make your brain melt more than the other, make you feel better?
There is never enough boob groping. Just do it whenever. Wherever. In public? Yes. While I'm busy? Yes. On a voice call with friends? Yes. Never stop randomly groping my tits ok?
Grope her tits, grab her ass. Slid your hand down her yoga pants and finger the slut in public, in the supermarket. Make everyone around know that they are your property
Make me hold my pee until i cant anymore. Make me drink water on camera for you until i beg you no more! Make me insert stuff into my pvssy so that the pressure is higher. Make me push down on my bladder until i cry and beg for it to stop. Until i cant hold it and end up peeing myself. And then punish me and do it all over again >.<
I dream of the day where my man comes home after a long day at work and locks a gag on me as soon as he comes through the door because he wants a quiet night. Then after dinner he puts over his knee for a spanking to relieve some frustration
big busted bimbo reader getting fucked filthy by a bunch of old perv grandpas
Golf Club Buddies
Content: NSFW, (F-Reader x Multiple Old Males), Dubcon, Gangbang
You loved your job at the golf club. Barely having to do any work, you mostly got to tease old geezers. Your 'uniform' was some preppy sneakers, a pink visor, hair in a high ponytail, an impossibly short tennis skirt that your ass cheeks just happened to spill out of, and a tight polo tee with the chest buttons undone to show off your cleavage. Whether it was flirting while being their bag caddie on the golf cart, or bending over to flash your tits as you cleared tables in the restaurant, you loved the attention. It made you feel so sexy and powerful how these seniors would oogle at your body with no chance in hell of ever laying a finger on it.
Today your boss told you to handle a group that had rented one of the private rooms. Get them food, drinks, and keep them happy. Simple enough.
As soon as you entered the room the four wrinkled men stopped their conversation to size you up. You awkwardly smiled and introduced yourself, but they remained silent. Stepping closer you asked if they wanted to order any food or drink. They gave each other an odd look and nodded before one of them finally spoke up, pointing to a menu item to ask about. You stepped beside him to better read what he was showing you. In the blink of an eye he grabbed your wrist tightly.
"Hey! Let go!"
Another grabbed your other arm. The final two stood, one heading to the door locking it, and the other stepping behind you. He kicked you behind your knees, causing you to crumble to the floor. You twisted to look back up at him.
"What's the big ide-" A fancy cloth napkin was stuffed into your mouth, effectively shutting you up. The man who had kicked you loomed above, his shadow engulfing your tiny form. His friends keep restraining your arms as he undid his khaki pants, sliding them off along with his underwear.
Panicking you squirmed and flailed, but these old dudes were still stronger than you. The man above you crouched down, catching your legs from your frantic kicks. His veiny cock bobbed as he folded you in half, your ankles meeting your ears. You sobbed at the burning stretch in the underside of your legs.
He dragged his cock head through your young puffy folds. His stern eyes were glued to your perfect pussy. Muffled pleas tumbled out your mouth as he lined up with your entrance. Savouring your tightness he sunk in slowly.
It hurt at first, taking his thick girthy cock. Squatted over you he bottomed out, his white wiry pubes brushing against your mound. He gave a satisfied huff then slowly slid back out. His hold on your calves became bruising as he dove in again, sharp deep thrusts driving you crazy. You whimpered as the old pervert ravaged you in the meanest mating press you'd ever experienced.
His buddies grew antsy for some action too. Your tits were pulled out of your top, roughly fondled by their crusty calloused hands. One of them knelt down beside you to messily suck on your nipple. Disgusted with yourself, you had to admit that this felt amazing.
Your unhappy yelps turnt into uncontrollable moans. The man in your pussy struggled to hold out in your throbbing cunt. His hips stilled as he shot his nasty seed inside your fertile cunt. The next man slotted himself inside soon after the first had slunk away.
"Buckle up sweetheart. We ain't stopping until you're pregnant. Fuck you'll look so hot in your little outfit, swelling with one of our kids. Everyone at the golf club will know who you belong to. Who's whore you are. Our sperm ain't as potent as it used to be, but that just means we gotta keep filling you up, over and over."
They took turns fucking you like that. After one finished they would step out and stroke themselves until they were hard and ready for another round of breeding. At one point there was so much cum spilling out of your poor pussy that they took the napkin that was gagging you to wipe up the mess before shoving the cum soaked rag back into your mouth. When it had gotten late and they had to return home to their wives, they laughed and chatted like old pals as they left the room. You were ditched there, your brain fried and hole thoroughly used by some old pervs you had sworn would never get to so much as touch you.
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