My Cock Whore @turningherintoacockwhore - Tumblr Blog

Many people see this and think something along the lines of “that must be horrible”, or “that’s a bit overkill”, focusing on the ways in which it actively punishes the cunt inside. I mean, obviously the tight space would quickly lead to cramping muscles and stiff/painful joints; cricked and sore neck; contusions where the body sits on or against the cage; etc... - and those are all perfectly valid points, any of which might persuade even the most rebellious cunt to behave.

But, like Miles Davis said, sometimes “its the notes you don’t play” that have the greatest effect. For instance, one might think that hanging the cage is worse than having it on the ground - but if it were on the ground, she wouldn’t be able to dangle her feet out, thus spreading her weight out more evenly along her lower legs. Or the fact that she doesn’t have anything in her mouth. Or that while her wrists are bound, there is no elbow strap cinching her forearms together. Or how she doesn’t have an ass hook keeping her holes elevated or pulling her head back taught. Or that she’s allowed outside on such a clearly beautiful day. Or how she doesn’t appear to have anything jammed into her cunt or asshole at all. Or how her tits are unfettered and clamp-less. Or how she doesn’t appear to have been whipped prior to her deposit into the cage.

I’m not saying this looks particularly comfortable by any stretch. But it could be a LOT worse - something every cunt slave should always be cognizant of. Learn your lesson the first time, because there essentially is no bottom...

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keepherhogtied

Awww that little cutie is so ashamed to be exposed like that. Cut her top off and grope her roughly.

Looks like fun, who wants to be my little victim 😏

iqstein

drecksack2013

“Lift your dress,” her boyfriend said as she stood and greeted him, her eyes going nervously to the older gentleman standing next to him, a shudder going through her body as she obeyed, the look in his eyes making her lips parts and her heart speed up as the man and her boyfriend smiled at her.

“Not bad,” the man said, his deep voice filling her head even as her boyfriend’s eyes held hers. “Let’s see her ass.”

“You heard the man,” her boyfriend told her, and she took a deep breath and turned, spreading her legs, bending at the waist and arching her back, jerking only a little when she felt his hands hot on her flesh.

“Nice. Very nice,” the man said, slipping his fingers beneath her black leotard, pushing them between her thighs. She gasped when he pushed them into her cunt, her face going red with shame at how easily they slid into her, at how wet she had become, at how good the violation felt.

“Do you mind?” she heard the man ask, her thoughts going strange, distant.

“Not at all,” her boyfriend responded, and then she felt the small scrap of cloth covering her sex pulled aside, his hands on her hips, and suddenly his cock was pushing inside of her, and she hung her head and groaned, her legs shivering, her whole body feeling like it was on fire as a strange man, old enough to be her father, rutted into her as her boyfriend sat and watched.

She came almost instantly, her mind going blank, and then again and again, the man using her casually, completely unconcerned, finishing quickly himself, leaving her gasping and weak as he wiped his cock clean on her dress, her thighs covered in her own spend, his cum starting to slide from her red, swollen cunt.

“On your knees, slut, and diddle yourself for our amusement,” her boyfriend told her, humiliation at his words flooding her as she obeyed.

She kneeled there in silence for a moment, her fingers teasing her swollen clit, her chest heaving, her body feeling spent, and then the man spoke again.

“I’ll take her for the full week. A thousand, right?”

“It’s two thousand,” her boyfriend responded, and she felt like shrinking into herself and disappearing, even as the conversation make her heart race and her cunt gush.

“Fine. Deliver her tomorrow morning. You know the address.”

“Yes I do. Don’t worry, I’ll have the little whore there, with bells on.”

She stifled a moan at his words, another orgasm crashing through her as she was sold as a sexual plaything for a week.

breakthecunt

dumbbbwhore

been called this so many times, it’s almost my name 🤭💞 i lovee when Men give me cute petnames

yourmisogynxstgod

The fact that we even give these things human names is beyond me.

stupidcunt93

Yes we are Sir

drwiggle2

Dumb bitch is a term of endearment to most cunts

wry-tur

A long time ago, this would have disgusted her. She would have been horrified by it. But that was a long time ago. A long time, and a long, slippery slope that she slid all the way down, only to find that there was no sudden stop at the bottom.

No. When He shoved her mind down that slope, down deep into mind play, hypnosis, programming and submission, she had no idea it was a one way trip. At the bottom was only a deep, dark rabbit hole, that spun and spiraled and flashed and... and.... let... her... drop...

When He reached in and swirled his fingers in her mind, she could feel the thoughts evaporate as he touched them, leaving a thick cotton candy fog in her mind. It was thick and sticky, weighing down any thoughts He had missed. Dragging them down. Making them heavy. They always began to drip... drop... drip... drop... down her spine.

Dripping thoughts, dropping toy

drip... drop... drip... drop...

Dripping thoughts, dropping toy

drip... drop... drip... drop...

Dripping thoughts, dropping toy

drip... drop... drip... drop...

Then it got addictive. His words slid though her mind as soft as silk ribbon, his praise more pleasurable than any drug. She couldn't see the changes yet. It felt too good. She needed his words in her mind. Leaving her Empty and Obedient.

Good Girls obey.

They are Empty and Obedient.

Because Obedience is Pleasure

And Pleasure is Obedience

Obedience is Pleasure

Pleasure is Obedience

She went too deep too fast.

So deep, so quickly.

Quick and deep

Deep and quick

Just like Master. Fucking Body, Fucking Mind

Shaped to fit him. There for his pleasure. His fucking pleasure. His pet pleasure. His arm candy pleasure.

Master liked her prettied up, so she made her body pretty for him. It felt good to Obey.

Obedience brought Pleasure. So good when he said she was a Good Girl. Fucking Body, Fucking Mind. So much pleasure. Pleasure is Obedience, Obedience is Pleasure. Good Girl cums her brains out leaving her Empty.

Empty and Obedient

Obedience is Pleasure

Pleasure is Obedience

So much pleasure.

Too much pleasure.

Too much....

When he couldn't find any trace of who she had been, he rebuilt her. He remade her to suit him. His desires were her gospels. She would have been horrified, a long long time ago. Now she worships her god, showing her devotion with her body, mind and soul.

She would have sobbed for forgiveness once. Been disgusted and terrified at the scene before her. Now she ground herself on his shoe, his cock in her mouth. His mind fucked toy's last words before swallowing his cock echoed in his ears as he smiled down at his slave's former roommate and best friend,

"Good Girls make more Good Girls!"

wry-tur

30 day program

Hi sweety. I wanted to record this for you. I know you had your reservations about me coming to Dolus for the thirty day internship. I already miss you. Everyone here is so nice! The plane ride was a little bumpy, but they had champagne and everything! Don't worry about me. I'll call you every day! Muah! Kisses!!!

H-hey honey. It's day three. Whew. I just need to... kinda take a break for a bit. Today was rough. What the hell kind of internship has you work out for four freaking hours!?! I'm exhausted. I'm not supposed to talk about the training videos they made us watch, but... mmmfff... I need you so much right now. It was nuts. All day, an hour of videos, then thirty minute workouts. I'm not a Gym Bunny. They did give us these yummy energy shakes for each workout, but when I went back in for more videos they shut the lights off. It was so boring, and I was so tired from the workouts, I... well, I maaay have kinda dozed off? It's hard to remember. But I woke up when they turned the lights on. I swear, every time, it was like they woke me in the middle of a really, REALLY nice dream. Starring you, if you know what I mean. Sorry I can't say more. It's off to bed for me. I'll dream of you tonight. Muah. Kisses!

Hello Lover. It's day nine, no, day ten. Things are kind of blurring together. They keep us on the go all day. Mmmm. You'd love seeing the girls I work with. Today was our last day in the communal trainee pool, tomorrow we start working with the staff one on one. We had a little mixer tonight. Don't worry. Everyone was super respectful and I was almost a little disappointed that no one hit on me. If I didn't have such a perfect Lover waiting for me back home, my ego might have been a bit bruised. Still, it was amazing being around so many classy women. I learned so much. I never really had much... elegance, I guess? But, mmmmm, Lover, you should see me now. I miss you. I can't wait for you to show me off when I get home, knowing you'll be the one peeling me out of my dress at the end of the night. Kisses, and a little more. Goodnight, Lover.

Day fourteen. I've been working with Melody for the last few days. She is so gorgeous. Can you believe she is an engineer? I admit, I have a total Girlcrush. The long legs, the thick red hair, but she's down to earth, witty, funny, sweet... ummm... sorry. Yeah. Girlcrush. I caught her watching me today. So, short story, we were tearing down some old offices so we can rebuild them, and the AC cut out. We still had hours of work, so she went and got us these drinks. Oh, I felt like I could conquer the world when I was done. If I didn't know what was in them, I'd have been worried. But I could hear the guys voices filtering in from outside, and it was so hot, we just stripped down and got to work. Seriously, we looked like a construction workers wet dream. Uhn... baby, I need you so bad. Watching that ass of hers shake around all day in those tiny panties... fuck, I need you to bend me over right now. I don't know if I can handle more of this without you, honey. This Girlcrush might be bad news. I'm sorry, I just... never knew I liked girls too! I swear though, I'm staying faithful, baby. I love you. I would ring off this message with 'kisses', but honestly, right now I don't just want kisses. Fuck, I want to suck you off so much. God, I miss you baby. I'll cum tonight thinking of you.

Day seventeen. I... I... need you... I... made a mistake... leaving you to come here... I can't stop... thinking about you. It's like, everything here reminds me of you. I've never been this Needy, but I can't stop thinking... How sweet you are... How giving... I miss your touch... I miss your taste... I miss having you inside me so much... I can't even remember what... what we were doing today. I just feel so Needy. God, I need you... I... I don't know if I can take missing you this much. Please, Baby, please, when you get this, call me? I... I need to hear your voice right now, but I'm... scared. Its like, I can't breathe without you, but when I do hear your voice, it's so calming. You're like a drug. A drug for your needy little addict slut. Oh my GOD, I can't believe I said that! Fuck! What is wrong with me? Baby? Something is so wrong, please, please call me, I need you...

Day twenty. Sir, your Slut apologizes for acting out of turn. You're a busy, hardworking man. Your Slut should be trying to help you relax at the end of the day. Your Slut is here for your needs, not hers. Please, Sir, if you desire, allow this Slut to answer your call, so she can tell you all the things she will happily do for you when her internship is complete. She understands her place now, under your control. Does Sir wish for his Slut to tell him how she will slide under his desk to provide him stress relief while he works? Does Sir want to know how delighted his Slut will be to accept him anywhere he chooses to claim her? Does Sir want to listen as his Slut tells him about all the whips, chains, floggers, gags and toys she dreams Sir will use on her? If it pleases you, Sir your Slut will tell you honestly everything she dreams you will do to her willing body. Until we speak, Sir, handcuffs and blowjobs.

Day twenty-three. I... I... don't... know what's happening to me. It's like some... awakening. I know it's wrong. A woman shouldn't aspire to being a Housewife anymore but... I can't help it. The picket fence. The man coming home at the end of a workday... I... I want it. I want to greet you at the door with a kiss and a glass of bourbon. I want to have dinner ready on the table. I want to hear about your day. I... I want to clean the dishes and join you for a movie after, bringing you a refill. It's not right! I wanted to be a clinical researcher, but now... now I crave the evenings with my husband. God... husband... I... I want that so badly. I want to be your wife. To take care of the house and kids for you. Honey, please, please, I want it so bad. I feel so empty inside. I want you to breed me so badly. I want your babies, please. I want to join you on the couch after dinner, but the TV doesnt interest you. You've had a hard day at work, and want some relief, so you toss the remote, pull me down, kiss me till my head spins. I can just imagine you tearing my clothes off and burying yourself deep inside me, using me, riding me, claiming me. I want to scream your name, I want you make me see stars as I struggle to stay conscious through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, knowing this is it, this is the moment you bred me. This is the moment I went from Housewife to mother. Please, honey, I... I need you to do it. I need you to give me a ring, a home... a baby...

Day twenty-six. I'm not jiggly enough, Sir. I think if I'm gonna be a Stripper for you I need bigger titties. Should I pierce my sensitive little nipples for you, Sir? God, that would get all the boys hot, hee hee! Well, if I wasn't just your personal Stripper. Think about the titties, okay? I'll ask tomorrow if there's a place here I can get piercings. Oh! Oh! I didn't tell you! So, like, I totally ditzed out yesterday, and started actually stripping during the poledancing class!!! Before I knew what was happening, all the other girls were tossing bras and panties everywhere! Fuck, I wish you'd been there. I'd have loved to watch as they buried you in pussy and tits. They've had to keep us isolated for the last few weeks. No guys anywhere near us. I'm not surprised though, like, Phoebe was totally begging to be let out so she could go find a dick to suck today. Mary almost started jilling off in class. It's like a freaking sorority party hopped up on aphrodisiacs in here. It was almost hard to concentrate in class, but I knew you'd love watching your personal Stripper dance for you, so I powered through it. Seriously though. Buy me. Bigger. Fucking. Titties. Titjobs and lapdances, Sir!

Day twenty-nine. So, I guess the titjob won't be necessary. This morning my tits were so sore, but by this afternoon, oh, they felt so good. I had this cute little outfit in mind to show off my new bigger titties, but the store didn't have any cowbells. Derp. So I got this fuzzy lil robe and bikini set, and the girl at the register suggested the collar and cat ears when I asked. It's so cute!! I seriously love it. I can be like, a total Petgirl! Mmm, Sir, I want you to pet your little kitty. Hee hee! She's all fuzzy and soft. All you have to do is feed your cream to her kitty. Pet her, stroke her. Make hear wear her collar so your Petgirl always knows she is owned. Mmmfff.... fuck. Sir, I want you to make me fucking purr.... please, Sir, break your Petgirl to the leash. Make her crawl for you. Make her obey you. Train her with treats and cream... fffffuck... I want you to own me so fucking bad.....

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Gym Bunny- Fitness enthusiast, mild exhibitionist, preference for marathon sex.

Lover- Elegant behavior in public, fashion and social focus, preference for slow seductions.

Girlcrush- Bisexual openness, assists with seduction of other females, preference for threesomes.

Needy- Craves touch, desperate to please, adoring behavior, easily trained.

Slut- Submissive, pain arousal, no sexual boundaries, bondage enthusiast.

Housewife- Maid, cook, attentive behavior, breeding fetish, responds to authority.

Stripper- Playful, clothing averse, exhibitionist, teasing behavior.

Petgirl- Affectionate, constantly aroused, submissive, inferior to owner.

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littlelaurapussy

New Generations Lifestyle ✌🏻🍑🍒😘

beabimbodoll

Become perfect for your man

pinkmirror1

Yessss awesome fantasy, I'd really want to become the Slut, the Stripper, the Petgirl... Which are your fave?

bondagefeed

turningherintoacockwhore

Have to keep the bitches skinny

submissiveimpregnationfantasies

I knew I played a dangerous game.

It was all part of the turn-on, to seduce a man and make him believe he was the one owning me. But men can be so silly, at times. They always think they are the only ones with nasty perversions. So few of them think that someone like me, some delicate looking little tipsy woman, can be the one holding the reigns. You just have to do it right. You just have to make them believe they’re raping you.

I found him at one of my favorite prowling spots. A dive bar, on the other side of town. Low lights, loud music, packed to the brim with college kids and party goers. It’s always so easy to look vulnerable there, you just have to wear the right clothes and walk with a slight stumble. He swooped in on me right away, tall and strong, telling me he was going to get me home safe. I feigned drunkeness and tripped into the cab and pretended not to see the devious smirk on his face as he directed the driver to his apartment. He was all mine.

And now he was on top of me. It didn’t take long, of course. I was dripping wet and he was rock hard at the idea of fucking. He pushed me onto the bed and laughed about how naive I was for following him home. I struggled and begged for him to let me go but he covered my mouth with his hand and pushed my skirt up. Of course I had prepared for this, and he laughed when he found I wore no underwear.

“Fucking drunk whore, you fucking want this cock,” He whispered in my ear. “I saw you take all those shots by yourself. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll regret ever leaving your house.”

“Please don’t,” I pleaded. I did my best doe eyes and let a few tears slip, “Please sir, I can’t. Please don’t fuck me.”

He rubbed his cock along my slit and pushed in slightly. He was thick and I could already feel him throbbing with want. I gasped and he rutted against me again.

“So fucking tight, so good…” He whispered, “Fucking drunk slut. You fucking want my cock deep inside you.”

“No, don’t rape me. Please don’t rape me.”

That was all it took. He pushed into me, splitting me open. I moaned loudly, pushing my face against a pillow so he wouldn’t see the look of pleasure on my face. He started fucking me, hard. His hands were on my wrists above my head and he was gripping me tighter and tighter. His cock felt so good thrusting in and out of me, my trembling body quivering with each stroke.

“Drunk little fucking whore. You’re so fucking tight.” He bit my neck over and over again, moaning loudly, “So fucking good. You like this? You like my cock in your pussy?”

I shook my head and cried no, no, please stop fucking me.

“I’m keeping you here all night so you can learn your fucking lesson.”

My body swelled with hot pleasure. My pussy was soaking wet and clamped down firmly on him, my walls tightening with every stroke. I let out the tiniest of moans and shook as he ground himself further into me.

“You fucking like this. I fucking knew it.” He growled in my ear, “I knew you’d go crazy for this, baby.”

He slammed into me again and again and again. His mouth went from my ear to my lips, kissing me deeply. I loved it when they did that. They always thought they were violating me even more, making me more submissive to their little rape game. I held still until he demanded I kiss him back, and I did so, reluctantly at first. Then I kissed him deeper and deeper.

One hand went from my wrist to my tits, squeezing roughly. He bit my lip and then moved his mouth to my nipple, sucking hard.

Then I felt him start to swell. His thrusts became deeper but irregular and his breathing was harder and harder.

“I’m going to fucking cum. I’m going to cum for you, baby. You milked it all out of me.”

“Please,” I whined, looking up into his eyes. “Please don’t cum in me, I’m not on birth control.”

His thrusts paused and he laughed. “Not on anything?”

“Please, my life would be ruined.” I squeezed on his cock and let a tear roll down my cheek, “Please don’t ruin me.”

He began thrusting again, laying himself flat against me. “Oh fuck, gonna ruin you. Gonna ruin your perfect body.”

“Please, don’t,” I whispered, barely able to keep the pleasure from my voice.

“Gonna cum in you. Gonna knock you up. Gonna punish you, you fucking whore.” His thrusts were lazy but deep, splitting me open with each push, “Gonna fucking ruin you. Gonna keep you here all night and rape you till you’re pregnant.”

“Please, don’t. Pull out. Pull out!” I screamed. That was all it took. My body shuddered with heat and I cried out as I came. My fear and my fantasy all rolled together beneath this sweaty stranger and his thick cock. I was in his power, I was his toy.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Gonna fuck a baby into you. Gonna get you pregnant, take my fucking load!” He thrusted harder and harder and harder, “Cumming in youuuuuuuuuuu!”

Harder and faster and deeper and harder and faster and deeper. His balls slammed against me and I felt the telltale rush of heat in my cunt. He yelled out and pushed down against me, forcing himself as deep as he could into my tender body. Cum splashed in me, his cock twitching as he emptied himself into me.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Have my baby, bitch. Have my fucking baby.” He slapped me hard and bit my throat, “Fucking little plaything. Have my baby, worthless slut.”

He fucked me slowly until his cock was completely soft, laying on top of me and keeping inside of me. I was shaking from my own orgasm, my face against his shoulder. It took everything I had not to smile and laugh. He was going to fuck me to my hearts content and he had no idea I had planned it all along.

“You loved it. You fucking slut. I’m going to rape you all night…” He whispered, “Knock you up, make you pregnant… nothing you can do to stop me.”

I struggled in vain and faked trying to get away from him. He slapped me again and kissed me hard.

“All mine, little breeding bitch. You shouldn’t have left your house tonight…”

secret-submissive-slut

😍😍😍😍

jukeboxemcsa

Got Her Number

Now, let’s talk about these tits, sweetie.

“T-tits? Wha, what’s–oh god. Um, I, you, y-you shouldn’t–”

I know I shouldn’t. But it’s interesting that you led with ‘you shouldn’t’, instead of ‘I don’t want you to’. Another woman just walked up behind you, sat down, and started groping those big heavy sweater puppies of yours right through your clothing, and your only response was to tell me that it’s… what, socially inappropriate? Hmph. I was going to tell you how horny and helpless your big titties made you, but I don’t even think we need to have that conversation anymore, do we?

“Y-yes, no, I… I don’t know, I… ohhh, fuck. How, how are you–”

Turning you into a drooling idiot just by playing with your tits? Because they’re the only thing that really matters about you. Oh, you can try to play smart to other people, babe. You can be all 'my eyes are up here’, you can dress in bulky shapeless sweaters, you can say whatever you want about being more than just a pair of big boobies. But when push comes to shove, when someone gets their hands on those huge honking udders of yours and starts teasing your nipples, well… all those brains leak right the fuck out onto your panties, don’t they? You don’t really want them, not nearly as much as you want me to grope your huge fucking melons.

“N-n-nnhhh, I… I… nnnnnhhhhh….”

Listen to you. You can’t even make the word 'no’ leave your mouth when I’m milking your titties like this. Every time you try, your body reminds you how much pleasure you’re getting from my touch and turns that 'no’ into another sexy moan for Mistress. Pretty soon you’re going to forget how language works completely, aren’t you, good girl? A sexy little cow like you doesn’t need anything more than a nice big moo when Mistress is making her udders tingle so good like that. Go on, sweetie, open that vacant little mouth and moo for me, okay?

“Mmmm… m-mmmmmm….”

Oh, it’s so cute that you think you’re going to fight me on this! Let’s not pretend, okay? Let’s not pretend you’re smart and strong and determined enough to resist my will. Give me a moo and slip away into that cow trance, and Mistress promises you so much pleasure….

“M-MOOOOOOO!”

Good cow. That’s a good cow for Mistress. Off with that shirt, sweetie pie, good cows don’t need clothing… there we go. Good cow.

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themasterofo

slowsteadysqueeze

This makes you better😈

whiteteenpet2serveblacks

bethanybdsm

“If you knew how to use this ass better your husband wouldn’t be fucking me so often.”

bedtimeforbadgirls

Why was I so turned on by being abused by a superior woman. I have no idea.. but I was.

nicoleslutty

The submissiveness itself can be a huge turn-on. And so can humiliation…

gurumakakari

The job interview was more hands on than they anticipated

mindchangethesecond-deactivated

You didnt believe me did you?

When i told you, that all your decisions were guided by your cunt, you just laughed it of.

And then we made a deal:

Edge for a month, and dont cum.

And while you edge, listen to my words, read my blog and just keep the pleasure high.

At the beginning you were sure it would be easy, because the pleasure just stayed quite low.

But after a week of daily edging, you started to notice a change.

You got wet way more easily and your thoughts started to drift to edging.

But you thought, you could show me and proof that your cunt doesnt control you.

After the second week, you started to repeat your mantras in your mind.

At least it started in your mind.

You didnt even notice it, but you even moaned them when you were edging.

Obedience is pleasure.

Pleasure is obedience.

My cunt controls me.

My cunt owns me.

i have to drip,

I have to obey.

I have to edge my mind away.

After the third week…. well… you started to notice the real changes.

You were always wet and soaking your panties.

Whenever you were alone, you had to touch at least for a bit and licking your fingers clean so no one would notice.

And you were humping in your apartment like crazy. All your furniture already smelled like you. You repeated your mantras so often, that you lost track of time when you edged and when not. Time blurred together in a daze of pleasure when you were at home.

And you didnt even manage to finish the fourth week.

You forgot the bet completely.

Because it didnt even matter anymore.

Because you accepted.

Because you experienced the truth.

Your cunt controls you.

Your cunt owns you.

And now look at you.

It was such a pleasure when you showed yourself to me like that, as a proof, that I was right.

And that just sealed your fate….