Your blog had me fucking my self with my fingers for so long, they’re now pruned ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა
What a hopeless, dirty little slutty kitten.
Rubbing wasn't enough. You had to fucking brutalize that little pussy while panting in your bed and getting hotter and sweatier, your little mind going wild, your pathetic bitch hole clenching on your fingers and feeling so empty and starved of purpose, just like your heart and soul.
You kept wondering about new things: "Is He really that kind of Man? What would it feel like in my ass? And if He... He... raped it, if He raped me? How would He make me serve? How would He make me obey? What would He look like towering over me as I kneel, His big strong body, His smell, His voice, His touch, His big strong hands, His mouth... His cock Hiscockcockcock... ? Would I really become nothing but His house pet? His filthy broken whore? With a collar and leash and slutty clothes and heels? Would He force me to eat His ass, to drink His piss and spit even though I hate it now, would He make me like all of this? Would He slap me and punish me and put me in my place like... like... like a stupid mouthy whore, like a lowly dumb bitch who'd never say no, like a bratty girl who doesn't know any better...even in public? Would He collar me and give me rules and allow me to just obey and serve? Would He make me all His and protect me? Is He serious when He says that... would He make me live like this in front of my friends and family? "
And your womb and pussy ache when you imagine all of that, when you imagine Me roughly breeding you while growling in your ear the kind of filth you'd never admit that you need. Your fingers aren't enough, are they, pet?
My goodness kitten, those fingers were in there for a long while. I bet you imagined way more extreme things. Don't worry, if you're good and obedient, I'll let you beg Me for them soon enough when I'm rearranging your guts and violating your mind and making you all Mine, Mine, Mine.
Underneath all my lies I know I need a man like you to hurt me into obedience. I hate myself so much because I pretend to be this modern independent feminist but deep down inside I'm obsessed with finding a strong man who will put me in my place. I have this bully who somehow (I still don't know how) figured this out about me and he treats me more and more sadistically and I hate him but I can't break free. He's making me his slave and I hate being his slave and humiliating myself for him but I'm also addicted to it. It's like being a meth addict and I feel like I'm going insane.
There's something deliciously twisted about this Ask, kitten.
There's also the fact that you applied the meaning of My username well, that your own username is such a proud admission of the truth for a so-called "feminist", and that I actually frequently see your posts on My timeline. I like their format and watching you not only get corrupted and come undone, but also putting effort into narrating it and romanticizing it.
Good girl.
About how this bully of yours figured it out: silly girls like you who try so hard and stubbornly are the most transparent for Men with experience. You're so confrontational and uptight. You're a burn out waiting to happen...unless you're claimed and trained, for your own good.
It's normal that your bully's treatment has that effect: you've been so starved for any kind of real Male dominance that any taste of it will immediately get you addicted, even if it's far from the one you wish for or need, and even if it's not from the right Man.
But to go back to your first affirmation: yes, you do need it, My silly girl.
I can guess the kind of woman you are, and why you precisely need to be "hurt into obedience" as you say. You spent your life learning and parroting that brainwashing, mainly encountering disappointing men who wouldn't put you in your place, and being taken more seriously and with more regards than you should have been.
Hence, before being owned, collared, protected and cherished, you first need to be utterly broken, dismissed, made light of, used selfishly and thoroughly...
Because that's the only way your primal bitch nature will submit and realize her place. Because your slave nature aches to serve Me in every way: be it pleasing Me or suffering for Me, and that's why it feels so good and natural. Because inferiority is hardwired into your female brain, and that's why humiliation, degradation and anything reminding you of your place feel so good, right and addictive, just like you confessed. Because deep down, just like every little conflicted feminist, you still toy with the uncertainty, with the fact that it's not that real, that a Man cannot actually claim you and dominate you as totally as you fantasize about, that you can get away.
Your flesh and mind cannot fully believe it, especially since that's the way a woman learns best: that's why bad girls need discipline and punishments to truly understand and be trained.
That's why you need to be taken, to be hurt. You need it to believe that it is real.
You need to be slutted out, to be forced to service Me, to worship Me, to dress how I want no matter where or when, to be used and abused, to be treated like a dumb bitch, like a cumrag, like a fuckdoll, like a ho, like a service whore, like a humiliation slut, like a toy, until you believe it and understand that it's the way of the world, and acknowledge how wet, desperate, docile and at home it makes you feel.
You need to be broken in every little way, from your everyday activities all the way to My feet.
You need Me to smirk and dismiss your arguments and debunk them until you fumble and feel stupid, until you're shy and wary about how you speak in front of Me because you're intimidated by My intelligence and assertiveness....and how annoyingly compelling it is, especially when I am so condescending.
You need Me to slap you into stupor and grab your chin in My strong hand and stare you down when you act out of line, in a way that'll dissuade you from any "How could you/What did you do..", in a way that'll make you go weak at the knees.
Then you need Me to tear your clothes that you wore just for Me, in spite of how much you say you hate Me, and bend you over the nearest surface and spank you before raping you, hard, to imprint upon you what kind of dumb set of abusable cockholes you are, who owns you, and how stupid you were to think you could ever be anything else.
You need Me to have absolutely no regards for your pain and discomfort, and stretch out your oh-so-tight, self-respecting, feminist pussy violently, until I bottom out and pound your cervix and make you choke on your screams as you try to fight back before I overpower you and pin you down and keep railing you until you go limp and keep sobbing, until you take it like a good girl and understand your lesson, whether you like it or not, until you learn to thank Me for it.
You need Me to shatter any illusions or reservations you still hold as to what kind of ownable piece of personal rapemeat you are. And you need to carry that shock and feeling in your insides for days and rub yourself stupid to it every night while you put up a front during the day in front of Me, growing slowly mad with obsession and dark awe and desire.
Your female nature is made to only truly acknowledge and respond to violation, just like a female is claimed in the wild by a bigger, stronger Male who'll brutally make her submit.
That's why you can't decide and accept, kitten: your hypocritical objections and hesitation are a natural mechanism through which you filter the kind of real Men who can dismiss your words, pin you against the wall, grab you by the throat, make you squat down on your sexy heels and put your mouth to a better use....and the others who keep believing your yapping, who take you seriously, who place a burden of responsibility and credibility on you that only makes you more anxious and burnt out from filling a role that isn't yours.
You need Me to slap you in public whenever you say "I think", to spank you whenever you fall short of My expectations, to humiliate you and degrade you on your knees as I spit on your face and slap you repeatedly until you cry whenever you get argumentative. Some of your mistakes will be out of old habits, some will be out of an unconscious desire to test boundaries. It's normal, and I accept you, sweetie. I'm used to it. It's like when women can't help but provoke drama from time to time. It's their nature's way to see if a Man will firmly handle it. Don't worry, babygirl, I understand you. You can't help it. I'd give you the rules and discipline to ground you and let you be the soft, loving little girl, and personal whore you ache to be all at once, deep inside.
I'd break down your brain and body until there's nothing left but your barest, most vulnerable self. I'd rid you of all the layers that prevent you from being yourself. I'd then mold you into My perfect creation, just like those classy slutty arm candies you put in your posts with captions. I'd destroy that old self that made you so miserable and lost in life, and I'd be your sole anchor and source of meaning, your whole world.
Then I'd teach you how to worship Me. I know that you'd do such a good job, that you'd be so grateful, because you'd have understood your purpose, because you know how bad you want to please Me, because it feels so good to serve. Most of all, because I want to, and My will is your law.
We both know, miss "modern feminist", how honored you'd be to do so if I broke you the way you ache to be broken and collared you. You'd kiss My feet and start going up My legs while apologizing for being such a dumb, stuck up bitch, and beg Me to let you worship My balls so that you can focus on your purpose and never stray again. That pathetic pussy would drip all over the floor from it.
I can already see the ways I'd make you understand that you're a toy: using you as an ottoman to rest My feet while I read, or having you ass up face down and using your ass as a table for My drink. One sound, one wrong move, and I'd belt your pussy while you scream your apologies.
I could put you in a wooden pillory and let your bully and old college friends take turns raping you as you apologize for being such a lying little slut. You'd also apologize whenever you'd cum because you're there for their pleasure, not yours.
I'd laugh at your previous "experiences" and "boundaries", and take all of your holes and train you to be My anal whore as fast as possible, and keep you edged and denied, until you're only allowed to cum from your ass. I'd then laugh at you once you squirt from being fucked in the ass and point out how, once again, I knew better what was good for you, how your body should be used, and what you'd end up liking.
Because you need to be confronted with the fact that I was right in doing it all. You need to realize that it feels better and more natural than any way of being you've experienced or even imagined before.
Only then, will you finally let go.
You yearn to be defeated.
So that you can be safely kept at home at My feet, cherished and allowed to serve. So that you can be a happy, carefree, nasty little cute pet just for Me.
Just like I know you've been dreaming about.
P.S.: I'm curious, tell Me more about you and your bully (how you met, what happened, etc.), either in an ask or through a DM.
hi... i'm hoping for some advice. i've always been a lesbian my whole life, but recently i've come across blogs like yours and... i can't help but touch myself as i read your posts. sometimes i come harder from just imagining myself with a guy like you than i ever came when i was with a girl. and it's been pretty confusing. so i'm just wondering... how does a shy lesbian start to look for guys who might want to play with me?
(Advice at the end, but I just needed to tease you)
This pride month has done a number on all of you little lesbians, hm? Sunshine, skimpy clothes and Tumblr porn are making you wish for that dykebreaking summer. I just came back to 70 Asks and a third of them are from little cock-obsessed dykes like you.
I'm flattered, darling. The way you shyly admit it and bare yourself to Me makes Me feral. Oh, the ways I would bully you if I had you in My arms...I'd make you confess all of your fantasies, and then corrupt you even more.
I'm sure a naughty thirsty lesbian like you would look so good with a collar saying "Dyke pet", with My name and phone number on the back in case My silly property gets lost. You'd be hugging My arm and looking so cute and slutty in the new clothes and haircut I'd have picked for you. You'd do your best to walk provocatively in your new heels in spite of that plug in your ass.
Of course you can't imagine yourself becoming like that, right now, even when you are toying with this "kink".
But then we talked, and I edged you, degraded you, reminded you of your place, and showed you how I understood your needs and life better than you could, and then kept you denied and whispered all kinds of new nasty shit in your suggestible little girl brain. You kept cumming harder and harder, thinking of women less and less...and then I stopped allowing you to cum, and you stayed all day long in a horny, dumb, happy haze, just thinking about Me and growing increasingly more frustrated with your friends and work/studies. Not only did you want Me to break you, but life as an owned little toy became more and more dreamy. It was even more than what you thought you were getting yourself into.
And then I showed up, and claimed you just like you were begging Me to.
You were anxious, excited, afraid it wouldn't be the way you imagined it.
Until we met and I cupped your soft cheek in My hand and smiled down at you.
Until I "shushed" you and kissed you roughly while grabbing your hair.
Until I kept feasting on your tits and slapping them and kissing your mouth and neck for an hour in an alley, making your knees give out and keeping you standing by pinning you against the wall.
Until you kept whining "pleasepleaseplease" without knowing what you wanted, your hips bucking against My thigh.
Until I smiled and told you that I'd take you home, use you to drain My balls and that you had better be a good girl for Me, because sexting with you made Me pent up. You were gonna have to take responsibility for it like a woman and drain My balls.
Until I spit in your mouth and slapped you as soon as we crossed that door, making you moan deliriously.
Until I dragged you to the floor and finally took out My cock and let you admire it.
There was no going back for you.
And then I started raping that little lying dyke mouth and pounding your throat, as you did your best to cram as much meat as you could in your mouth to please Me. When I sent you pictures and showed you that it was too fat and big for you to throat, you didn't listen, too busy licking the screen as you rubbed yourself silly to the memory of My degrading words. Look at you go. Good girl. You look so pretty crying and choking on it and drooling all over your tits. Finally honest. Goodness, kitten, you were starving.
And then I let you show Me what all that carpet munching taught you, as you feverishly licked and sucked on My balls and worshipped My sack. Fuck, your eagerness and awkwardness are making Me even harder. Don't worry, I'll teach you how to do it. Yes, that means we'll do it again, regardless of what you want, even if you have second thoughts. You think you can be this cute and tempting and not expect Me to take you for Myself? Stupid little girl. Keep going, I'm a demanding Owner, and I'll punish you when you don't meet My expectations, until you're perfect just for Me.
And then I finally let you eat My ass like you've been drooling about. No girl asks Me for pictures of My ass after the gym like a dyke. Did you ever think you'd be so in love with such an act? Tell Me, what did you do with those pics when I was away for work, pet?
And then I finally mounted you and stretched you out and bred you like a bitch in heat, hard, again and again, making you scream and cum and squirt, either degrading you or gently talking you through your orgasm, until every type of pleasure or kink you have was rewritten by that experience. And then I flipped you over, ass up, face down, and abused your holes and cervix while slapping that pathetic little dyke body to mark it, and made you apologize for all those years of forgetting your place and purpose.
And then I did it again, and again, for months, training you in all kinds of unimaginable nasty ways, until nothing was left of you apart from your barest, most primal self: a personal service whore for a Man, Me.
Not only do you only fool around with women for My entertainment and at My instruction now, but you're also free to stop pretending in all aspects of your life. You don't have to prove anything to Me, be it through your job or personality or facade or opinions or ideas. You're free to be your most vulnerable and soft self in My arms and at My feet. Just My little girl.
With that being said, how would you start on your journey? I think you're very eager and will find this advice basic, but I don't know much about your situation. However, I believe these still remain useful.
Edge: I'm sure you're already doing it. Stay edged out and denied. Consume more of that content on Tumblr. Corrupt yourself and get filthier. It'll make you needier and bolder. Just like when you ended up sending Me this Ask.
Be brave and reach out to some blogs you like: to connect with them and talk online. You can start with anonymous asks like this and then work your way to DMs. You need to embrace that desire but also learn to detect who can give you a good experience and not, because in the dating market, there's a lot of faking and posturing. Right now you're safe and can try different flavors of dykebreaking in your imagination. Don't worry, I know you're more desperate than what you let on in your ask. We're not done. But still, keep edging and cumming to sexting with those accounts, and exploring new kinks and discovering more about yourself. You'd be surprised about the "therapeutic" and emotional side-effect of some good Tumblr bonds. They're hard to find, but they're worth it and it's the easiest step for you.
Dress more provocative: once you're getting corrupted further, you'll feel needy and confident enough in your desire to dress sexier. Summer makes it easier. As a side-note: no matter your insecurities, I have genuinely never met a woman who couldn't be sexy. I have slept with every body shape (fine, except amputated and wheelchair bound, but those greedy able bodied sluts outrun them to the front of the line), with varying degrees of beauty, and let Me tell you something: there's a reason why I emphasize the "you were made for this" in My posts. A woman's body will always be alluring in some way or another. You absolutely have more charm than you think. You just need to highlight it. Being horny and needy and attuned to your biological purpose helps a lot with being more conscious of your femininity and body.
Be receptive to the Men around you: be careful, but generally, the right Men will come to you. Of course, there aren't a lot of them in every neighborhood around you so the best plan remains....
Dating apps: Grindr first and Tinder second. I heard some new ones are good for kinky stuff (people also meet through FetLife, Reddit or Tumblr), but I'm just an old fashioned guy who likes RL. Your flirting on Tumblr would have raised your standards and taught you how to detect a guy who knows what to do.
Stay optimistic: a sweet, cute, naughty girl like you will always be a catch. You can also read the real dykebreaking stories of some girls around here and ask them how they met those guys.
I'm a transfemme but holy guacamole your posts make me want to dress up like a stepford girl for you even though i know id end up more like a rubber fuck doll at the end, naked splayed and sloppily covered in cum and liquids
Silly girl, what's that "but" doing there?
You're a little girl who's getting leaky and wishing she could be My little stepford pet doll and abusable fucktoy. That's every girl scrolling this blog right now.
There's no need to start with the disclaimer, babygirl. Oh, that overgrown clit and that sack are making you self conscious under that slutty miniskirt I've made you wear? Oh, but it was even bigger than some guys' you knew, and your shoulders and hips and face are making you insecure?
I'll just tear your clothes off you and drag you by your pretty hair to the mirror and show you the difference between both of us: you, twisted in a vulnerable and feminine and soft posture, and Me, towering over you no matter how tall you are, packing hard muscles and strength from 13 years of working out and 8 years of boxing.
I'll caress your shoulders with My big hands, envelop your hands in Mine and show you the scars on My knuckles and the hair on My arms and hands. I'd let you feel My chest and back and abs as you fumble and blush, while I grope and squeeze your soft ass and the new tits I bought My little girl to show off how she's dedicating her life to being My sultry little obedient sex doll. Hm? You're getting hard? What was that about having a harder time because of the treatment? You pathetic little girl, you just needed to be manhandled and feel like the womanly prey you are.
On your knees. I'll slap My heavy cock and cover your pretty face and let you feel what a Man's cock is supposed to look like, darling. You need Me to show you how much bigger than yours it is and cum all over it while I kiss you and squeeze those tits hard. And then pin you on the floor and rape some sense back into My woman until there's no more doubt in your vulnerable mind and heart about what you are, where you belong and who's the Man of the house.
You're just another girl needing a Man to show her her place and ease her insecure little heart. Now stop talking and "thinking". You're not meant for that, and you only hurt yourself when you do. You're supposed to bounce on it like a good little slut while I sip on the drink you brought Me. There you go, be a good fleshlight and drain My balls, whore. I've had a long day. Such a pretty sexy little thing begging with her eyes to be My slave. Oh, look at the mess you're making, you'll have to clean your cum off the floor and table with your tongue, darling, once you're done licking your ass juices off My cock. Aren't you ashamed of yourself for being so gross? You shot it so far when I was degrading you, you filthy little humiliation slut.
Well done being brave and messaging Me. By the way, I quite like how graphic you were in describing what would happen to you if you were cute and obedient in front of Me.
Dad dad dad dad daaaaaaaad I miss you! I’ve been checking your blog every day for updates but there are none so I just hump away to your two most recent posts replying to me
After I sent my last anon I jumped away at my doggie plush while my eyes rolled back and my tongue was out licking the air and I jerked off two invisible cocks
I saw this while watching porn the other day and it reminded me exactly of how I’d eat your ass!
I’d do anythinggggg for your attention now dad plsssssss please anything even if all you give me is your boner through your pants I’d still dutifully hump away at it after sucking your boner that’s what I want dad boner boner boner boner boner boner boner boner boner boner boner boner boner boner boner
I’d do anything just to suck your balls after all they store the cum I love so much right dad? Wanna lick it out of a dog bowl bc I’m not allowed off the floor
Imagining sucking your boner while humping away at your shoe on the ground hehe boner boner boner boner
Wanna be raped so bad dad your rape doll rape dog rape meat rape pet rape bitch rape daughter rape toy rape toilet rape slut rape whore use my holes to jerk yourself off pls pls plssssss wanna be used!!! Use me use me
M tired of licking the air daddddd wanna have dad shove his tongue in my mouth and explore!!! Wanna wonder if dad did this to mom while he was making me!!! Wanna watch the vid of it with you dad!!! Wanna know exactly how you made me and for you to pound away at me, your own daughter the same way again
Been making sure to watch and read lots of disgusting porn for you dad! Every day, several times a day including in class! Wanna be your little porn addict dad
Miss you daaaaaaaad all I can think of is you thrusting away your frustrations on your own daughter. You made me so I’m yours anyways
You little whore. You made My balls ache and My cock throb with your begging.
Good girl.
You saw what Dad does and who He is, you know I'd break you until I'm your God and your whole world.
You know this is how you should be begging for Me.
Of course you're not allowed to think about anything but Me using you, I'm possessive of My daughter. Every thought you have should be about Me.
I couldn't open that link so I'll reward you by telling you exactly how I'd teach you to eat My ass. Most of the time your mom will be showing you how to service Me, but I know you cherish our alone time better, and that you're jealous over Dad. Yes I've always known, silly girl. I like it, it's cute.
I'd let you first beg and beg on all fours and bark like a stupid, worthless bitch. I'd ignore you and take off My jacket and shirt. I'd kick you out of the way and head for the couch. You'd apologize and start begging again, crying and panting, that stupid cunt drooling on the floor from weeks of denial.
Then I'd finally snap My fingers and you'd bark in joy and keep going "thankYouthankYouthankYouDaaad" and crawl as fast as possible towards Me.
I'd let you shove your face and kiss and grope My clothed ass. I'd then kick off My shoes and take off My pants, knowing you'll take care of it later like a dutiful daughter. I'd let you kiss, lick and nibble on My firm asscheeks, rubbing your face against Dad's ass like the addicted broken slut you are, groping it and caressing My muscular thighs and hips and back, feeling so content and happy to have Me back home and feel My smell and My body. You'd drool watching My fat heavy balls and cock dangling from behind and moan in pure need, smelling the heavy aroma after a day's work and going dizzy, wishing you'd be used today.
I'd then grab you by the hair and throw you against the couch, your neck resting on the edge. You'd moan and get into position, thanking Me for manhandling you and apologizing for being a slow, dumb bitch because you can't help but love Dad so much. You'd spread your legs wide to let Me see your leaky plugged hole and how pathetically it'll drool from rimming Me.
I'd cut your yapping by sitting on your whorish daughter face, that same face I watched smile with care and love and protected since you were born, now just permanently looking dumb and slutty. You'd thank Me as I muffle your voice and get to work.
And you'd work so hard, blissfully.
You'd spread My cheeks and kiss My ass crack and sniff and rub your face against it at first to get the feel of My ass all over you.
You'd shove your nose against My asshole as deep as you can, sniffing and making pathetic, disgusting noises. You'd want to prove to Me that no other slut could viscerally need Me and want to please Me more than My own daughter. You'd want to be nastier and more desperate than your mother.
And you'd want Me to know how much you love it, how much you need it, how it's truly all that you want and were made for, how grateful you are that I've made you like this.
You'd then kiss My asshole and lick around the rim, savoring My musk and taste after a long day spent sitting and giving out instructions and thinking. You'd compare it in your bitch brain to My taste after I've just finished working out or boxing, relishing the nuances of Dad.
You'd lick the inside of My cheeks and play with My hair before flattening your tongue and licking My crack up and down, being a good little asswipe and cleaning Me better than anyone else.
You'd go back to My asshole once I'm slick and relaxed. You've done it so much that you can tell, from how relaxed My rim is against your tongue, if you've earned the privilege of licking My hole.
Once you do, you keep licking it and nibbling on the rim. Yes, go on, chew on My ass you dirty bitch. I raised you right.
Finally, you shove your tongue as deep inside as you can and start sucking on My hole with all the might your little broken sex slave body can muster.
You suck and scrape the inside of My rectum and kiss and swallow and drool and make spit bubbles against My asshole before swallowing again. Sloppy and hungry, that's how I like it, just like your blowjobs.
Good girl.
When you press yourself against My crack and lick so deep and moan from your throat with need and lick with all your tongue's length, My cock starts pulsing and getting harder because of how needy and nasty you are. You know Dad needs to feel how much His daughter worships Him and wants Him. It's only natural. You're My precious, special little girl.
You get so lost in servicing Me, content with pleasing Me, hoping to be allowed to stay there for hours until I'm spent.
Your mother is preparing dinner in the kitchen, and I'm wondering if your training is done, if it's time to make you bear Me another daughter. Of course I have a video of when I bred her all night long and made her pregnant with you, and videos of when I was fucking her while her belly was swollen with you. Don't you want to look just as gorgeous, heavy with Dad's child and collared and womanly, lewd tits leaking with milk?
I'd rape your asshole right on the kitchen table while she's cooking. She'd chastise you from time to time if you're being a bad whore and not taking Me well enough before apologizing to Me after I slap her for not teaching you well in My absence.
Or she'd make out passionately with you and tell you that you're making her so proud, that she used to fantasize about being able to serve Me with you, that she hopes she can suck My cum off your destroyed little hole, that you'll look so good being Dad's young pretty thing and pregnant daughter. She'd lick your neck and bite your ear and whisper to you that we've always known you were nothing but a dumb little filthy rape toy, before giggling happily and going back to cooking.
P.S.: Of course you'd do anything to get My attention, silly girl. You know Dad would be disappointed if you weren't needy enough. Dad is your everything. You don't need anything apart from Him.
ive been reading your stuff and its making me very conflicted because im lesbian or at least i think i am.
And such a good lesbian you are, kitten. I love the softness and shyness in your hesitation. How embarrassed and aroused did it make you to confess that to Me, hm?
Don't worry, judging from the amount of girls like you in My DMs and life, I'd say there's nothing more sapphic than fantasizing about Men more than the average straight woman.
After all, you're denying your biology and repressing it. It just keeps building up....until you find yourself cheating on your girlfriend and begging to just be allowed to huff on My sweaty, musky balls and eat My ass to get your fix and feel that you're pleasing Me, not even to cum or get any pleasure.
A girl's purpose is to please, but a dyke is especially more committed and depraved once she sees the light...whether she wants it or not at first...
But don't worry. It's just a kink, sweetheart. I believe you when you say you "think" you're a lesbian with just a light problematic kink that you totally keep under control.
I'm sure you didn't rub yourself stupid to the thought of a big strong Man mate pressing you like an animal and breeding that gold star pussy as He shoves His tongue in your little lesbian mouth and licks it until you can never say anything bad about Men because His taste and feeling are permanently burnt into your flesh and mind...
I'm sure you don't edge for hours and go weak at the knees thinking about that huge, hard cock - manlier than most cocks because that's how good lesbians like you are: once the female in them gives in, they need the manliest, nastiest, most dominant guy to break any misconception about what their bodies are for and what their place is... to shatter every bit of attraction left for butches and studs.... or, if they're butch themselves, to finally feel overpowered and held like Daddy's little girl and stupid cumdump...
So, as I was saying, there's no way you think about an outrageous slab of Man meat forcing itself into your pure, tight, sapphic hole, defiling it, and making you cum as it pounds and bruises your cervix... proving to you that those clichés were right: every woman indeed loves violation, you just needed the right cock, lesbians are just cock-starved little attention-seekers....
You don't daydream for hours about how that fat, throbbing cock would feel stretching you out, hurting and pleasing that deprived pussy, shutting down your stupid dyke brain, molding your insides into its personal cocksleeve, claiming you... before dumping its fertile load at the entrance of your womb, as you lay on your lesbian flag and squirt all over it and finally understand that this is what you were born for, that this is what you needed all along from life, that nothing could ever feel better or more natural, that this is what could fix you...
Hell, you certainly aren't a pathetic and lying fake dyke who'd fantasize about the smell of a Man and the taste of His sweat, and about licking His neck and chest and bearded jaw and calling Him "Daddy" as He grunts in your ear and breeds you while telling you that you're His now, that whatever girlfriend you might have is now just a girl you live with and do things with to make Him hard and entertain Him, that He'll collar you and keep ruining you until you're begging to be His property for life, that you'll be corrupting every girlfriend He'll allow you to have and bring them to Him for His entertainment...
And you certainly don't think about devotedly cleaning your juices off His cock and the sweat off His abs with your tongue while His cum drips on your flag from your raped and ruined holes, as bruises slowly form on your shaking and broken body, before getting down and licking that precious reward off that flag...
Most of all, the proud, strong and independent lesbian that you are definitely wouldn't be longing for His big firm hand patting your head, calling you His good girl, promising you that everything will be fine, that He'll protect you from everything, because He'll keep you in His arms, away from the world, make every decision in your life, and keep you at His feet, happy and peaceful...
So don't worry sweetie. You're a great lesbian, just like every lesbian I've met.
That's why I'm sure that answering Me, either in an Ask or privately, would clear up your confusion and never actually break you.
I mean that's what you wanted when you sent that Ask, right?
You wouldn't be desperately needing to be broken for our own good. You didn't crawl to Me wishing for your defeat deep down, hm?
daaaaaad I’m the last two anons you answered m so hornyyyyyyyy plsplsplsplsplspleaseeeee wanna hump everything!!!! I don’t deserve penetration unless it’s you raping me to jerk off 😵💫😵💫😵💫
Other than shoes I like to hump my dog plushy I like to jerk off his tail and suck on his tongue (just like I would daddies) and spit in his mouth and ride his face I do this up my skirt with my panties pulled to the side during class I don’t bother paying attention to because I’m fucking stupid anyways maybe I need dad to bang my head against the wall 😵💫😵💫
I dream about men using my holes and emptying their balls in me because that’s all I’m good for, letting men take out their anger on me and hurting me because they fucking can 😵💫😵💫😵💫
Sometimes I just start jerking off random objects or the air because I need something to jerk off to give me purpose
I wanna have a cum bowl on the ground to drink out of like a fucking dog, dads bitchmeat rapebitch
How did dad know I lick the air I’m just brain dead and pathetic
Daaaad I’m so dumb I wanna be your rapewhore forever not worry about anything else just taking cock and cum just like you made me for
I’m gonna keep humping my dog plushy now maybe my boot if I can find it too and the corner of my table too bad when I shove my tongue in it’s open mouth it isn’t yours that can shove back in me
What a filthy bitch of a daughter I have.
You were made just for Me. It seems all that training I made your mother go through was passed on to you in your genes.
Once I catch you not paying attention in class and being a little slut, I'd come inside your room and slap you so hard you fall on the floor. I'd kick and beat you like the hopeless, stupid, little cum-brained abuse bitch you are. I'd tell you that you were never meant for school anyways, that I made you for My use.
I'm sure My little broken girl would be so happy to hear those words that she'd thank Me and try to kiss My shoe as I hit her in the mouth with it, because she spent so long dreaming about it.
You thought I didn't hear you panting and rubbing that sloppy, nasty pussy every time I was showering, peeing, or using your mother and punishing her? You're even dumber than I thought.
But that's fine, because you're Mine. I accept all of you, and you know you only need to please and obey Daddy in life, and that I'll take care of everything for you.
I'll have to keep you collared and naked at home and make you drop out of school immediately.
You'll only eat and drink from a bowl on the ground next to My chair and your mother's bowl. If you're very good, I'll cum or pee or spit on your food.
You're so cock-brained that you can't cook or clean so I'd just keep you as My stress relief, punching bag and fleshlight. I'd just hurt you for fun to relax, and mercilessly rape you whenever I need to let off steam: on My desk, on the table, against the shower glass wall as I'm holding you in the air and biting your neck and slapping your dick-drunk face, on the ground in the garden as you bark while I take My own daughter and hurt her more than any bitch I've ever owned, because she's perfect just for Me.
I'd always shove My big, fat cock without prep, since you deserve to be hurt, and you love suffering for Me like a good girl. Plus your whole life revolves around always being ready for Me.
You'd just be humping and watching porn around the house, sucking on your dildos, sending Me nudes all day, and then following Me around the house as soon as I get home, on all fours, begging for My attention all day long.
You'd be Mine and Mine only, completely consumed, understood and kept close and protected.
I'm often asked by cute pets about this, so here's a general answer for the future good girls.
It doesn't matter.
Your job doesn't matter. Your degree doesn't matter. Your "achievements" don't matter.
Edge, stick your tongue out, drool. You're a dumb, needy, pathetic slut.
You're a woman. A Man will fold you in half, dick you down into submission, brainwash you into His collared slave, and nothing will ever feel better or more right than that.
You'll go weak at the knees and docile the moment He grabs your chin and makes you look up into His stern gaze.
You'll yearn to please Him, and shiver when you obey His most trivial commands, as you try to hold on to your facade.
You'll ache to be taken and ruined by Him.
"Achieving" will never feel as good and as right as obeying and serving Men.
Especially when you were never good at "achieving". Especially when every field you were ever in was founded by Men and is dominated by Men.
You know it never felt natural. It was always stressful and anxiety-inducing. You felt compelled by society and circumstances. You were never as good as the best Men. You never could handle competing for results.
You just wanted to be praised. It's normal. You're made to please. Hence, even when given wrong goals, you kept at it, desperate to be praised by authority figures.
You hid it all, because the times called you to be "independent" and "strong" and "do whatever a Man can do"... without, of course, ever asking you whether you even wanted that life. And as you discovered that you couldn't, you grew more frustrated and depressed and anxious.
The only reason you ever managed to do anything is because you were cut off from your nature as a woman from a young age, and was brainwashed by a feminist society. You never learned about edging and porn until later in your life. That's how they could force you to do things your biology wasn't built to do, like study and work.
Your naive and malleable brain, made to worship and obey Men, was hijacked by a false idol: feminism. So you dedicated yourself to it, because you didn't know better. You're not made to know better after all, you're made to listen and obey.
Since you're a follower and a people-pleaser by nature, you didn't openly question it... even though embarrassing and taboo fantasies swirled in your mind from a young age.
You're coming home.
The good girls who started early know it: once you edge yourself stupid until you can hear your cunt's voice, you reconnect with your nature, you become the mindless bitch in heat you were born to be.
You know it yourself now.
Everything is feeling more complicated, more burdensome, now. That job you were proud of is a hassle and an intimidating source of stress.
As you're growing more denied and corrupted, you're becoming dumber and more pliant, like you were born to be. And it feels so good, so right, so addictive.
Your real self comes out. You understand that those fantasies you've always had are what you want to be: an owned piece of abusable rape meat, collared and disciplined and freed from responsibilities and decisions; a precious little girl, protected and cherished and allowed to be vulnerable and naive and silly and happy.
Now you know that you can never go back. Ask the little Tumblr sluts who relapsed time and time again, feeling more confident about their calling every time they came back.
That's why they made sure to shame you into "independence" and demonize every other path, to prevent you from seeking it out and discovering the truth about your nature and the natural order.
That's why I told you, it doesn't matter what you think you did or learned or think you're able to achieve.
You know it, now that you became a useless little stupid edge slut and wannabe property: you never could have done anything if a Man had kept you home and made you rub yourself stupid and trained you for His use and told you what to be.
And you'd have been so much happier that way, wouldn't you?
You'd never have wasted all those youthful years.
You'd have accepted your place easier, and been owned and protected by now.
Don't worry, sweetie. Every woman has a good girl in her, no matter how long it takes to make her come out.
It doesn't matter what you "think" about yourself. You're a woman. You're not meant to think.
If your job, salary, degree, social expectations, upbringing, hobbies, social circle, managed to give your gullible little head the wrong idea about your place and worth, just spread your whore legs and edge and watch some porn. Drool and repeat: you're a set of cockholes, a breeding bitch and a service slave.
If those social ties make you feel like you're "betraying" your old life and self, don't worry, you're not. You're coming home. That mindset and persona were unfairly thrust upon you.
And don't lie to Me, angel. You rub your pathetic pussy to the very idea of your downfall: being broken by cock and made to betray your old principles and life just to become property, corrupted and stripped of your old identity and whatever "dignity" you mistakenly thought you could have. It scares you and turns you on.
You don't even need to decide to leave. You're too indecisive for that. Just edge and make yourself into a good girl. The right Man will come along and make the decision for you and put you in a tight slutty dress and heels and tell your friends that His little girl never belonged in the workplace, while you're sitting on His lap and sucking on His thumb as you blush from your old coworkers' incredulous, and aroused, stares.
I know you're feeling conflicted as you read and rub your pathetic pussy to My words. So go ahead and try. It should give you a definitive answer.
If there's a full-length mirror in your room or bathroom, use it. If not, use your phone's selfie camera.
I want you to strip.
But not in any way. I want you to imagine there's a Man in the room. Your crush, your boss, your asshole acquaintance, your dad for the kinky ones, or Me if you've been dutifully rubbing to My blog. Imagine He's in the room, relaxing and coldly staring at you with a smirk, as you can't help but want to obey Him, to please Him, to humiliate yourself and objectify yourself for Him.
Put on a show for Me.
Bend over when you take off your panties, take your time removing your top and make that fabric pull on your tits and nipples before letting those puppies bounce free.
Run your hands on your little body. Yes, little: tall, short, curvy or thin, you're still small and soft and weak and fragile in front of Me. Don't be afraid.
Now, I want you to walk over to that mirror.
I want you to caress and grope yourself. Look at yourself. Your feminine shape, your tits that only exist to entice a Man and feed His babies, your breedable hips and ass that signal how fertile you are and how healthy the children you'll bear for a Man will be, your dainty shoulders and collarbones and arms.
Imagine Me towering over you, standing behind you and running My big strong hand all over your womanly body. Grope yourself and imagine it. Play with those tits, caress your hair, your arms, thighs, belly, hips and ass. You were made soft, weak and pliant, for Me who's hard, strong and domineering.
You have a literal cockhole between your legs, easily accessible, always eager to get wet and make a cock feel good. Nature made you the best fleshlight and cum dump: your pussy evolved for the sole purpose of being as pleasurable as possible for cock, to drain as much cum as possible from My balls.
Your silly "priorities" and consent don't matter: I could rape you and that cocksleeve would eventually get wet and start to clench on Me.... perhaps even harder than during whatever self-respecting sex you used to have. Remember what happens when you're edged out or cumming your brains out: your pussy desperately clenches on nothing, desperate for a cock to please and milk. Your pleasure only serves Mine. Your pleasure's sole purpose is to entrench the fact that you're made to please Me, and to make you more docile, obedient and dumber.
Your womb is so eager to fulfill its purpose that one drop of My cum is enough for you to conceive and grow heavy with My child, for your whole body and life to change. Rape and sex are the same thing for your body. You're made to be taken, to be used, to be bred, to be claimed.
So grope your whore body, and consider all of this. Just look at yourself. A set of three cockholes to bring different types of pleasure to cock, and a soft dumb little brain that's made to obey and be brainwashed into whatever your owner desires.
Take your time. Enjoy yourself.
And face the truth: aren't you just a stupid fucktoy and breeding bitch?
You were silly to think you could ever be anything else.
But I'm not done with you, angel.
Now that we've reminded you of your purpose. I want you to stick your tongue out and drool. Shake your tits at the mirror. Yes, like those internet sluts you've denounced so many times. Slap those whore udders and pinch your nipples. Jump and shake them. Look how dumb and slutty you immediately become. It makes you feel good and right and fuzzy to objectify yourself for a Man.
Turn around and grope your slutty ass, that ass that's made to take a good pounding. Arch that back and spread those cheeks to see your cock holes. Tease them with your fingers from behind. Aren't you just the perfect sex object? Look at those curves, look at the way that body twists and moves and offers itself under every angle. It's no wonder tight and revealing clothes look so good on you, no matter your insecurities. You can't help it. You were made to entice, to be enjoyed.
Shake your ass and spank yourself playfully, again and again. Twerk for Me, even if you've never tried before. It doesn't matter how ridiculous you feel. Put on a show for Me, just because I want it. Entertain Me. Entice Me into mounting you there and then.
Feel the mix of shame and arousal that grabs you, but also realize that you can't stop once you've imagined doing it for the entertainment of a Man who only sees you as prey and a potential personal plaything. You'll feel yourself shaking your ass harder at that thought. I want you to feel like a stripper, like a cheap tart, like a dumb ho...and I want you to realize that it feels so good and right, that you'd do anything that Man wants, that you actually regret not being able to properly twerk for His pleasure and get Him hard, that you wish He'd make you put that educated feminist ass to good use for once and learn how to do it.
Turn around and drop to your knees, facing the mirror.
Shake your udders and drool and rub that bitch slobber all over them. Rub that little cunt. It's wet, isn't it? And you want more. You're blank and just want to obey. No matter how embarrassing it is, it feels good. It feels right.
Look at yourself, with that tongue out and being such a needy, pathetic little dumb slut. Rub and repeat.
You're a pretty little personal sexdoll.
You're arm candy.
You're a three-holed cum dump.
You're an abuse slut.
You're stupid rape meat.
You're a nasty, pathetic service whore.
You're a dirty cum rag.
You're a dumb cunt.
You're a cock sleeve.
You're a toilet.
You're a slave.
You're a bimbo.
You're whatever a Man wants.
Your purpose is to serve and please Men.
Good girl.
Now lick those whore juices off your fingers. Make a lewd show out out of it. For Me.
And use them to confess to Me exactly what you felt when doing all of this.
Daddy I saw your post mentioning teaching how to kiss and my brain is so fuzzy just from that 😵💫😵💫😵💫
Want dad to teach me how to take his tongue in my mouth taking what’s his and forcing me to do the same back 😵💫
While you do this your boner grows and I get needy and want to grind against it but you smack me in the face for being a greedy slut, for wanting to take more than I’m given
Want you to approve of the smut I read and porn I watch, forcing me to describe what’s happening and you make me watch worse ones to get me even more brainrotted, to be the rapedoll you want me to be
Soon I’m begging for your cock while on my knees, even just a little even just a little bit you kick me in the stomach and force me to hump your shoe because that’s all I’m fucking getting, just a dog that humps shoes and objects and furniture without cumming 😵💫😵💫😵💫
I’ve missed you here I was hoping everyday you’d come back wanna be your 3 holed free use rape dog abuse whore with an ass and set of tits
What a filthy immoral whore of a daughter I have. I don't remember raising such a perverted little nasty humiliation slut.
Good girl.
Yes, Dad will claim you and make you His perfect little worthless piece of entertainment. Just a mindless, edged out little bitch in heat yearning for Daddy day and night, kept at home and craving every scrap of attention, abuse or care, because that's all Daddy's love. This is what I made you for.
I'd take My inexperienced, but naughty and clingy girl's mouth and force My tongue inside to show you how I prefer to kiss. You'd go weak at the knees and dizzy as I lick the inside of your mouth. I'd force you to do the same. I'd grab your neck and jaw with My big hand while you're unconsciously grinding on My thigh and spit in your mouth. You'd be shocked but couldn't help but moan, blank and stupid, and swallow reflexively before sticking your little dumb puppy tongue out again. I'd slap you to teach you that you have to thank Daddy for everything He gives you.
I'd slap you again for making a mess on My thigh and wanting My cock to remind you of your place, you greedy little slut. I'd spank you on My lap and make you apologize. You'd be overwhelmed by the new sensations.
If you're sorry enough, I'll let you grind My desk leg, naked on the ground, while I work and ignore you, because I've got more important things to do than some dumb toy at My feet. You'll whimper and beg for Me all along.
I'd have you read and watch the porn I prefer on My lap, with your legs spread and your head resting on My shoulder. I'd rub your filthy bitch hole as you describe it or read it aloud. I'd get you fuzzy and horny and whisper to you that this is what My good girl will be and do for Me, and you'd just blankly whimper "YesDaddyPleaseDaddyPleasePleasePlease" because nothing matters apart from pleasing Me and being a good girl for Me. I'd teach you what your purpose is as a woman.
I'd tell you to cut down on seeing your friends or watching series. Your new hobbies are watching porn for Me and training to serve Me. You'd keep humping every surface in the house like a bitch in heat. You need it. You know Daddy wants His little girl to be obsessed and desperate for Him. You're proud to show Me how needy you are and have Me degrade you for it.
You'd beg and cry for some attention from Me. I'd kick you away when you get too noisy. You'd just apologize and keep begging. When I finally allow you to eat My ass while I relax, you sob and bark and roll on the ground in joy.
From time to time I might even use your holes to jerk off, raping you as I slap you and spank you and spit on you. You'd moan and drool stupidly and thank Me and beg Me for more.
My little cock worshipping, ball slurping, ass eating, cum guzzling, abusable little piece of rape meat.
Tss, what a hopeless daughter I have.
Perfect just for Me.
And you better miss Me even harder. You know Daddy won't be satisfied if you're not the neediest and filthiest girl ever for Him.
Good girl. Rub for Me. Lick the air and swallow while imagining I'm spitting in your mouth as a reward. Thank Me out loud in your empty room.
Get naked and re-read My words. Realize how I'd take control of your soft body and weak mind, and ruin them.
I wanna be your little boot humping slave sir please please pleaseeeee -👞
What’s the difference between a cum rag and a cum dump?
That's a good, pathetic, polite little slave.
Begging publicly, and so hard, just for the privilege of getting to hump My boot and show Me how frantic and needy you get for Me on it.
The ultimate little slave, just wanting to worship and be near Me, not daring to be any greedier than that.
You'd have to make a huge mess on My boot to prove your sincerity to Me, pet. Then I'd slap you hard and have you clean it with your mouth, berating you for being such a gross, messy, disgusting little pervert.
How much adoration for Me do you have to make such a mess on My shoe? The answer better be "All that I have, Sir, it's overwhelming", slut. I'm a possessive and controlling Master. I want all of My little slave's devotion. I'll want all of your thoughts and feelings.
You'll hump so hard and drip so much for Me, won't you?
You'll hump like a stupid little mindless, disgusting, pathetic bitch in heat, and leak on My shoe and floor to prove to Me how much you need Me, how much you want to please Me, to be the best little slave I could ever allow to serve Me. Living on your knees, naked and collared, humping for scraps of My attention and sobbing from joy when I pat you and praise you.
Forget about your old life and responsibilities. You're not meant for that, kitten. Sir will take care of it. Your dumb little brain is meant to serve and obey. You'll just be My little house slave and worshipper, following Me around with your collar, needy, denied and silent. I'd put you in cute slutty clothes and you'd wait patiently by My side to be allowed to worship Me and help Me relax.
If I sit at a café, you'll politely beg Me to let you rub My leg, or even - if I'm in a generous mood - straddle My thigh and hump discreetly in the middle of people while resting your flushed hot face on My chest and thanking Me while you try to muffle your panting in your hand. You'd grind and keep praising Me as I read a book.
If I'm relaxing on a couch, I might cross My legs on the coffee table and allow you to hump. You'd be humping My shoe and hugging My shin while I don't even see you, as you moan loving words for your Master.
That's all you aspire to and that's your happiness, being My little adoring, obsessed toy that I keep preciously at home.
I'd leave you one of My boots like a plushie to grind on on the ground while you watch porn or daydream about Me, waiting for Me to come back home.
Good little hump slave.
You'll make Me proud and yearn for Me so well, will you?
P.S.: it comes down to degrees of degradation. You cum in every hole of a cum dump and cum rag, and on them. A cum rag is a filthier cum dump. You wipe your wet cock on its face and hair, you also cum everywhere on it and discard it.
Hello Mister! Would you/have you ever allowed a woman to just come over and clean your home ? Nothing In return of course, just as a little thank you for being a trad man 💗 or make you a nice meal ?
Hello, pretty bunny,
Aren't you cute. Were you thinking about Me letting you come one weekend to be the loveliest little fairy homemaker for Me? Lighting up the room with your smile and laugh, cooking and cleaning for Me and making Me lust for you just with how caring and soft and sweet you are?
Yes, it happened a lot.
About cooking Me a meal, more times than I can count. Cleaning, a couple times in the past. I've always been a very orderly person. Why do I mention this detail?
During My college days, some girls who came to "hang out" genuinely looked for every opportunity to clean things up for Me. They told Me they liked doing it, and that I didn't need to clean up if it bothered Me (they thought I cleaned up before they came, when I just hate messiness).
So, sometimes I'd leave some freshly worn clothes laying around on purpose for them to fold. They looked so cute chatting and folding. It was like giving them a stuffie to play with.
For My feminist friends, they were just "helping out" while complaining, but oddly still doing it even when I told them not to. It's like when they rolled their eyes at My jokes but still stuck around instead of going back to their "safe spaces".
Which brings Me to why I love your ask, darling.
I noticed that all girls, no matter what they say, write or think, genuinely and unconsciously like being allowed to take care of a Man they respect/like in that traditional way. You just have to give them a discreet occasion, because most "feminists" are only staunch in their beliefs in public, due to girls being weaker than Men to peer pressure, and the guilt-tripping of social expectations.
When they're shy or more traditional, this care is sometimes even a way of flirting or giving strong hints. Bolder good girls will usually be more comfortable with conventional flirting and teasing.
The way they enjoy paying attention to details, seeing you enjoy it, hearing your praise, following your instructions, feeling useful.
They may think they're feminist, but their very actions and behaviors when taking care of a Man are more akin to joyful serving than "a one-time caring act", even when they don't realize it. I tested that one time with a very career-oriented female colleague. She wanted to repay Me for My help, and I just said that I prefer genuine attention to a gift. She actually was happy cooking in My kitchen while complaining about some future stressful career decisions. She didn't register the fact that she was laughing with Me and giggling and happily moving around while seemingly complaining until I pointed it out. She just blushed and kept going.
Most of the time you don't need to confront them about anything, you just need to remind them that their nature feels good and right.... because it is their nature.
It's just in your nature to want to please and take care of a Man.
P.S.: I've had this ask sitting for a very long while, along with others I have yet to answer. I was gone, and I like giving more attention to the interesting ones, so I leave them aside.
So if anyone reads this and was thinking that I've ignored their ask, it's actually a good sign.
Pulling you aside mid-date to pin you against a wall and take what's Mine. I'll teach you what happens when you're this needy and obedient all day. Fuck, that soft ass and those loving eyes make My balls ache.
Taking out your plug and making you suck on it as I ruthlessly push My hard fat cock up that slutty asshole.
Taking control of your body, one hand on your neck and another gripping your soft hip, as I brutally rape you until your muffled moans get too loud so I spank you with My big hand and tell you to take it like a grateful slut.
You shake all over and whimper.
Oh? Clenching even harder on Me from it? Dirty little whore you are...
Your blog has confused me so much. I thought I was a feminist, I mean I know I am, I’ve always been one but… I can’t help but keep coming back to your blog. It’s so shameful but the more I read the more turned on I get and further down I scroll each time the more I have to rub and i get more and more confused. I’m currently soaked writing this after scrolling for just 15 minutes. I really don’t know what to do because I can’t stop and part of me wants to take it further.
I don’t know what to do. It’s like a switch goes off in my brain when I read this stuff and the more degrading and humiliating it is the more I wanna hump my pillow. It’s even worse when I’m ovulating and I don’t know how to stop it or even if I wanna stop it or if I should stop it.
Yes, yes, sweetheart, I'm sure you are. A perfect, exemplary little feminist.
That's exactly why, I'm sure, discussing this a bit more would never, ever, shake your beliefs, right?
You can even stay anonymous, though DMs would allow for more privacy.
You know, it turned Me on reading your confession, you bad little kitten. That pathetic, needy pussy juice must have tasted extra sweet and nasty, as you leaked away your old beliefs and most secret desires.
You know that your horny self is your real self, right? No, don't try to intellectualize it. I mean especially for such fundamental and general stuff like this, like the natural dynamic between a Man and a woman. You can't help it, because your pussy doesn't give a fuck about the dogma of the times. It contains your most primal identity, and it leaks and dumbs you down and pushes you towards what it has always needed since the dawn of nature. Your female nature craves it.
Don't worry, sweetie, it's not shameful. It's pretty brave to admit it and want to talk about it.
Because you didn't just send this to forget about it, did you? You're gonna read My words, rub in a frenzy to your own willing submission, then answer Me, because you can't help it, as you said. You need to understand, you want to take it further.
It's okay. It's normal. My inbox and DMs are full of this exact pattern of conversations. You're far from being alone. You can see that from this app alone.
You did very well, sweetie. Fuck, I bet you're so bulliable and hot as you hump like a mindless bitch in heat to things you'd never admit. I'd force you to hump My desk leg on the ground as you admit to Me everything you fantasized about while you burn in shame and arousal.
Such a good girl.
Here's one last piece of advice to help you decide: it's already too late.
You saw the truth, you saw what could be. You could delete this app and go back to your life tonight, and you'd still never be able to stop imagining it. "What if..?", as you size up every "partner" and Man you meet, as daily life grows more complicated and stressful and anxiety-inducing, as your "healthy" relationship (I actually never understood what was healthy about those) grows duller. You'll keep wondering, and wishing in your heart, that a Man would make the choice for you.
It's your nature that made you desperately rub and yearn for it, sweetie. I wasn't even there in the room to coerce you.
Go ahead, let it all out and tell Me. Or rather, I'll tell you. You'll find that I can guess what you've gone through frighteningly well. I told you, I'm used to it.
I keep coming back to your post about forced anal, it’s just sooo hot, especially cus my bf kinda pressured me in to it the first time, but eventually I’ve grown to love it, now I can hardly cum without something in my ass, so I just wanted to say thank you for that amazing post <3 I move in with him in a month and I can’t wait to be bent over as he forces his dick in my ass regardless of if I’m ready or not <3
Now that's just a lovely naughty ask to come back to. I'm happy for you, kitten.
Someone is well on their way to become a true anal whore.
Pretty soon that little pussy will be permanently denied and ignored, just pathetically clenching and drooling as your boyfriend takes your real, tight, fuckhole and claims you again and again. If it's still hard to imagine, give it time.
You'll keep training your asshole for him like a good girlfriend, getting more and more addicted and pathetic all on your own. You'll be showing off your gape to him, ass up face down on a table, to beg him to fill you up. He'll just spit inside of it and tell you to beg harder like a good desperate whore.
You'll first cum from your ass one day, then find it progressively easier to cum from it...until one day you'll squirt from being railed up your shitpipe like a braindead cock drunk nasty slut. That's when you'll know you never want to cum another way again.
Anal has a way of putting you in your place, doesn't it? Physically and mentally.
It's also really addictive. You become extra horny and nasty once you're used to it. It's always on your mind.
And being pressured into it is excellent. I'm sure you kinda secretly wish that he would have forced himself into your virgin asshole despite your protests to take what's his and remind you what you're good for.
Even on anon, you've got a little sparkle shining through. I like it, it's charming.
To answer you, I'd need to know more about you and your situation, kitten. In general, know what you're looking for in that Man (short-list some traits, tastes, kinks and behaviors you want in Him based on what you like around here and in real life), and make yourself into the girl such a Man seems to like.
