Welcome to lecture 169. This lecture is about you.
It's normal to feel those things you've grown up being told to hide from. Those thoughts that come to you at night and won't go away. Those secret little pulses down below that society wants you to hide. It's normal to want to stop pretending. It's normal to want to give into those urges. It's normal to want to be held down and taken. You're not alone. You're not weird or wrong. In fact, studies consistently show that a large majority of girls have fantasies about being taken by force.
You're different though, you're not indulging these urges watching shitty PornHub puppet shows, you're not painting your face with a spray can and waving your arse in some nightclub. No. You're different. You're smarter, you're more inquisitive, more self-analytical. You're here, reading, learning, trying to understand yourself, trying to find your way, trying to keep your hand out of your panties.
Now let's return, back to those feelings, those little pulses and tingles between your legs. Those little pulses, those little sparks of electricity shooting up your nerves, they don't necessarily mean you're a slut. They don't necessarily mean you need someone take you and own you. They don't necessarily mean you're a naughty little whore better collared on her knees. All of that is for you to decide. No one in this world can tell you who you are ... unless you let them. Unless, deep down, down low, down on your knees, you want them to
That is your choice, your question, to be a slut or not to be a slut. To lose your chains, or to chain yourself, your real self, further deep down inside your own private prison of shame
Start by neatly laying out all your toys on the floor before you, along with your plug, your dildo, your gag, your harness, your church clothes, your veil and your rosary, and kneel before them. Kiss each of the toys in turn, thanking them for being instruments of your submission, and then kiss your plug, dildo, gag, harness, rosary, church clothes, and veil, saying aloud their invocation and naming the purpose they have in your devotion as you put each of them on in turn
For your plug -Â âOh Lord my god, my asshole welcomes this plug for you, that I may stretch and fill this hole for the pleasure of your cock; it reminds me that everything I am is yours to take and fuck as you please, in all submission to your will.â
For your dildo - âOh Lord my god, my cunt embraces this dildo for you, that I may edge and tease this hole for the pleasure of your cock; it reminds me that the purpose of my body is to provide entertainment and pleasure, in all submission to your will.â
For your harness - âOh Lord my god, my body is restrained by this harness for you, that I may constantly remember your will defines me for the pleasure of your cock; it reminds me that each movement and action is permitted by you, in all submission to your will.â
For your rosary - â Oh Lord my god, my worship is made manifest in this rosary for you, that I may offer up my prayers and adoration for the pleasure of your cock; it reminds me that I am humbled in my absolute veneration to you, in all submission to your will.âÂ
For your church clothes - â Oh Lord my god, my form is sheathed in false modesty by this outfit I wear for you, that I may further enact my worship of you in secret, for the pleasure of your cock; it reminds me that my body and devotion are reserved for your enjoyment, in all submission to your will.â
For your veil - âOh Lord my god, my face is shrouded in discretion by this veil I wear for you, that my joy, my tears, my adoration and obeisance are yours alone, for the pleasure of your cock; it reminds me that my expressions and features are reserved for your enjoyment, in all submission to your will.â
Then, with your gag still remaining, kneel before your mirror, and light incense and pray:
âOh Lord my god, I witness myself now as you have set out for me; in my submission to you, my holes are full, my body is bound, my mind is quieted. I kneel in preparation for the fullness of my devotion, for my heart is ever full of worshipful thoughts; to you I pray continuously, through my words, my acts, and my beliefs, and submit always to your desires and give thanks for the trials and agonies you visit upon me. Since I last knelt here, for you I haveâŠâ
And then list out your tasks, your challenges, and your punishments that you have completed this week.Â
â...and for all this I am filled with gratitude, for the opportunity to suffer, and be corrected.â
Then, reaching under your church dress, wet your fingers by rubbing them against your clit and tracing the outline of your filled cunt, and put out the incense between them.
Finally, for your gag - âOh Lord my god, my god, now my voice will be stilled by this gag, that my devotion will be complete and I will contemplate and worship you in silence, for the pleasure of your cock; it reminds me that my reflection on the trials and torments you grant me bring me to tranquility, and that in distress I will find peace, in all submission to your will.â
Then, you will truly be in devotion.
If for any reason you need to take out a toy while you are in devotion:
âOh Lord my god, I beg your mercy, for though the devotion of my body is for this moment broken, I will restore myself to devotion as soon as I am able, for my devotion makes me whole; I am grateful for your understanding and leniency, when I instead deserve punishment for these moments in which I am not fully dedicated to you.â
In addition to the devotion, and in addition to your attendance at mass, and in addition to your prayers - each Sunday, you will complete the following tasks.
Grind your cunt against the floor for five minutes, then kneel over the wet spot you made and drool onto it, then grind your cunt against it again while you fuck a toy into your ass; then wipe your tits across the puddle, repeat, out loud âThis is more than I deserveâ, and lick up any mess you made. Move to another room, and repeat the process; do this at least three times.
Kneeling on rice with your knees apart, with clamps on your nipples, lean backwards and slap your cunt until you cry, then pinch your clit as hard as you can and hold it for as long as you can take, while repeating out loud âI suffer for my Lord, my godâ. When you can't hold it anymore, slap your inner thighs, starting at your knees and working your way back up until you are slapping your clit again, then pinch and hold your clit until the tears return.
While nude and in front of a mirror, cycle through your poses - standing, kneeling, and face-down ass-up - spending a minute in each one, making sure each one is correct and comfortable. Cycle through them a second time, spending five minutes repeating a mantra out loud in each pose; check your posture at the beginning and end of each interval. Cycle through them a third time, spending ten minutes edging in each pose; check your posture at the beginning and end of each interval.
After being in devotion for the day, saying your prayers, attending mass, and completing your tasks, use a dedicated notebook and write a short poem about worship, reverence, deification, and adoration; sign the poem with a lipstick kiss, and then read each of the poems you have written thus far out loud to yourself.
An eloquent and insightful guide written by an emeritus professor of the art. Any and all subby little Catholic whores studying worship within our walls would benefit from heeding the lessons contained within. Obey your lord. Never allow yourself arrogance or self-importance. Suffer to better yourself and please those above you. Punish your slutty, sinful body and find salvation through a veil of tears
Hi Sir, I was wondering, if perhaps you haven't shared smth similar already, how to condition someone to cum from light stimulation?
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I don't think I have talked about this topic. I am assuming we are discussing cunt physiology (male slaves are a bit different, psychology plays a big role for them in this specific instance). Anyway, I don't do this type of training very often, but here are a few things that might help. Note that with a good trainer they would look at a girl's specific characteristics and come up with a plan that suits her specifically. In any case, these are some general things to try:
Reduce the number of cummies to increase her neediness. If she is used to have 5 a week, bring it down to 2 or 3 (but don't go crazy, if she normally has cummies 3 times a day, don't go once a year all of a sudden!).
Limit the time a girl is allowed to rub. Have her set a timer for 5 minutes. Once the time is up she has stop and not touch for at least 1 minute. Every week or so, make these intervals longer and gradually reduce the time she is allowed to rub. After a few months she should be allowed to rub for about 15 seconds with 1 hour breaks. More or less. Every girl is different.
Most importantly, only allow her to rub very gently. I train cunts to do "circles". Basically use your fingertip to gently rub her "button" in circles around once per second. I often tell a girl "10 circles" and she is to do 10 circles, but most cunts eventually lose the ability to count accurately and get distracted too easily, so a timer is a good option.
One way of speeding up the process is to instruct her to stop rubbing as soon as she reaches the edge. Praise and use plenty of verbal positive reinforcement (let her know how proud you are, and what a good girl she is, etc.) when she reaches an edge within the allowed time. As an example, after she is able to regularly arrive to an edge in under 5 minute (after 10-20 times), reduce the time to 3 minutes (then 2, then 1, and so on).
When she reaches an edge command her to have cummies from time to time. Use a coin flip or some other random system to make this unpredictable. Don't let her know in advance, gradually make the chances smaller 1/2 then 1/3 then 1/5, 1/8, etc.
Always praise and stay positive. If she reaches an edge that's good. If she does not reach an edge within the time, that's also good because she is doing what she is told and it is amusing to watch her stay needy and desperate.
Best thing is if you don't let her know your goal is to do this type of training, but if she already knows, de-emphasize the goal. Whether she becomes more sensitive is not important. What is important is that she is obeying like a good girl. Encourage her to go blank and mindless. Encourage her to enjoy the sensations and let her know that cummies are not important. Obeying and entertaining you is more important.
I assume this training will be done in person. In that case, let her rub herself at first. It is easier for her to do what feels good. Observe her "technique". Then eventually, after a few weeks, start doing some of the sessions yourself once in a while. Depending on the girl, incorporating restraints might be beneficial. With time, do the sessions yourself more and more. Eventually you can train her that she is not allowed to touch herself anymore. After that, you can gradually very the type of stimulation, and change her position so that she learns to get to the edge in more and more ways. This is where you can get slowly, more and more creative.
In the end, ask yourself "why" you want to do this. This goal may require a lot of effort so you should have a good reason to go through all the trouble.
If she is self-training, I would still suggest asking one of her sisters to help. It is easier to stick to the program when you have to be accountable to someone else. If you are self-training, don't leave this open-ended. Just commit to doing this type of training for 2 weeks. Or 3 months. Or whatever. Don't get too ambitious. Better do this for 3 days and finish what you start, commit to 6 months and get discouraged and give up after 5 months. That's just not a fun experience. Do less, and finish what you start. Take a break. If you want, you can always do it again and choose a longer time afterwards. Make this fun and a positive experience. Don't pressure yourself. Just treat this as an "experiment". you might get the anticipated results or not, either way the goal is to learn about yourself and your body, not necessarily achieve some sort of silly goal (see 9 ask yourself why you want this).
Anyway, that's all I can think of for now. Good luck.
âYou canât seriously expect this to work,â she said, sounding much braver than she felt. The moment sheâd seen him her heart had started racing, and the second heâd smiled at her sheâd got butterflies. It was already working.
âDonât know what youâre talking about,â he said, still with the smile. The smile almost made her want to forget the whole thing and just forgive him. Then she snapped out of it.
âDonât lie to me! I know what youâre doing! âProject Girlfriendâ? You sick fuck!â
He chuckled, and the sound sent little ripples up and down her spine. Made her feel so silly and small. Made her want to apologise. She gritted her teeth and remembered what he was trying to do, what his plan for her was. It gave her enough to hold onto. Just.
âOh that. Thatâs just a joke. Thereâs no way that could possibly work, is there?â He said.
âNo!â She spat.
âExactly. I mean, we both know youâre a feminist, right?â
âI am!â
âAnd thatâs never changing, is it?â
âNever! No!â
âIt would be silly of me even to try. So thatâs why itâs a joke. You have nothing to worry about.â
âBut-â
She was going to keep protesting, keep arguing, keep holding onto that little knot of anger and disgust she had from knowing it wasnât a joke but he stepped forward and put a hand onto her waist and his other hand up to her cheek and instantly all her thoughts and worries and anger and disgust disappeared.
Her knees went weak. Her heart fluttered, and so did her lashes as she locked eyes with him. Looking at him, into his eyes, a great sense of peace flooded her. She felt calm, she felt safe. She could trust him.
âItâs just a joke,â he said.
âItâs just a joke,â she repeated, dreamily, the thrill of having his words in her mouth making her a little giddy.
âYou donât need to worry about the project. Itâs just a joke.â
âI donât need to worry about the project. Itâs just a joke.â
âItâs such a joke, you donât even mind playing along with it.â
âItâs such a joke, I-I donât even mind playing along with it.â
He smiled wider and gave her the tiniest little kiss on the forehead. She nearly swooned.
âThere. Much better. Glad we straightened that out.â
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âSince when do you have a VR headset?â Ruth asked from her chair.
âChristmas present. Put it on,â he said, proffering it to her. She took it. Heavier than it looked.
âWhy?â
âPart of the project.â
Her cunt twinged at that, but she tried to play it off like nothing. Like all the dirty thoughts sheâd been having about him lately. It was just because the joke was so ridiculous, that was all. Just meant it was on her mind. That was all.
âO-oh? Just as stupid as the rest of the parts?â
âYouâll see, wonât you? Put it on.â
She did so. The visor plunged her into blackness and the chunky headphones cut off almost all sound. For a moment she was deaf and blind and an odd spike of panic gripped her, then the screen flicked on along with the headphones, which made a tiny pop.
A video started. It took a second for her to work out what was going on. A POV-style video. A porn one, plainly. Looking down, the camera showed off the curvy, naked body of a girl utterly unlike her. She scoffed in disgust.
âReally?â She said aloud, though if he said anything back to her she couldnât hear it.
In front of her eyes, the girl was moving. Hands with long, perfectly manicured and perfectly painted nails came into view and started to run over her body, small gasps and coos sounding in her ears, which got her attention
âSuppose she is kindaâŠhotâŠâ
In a cheap and fake kind of a way, obviously. But then-
[So soft and feminine, so smooth.]
She was brought up short. The words - that voice - had come from nowhere. Or it had sounded like it had. The little moans and gasps had come at her from the sides, in her ears. The voice, that delicious voice, had seemed to come from inside her own skull.
âW-what?â She said, though without being able to hear herself she didnât even notice sheâd said it.
The girl was playing with her tits now, groping herself, pinching her fat nipples and starting to pant. Ruth was starting to pant, too, and the urge to bring her hands up to her own tits was hard to fight.
[My tits are meant to be played with. Groping is a compliment.]
âMy tits areâŠwait, what? Thatâs justâŠitâs a jokeâŠitâsâŠgroping is aâŠa complimentâŠâ
She couldnât fight it anymore. Her hands came up and squeezed herself through her shirt. She groaned, not even aware she was doing it, forgetting he was still there and would see. She just thought she was vibing with the video, getting into it. Groping was a compliment. So gross. So stupid.Â
But it kinda made senseâŠ
Because if Ruth thought about it - and she was now - if a girl got groped, that must mean she looked good enough to be worth it, right? Good enough to be worth some guyâs time. Or some girlâs, maybe, but mostly guy she thought. It would only really count as a compliment from a guy. That made sense too, somehow.
Had to be a guy doing it.
Had to be him doing itâŠ
The girl was laying down now, Ruth saw, and she would have done the same if she could. In the event she just experienced a very disorientating sensation and had to grip the chair with one hand for a moment. Then the girl spread her legs. Long, soft, smooth legs.
[A girl is soft and delicate.]
Ruth knew she might pretend to be tough, to not care how she looked, but deep down she knew it was because she was scared. Scared of how she couldnât avoid being soft and delicate. Because she was soft and delicate. All girls were. She just tried to hide it, because she was afraid it might mean someone would take advantage if they knew.
ButâŠ
Wasnât hiding it wrong?
[A girl is docile and submissive.]
Yes. It was wrong. She shouldnât hide it. Everyone should know. It should be obvious. Everyone should see how soft and delicate she really was, how weak, how easily sheâd cave to anything they might want to do. Why hide it? It was only making her unhappy keeping it inside, keeping it hidden.Â
She was soft and delicate, docile and submissive. She was a girl. She needed to embrace it.
It was a shock when the headset was removed.
âW-what? Whatâs happening?â She asked, slurring slightly, unaware sheâd been drooling a little. She blinked at the unexpected brightness, and then his face came into view and her belly lurched.
âGood, right?â
âO-oh yeah. Real good. Such a g-good joke,â she said, clenching her thighs together as the between her legs rose at the sight of him. At that second, if heâd asked her to do anything, she would have done it. She knew.
As it stood, all he did was pat her on the head.
âWell done,â he said.
Once he was out of earshot, Ruth whined with need.
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âVery good. Say it again.â
Ruth was on her knees. It was part of the joke. She was on her knees between his legs, her hands on the floor in front of her. Like how a dog sat. He was running his thumb around her mouth, over her lips, slowly, slowly. Ruth was panting. Sometimes sheâd forget herself and try to take it into her mouth but heâd always just tut and pull it out of reach. Just part of the joke. It wasnât serious.
Just like how what heâd been having her say wasnât serious.
âG-girls are just dumb toys. Iâm made to be a toy.â
âThatâs good. And?â
âItâs wrong to pretend Iâm not. Iâve been pretending Iâm not a toy. Thatâs wrong. C-cock will fix me.â
It was a joke. It was just a joke. Their silly joke. It didnât mean anything. It wasnât real.
His cock was so closeâŠ
âYouâre so good at remembering it all, Ruth. Well done,â he said, patting her on the head and then - and this was a first - stroking her. Like a dog, again. She hummed happily and nuzzled into his hand before sheâd even realised what she was doing, and when he stopped her face burned with shame, her cunt clenching with need.
âI-itâs a funny joke,â she said lamely.
âIt is. You can get up now.â
She did, unsteadily.
âIs there - are there any - is there more j-jokes for today?â She asked, hoping she didnât sound too eager. Just about every day now she waited for the time when they continued the project together - as a joke.
He thought about it a second.
âHmm. Maybe. Let me think. Oh, yeah, thatâd be good. Hey Ruth, you ever kissed a boy?â
âN-no,â she said, looking down at her feet, embarrassed.
âWell then, I think itâd be a good joke if you did. Come here,â he said, patting the spot on the sofa next to him. Ruthâs eyes widened and her jaw dropped, but she sat down all the same.
âWhat-â she started to say, but he didnât wait for her to finish. He went in and he kissed her.
And it was amazing. Instantly the best thing sheâd ever done. Breathtaking. Shocked for a split-second she melted into it the moment the shock had passed. It was just so good. She didnât even really care when he put his hands on her - in fact, she quite liked it. Went along with the kiss, the joke.
One hand went around her waist, under her shirt, against her skin. The other went to the back of her neck, holding her for the kiss. It was good. Felt right. He had control of her.
It starts to make her a little heated. Even more so than she was before. Sheâs kissing back with a hunger sheâs never had. Sheâs a little put-out when he broke the kiss, but is instantly back in when his starts to kiss along her jaw to her ear, then down her neck to her shoulder, teeth trailing along her skin. She tingles. She moans.
He sits back.
âSee? Good joke.â
Ruthâs at a loss. He stopped so suddenly it feels like something wonderful was ripped away from her. She needed more.
âB-but - I mean - y-yeahâŠâ she mumbles.
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Ruth was in her room. She was topless. She was looking at her tits.
Ruth had never much liked her tits. In all honesty she was a bit embarrassed by them. They were just so big, they were just so there. People found it hard to ignore them. One of the reasons why she dressed the way she did, really. To make them less obvious, to hide them.
But she was thinking about changing that now. He liked looking at them. She knew, because he did it. A lot. Sometimes when he must have thought she wasnât looking, sometimes when he must have known she was. He canât have been getting a good view though, the things she wore. The giant hoodies, the thick jumpers. No good at all.
Had to change.
Which was why sheâd bought some things. Ordered them online. Far too embarrassed to actually go out to buy them. It had been agonising waiting for them to arrive but they were finally here, and she was going to try them.
First were the new bras. Sheâd bought a couple, just in case one didnât turn out so good. Theyâd been expensive, but she had to - her old ones were ugly, useless. The new ones were pretty and, hopefully, functional. Would put herself on display. So she struggled into the first one.
It fitted. Just. Or rather, she just fitted into it, and even then barely. Her tits were pushed up high on her chest and threatened to spill out at any moment. It looked obscene. Maybe heâd like that? Better to try the other one first.
The other one was the far superior fit. It lifted and supported without squashing horribly or pinching, had lovely pretty lace and bows, and made her tits look fantastic. That was the one, definitely.
Now for the top.
Ruth had got a good couple of tops, too, just to be on the safe side. She had no idea what kind of style of top would be best for what she was trying to do, and no idea what kind of type he liked better, either. So sheâd got a bunch, and she started going through them one by one.
They were all very new and different from everything she normally wore. Tight, figure-hugging, low-cut, brightly-coloured - it all felt so strange. Not bad, just new. She whittled out the couple she didnât much care for and settled on those she did, and picked one specifically out of those to put on right then, to go and show him.
It wasnât anything particularly special, just a t-shirt, really, but it hugged her in ways nothing else sheâd had before did, and the neckline made sure her new bra could be put to very good use. Swallowing her nerves she left her room to go and find him.
âOh hey Ruth, looking good,â he said on seeing her, immediately looking down her top.
âY-yeah, bought some new stuff,â she said, pushing her chest out towards him. He didnât stop looking.
âI can see. Suits you, you look great,â he said to her tits.
âThanks.â
Then he looked up at her properly, for the first time since seeing her.
âYou know, if you put a little effort in, youâd be real hot,â he said.
âR-really?â
âOh yeah. Little makeup, maybe grow your hair out a bit. More clothes like this. Leggings maybe? Or even a skirt. Yeah, youâd look really good. Maybe look up some, uh, makeup stuff online or something, huh?â
âYeah! Y-yeah, I will. Thatâs a good idea. Thanks!â
He was back to looking down her shirt.
âDonât mention it.â
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âWerenât you meant to be at your thing this evening?â He asked.
âHmm?â
âYour thing. Where you normally go on Thursdays?â
She had to think for a second about what he might be talking about, then it clicked.
âHuh? Oh, uh, the FemSoc meetup?â
âYeah, that thing. Arenât you missing it?â He asked.
She was. Sheâd never missed one before.
âYeah but, uh, Iâd rather be hereâŠhanging with youâŠâ
They were on the sofa in the lounge. He was against the arm, she was nestled into him. He had his arm around her. She liked that he hadnât even asked before putting it there. Since sheâd decided to wear one of the little flimsy, stringy vests sheâd bought recently that meant his hand was right on her bare skin. It made her pulse quicken every time he unconsciously drew a tiny circle with his fingers.Â
Habit? She didnât know, but she liked it.
Before tonight she never ever would have thought of missing the meetup, or of hanging with him, really, but for some reason it had just happened and she hadnât been able to resist. After sheâd made dinner for them both (and done the washing up) heâd just asked if fancied watching a film and sheâd instantly said yes and that had been that.
She didnât know what the film was. It seemed kind of an action-y deal, but she honestly hadnât been paying that much attention. Mostly sheâd just been snuggling into him and feeling happy about it, not thinking much of anything at all. Every time she looked at the screen she saw either a guy shooting people or an explosion or some girl getting kissed by the guy shooting people and it all blended a bit. Normally the kind of thing she hated, but with him there it wasnât so bad.
âYou look nice today,â he said out of nowhere, snapping her back to reality. She blushed.
âY-yeah? Thanks.â
âDonât think I donât notice when you make the effort.â
She had been making an effort, and had been hoping he noticed.
Ruth wore makeup every day now, something sheâd never done before but now did just as a reflex. She liked to mix it up, see what caught his eye most, and today was comparatively subtle, but still miles away from where sheâd started.
Her clothes today were also pretty subtle, by most normal standards. By her old standards it was positively risque. She had one of the new bras on, of course, so her tits looked amazing, and the stringy vest meant there was very little of them being hidden, either.
On the bottom sheâd been brave enough to wear short shorts. Very short shorts. Denim cut-offs, they were well above the knee, almost to the bottom of her bottom. Sheâd even - in a moment of blind courage - decided not to wear tights with them like sheâd initially planned to. Since she wasnât going out now that had worked out.
Shaving her legs had been a good move, too. First time for everything.
Running them against one another felt so strange. She couldnât stop doing it.
Something on the screen caught her eye. Looking, she saw a girl - the heroine, maybe? Or the love interest? Both? She wasnât sure - in the most amazing dress. She looked stunning, looked like nothing Ruth knew she could ever look like. All slinky with her leg slipping through the slit in the dress and her beautiful tits on display with a plunging neckline and it all really was a lot.
And it gave her a jolt, because it made her realise something.
The girl was all like that - had put all that effort in - for him. She was there for him. And that was like Ruth. Sheâd done all of this for him. Sheâd thought about him when sheâd made herself all smooth, hoped heâd notice when sheâd picked the clothes, got butterflies when she did. All for him.
The girl in the film was an object, a trophy. Something he got.
And so was she.
Squeezing her legs together she snuggled deeper into his side.
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It wasnât a joke anymore. Not for her, anyway. She pretended it still was, for his sake, but for her it was serious now. Now she knew every word was true. Now she took it all to heart.
Everything she thought she knew had been wrong. Sheâd been wrong about herself for years. Had had it all totally backwards, had been confused. She hadnât known it, had thought that was just how she was meant to be, but she knew now that had all been wrong, so wrong.
But heâd been fixing her. Without even realising heâd started her on the road to recovery. His project - his joke - had started healing her. She felt so much better already, and it was all thanks to him. She owed him so much. She owed him everything.
He knocked on her door and she looked up, eager. Sheâd been sat on her bed waiting for him, all dressed up and ready. The door wasnât even closed. She didnât close it much anymore. Why would she? She didnât need to hide anything from him.
âReady for more project?â He asked.
âYes! Yes please,â she said, almost quivering with excitement. How would she be fixed today? What would she learn was wrong? How could she be better?
âStand,â he said and she leapt up at once. He looked her up and down, taking in what she was wearing today. She stood and let him. After all, it was for him anyway.
It was a summer dress day today. She wore dresses now. It was flowery and pretty and it showed off her tits magnificently and also her legs. Her lovely, smooth legs. They were always smooth now, she could never go back. Her slit was bare and smooth, too. More recent, but that was never going back either.
The only place with more hair, in fact, was on her head, with her having grown out a surprising amount. Almost to her shoulders now, and curled. It had taken some getting used to, but he said he liked it, so it was here to stay.
âClose your eyes,â he said once heâd finished inspecting her and she did so, her breath catching. This was new. Exciting. She heard him step closer, heard him step around, shivered when she felt him move in close behind her. âToday, Ruth, youâre going to get naked for me.â
âW-what?â
âBut keep your eyes closed while you take the dress off. Itâs part of it. Now go. Start.â
She didnât have a choice. As terrified as she was she knew she didnât have a choice. With trembling hands she started removing the dress, shucking it to the floor and leaving herself in just her underwear.
âBra and panties too, Ruth.â
Quickly, they joined the dress, and Ruth was naked. She tried to cover herself, but it was useless, of course, and she wasnât even sure why. She wanted him to look at her, and yet some strange part of her was still mortified.
âHands down,â he said, and that put paid to that anyway. She let her hands hang by her sides and stood, waiting, silent, eyes still closed. It was achingly quiet. What was he doing? Looking at her, must have been. What did he think? Did he like it? Like her? She hoped so. She hoped so so much she almost ached.
âWho is your body for?â He asked.
âMen,â Ruth replied immediately. Call-and-response was a big part of the project, and she had almost all of the lines memorised. Sometimes she said them to herself out of nowhere. Theyâd sunk deep.
His hands were on her ass and she jolted.
âWhatâs this?â
âM-my ass, sir,â she said, the âsirâ just slipping out.
âWhat is it for?â
âFor men to grope and spank and pinch. And f-fuck, if they want. Sir.â
His hands went away, but now she knew what he was doing. Her heart was thumping, blood roaring in her ears. God how she wanted him to touch her again. She didnât have to wait long.
âThese?â
âMy t-tits, sir. For men to look at, to make cocks hard. To wrap around cocks, to get cum on.â
It was true, it was all true. It felt so good to say.
His hands moved down.
âHips?â
âTo show Iâm a good breeder, sir. To show how obvious it is what Iâm for.â
Her brain was switching off. Didnât need it for this. Responses were automatic, and his hands felt too good for thoughts to get in the way.
âAnd this?â
âMy mouth. For sucking cock, for swallowing cum. For saying how worthless I am, how devoted I am to you, sir.â
His hand was between her thighs, his finger was in her cunt.
âThis?â
âOh God itâs yours sir itâs yours itâs all yours. You own it, itâs for you, your cock. Please sir, please, oh GodâŠâ
It had all slipped out, she couldnât help it. Having him so close - having him touch her - made it impossible to control. She needed so desperately for him to just take her, finally. When he took his hand away she sniffled, seconds away from bursting into tears.
âAre you confused, Ruth?â
That did it. She started crying.
âY-yes, sir. But youâre fixing me, I know! Y-youâre making me better and Iâm so, so grateful, sir, I⊠please, sir, pleaseâŠâ she sniffled. He didnât say anything straight away. His silence was crushing.
âKneel down, Ruth,â he said and she dropped at once. âDonât open your eyes.â
She did as sheâd been told. Doing anything else was unthinkable. Trembling, eyes closed, she knelt and she waited, heart pounding. Butterflies filled her belly when she heard the soft sound of a fly being undone. All at once she shuffled her knees apart, pushed out her chest, and opened her mouth. It came to her almost as a reflex. He hadnât even needed to train her for that.
âGood girl,â he said and she shivered, the words touching a special spot inside her head, a spot she hadnât even known about before him.
Something hot and hard came to rest on her lips. Not his finger. She could smell him.
She was shaking now. So hard not to move or open her eyes but he hadnât said to and so she didnât - couldnât.
âIâm going to let you in on a little secret, Ruth,â he said, a hand settling possessively on top of her head. âAnd maybe you worked it out already, I donât know how smart you are now. But the project? It wasnât a joke. The idea was always to have you like this. I just didnât expect it to be so easy. I expected you to push back a little.â
He was stroking her hair. His cock was still just on her lip. She was fighting not to pant. He was so close. Warm. Smell. Sound of him. Too much. Couldnât even pick out the words. Too needy. Happy. Desperate. She groaned.
âAnd right now youâre probably too excited with my cock being there to even really listen. Right? Hmm? Yeah, I thought so. Well thatâs okay. Youâre only going to get dumber from here, Ruth. My girlfriend is dumb and pretty, and youâre well along to that. NowâŠâ
Ruth groaned again, muffled, as he filled her mouth and used her for the first time.
13 - edge to nastier and nastier porn. regular porn is boring. on the rare occasions you do get permission to cum, do it to porn that makes you feel uncomfortable and wrong
this is Anna. Anna is a cunt I met on Tinder. you see Anna is a proud cunt. sheâll argue back while touching herself.
the thing about Anna is that she always came back. no matter how far I pushed her. no matter what depraved nasty thing I made her say or do, sheâd be back
then one day I got sick of her
this is the photo I received when I told her she might be able to convince me I to see her one last time
