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@zebrine2
Pleading with his Puppy Eyes
So desperate to be allowed to service it's Master. But it is being taught that it no longer gets whatever it wants. It must earn any pleasure. A swift and forceful slap to the face will help remind it who is in charge. And then into the cage for a couple of hours so Master can have some peace.
He's at least 20 years younger than you, but he's already even more of a man than you could ever hope to be. So you booked the hotel room in the city for a couple of nights as instructed and thought this was finally going to be the night you would get to serve Him. After arriving first you got out the gear He had told you to bring, stripped naked, put on your collar and left the key to your chastity on the side. He arrived a little later and immediately dragged you to the bathroom by your collar. Scrambling to follow Him, you were shocked when He pulled some handcuffs from His back pocket. He pushed you to the floor and swiftly locked your wrists behind the toilet with no means of escape. "I'm going to a couple of parties. No idea when I'll be back, but I'll have the bed when I do return. This is ideal for you - sleep on the floor and when you need water just put your head in the toilet bowl and lap it up." He unzipped His leather trousers, took out His superior cock and pissed into the toilet bowl. "Flushing is entirely off limits of course, whatever is in there." Yes, Master" you replied meekly. With that He left the bathroom, closed the door, and turned off the lights. A couple of minutes later you heard the same from the bedroom as He left the room, leaving you there in the dark, naked, entirely under His control, and unsure whether you will be left there for a couple of hours, a couple of days, or even longer.
He's at least 20 years younger than you, but he's already even more of a man than you could ever hope to be. So you booked the hotel room in the city for a couple of nights as instructed and thought this was finally going to be the night you would get to serve Him. After arriving first you got out the gear He had told you to bring, stripped naked, put on your collar and left the key to your chastity on the side. He arrived a little later and immediately dragged you to the bathroom by your collar. Scrambling to follow Him, you were shocked when He pulled some handcuffs from His back pocket. He pushed you to the floor and swiftly locked your wrists behind the toilet with no means of escape. "I'm going to a couple of parties. No idea when I'll be back, but I'll have the bed when I do return. This is ideal for you - sleep on the floor and when you need water just put your head in the toilet bowl and lap it up." He unzipped His leather trousers, took out His superior cock and pissed into the toilet bowl. "Flushing is entirely off limits of course, whatever is in there." Yes, Master" you replied meekly. With that He left the bathroom, closed the door, and turned off the lights. A couple of minutes later you heard the same from the bedroom as He left the room, leaving you there in the dark, naked, entirely under His control, and unsure whether you will be left there for a couple of hours, a couple of days, or even longer.
I have not used my arms or stood on my feet for a month now, have not spoken or eaten human food, have not breathed fresh air for just as long. They have thought of everything, even the removal of my nails, treating them to permanently stop their growth. My feed is laced with laxative, so that all my waste is a liquid which sloshes around the suit, stinking it up horribly. The catheters which allow me to pass waste have a release valve which keeps the pressure in my colon and bladder far above what I can bear, only opening for a few drops at a time, and the constant pressure and slow drip of waste gnaws at me constantly. Every day the suit is drained and cleaned with a scorching liquid disinfectant, and a small amount of itching powder is added, enough to drive me crazy for the next 24 hours, all this done without it coming off, not allowing a single second of relief.
Everyday I watch mutely as the legs come and go in front of me, as they laugh and talk and eat, come and go from the house at will, and I remain helpless, ignored. Every trickling drop of sweat tickles me, the itching powder torments me, my overfull and dripping bladder teases me, and I tug in frustration at the confining sleeves. I want so badly to scratch the burrowing itching, wipe off the slow drops of sweat, but each time I am reminded of my useless hands and arms, bound so tight I cannot even move my fingers. I want so badly to stand on my feet, walk and sit and run like everyone else, but the shackles keep my legs firmly folded.
The worst is their total indifference, the way they casually inflict torment without so much as sparing another glance at me, ignoring my pleading as they kick me down, knowing I cannot get up, press my neck to the floor as they hold a casual conversation, indifferent to my gagged screams for mercy.
"Alright sub. you know the drill. Take the boot off and sniff... good boy. Now, plant your face on the bottom of My foot and bask in it. Show Me some gratitude for letting you stick around and be my little housekeeper. I worked a double shift at the warehouse today, and what did you do? Remember, you only get three mess-ups before I punish you.
Alright, let's see... From here, I can spot a dirty coffee mug on the counter. you had all day to clean that up for Me, it should be in the dishwasher, if not fully washed, dried, and put away. That's strike one. you'll take care of that when we're done here.
Moving on. you've got My dinner in the oven, but it's not ready...it should have been ready to serve when I walked in the door. A Man shouldn't have to wait for His sustenance, sub. Strike two.
Strike three is just because I can...just because I want to. It'd be a shame to let these socks go to waste after I worked so hard to get them so funky. Here's your punishment: open your mouth and put it right under My toes, and breathe in deep with your mouth. That's right – inhale my stank. Just suck all that filthy, sock-filtered air into your mouth. No licking, just breathing. That's what a Man's day smells and tastes like.
Alright, here's how the rest of your night is going to go. After you bring My dinner to the table and serve Me, you can lay under the table and just inhale My sock sweat with your mouth while I eat. After dinner, I'll put one of the socks in your mouth to marinate for a couple hours. I guess that's your dinner tonight...my cheesy, sweaty socks. Maybe tomorrow, you'll be motivated to do better.
I'm a feminist. Women in general are equals.
It's just *you* in particular who's an inferior fuck toy.
You deserve to lick my ass while I fuck women superior to you, then clean my dick after, you deserve to suck my cum out of her ass, and you deserve to be both our toilet so we don't have to leave the bed to go piss.
Know your worth! 💪
not the same person who sent the last ask but i’m 22 f and i’ve only just lost my virginity recently but i think ive ruined myself. i cannot finish if im not thinking about worshipping someone’s ass i want to do it so bad, someone who literally doesn’t give a shit about me, i want to worship them like the god they are because they deserve it my reward is their pleasure <3 it’s becoming one of only things that turns me on recently. i just want a man to sit on my face sweaty, dirty, i don’t care, and it’s even better if you don’t care because i’ll take whatever i can get. i’d do whatever you want me to do, i’d be whatever you wanted just as long as i can serve you. i just want to be furniture for anyone who would take me in, i would cook and clean and literally pay just to worship someone’s ass or their feet or literally anything they let me.
"Ruined yourself"? Sounds like you're a perfectly usable ass cleaner.
Ass cleaners don't get to come, of course, so no point in talking about finishing. The joy of being toilet paper is all the pleasure you need, don't you agree?
Maybe it will get to play with its clit on birthdays.
As a prank, her friends have sealed her into the thick waterproof wetsuit and helmet with restricted air intake and leashed her by the beach far away from any shade. She watches them splashing in the cool water and drinking ice-cold juices while sweating and thirsting in her helmet, unable even to escape her own body odour.
Now and then they seal up the air intake to watch her struggle and gasp for air in her helmet. In the evening they have a barbeque where she is leashed to the grill and has to cook their food while sweating even more, while they sit and talk in the cool evening air. The intake hose picks up the smoke from the grill and her helmet is slowly filled with the smell of grilling meat, but she has to go hungry while the sights an smells and sounds of food fill her senses. When she starts screaming and crying non-stop, they take off the helmet to gag her, and force her to continue.
In the morning they attach a tube to her gag leading out of the helmet so that she can eat and drink, and then leash her to a heavy weight and drive off, leaving her to hike back to her home in full gear. Little does she know that the long summer break of hell is only just starting...
"What's wrong, babe, don't like the new outfit?" At this she lets out a furious mmmmph into the gag, bucks and twists against the unforgiving straps, as if I hadn't spent all that money to make sure nobody short of superwoman would be able to get out. I take another sip of tea.
"Well, better get used to it, babe. Here's a cloth. The floors don't clean themselves around here, you know?" She doesn't understand, even after I clip an old, stained rag to her gag, letting her inhale its fumes with each breath. She cannot imagine I would make it so demeaning for her. Poor girl. Time to teach her. I press a button.
The gagged, wounded, animal yelp which comes from behind the rag is delicious. I press the button again. Soon enough, she gets to wiping the hard-wood floors with her rag, looking like a glossy brocade worm, and it is made known to her that if a single spot is missed, there will be consequences.
Another sip of tea, another piece of bean cake. With the heating on, all the rooms are nice and warm. It must be boiling for her in the suit, poor girl. My footrest mmmphs in frustration as I prod it in the sides. Perhaps it is time for a walk. I turn on the surveillance AI, max out the punishments for rebellious behaviour, then take my coat from the stand, tickling it in the armpit to hear its furious mmmphs before setting off.
It's a cool autumn day, so I won't take the dog along: it likes it nice and warm, leashed to the treadmill by the fireplace, whimpering when the lead goes taut.
I pass her again on the way out, furiously wiping the corridor with her gag, sweat streaming down her forehead. I press the button again, just for fun, and step out into the fine autumn evening.
Thinking about my dom randomly deciding to take away me being allowed to go pee.. just making the decision for me that I need to hold it.. starts making me drink more water, because he wants me to stay hydrated of course. But it seems when I finish one cup it's suddenly all full again..I start getting squirmy and I begging and he just hushes me.. I notice him going to set something up and I want to come with too see what it is but he tells me to sit and stay so I, hoping to get relief in the bathroom, agree and just squirm in my spot. After a few minutes he comes and gets me bring me to right outside the bathroom where a puppy pad is sitting. I look at him with curious eyes before it dawns on me what he wants...I start trying beg him but he just swisher me by pulling me down to sitting on the puppy pad.. as soon as I'm sitting the urge to pee comes back ten fold.. so there I am looking up at my dom starting to squirm around. He tells me to hold it while he slowly undresses me, but only taking my pants off. Then before I know it he's grinding his boot against my bladder, I'm crying trying to squirm away but he just grabs me by my hair and slaps me across the face before putting more pressure and I can't control it I piss all over myself.. sobbing failure written all over my face. He gives me a soft tut tut... and sticks my nose in the puddle I made...
M not gonna tag him cause I don't wanna bug him. But sir if you see this.. 🥺👉👈 please
I have this fantasy where someone makes me anal only. I’m not denied, since I can cum from anal, they just dont allow me to touch my cunt or clit. They want me to be their good little anal slut, so I have to get all of my pleasure from my ass. My ass is my only use, and my only purpose is to be a sex toy. They’d pound and stretch and wreck my ass every day, only touching my pussy to whip or clamp it or slap it. They’d get me a chastity belt that covered and contained my pussy but left easy access to my ass so they could stick their fingers or cock in whenever they wanted. Maybe they’d even make me refer to my ass as my pussy, forcing me to call my pussy something disgusting like my “slop hole” or “slimey gash”. They’d fuck my ass hard and rough, and after they got me to cry they’d lean in really close and whisper in my ear how I’m a pathetic anal whore, how my asshole is the hole they like best cause it hurts me the most to fuck, how my pleasure and my dignity are jokes… and how they’re gonna turn my ass into their urinal next.
My rules are simple. If I own or if I am training a cunt she obeys them or else.
Rule 0: She is my property, she is not a person, she has no rights and as such her body and her mind are mine to do with as I please. The body must be kept fit, clean and attractive for my pleasure, the mind must never think of anything other than how to please and obey me. My orders and whims are law and gospel to her and she is to devote her life to acting in my best interests.
Rule 1: Unless otherwise obeying an order, she is to be on her knees where she belongs.
Rule 2: Unless otherwise obeying an order, her mouth’s resting postilion must form an “o” shape to remind her that its primary use is for cock sucking.
Rule 3: Unless otherwise obeying an order, her tits must be thrust out and on display at all times.
Rule 4: Unless otherwise obeying an order, high heels are required to be worn at all time, including when bathing or sleeping.
Rule 5: Unless otherwise obeying an order, she must always be collared.
Rule 6: No hair is permitted other than which grows on her head. All other hair must be shaved regularly or permanently excised..
Rule 7: Unless otherwise obeying an order, she is never to look her master in the eye or speak except to answer direct questions and then only in simple, truthful sentences.
Devotional Training.
Most females want a grand wedding with lots of friends and relatives. The kind of wedding I want would not work under those conditions. It would involve the bride being completely naked through the entire event with the exception of a collar.
The groom would enter first, dressed in a very nice tuxedo or suit for the occasion. He would take His place at the alter in front of the officiant.
Next to enter would be the bride, completely naked aside from the collar around her neck and perhaps a jeweled plug in her ass.
Allowed to stand, much like she when He met her, she would walk down the aisle and then kneel in front of her intended Husband. After a brief introduction, the officiant would ask the two to read their vows, which would be very toxic for today's society. Vows would include "love, honor and obey" which I've always thought were a much needed part of today's wedding ceremonies.
Once the vows were said and the officiant declares them Husband and wife, the rings are exchanged and the Husband removes the leash from His jacket pocket and attaches it to the collar of His new wife.
Turning to face the small crowd of people, they both smile and the new Husband leads His naked bride out of the venue.
Swallow
He uses his bare hand to scoop up a big chunk of cake, his fingers smeared with chocolate cream.
"Open." I shake my head, panic mounting inside me. He sighs. He reaches around and winds my hair around his fist, forcing me to look at him. His open hand smacks my face, squishing cake against my cheek. He starts to punch me repeatedly, his fist making contact with my jaw.
"Good. Girls. Swallow." Each word is emphasised by another brain shattering blow. He releases me and I force my mouth to open, fighting against the dull ache in my bruised jaw.
He smiles at me and grabs another slab of cake. He rams it into my mouth and I try to chew as quickly as I can. Just as I manage to gulp it down he's forcing another fistful of cake into my mouth, then a third, and a fourth. I can't breathe. I stare at him wildly, starting to cough and choke when I accidently inhale sickly crumbs.
"Fucking swallow it." He stands up and shoves more cake into my mouth, then leans forward and tries to ram his dick down my throat. I'm struggling like a wild animal, trying desperately to swallow.
He fucks my mouth hard, only pausing to fill my mouth with more cream and sponge, ignoring the useless tears streaming down my messy cheeks.
He throws me down in disgust and I sob into the floor, clutching my sore, aching, swollen belly. I listen to him finish himself off, afraid to look at him.
He kneels beside me and forces his cock into my mouth again, knowing full well I'm too broken to resist. He climaxes into my mouth, and automatically I gulp it down.
He walks away, knowing that I won't forget my lesson. Good girls always swallow.
I just want a violent boyfriend who will beat me, rape me, and ultimately control every aspect of my life in a toxic and terrifying way.
Is there really any other way to treat you?
Or at least I think he’s my boyfriend… he doesn’t tell me he loves me, we don’t go on dates, I haven’t met his friends or his parents, I’m not allowed to sleep in his bed either- just on the floor next to him. But sometimes we make out! Or at least he let’s me make out with him… but only after a long day when his ass is really sweaty am I allowed to make out with my…boyfriend. And he’s really respectful when it comes to letting me make decisions! He always gives me options like “hold it in your throat while I burn my name into your tits or I’ll fucking kill you”