Today My Master Has Explained To This Cunt That Orgasms Are No Longer For Free! So, For The First Week

Today my Master has explained to this Cunt that orgasms are no longer for free! So, for the first week of the February this Cunt must pay for everytime she comes by saying smtg disgusting or humiliating about herself.

This Cunt should also force herself to orgasm at least five times while imagining getting fucked by disturbing and unpleasant males met offline.

The game is started!

ORGASM PAYMENT:

~ this cunt is a needy crybaby, spanking herself as a reward for being whorish enough

~ this cunt is a cheap whore, dreaming of becoming a public free use toy

~ this cunt is a pathetic ashtray, rubbing to the thought of public humiliation

~ this cunt is a degradee with a sloppy hole, needing to take a rubbing break while making a list of five worst males she should have spread her legs for

~ this cunt is a submissive coward, easy to blackmail and ready to lick dirty boots while shaking in fear

~ this cunt is a dumb primitive bitch, driven by her carnal need to feel a cock pressing to her cervix and filling her with cum

~ this cunt is a disgusting freak whose status should be made public so that anyone on the street could act with her accordingly

~ this cunt is a public toilet with a gaping asshole, ready to be abused and punished for pretending to be a male bottom

~ this cunt is a rapebait, acting like a victim to bring violence upon herself and deserving to get violently gangraped threatened with her life

STRANGER SUBMISSION:

1.

There's been that customer this week… A weird guy. Offputting. Sometimes you just know the person is shady just by the way they look at you. That one was even hinting that he's a criminal while we smocked together. "There're different ways to push different people", he said. "See how much I can tell about you already without knowing you", he said. "You're a nice guy. Good customer service. I'll return", he said.

He hasn't returned, but I've felt anxious till the end of the shift for no reason. It's not like he's actually guessed anything right about me, not a single thing. But he was unpleasant and smug and extremely creepy. I honestly don't want to meet him ever again.

What if I will, though? What if he did guess stuff right? Precisely about me being a female. How would it feel to get railed by someone so subtly creepy while allegedly non-violent?

2.

That was a brief encounter, but deeply annoying. Young dude, almost a boy, I'd say. Spoke to me about his girlfriend in a degrading way. One of those men who ridicule the mere idea that a female sexuality is something more than craving a dick.

"She wants a sex toy, can you believe it? I'll get her the cheapest and smallest dildo, she'll remember to only want a real thing". I rolled my eyes: sure, dude. I thought that he obviously has a small dick if he's so disappointed that he can't find a dildo small enough for his plan. I hoped the girl will drop him after that shitty present. I haven't had time to be annoyed out loud though, so I just brushed it and minded my own business.

What if I confronted him? What if it slipped that I know what females want in bed first hand? How easy would it be for him to prove me wrong? How embarrassing it would be to come, clenching over his tiny cock?

3.

A scary neighbor. I knew him briefly, not like we've been properly introduced. There's always this aggressive one, blowing up on anyone who breaths the wrong way. He's a veteran, that's probably the reason why his short temper does feel like actual danger somewhere deep in my guts.

He's yelled at me once when I was walking a dog for a friend and it barked in the direction of some child. I apologized and rushed home. I tried to reason with my fear by thinking how ridiculous he was. It wasn't even his child, and said child wasn't frightened by the dog at all. It wasn't any of his business, but he's somehow viewing himself as the guardian of the neighborhood peace. All barking, no biting, just like my friend's dog. Still, I've shivered. Still, my heart was beating too fast for a good hour and I kept thinking of what I should have said if he proceeded bugging me. Of how I could have tried to calm him down to defend myself.

What if he did proceeded? Whould it be me calming him down or him punishing me? How much of a danger to the kids would he find me after finding out what's in my pants?

4.

That clingy guy at the gay bar. Not to the point of harrasment, so I've tolerated him trying to seduce me for a while but too handsy not to be yakky.

Just a normal person, I guess, but I was deeply uncomfortable by all the touching and found him generally not attractive, not my type at all. We've parted peacefully, though he seemed rather offended by me not going along with what he's probably seen as playing shy or hard to get.

And I've left feeling a bit gross and a bit sorry that I've rejected the chance to get sex. Sometimes you have to choose between doing it with someone you're not really into or not doing it at all. And I rarely choose the latest.

What if I decided to do it? What if he got disappointed even more after revealing my anatomy? How would I bear being gross for someone I find gross myself? Would the humiliation he'll put me through differ if he was gay or bi?

5.

And the one that was actually bad. I was scared for my life, not able to escape that man if he decided to harm me. It was at my previous work place, me alone at the night shift at the shop. He comes in, boss me around in a typical middle age ex-gangsta way. Displeasing, but not too scary. One of those customers you should entertain for hours while they feel important and dominant because of your politeness. The thing is — it really lasted for hours. And he was a ranging homophobe in the middle of the crusade for "fracking up fags". There was a car waiting for him, I saw it through a window. Three other guys like him, younger by the looks, his subordinates. I chatted with him, he liked me to the extent of giving me his number in case I need to beat the shit out of someone. After he left, I wanted to throw up from stress. I was tired with my whole body from tension, because that could have ended really badly for me, if he has clocked me out. I had dodged a bullet.

But… What if I didn't?

UPD: There's only one day left and I'm still to fulfill my second task. Meaning I'd have to spend most of that day fucking myself in different ways, remembering all the worst males I've encountered in a raw.

Sounds like a potentially mindbreaking experience. Wish me luck and send me encouragements. I'll probably cum to anything you send me in such state <3

Stay tuned as I'll try to wright down everything in detail!