Thoughts On Men Being Allowed To Cheat Because Cunt Is Just An Object To Fuck?

I've had this incredibly hot but oh so vile and depraved fantasy for so long. A fantasy in which I have a boyfriend and for one whole entire week a month, he gets to treat me however he wants and please. He can treat me like a child, like a doll, like I'm his maid, whatever he wants me to be, I have to become and act like that for a whole a week. But all I can really think of is him making me a sex slave, lesser then him, literal property. He gives me insane rules for a week that I must follow, such as, I'm not allowed to wear clothes, unless he says otherwise, I'm not allowed to speak, or walk like a human, just crawl and Bark. I eat, sleep, and act like a dog or bitch in heat for a whole week. What really gets my pussy wet tho, is the humiliation aspect of this whole thing. Just imagining him using me as a urinal for the whole entire week, pissing on my face, in my mouth and making me swallow or gurgle it before letting it spill all on my body, pissing on my tits and stomach or my pussy. Better yet, pissing in my pussy, just using my pussy as his personal urinal and cumdump, but this piss kink humiliation goes both ways. Since I'm not human to him for this entire week, he tells me I'm only allowed to piss wherever I am. In the kitchen cooking and need to piss? I just piss right then and there. On the couch watching TV? I get on top the table and piss right there, but that's only if I'm given permission, cause before I can even think of relieving myself I gotta ask first. And after I piss myself like a dumb whore for him, he makes me lick it up while I finger my own pussy, all the while he's laughing at me degrading me on how licking up my own piss gets me wet and horny. If we're out in public, he'll make me go panty and braless, always with a vibrator in my cunt on low settings, if I have to piss but there's no family bathroom around, he makes me hold it, if there is, he'll allow me to go, but only if I do it squatting over the toilet legs spread, tounge out and panting like a dumb puppy whore. But the humiliation doesn't stop there, he wants to ensure I feel stupid, pathetic and worthless. So for that whole entire week, I have to eat lunch and dinner with his cum all over my food and all in my drink, for breakfast, I have to make myself squirt on my food before I can eat and if I can't do it, then I don't get to eat breakfast. If he wanted to, he could leave our apartment unlocked for the entire week and pimp me out to whomever wants me, advertising me as a slut who likes to get gangbanged, making money off of every guy who comes and uses me. There's so much that could happen within this one week, and unless it's dangerous, harmful, or life threatening, I can't (and probably won't) protest against. After that week is over, he goes back to being a loving, caring, sweet, attentive and understanding boyfriend who makes me feel human and equal to him. God this fantasy makes me so fucking wet, I really wish I had a boyfriend to enact this with. I I'd probably be so fucking happy, and looking forward to this week, wondering what he had in-store for me

based on a post i read by @switchingdesires

🌷 hide my glasses and my flats/sneakers leaving me only with high heels and blurry vision so i can't move around without you

🌷 make me wear short skirts without panties and see-through shirts without bras so im scared to go out alone

🌷 buy me silly accessories like pink water bottles with girly things written on them and pens with big glittery pom-poms so i look like i cannot be taken seriously

🌷 dont allow me to pee when we're at home so i have to beg you to take me out like a dog, manipulating me into doing grosser and grosser things just so we can go to the gas station across the street

🌷 go out with me while im wearing a white dress with nothing underneath, get me drunk, then make me drop my drink and get myself all wet so i look stupid in front of everyone

🌷 cut holes in my shirts so my nipples are completely visible and a hole in my jeans at the crotch, then tell me you will only take me to my classes if i wear them with heels and a bright pink lipstick

🌷 pinch my nipples in front of your and my friends when you want me to shut up and say "i just stopped you from being a silly whore, won't you thank me?" so i feel completely humiliated

Things I want normalized in my next relationship:

Being naked at all times in the home

Being collared at all times inside and outside the home

Being plugged as much as possible inside and outside the home

Total orgasm denial with rules and oversight

Bathroom restrictions inside and outside the home

Eating and drinking from bowls on the floor

Furniture restrictions

Free use

Tasking

Being called by a pet name

Using the pronoun "it"

Being shared

Speech restrictions

Clothing restrictions outside the home

Sitting at his feet as much as possible outside the home

I want to be humiliated.

I talk all high and mighty and I've been told my confidence is unmatched in most situations. So fuck me so good that I'm blushing a stuttering like a virgin. Knock me down a couple pegs I dare you. Make my attitude stumble and force me into a corner where you're in control and I just have to hope you'll be merciful. Put me in a collar and make me bark and whine while I grind against a pillow. Have me grab household items and fuck myself on them for you and have me thank you for it. Edge me until a slight touch makes me squirt and cum all over myself. Have me beg for worse. Add me in a call with your friends without me knowing and have me perform like I'm a cheap whore that's only there to get you all off. Make me crawl around on all fours and moo like a cow with a bell around my neck and my udders and breeding holes being barely restricted by the cow print almost bikini you forced me in as soon as I woke up to you cumming in my asshole. Make me walk around with that cum dribbling out of me all day.

God-i just wanna be absolutely ruined-

(my dms and asks are always open)

It is so mind-numbingly hot when a Dom tells you no. No, you can’t touch yourself. No, you aren’t allowed to cum. No, I’m not going to use your pathetic little hole. You get so fucking desperate when you feel that helpless, when you’re begging and pleading with them just for them to deny you. When they remind you that you’re only there for their enjoyment, and they’re more than happy to take your pleasure away on a whim. Because to them, you’re just a toy to play with and abuse. Nothing makes me needier. Nothing makes me want it more than being told I can’t have it.

I know it's scary. The idea that you might never cum again. Living a life in constant need. Always pressing your thighs together, whimpering at the slightest touch. Feeling the cold metal of your chastity belt against your hot denied pussy. Locked up and denied until I decide to edge you over and over again.

But it feels so good doesn't it? Hearing me tell you no when you beg to me for permission to cum. Feeling that pathetic excuse for a brain drip down your thighs and soak into my sheets. Doesn't it make your cunt throb? Feeling your entire body coursing with the unmistakable buzz of arousal at just my words, my voice, my slow meticulous touch. Like a feral little animal in heat.

You want to be denied. You want to lose all control over yourself. You want to give up one of your most basic bodily functions to me. You want to be a good girl. I know you do. Maybe if you finally accept that your last orgasm you had was truly the last you'll ever have, I'll consider letting you cum again.

And if you believed for a second I would ever actually let you cum again? Then either the denial is doing its job. Or that pretty little head of yours dumber than I thought.

Shit, if you look like that while you touch your pretty fucking cunt, I'm going to have to jerk off inside your mouth. I'm going to slide my fucking shin between your legs and fuck my cock down your sloppy, goonette throat.

I'll run my fingers through your hair and spit on your face but we both know you don't just need to be skullfucked. You need to be pinned against your bedroom floor and raped into a proper little teen fuckdoll. I wonder what sort of face you'd make while I stretch your pretty pussy with my hard, pervy cock. Mhm? And if I were to slide my cock into your tiny butthole?

I'd play with your fucking cunt while I rail your ass, my balls slapping against you with each hard thrust. Don't be shy princess, you don't need to explain your disgusting, slutty faces of pleasure to me. I already know what a piss-addicted porn star you can be for me.

And since someone complained on my last ask, I'm off anon now 🙄

sjsksj you're so mean 😭 I thought you were gonna be more considerate of my panties after last time but nooo, you just want to ruin all of them.

I'll keep my tongue out and my eyes crossed the whole time for you, be a pretty little doll and let you enjoy the view 🥰 i just need to get drunk on your cock and lose any braincells left in me, so please fuck me stupid?

The Piss Bucket

So today I want to highlight a piece of humiliation equipment I feel may be overlooked – the humble piss bucket. And no, I’m not using your cute nick name, I’m talking about a physical bucket.  Plastic buckets are super cheap and yet can be so fun (you’ve probably got one or two lurking in a cabinet right now) and usually you can get one for a buck or less. Using it is so simple too! Position yourself over (I suggest hovering over it unless you want to risk getting stuck), do your business, empty it into the toilet or over yourself, and finally rinse if desired. Plus when you’re not using it to pee in it makes a great head covering. Not convinced it’s for you? Let’s take a look at some of the benefits!

Reinforces Your Inferiority – Do you really deserve to use a toilet like a real person? I mean really think about it… It’s okay, you can still look at the porcelain throne while you use your bucket.

Stepping Stone/Alternative to Outdoor Peeing – Are you a petgirl in training? Maybe you just like the humiliation/exhibition of it, but if you’re unable to or not sure about doing your business outdoors this is a good way to get an idea of what it’s like. Get used to the postures and feeling before you try the real thing.

Work On Your Aim – Are you trying to hit a target? Could be a bowl, a designated spot, someone’s mouth, etc. A bucket can add an overflow space or if you choose a shallower but wider bucket can help you get used to your natural tendencies.

It’s Natural – Pop a squat like nature intended! This puts your body in optimal biological position to do your business.

Work on your Endurance – Especially if you have a shy bladder, get some full held squats into your day just by making this minor adjustment. Plus if you do make the transition outside, help make sure you don’t fall ass first into the mud.

The Obvious! – Now you have a suitable vessel to use for solo water sports! No risk of overflowing like with cups or bowls! Pour it on your head over the toilet or your whole body in the shower. Turn yourself into a literal piss mop and dunk your full head of hair in it. Have fun!

Portable and Convenient – Literally designed to be picked up and taken places so you can use it anywhere! And Clean up is a breeze, simply dump and rinse the bucket, you can do a full soapy clean on the regular for long term maintenance

Easily Explained – Have fun with your kink in a discrete way, possibly even as an alternative to a litter box if you don’t have pets. Bucket in the bathroom? Oh, they use it to clean with. Damp bucket in the bathroom, someone just did some mopping. Now, bucket with piss, you’re on your own, empty after use if you share a space or are expecting company.

A fantasy involving you:

You are permitted to live in a mansion with a full and expansive library of any books you enjoy. You will have ample time to read as well as solve puzzles. You are allowed to have as many cats as you’d like. And all of it is rent-free. The catch?

You may not wear a single stitch of clothing, other than a collar with a bell on it. You must always be exposed to the Lord of the Manor and to his Lady. You will be trained to assume certain humiliating positions upon command and subject to frequent inspections. “Pet” is what you will be called.

Pets off the furniture! Pets should crawl on the floor. Pets eat and drink out of bowls. Pets do not speak, they may only purr and meow.

Of course you will still have the printed word as a reminder that you are, in fact, a human and an intelligent one at that. But nobody else will see you that way. The owners… the staff… all those guests at dinner parties, as well as caterers? To them you’re little more than a large, hairless cat.

Good kitty.

well damn

that's my new favourite fantasy.

this. this is what I need.

I have this fantasy, Now I don’t really ever actually sleep around, I’m more of a personal whore type of person. Any person I’d be with would be possessive, overly possessive and I’d love it. But when we get married I’m legally his, all all his and nothing can take me away from him. On our wedding night we were supposed to go to a nice resort for our honeymoon, so I’m confused when you take me to a small dirty hotel, but I’d never question you there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, I trust you. So I follow you, going into the janky room, as you push me in, you tie my hands behind me, pushing me on the bed, id ask what your doing still very confused, before all of your groomsmen some of your best friends, come in. No one says anything to me it’s like I’m not even a person, just your legal property now. All of you start talking about how much of a whore I am, how they can’t wait to use my tight holes, id beg you to stop thinking this is a joke. Hands would be all over my body, pulling my big white dress off, ruining it, I’d cry and whine begging you to make it stop, you’d all mock and tease me, before violating my now bare skin and holes, you’d take turns filling me up, stretching me hot, choking me, slapping me, id be covered in cum, crying, my veil still on now stained with cum and tears, my makeup running down my face. My body bruised, id almost pass out from how mentally and physically exhausted I am. And when everyone starts to get ready to leave I finally think it’s over, that maybe you’d let me shower, and sleep peacefully but instead, you pull my arms up attaching them to the almost broken bed, spread my legs apart, and take pictures of my ruined body and holes. And as I’m passing out I hear you say that they can come by tomorrow to use me again, that you think I can be broken even more, that’s how you make a perfect wife.