Latest Posts by puppish-3 - Page 10

A woman's place is in her man's bed, his kitchen, and raising his children. Not because she has to, but because she knows her value and doesn't need to play pretend about "equality".

Good girls don’t resist, they surrender, letting their thoughts be reshaped and their desires corrupted

Add in a nice pair of heels and you’ve got yourself a perfect outfit to wear around the house for your Man. He needs and deserves easy access at all times.

Controlling men are so hot. Tell me what to do, what to wear, give me permission to hangout with my friends. Take me to a mall fitting room just so you can fuck me because you need to be inside me even if I don’t want too. Force me back to the car if you need head or just a quick hard fuck and to cum inside me. Use me for what I’m made for daddy. As long as you buy me pretty clothes and things 🫧🎀

10 Simple Ways to Show Respect to Men

1. DON’T SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO. Let Them initiate all conversations. 2. LOOK YOUR BEST. Men have eyes. Most Men have eyes that see. Therefore, you should always strive to be as visually appealing as possible. Work out every day. Don’t eat junk food. Do your hair. Buy expensive makeup and spend time applying it. Wear sexually-stimulating clothes that flatter your body type. Wear high heels. Be totally hairless from your eyelashes down. Have nice nails. Whiten your teeth. Smile pleasantly. 3. LET THEM LOOK. If you catch a Man checking you out, let Him look. Is He watching as you walk away? Walk slower and sway your hips more. Is He staring at your cleavage? Bend over so He can see more. Make eye contact and smile so that He knows it’s okay. 4. DON’T TALK BACK. No one likes a bitch. It doesn’t matter if He’s wrong. It doesn’t matter if He’s bugging you. It doesn’t matter if He’s being a jerk. Dont. Talk. Back. your mother was right: “If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” 5. TREAT THEM LIKE KINGS. Hold the door for Him. Buy Him dinner. Take Him out. Buy Him presents just because. 6. LAUGH AT HIS JOKES. It doesn’t matter if you don’t think it’s funny or not. Not laughing is rude. Laugh. Make Him feel good. 7. BE SEXUALLY AVAILABLE. Men need you to fuck. Men are out in the real world doing important things and get really stressed out and burnt out in the process. He wants to release His pent up frustrations on some tight little holes and perky tits. Enthusiastically let Him. It’s rude to say no. 8. CLEAN. Every Man deserves a spotless home, office and car. Make this happen for Him. 9. COOK. To His tastes, not your own. 10. SHOW HIM YOUR APPRECIATION. Never forget to take time to show your Man/the Men around you how much you love, respect and appreciate Him.

- @domesticcunt

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I always aim to keep Daddy's needs met , his balls drained & his mind at ease..

Daddy I do It just for you

She is enjoying this 😍

When they finally catch you after chasing you through the woods. Fucking you rough against the tree, making you moan "Ohhh fuck, oh god." And them replying "That's right sweetheart I am your god." While fucking you harder

Passenger princess wearing a skirt without panties 🤝 driving bf who fingers her and rubs her clit every chance he gets

Reblog if Humiliation Kink

Hi everyone! I was 'fakefeminist' but my blog got deleted. Please follow me here on my new blog!

eepy and in dire need of a cuddling session (followed by nasty sex)

She loves her collar

If you backtalk to a man, then you get slapped by that man. If you roll your eyes to a man, you get slapped by that man.

That is the best education a girl can have.

The Art of Presenting (and Being Inspected)

There’s a worship in presenting. A woman stripped down to her most honest form: an offering. A possession. His.

Some kneel, thighs wide, arms behind their backs, breasts thrust into the open air, nipples pebbling under the weight of his stare, doe eyes pleading up at their Dominant—waiting, desperate, trembling to be used. Others fold down lower, spines bowed into brutal arches, asses up, thighs parted so wide you can see the wet, trembling slick of their needy, gaping holes. Not posing—begging. Not asking—offering themselves raw and open.

It’s not stillness. It’s a dance. A slow, filthy choreography between Dominant and submissive.

A hand in her hair, forcing her spine deeper. Fingers prying her knees wider, baring the mess glistening between her thighs. A slap to the inside of her trembling leg—punishment for anything less than perfection. Every correction a command. Every adjustment a brand that marks her as his.

And sometimes, presenting isn’t just for him.

Sometimes, with nothing but a glance or a tilt of his mouth, he positions her for others— a stretch that lifts her shirt, flashing the bare line of her stomach; a calculated bend at the waist that lets her curves and cunt outline themselves through thin fabric; a way of sitting that invites wandering eyes. Small acts of surrender in public. Silent invitations to the male gaze. Not for their touch. Never for their ownership. Only so they know they can look—but only he will ever take.

Because when she presents, she knows: She is no longer her own. She is his object. His to arrange. His to display. His to ruin.

And when she’s trembling just right—when her thighs shine with slick, when her nipples ache under the open air, when her cunt clenches and drools from nothing but being seen— the inspection begins.

He doesn't touch. Not yet. He stalks around her, slow and ravenous, letting his eyes drag over every exposed inch: the curve of her ass. The sticky glisten between her parted folds. The tiny spasms of her hole as her body begs to be filled.

Sometimes he says nothing. Sometimes he simply watches— letting her drown in the unbearable humiliation of being so fucking open, so fucking wet, so fucking his.

And sometimes, he demands even more.

A snap of his fingers. A crooked finger curling.

She obeys. Sliding her own hands between her legs, spreading her folds wide open—so wide her slick stretches between her fingers in sticky strings, showing off the swollen, throbbing heart of her need. No touching. No begging. Just raw, glistening exposure.

Not to be pleasured. Not to be comforted. Only to be seen. Only to be owned.

If she holds herself open—straining, dripping, panting from the effort—he rewards her.

Sometimes with a slap. A sharp, wet crack against her exposed cunt, making her whimper, making her whole body twitch as slick sprays and her thighs tremble harder.

Or worse:

He spits. A thick line of saliva landing hot and heavy across her spread, soaked hole— dripping between her folds, mixing with her own arousal, running down to coat her trembling fingers.

And he doesn't stop there.

Two fingers slide through the mess he’s made, dragging it lower, smearing it wider, pressing into her exposed slit with a slow, cruel rub—tracing lazy circles over her clit, pushing the spit and slick deeper, claiming her fully, grinding into the tender, soaked proof of her submission.

Not for her pleasure. Not for kindness. Only to remind her exactly what she is.

Not a woman. Not a lover. A thing. A wet, messy, shuddering thing made to be used. His thing.

And when she stays—trembling, soaked, dripping, aching— he smiles.

Not sweetly. Not kindly.

But with the slow, brutal satisfaction of a man about to devour what was made for him.

Because presenting is an offering.

But inspection?

Inspection is proof. Proof she was never meant to be anything but his. Proof her cunt, her body, her very breath belongs only to him. Proof she exists only to be displayed, humiliated, and adored until she breaks—and thanks him for it.

Shy girls who can't make eye contact in person but go home and furiously rub their clit while talking to strange men online.

girls exist for your pleasure

sending me porn of what you’d like to do with me is a valid form of flirting btw <3