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A thong and a hoodie, my latest fav combo to wear at home 🤭

let's dance 🪩

If I turn you on you're legally obligated to tell me about it!

repeatedly, preferably by multiple men too

logging on for a sec just to show my mommy cow udders. how do they look?

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This slut is soo lonely and desperate, I need a man to come take advantage of me

This little slut is new to Tumblr and soooo horny. Give me a nice warm welcome in my inbox.

I freaking love this!

I love the idea of free use, but not with strangers

With friends

To have a group of male best friends who I genuinely love and see as pals

We hang out normally all the time

But if one of them gets a little horny

Or if they need to take their anger out

They come into my house unannounced and fuck me senseless

We have cute video game and pizza dates as a friend group, but they slip something into my drink, and I wake up to them acting casual as if nothing happened and a dull ache between my legs

They always let me hit the blunt as much as i want because they know when I get high I basically become a sex servant

I want to be sat on the couch with all of them and one of them announces that he’s taking me to another room to fuck me, and no one bats an eye

They’re protective over me like brothers because my pussy belongs to them

I send them pictures of every outfit I wear incase one of them wants to use me in it

I want to be one of the guys, but also their personal fleshlight

what if I love both 🤔

Reblog if you want to get violently fucked into a mattress while being called a good little fucktoy or if you just really like frogs :) (nobody will know which)

Brats poke and prod wanting a “funishment” situation, what bothers me about them is the fact that some tend to take it overboard then protest and act appalled when they end up with a true punishment.

Currently upset I'm not being used, in case anyone was wondering 🥺🥺😖😖

Need her to take advantage of me 🥺

That's it, pig. Rub your pathetic, disgusting little cunt while I waterboard you with my piss. That's what you deserve for being a nasty fucking whore.

The only attention you get from me tonight will be to experience drowning in my piss.

So make sure you get yourself nice and edged up from being my urinal, because I've got a date with a real woman.

Oh look, it's my stupid cunt every time I force my cock into her tight little shithole. If it hurts it's her fault for not keeping it stretched for me.

Another story I shared with my cunt while planning a cabin outing this summer:

So, let's talk summer cabin escape. There's something I've always wanted to do: hunt a cunt. I think it would be oh-so-fun to get us a cabin with some desolate brush nearby. Space where nobody can see or hear us for miles. I'd strip you down, throw you out into the woods, naked, and then give you a headstart. "Run." The only thing you hear from me before I begin counting down.

You'll have nothing. No clothes, no dignity. I'll be prepared.

I've always thought it'd be so hot to arm myself with an airsoft rifle and hunt a dumb cunt like you for sport. I'll give you the headstart and then stalk you down. If I see you, I'll fire. The airsoft bullets will bruise you, absolutely. But I hope they also knock you off your feet as you run. Give me the time to casually close the gap before you pathetically try to scramble away, in vain.

Maybe you'd make it a few feet before I'm on top of you. Then out come the zipties. Arms behind your back, leash around your neck. Trussed up like the piece of meat that you are. Maybe I'll take some time to push you onto your knees and fuck your throat. But eventually I'll end up dragging you back, violently, laughing at your pathetic attempt to escape. Stopping to slap or punch you. Taunting you; that you must have wanted to be caught because only a retarded whore like you would make it so easy.

I get you back inside and drag you down into the basement. "Fucking whore. You think you can get away from me? You think you can say 'no'? You're nothing. You're trash. You're whatever the fuck I want you to be because you're mine."

I pull my cock out and begin pissing on your bruised, roughed up, wilderness-scraped body. You begin to sob, the pain, humiliation and helplessness hitting all at once. "This is the best you're going to be treated this weekend, cunt. I'm going to show you exactly what you're worth."

I laugh at you as I wipe my cock off on you, drop my pants and then shove my ass in your face.

"If you don't want a black fucking eye you'll start licking like my asshole is the sexiest, most important thing in the world. So be a good little asswipe and lick me clean."

I can feel the shaking of your body, letting me know you're sobbing; at the same time I feel your tongue start lapping my asshole. You know better by now than to disobey. It just makes it worse for you.

"Aw, looks like the pathetic little fuckhole loves being toilet paper." I laugh hard, grinding my ass against your face. I look back and see your hand buried in your cunt, hips thrusting down like the fucked up bitch in heat we both know you are.

"Oh, do you want me to fuck you, cunt?"

You moan through my ass, still licking like your life depends on it.

"Jesus christ. You ARE a delusional pig aren't you. There's no fucking way I'm sticking my cock in a whore who reeks of piss and ass." I reach into a bag in the corner of the room and pull out a roll of duct tape and a wireless Hitachi.

"Maybe, after a few hours, I'll come back, spray you down like the animal you are, and if you're desperate enough for it, maybe I'll deign to stick my cock in your disgusting holes."

I grin as I duct tape the wand to your absolutely soaking cunt and turn it on, before ziptieing your legs together, pressing it into you.

"Enjoy, cunt." I turn the wand on to high, turn off the light and shut the door behind me, leaving you writhing, moaning, covered in piss, with the taste of my asshole on your tongue.

And we both know it's only just the beginning.

My sub and I have started doing movie-kink date nights where we pair something horrific and violent with play. Last night we watched Gaspar Noé's Irréversible and then re-created the rape scene.

She was screaming so much I had to shove the dumb cunt's panties in her mouth and duct tape it shut just to keep her quiet while I pinned her down and split her ass open.

A perfect night of CCNC (cinema and consensual non-consent).

I like to write my whore stories to keep her in the right headspace. I wrote her one today that I think you worthless cunts would all enjoy, so I've decided to share.

TWs: rape, cutting, misogyny, CNC, piss play, intox

You wake up, groggy, sore all over; the feeling of cold tile under your bare ass stirs you to alertness. Panic sets in as you realize both of your arms are restrained, behind your back, and your head locked into place. Around your neck is a thick steel collar, tethered to the wall by a very short chain. You're still not quite sure where you are, but you can guess. In the darkness you turn your attention to your body to keep from giving into fear.

Your cunt and asshole ache and you're acutely aware of the cum that's leaking out of your holes. And yet you can't remember a thing. Your head is pounding. The last thing you remember... weren't we on a date? It was a nice restaurant and I was being so nice to you. You should have known.

As you sit there on the cold tile, chained to the wall, contemplating your abuse, you hear me approach.

You wince as the beam of a flashlight blinds your eyes and you hear me laugh. Of course I wouldn't turn on the lights. I want you in the dark, terrified.

"Oh, I see you've come to, whore." I laugh. "Feeling sore? I couldn't help myself when your disgusting little fuckholes were right there on display. And oh, don't worry, I waited until after we'd left the restaurant to rape you. I could tell the drugs were kicking in towards the end of the meal, so I settled up, dragged you into the alley next to the place, and fucked your holes like a cheap whore. I wanted you on your knees, next to the trash, in a puddle of piss, sucking my cock. And in your fucked up state? You were more than eager to do it."

You wince as you feel my hand brush across your face. You can barely move, there's nowhere to run. Your eyes catch a glint of light and you begin to panic. Is that a fucking knife?

I see the look on your face and chuckle. "Oh, right. The knife. Yeah, I can see why you might be scared." I start to run the tip of the blade across your skin, down your body, towards your cunt.

"But this isn't a time for fear, it's a celebration. See, today I've decided it's time to take our dynamic to the next level."

I very gently run the tip of the knife against your clit and then push against it, ever so slightly.

"You've enjoyed so much autonomy in this relationship, but we both know what you truly want: to be owned. To be broken. To be reduced to nothing more than a brainless piece of fuckmeat with no worries, stresses, or fears. Just the warm, comforting embrace of Sir's love and cruelty. No thoughts. No decisions. Just an empty head and filled holes. So today we begin that journey."

You scream as a blinding hot feeling of pain rushes over you. I've started cutting the knife into your pelvis.

"Now I know this hurts, but if you're going to be property, you need to be properly labeled."

You're bawling as I drag the knife across your skin. It's in deeper than I've ever cut you before.

"Y'know, some Doms prefer branding. I just find it so impersonal. You're not cattle! I mean, you're subhuman, yes, but I think my property deserves a special touch."

You're sobbing uncontrollably now, but you breathe a sigh of relief as the acute pain subsides. You see the flashlight shining down, right above your cunt and you see the blood, pooling around my crudely cut initials.

"That should scar up nice and good. And now nobody will question who you belong to."

You hear me unzip my pants and a new fear sets in. You feel the searing pain as a stream of piss hits your open wound.

"Time to clean you up."

I laugh, the cruellest laugh you've ever heard from me, as I piss directly into your open wound. You sputter and gasp as I move from your cunt to your face, drowning you in my acrid piss.

"Welcome to your new life, whore. Get comfy, you'll be here awhile."

I wipe my cock off on your face and then click off the flashlight. The last thing you hear is the door closing behind me as you're plunged into darkness.

I do that regularly with my sub. Can you believe what a complicit, wanton, desperate little whore she is begging for all of that filth? Even going so far as to beg and plead for my piss? Fucking disgusting.

Now I may have been torturing her with a shock collar, kicks to her cunt and repeated punches to her tits and face, but what does that have anything to do with it?

cw: cnc, threats, pain, knife play, gaslighting (this is pretty nasty ehhhh, remember that it is legitimately all consensual, just cnc)

cnc where the dom won't do anything sexual to you until you beg them to. so technically you're consenting each time. you begged them to grope you. you begged them to push their cock down your throat. surely that's consensual, right?

okay... mayyybe they threatened and/or hurt you until you begged. maybe they said "beg me to grope you" and slapped you repeatedly until you did. maybe they held up a knife and told you to beg for either that or their cock in your mouth. what's wrong with a little encouragement?

One of the hottest things my cunt ever told me is how she can usually still taste and smell me the next day after I use her.

Since then, I've always made sure to really, thoroughly wipe my ass with her face and rub my uncut cock across her philtrum. That way I'm guaranteed to lock in my scent for days.

Good cunts should smell like their Dom's cock, balls and asshole.

Another morning text I sent to my whore, figured it was fun enough to share with you all:

Today's a mental sadism kind of day, and I can't help but think about dumbification. You take such pride in your intelligence. You're smart and hard-working, and that, rightfully, gives you a sense of fulfillment.

So I want to take all of that away. Get you drunk. Get you high. Choke you to the edge of consciousness again and again until thinking is just too hard.

I'm thinking about slow behavioural changes. Make you drop capitalization and punctuation in your texts. Use even more emoji, because writing in full sentences is for people with brains.

Make you listen to brainwash / hypnosis audio files all about becoming a dumb bimbo slut for me and my cock. I don't quite know the efficacy of hypnosis, but surely repeat exposure to the same words and commands must have some prolonged effect on the brain. Oh, but there I go using big words again, I'm sorry cunt. I'll keep it to easier language for you.

And of course there's the in-person training. Force you to get drunk, maybe cross-faded with weed. I want your brain to be foggy and to make it hard to think about anything other than being a whore. I'll police your words... if you say anything remotely intelligent, I'll shock you or otherwise hurt you until you find a much dumber way of phrasing your statement.

I want to affix a vibrator to your cunt or bind you and force you onto a fucking machine so your pathetic little cunt is always being stimulated. Then, in between worshipping my cock, I'll make you repeat what a dumb, retarded little cocksleeve you are. Again, and again, and again. Make the words really sink in and then reward you with my cock in your pathetic mouth before repeating the process.

By the time I finally push my cock into your soaking wet cunt, you'll be lying on the floor, braindead, unable to think of anything but what a set of holes you are. No worries, no stress, no thoughts... just happy to be a stupid little cocksleeve for a superior man who can do all the thinking for you.

And if all that fails, we can always just lobotomize you.

I send her the most romantic texts.

I need a stupid cunt's tongue to wipe my ass with. Any eager little filth whores in Toronto want to volunteer?

Feminism is rooted in equality, right? About giving women a choice. So really, feminism is about choosing to be compromising, conciliatory, selfless, compliant, fun and subservient to men.

Feminism is about choosing to worship cock. About choosing to take it in the ass. About choosing to be brainless pieces of fuckmeat for the entertainment of men.

And if you REALLY think about it? You don't really have a choice, do you? Because good feminists need it. Because good feminists crave it.

So be a good, proud feminist for Daddy: stick out your tongue and spread those holes wide open.

Redefined

Being brainwashed to betray my beliefs is so hot. A favorite idea of how to do that is to just change what some words mean.

I'm a feminist, for example. Staunchly, through and through. Making me turn my back on that would be extremely challenging, and I'd resist it the whole way. But what if someone just adjusted my notion of what that meant?

Get into my mind and tell me that a good feminist needs to compromise. That's not a hard sell. I'm a pragmatist. We live in the real world, total idealism isn't workable. Good feminists meet men halfway.

Then make me believe that being feminist means being conciliatory. That's not a big jump from the first point. These discussions are often so fraught and angry, it only makes sense to try and keep things calm. Good feminists are calm and friendly, no matter what's said to them.

Tell me that a feminist should be selfless. Men think that feminism is all about women wanting things from them, and that makes them not want to help us. To convince them to be on our side, we need to show them how they benefit, too. Good feminists always put men first.

Convince me that a feminist must be compliant. Again, we're fighting against stereotypes here. We need to show men that we're not reflexively oppositional, humorless bitches. We need to show them we can be fun and we can get along. Good feminists never disagree with men.

Make me see that a feminist needs to be fun. Nobody wants to work with somebody who's always dour, somebody who's always all business. We should let our hair down. Show people we know how to relax. Keep everyone in a good mood. Good feminists will do anything to entertain men.

Tell me that to really be a feminist, one has to be subservient. We can't put ourselves first. We need to be willing to sacrifice for the cause. If that means letting men call the shots so they'll support us, that's what we should do. Give up ego and pride to make a difference. Good feminists are obedient to men.

Keep going. Keep changing things.

Good feminists accept abuse without complaint. Good feminists don't talk back. Good feminists dress to show off. Good feminists speak when spoken to. Good feminists convert their friends. Good feminists worship cock. Good feminists live to serve men. Good feminists are obedient slaves. Good feminists are misogynists.

That's what the word means, after all.

Want to know a secret? I'll never tell her, but my whore is actually pretty intelligent. She's thoughtful, insightful and witty.

Which is why I derive such immense pleasure in taking all that away from her. When, towards the end of the night, she's covered in cum, spit and her own drool, grinding her worthless cunt against my leg, begging me to please fuck her asshole... that's when I feel my most powerful. That's why I'm superior.

She can pretend to be a smart, put-together little feminist. She might even have most people convinced! But when she's with me, she's allowed to be the pathetic, cumdrunk bitch in heat that she knows is her true nature. And she thanks me for it every time.

I send her the most romantic texts.

I'm a 38 year-old, incredibly sadistic Canadian Dom.

The only thing I enjoy more than beating, humiliating and degrading masochist sluts is shaping and conditioning them to be the filthiest, most disgusting little whores they can be for my entertainment.

I'll take you from a self-respecting feminist and twist and gaslight you until you know your place as a piss-drinking, ass-worshipping three-holed piece of fuckmeat for the entertainment of men.

Kinks: CNC, humiliation and degradation, pain play, breath play, toilet play, ass worship, ass-to-mouth, dehumanization, torture, brainwashing, misogyny

I play on the darker side of kink and a lot of my interests veer towards edge play. Be warned.

I also strongly believe in consent and RACK. Obviously this is play, and I don't condone non-consensual abuse of any kind.

Minors DNI.

My DMs are open to eager little cunts who want to worship a superior man like me. Or maybe you want to be broken, and turned into an eager little fuck puppet. Either way. Message me.

I have my dumb little piece of fuckmeat coming over on Saturday. She thinks she's too good to be a toilet, that it's too gross for her, so I've decided that she's going to get a crash course in filth.

I'm going to start by pissing all over her panties, shoving them in her mouth and then duct taping them in. She can think about how disgusting she is while she savors the taste of my piss while I fuck her tight little shithole.

Dear followers, what else should I do to further the little whore's conditioning?

There's nothing quite like that feeling when I'm pinning you down, cock shoved balls-deep in your tight little shithole, watching you cry and sob because you can't physically get away. I'm too strong. So you're forced to look me in the eyes as I rape your ass and take away whatever dignity you pretended to still have.

I hurt you because it's fun. Nothing deeper than that. No "beauty in submission", no "your devotion is a gift". I just love the sounds of your screams.

This 19 yr old pistol hangs out in the back of the cigar bar waiting for us. What shall we do first?