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To be porn...
I find degrading porn incredibly cerebral. To be clear - I would NEVER condone real abvse. It is reprehensible in absolutely any form. No means no! Always and without exception!
But in fantasy... ohhh fuckkkk!
To know that a woman has willingly consented to being used and abvsed - that in itself is a mind fuck. To allow herself to be filmed so that broken whores like me can rub ourselves senseless *gosh... I squirm, quiver and moan aloud at the very idea of it.
I imagine that you make me kneel in my bra and panties before a large screen and hold my head up by my hair as I watch video after video of beautiful women being degraded, abvsed, r4ped and tormented. I can barely turn my eyes away for fear you will slap me again. The last time I did, you slapped me so hard I could barely see straight. You even slap me for blinking too much. Tears stream down my cheeks from having to keep my eyes open. My face is stained with your spit which you slowly drip down on me to remind me of my worthless place. For fun, you will occasionally reach into my bra cup and mercilessly grope my breast and squeeze my nipple until I beg for mercy... all while edging to the vision of another woman being abvsed. Fuck!
Eventually, it all becomes too much and I cum like a cheap, worthless whore. I cum so hard that I double over on the floor at your feet. As soon as I finish cumming, I feel fear and shame grip me. I did not ask permission! Fuckkkkk!
You take off your belt and whip me until I am pleading with you like my life depends on it. Satisfied, you place your boot on my tear, saliva and sweat soaked face. "Go connect the camera to the TV whore..." you command.
All this while you have had a camera on me - filming me.
You make me attach the camera to the screen. Then make me kneel on all fours facing the screen. You make me watch how I degraded myself as you fuck me from behind with no regard for me or who I am or my pleasure. I am just a warm, tight, wet hole for you to get off to the porn you are watching on the screen.
The next day - you post that video online for everyone to see....
Fuckkkkk!
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Traitor...
I am a gender traitor. I can't explain how truly humiliating it is to accept this. Such a person would be the lowest of the low - one who would not just sink deeper in the quagmire of their lust but take down other women with her. But is this not also the epitome of a true slut and humiliation whore...? one who has no self worth and self esteem? One who does what she is told?
I have a recurring fantasy where you edge me to an inch of my very existence. Then, when I am lust drunk and incapable of any independent action, you make me kneel naked in the middle of the room and rub myself while begging you to r4pe and abvse my younger sister. I describe how I will bring her home one night, drug her drink, strip her, blindfold her, tie her spread-eagled on our bed, lick her pussy to get her nice and wet for you and then come and suck your cock until you are ready to go and use her.
You make me kneel in the room facing away from the bed. I can hear everything but see nothing. I hear her beg for mercy as you slap her face and breasts, groan in pain as you pinch and squeeze her nipples, and cry as you hurt her. Tears flow down my cheeks as I hear you fuck her... every thrust causing her to beg to be spared...
Then I hear you cum. I know you would have cum inside her. The shame and disgust of having given up on own sister is snapped out of me as you grab me by my hair and drag me to her used body. You push my face into her cvnt and make me such every drop of your cum out of her. Then you make me pull her hair so hard that she is forced to open her mouth. I drop all your cum into her open mouth and then hold it shut until she swallows.
This is the point you stop recording me rubbing myself and describing how I will betray my own sister. You walk up to me and show me the recording, spit on my face and remind me what a disgusting whore of a traitor I am. You don't let me stop rubbing... I am a drooling, gyrating, filthy, sweaty mess...
Then as I watch horrified... you send that video to my sister...
Fuckkkkkkkkkk
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Being a wife...
For me... being a wife intrinsically plays into my deep, deep need for submission.
To be betrothed to one man - to the exclusion of all others. To have my very identify changed from my maiden name to taking his name. To care for him and everything he desires above even myself and all I desire. I love how a wife cooks and cleans and does his laundry, makes herself pretty, attractive and sexy for him, serves him and his needs socially (by being his perfect foil), financially (by working hard for their future together) and sexually (satisfying him in every way).
I do all of this. And I do it with a wonderful man who adores me, respects me and cares for me in every way possible. He keeps me safe and secure and nurtured. And I know how lucky I am.
Except. I crave an alternate universe. One where my husband treats me like the submissive humiliation slut that I truly am.
I am betrothed to him... unless he offers, sells or gifts me to other men and women to use. I am his property.
To have my identity changed not from my maiden name to his but to have all my family, friends and contacts gradually alienated from me so I am entirely and completely reliant on him.
To care for him and meet every desire he might have... no matter what they are. If he looks in my direction, I instinctively know what he wants. And if I am wrong, I am suitably punished so I can learn from my mistakes.
To cook and clean for him. To make myself pretty, attractive and sexy for him and his friends. I am only worthy if others covet me. And they can only have me if my husband decrees.
To serve his needs socially by being his arm candy, for bringing him drinks at social events, for serving him and his friends at our home or wherever he decides... in whatever way he decides.
To work hard and earn money for him. Professionally grow my career so that I can support the life he wants to live. To have all my income deposited in his account with no access to a cent other than what he decides to throw my way. To beg him for a few dollars to buy myself even the basics.
To sexually serve him in every way he needs or wants. To have all my holes always available to him without question and without hesitation. To never cum unless he commands. To be meek, submissive and docile unless he wants me wild and loud. To take his abvse and degradation because he needs me to. To be whipped, slapped, hurt and tormented because he needs to blow off some steam. To fluff his girlfriends so they are ready for him to use. To lick their juices off his cock after he has satisfied himself thoroughly with them. To be his cum whore and cock sleeve as, when and how he wants.
Is that too much for a wife to ask for?
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Pawn...
I love the idea of being the pawn in a game of power. The one someone mercilessly sacrifices to achieve bigger, loftier goals.
Sell me to your client so you can get that next big contract. You know that this sadistic man will abvse, hurt, r4pe and degrade me... but you do it anyway. After all, I am so in love with you and so utterly reliant on you. Where will I go...
My husband stole your lucrative contract? Break into our home when my husband is overseas and and r4pe me for hours as you live stream everything for him to watch and helplessly plead with you to stop.
Found out I was having an affair behind your back? Take me to his home. Beat him up and tie him kneeling and naked. R4pe me and his wife in front of him. Breed his wife. Then make me suck your cum out from her and go kiss him as he kneels. Leave me with him while you live happily ever after with his wife.
Found out my ex boyfriend who absolutely adored me is filthy rich and still covets me? Break into his home on the weekend. Drug me and have me gang r4ped over and over again until he pays whatever ransom you want. Then take me with you anyway with a promise that you'll be back when you need more money...
Whore me out to pay off our mortgage. When it is paid, divorce me for being a cheap whore...
Fuckkk...
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Defeat...
Every good humiliation slut knows that deep down they crave defeat. They want to lose and have their face rubbed in that defeat. They want to finish second, third, last... never first. Of course this is the antithesis of success. Our upbringing and life lessons teach us that we must always strive to be the best. But if you truly, truly asked a masochistic whore like me... they would always tell you - defeat is delicious:
Never let me walk in front of you. Always a step behind. If I step in font of you by mistake, smack me hard to remind me of my place.
Never let me take the lead in a conversation. If I do, reach into my bra and pull my breast out. Then squeeze my nipple to render me wordless.
Never let me win an argument. If I persist slap me across my face to remind me of my place. If I still persist, drag me by my hair to my knees, rip my clothes off and r4pe me in front of everyone there.
Never let me feel capable. Remind me each day before I leave for work that I am a worthless cunt and my only purpose is to be sexually abvsed. Slap me across my face and spit in my mouth as you tell me how useless I am at my job, that I would earn more money if you whored me out.
Never let me feel worthy of you. Remind me constantly that my friends are hotter, sexier and more satisfying to you than I can ever be. Have affairs and cheat on me as you treat me with absolute disregard. If I complain throw me out of the house and only let me back in crawling on all fours begging you to take me back.
Cheat on me with the women closest to me - my best friend and my younger sister. Come home from fucking them and make me clean your cock to taste them. Make me guess whose pussy juices I can taste on your cock.
Bring your girlfriends home. Make me serve you a romantic dinner. Then make me beg her to fuck you. Make me lick her pussy to ensure she is wet and ready for you. Then throatfuck me to get hard for her. Then make me kneel naked in the corner of the room while you make love to her. When you cum inside her - make me crawl to her and suck your cum out of her and swallow it.
Bring your friends home and make me serve everyone. Degrade me in front of them and if I dare defend myself beat me in front of them. Let them use me any way they like and remind me that it is a privilege to be gang-r4ped by them.
Make me feel small, inferior, worthless and defeated in every possible way... and I will love you forever...!
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Face slapping...
Give me a resounding slap across my cheek and watch all my confidence, self worth, self esteem, dignity and sense of self melt away... Alternate it with spitting on my face and then slapping it off me... I'll be your whore for life... fuckkk!
So here is a method I use to degrade and punish myself that incorporates lots of face slapping (in case my fellow whores and sluts would like to replicate):
WARNING: You may need recovery time from this self-punishment. You may want to provide time overnight to recover properly.
Wear a slip/camisole/flimsy top that clings to your body. Wear panties but they won't stay on you for very long.
Kneel in front of a large mirror so you can see yourself completely. Being able to see yourself is important as it underscores your miserable depravity... you'll see in a minute.
Slowly pull your left strap down to expose your left breast... pull your panties down to your knees as you kneel. There is something about being partially undressed... mmm
If you have long hair, take your time slowly tying it back. You will need to have it out of the way. Open your mouth and stick your tongue out...
Start by lightly but swiftly slapping your left cheek 10 times. You don't yet want to hurt yourself, you want to warm yourself up because there is much to come... Do the same to your right cheek.
You should be started to accumulate saliva in your mouth... let it drool down to your chest staining your camisole...
Now give yourself a resounding slap across your left cheek. Make sure it stings. Feel it resonate throughout your soul. Look into your eyes as you do this. Do the same to your right cheek.
Again... slowly but firmly. It should hurt.
Tell yourself "I'm a worthless, pathetic whore with no self esteem and dignity... I'm a slut that deserves to be punished..." Be imaginative!
Slap yourself harder now. Left... wait for it to sink in. Then Right...
Again... and again... Left... Right... until you start to feel tears well in your eyes. Now you can seriously slap yourself...
If you are drooling profusely by now, collect some in your hand and use it to slap yourself. It will go everywhere and really underscore your humiliation. What kind of pathetic whore does this to herself?!
When you can no longer take any more... slap yourself really hard a couple of times more - each time now saying degrading things to yourself out loud. This is where it will test your resolve and dedication to degrading yourself. Your face should snap to either side with each strike... and you should be hurting enough to be crying or at least being truly teary...
Stop when you really can't take any more. Be careful to not go too far or you will bruise yourself (trust me... it can happen).
Now edge like the whore you are... ruthlessly... mercilessly. Tell yourself you deserve this. Look at the marks on your face and the tears in your eyes as you edge... feel the shame burn into your soul...
Ohhhhhh.... fuckkkkk!
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I don't deserve to cum...
Every good whore must know this.
What good am I to you or anyone if I am satisfied? The more I am denied the more subservient, docile and submissive a humiliation slvt becomes...
I have posted previously that being tortuously kept on edge and cruelly denied makes me seriously vulnerable and devastatingly horny... which makes me crave humiliating, degrading porn as a release outlet... which makes me even more desperate and horny... which means thoughts of being a submissive whore are constantly on my mind... which makes me hornier still and craving sexual gratification... and the absence of which makes me squirm and sweat and crave... all of which makes me even feel even more submissive!
What a spiral...
I don't deserve to cum. After all, I’m a pathetic fuck hole, a cock sleeve and cum bucket whose pleasure doesn’t matter. My job is to give pleasure, not get any. Whether I cum or not is not my choice. I have no autonomy or rights. Anyone can torment me in any way they like... after all that is what makes me a submissive humiliation slvt.
I don’t deserve to cum. After all, it’s my job to keep myself frustrated so that I can purely focus on the pleasure of people that use me. The more frustrated and denied I am the harder I’ll work to make you happy. Your pleasure is all that matters and I am just a faceless, nameless set of holes for your satisfaction.
I don't deserve to cum. After all, the longer I am denied, the hornier I get and the more open I become to your ideas. The more I edge, the more malleable I am and more prepared for you to make me sink to places I never thought possible.
I don’t deserve to cum. After all, being available to you at all times... wet, sweaty, panting and begging for use, abvse, r4pe... is all I am good for. And being denied keeps me ready for you... always.
Fuckkkk!
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Guest Complaint
I find women who work in hospitality so fucking hot. They are serving constantly. I find it an intrinsically submissive job. Very noble on the surface but extremely servile and subservient in essence. Their only purpose is to please their guests.
Food and beverage attendants are so hot... cleaning tables, serving food, bringing drinks, apologising for anything that goes wrong... fuck. Front desk and concierge staff - oh fuck... helping guests and being told off for any problems they may have.
But the best are the female hotel managers. Always perfectly groomed. Hair tied back. Short skirt and jacket over a deliciously feminine blouse. I always wonder what sexy lingerie they have on underneath. And what if a super high value guest lodged a complaint and she was sent to ensure she fixes it at all costs... how far would she go?
I imagine him berating her for all the mistakes. Talking down to her. And her pleading and apologising. And begging for another chance. She tells him she will do anything to make it up to him.
He slaps her across the face... fuck! Tells her to strip naked. Makes her crawl to him and beg to be abvsed. He belts her until she is screaming in pain. Housekeeping staff hear her and look pityingly at each other as they hear her being hatefucked. He r4pes her pussy - spitting in her mouth, her eyes, her face. Then he flips her over and r4pes her ass as he whips her back and butt. Finally he throat fucks her pulling out and cumming in her face and hair.
She lies on the floor a sweaty mess, her hair dishevelled, her eyes red from crying, her body sore with welts, shame engulfing her. He tells her, "now get the fuck out of here... and do not clean my cum off your face." She slowly gets up and puts on her bra. Winces when her sore nipples press against the lace. Her silk blouse stains with her sweat as she puts it on. Gently wiggles into her skirt averting his gaze. Her pussy is so sore from the pounding she can barely walk straight.
"Now get the fuck out of here. And do not wipe my cum off your face you cheap whore..." he reminds her. She turns to him pleadingly. He walks up to her and spits in her face. "get out"...
She walks out of his room. Staff members outside look at her. Her face stained with his cum, cheeks red from his finger marks, hair matted, barely able to walk straight. Tears flow freely from her eyes as she makes her way back to her office.
The next day she is fired from her job... for being a whore...
Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
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An ex wife's cruelty
A quantifiable worth of a true whore is the money she can bring home to her owner. You make a deal with your ex wife - no further alimony if you sell me to her for a month. Of course you agree.
She comes to our home to collect. I wait with resentment, trepidation and downright fear. She places a thick leather blindfold on me and strips me down to my bra and panties. I am taken to a dirty warehouse where I am dragged along the dirty floor and my bra and panties are ripped off me.
I am tied on my back over a dirty pile of crates covered by a hessian bag. My arms and legs are tightly tied down. My pussy and ass hang out one end. My head is resting on the crates. The blindfold is taken off and your ex wife is the first to r4pe me. She squeezes my nipples cruelly until I stick my tongue out. She then mounts my mouth and nose rubbing her pussy on my face to get off. I only breathe when she lets me... fuckkk. Next she ruthlessly fucks my cunt and ass with a huge strap on while continuously slapping my face.
I am then flipped over and a tight leather hood is placed back over my face concealing my identity and blocking out all light. I am r4ped over and over and over again in all my holes. I don't know who and how many have used me.
Except on one occasion your ex wife whispers in my year... "That's your dad fucking you..." I scream and scream and scream while the unknown man cums inside me. "I will bring all your family, friends, colleagues and everyone you know to fuck you over the next month..." she adds.
This is Day 1.
I have 29 days of torment to go...!
Fuckkkk!
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Filthy fucking slut...
I have said previously that self-humiliation is an art. It takes a very special mindset and creative torment to headfuck yourself into feeling small, submissive, degraded and humiliated. Long periods of edging and denial help.
On a recent work trip, I had an entire weekend (Saturday and Sunday) free. I was painfully horny from the constant need for release that instead of being social and using that time to see the city I was in, I spent the entire weekend browsing degrading porn, being used by strangers on tumblr and abvsing and debasing myself.
Early Saturday morning a devious dominant told me to not take my panties off the entire day - to edge and touch and tease and deny my pussy but keep my panties on. No matter what. Of course like a true slut I complied.
I ate almost nothing throughout the day rubbing and edging and moaning and crying for release. This meant that by the end of the day my panties had soaked in all my juices, sweat and saliva from my drooling - dried - and then gotten wet again. I could literally smell myself on them...
I edged myself senseless. Recorded myself on my phone reciting every whore mantra I could find and then edging myself as I watched the video of my own debasement on repeat. Along the way I was fucked by several doms online, whipped by a cruel woman and sucked off I don't now how many randoms.
Fuck... that night as I had been instructed... I slept with my panties over my head and my crotch at my nose. Naked except for the humiliation of having a panty hood. Fuckkkk... all I could smell was my whoredom! I tossed and turned and squirmed all night.
The next morning... I put those filthy panties back on and went again for another day.... Now that's a filthy fucking slut!
Fuckkkkk...
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An evening's entertainment
Have some of your most perverted female friends over. Make me serve them a three course dinner dressed only in a bra and panties while they are dressed for a great evening out. Everyone ignores me throughout the evening. After dessert, you tell me to come stand in the middle of the living room. The women surround me and start to molest me - pawing at me, groping me, slapping me, pulling my hair, throwing me from one to the other... stripping me naked.
Then they drag me to the dining table and hold me down laying on my back. You tower over me and pull out your cock. "Tell them how you were r4ped..." you command. I hesitate. A resounding slap across my face makes me rethink my decision. In a quivering voice I start narrating my abvse and r4pe. You slap me again, "Details!"
I narrate it in excruciating detail. You place your hand over my eyes and start to jerk off. The women paw me, pinch me, hurt me... while I narrate my trauma. Tears stream down my cheeks. "Play with yourself," you command. I immediately start rubbing myself and my voice becomes unsteady as I describe what happened.
Halfway through the narrative, you cum all over my face and mouth. You make me swallow your cum while I keep talking. The women start making remarks, "She deserved it" "She was asking for it" "She is a r4pewhore and that's all she is good for." "what were you wearing to deserve it." "I bet you got off on it."
I can no longer help it. I cum in an earth shattering orgasm and thrash about like a wonton slut as the women slap, pinch and hurt me more... calling me a whore, slut, cum bucket...
You take your hand off my eyes... "It's ok sweetie. Every slut cums this way."
The women take turns spitting on me - on my face, all over my body, in my mouth... and then walk away to the living room to continue the evening.
I am lying there covered in your cum, my own juices and their spit... having cum to the memory of being r4ped.
What a fucking whore I truly am!
Fuck!
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Jobs for submissive humiliation sluts:
Find a job where you are objectified, sexually harassed, groped, used and abvsed. It pays minimum wage and you are truly powerless. You have to fuck whoever your boss demands to just keep your job. The helplessness and absolute lack of power is so thrilling.
Imagine going to work and your uniform is a singlet and panties with no bra. Customers are encouraged to grope and molest you as you work. If they don’t like your service , they are welcome to slap you across your face.
Sometimes, customers will make you rub yourself and cum in front of them like a cheap whore while they spit on your face. Other times, you have to satisfy five customers at once. The woman with your mouth and four men with your pussy, ass and both hands.
For fun, you and your other female coworkers are lined up with hoods over your heads and based on your blowjob skills tips are distributed.
The co-workers you detest the most are the ones who convince our boss to let them have their way with you most frequently. They fuck you in all your holes and the sadistic ones slap your breasts until you are begging for mercy…
Each day you come home spent, filthy and aching. Only one thing never happens.
You’re never allowed to cum…
mmmmm....
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CELEBRATING 200 FOLLOWERS…
I am truly, truly humbled that you have found this submissive humiliation slut worthy of following… and my blog has given you pleasure... 
I am grateful and delighted. 
It makes me feel deeply submissive and so searingly aroused that my filthy, perverted mind can inspire you, entertain you… maybe even satisfy some of you.
Do you rub or stroke to my blog?
Do you use my confessions and fantasies as inspiration?
Do you enact some of them?
Do you fantasise about using and abvsing me?..... fuckkkk!
I do not have the highest pain tolerance, but edging and denial make me capable of far more than I might ordinarily take. As a token of my appreciation, I gave myself 200 strikes counting each one out aloud as a tribute to each one of you:
I stripped naked. Knelt before my full length bedroom mirror. I was determined to make each strike count. And did my very best for you:
10 slaps to my left cheek
10 slaps to my right cheek
10 slaps with my right hand to my left breast
10 slaps with my left hand to my right breast
20 slaps with both hands on both breasts making sure I hit my nipples too
I had to rub and massage my nipples to take the pain of the strikes away...
I then grabbed my husband's thick leather belt
10 strikes with the belt on my left thigh
10 strikes on my right thigh
20 strikes on my stomach just above my clit... fuckkkkkk!
I had to pause for a bit. I was hot and sweaty and aching with lust and pain... it was heady.
I then took my wooden spatula and focused on my bottom:
10 strikes to my left butt cheek now taking time to really strike myself as hard as I could
10 strikes to my right butt cheek bringing tears to my eyes...
10 more to the left
10 more to the right
By now my ass was smarting and I was sure I could not take any more. I was literally heaving, squirming and clenching my pussy so tight...
10 strikes on my left thigh below my ass
10 strikes on my right thing below my ass
10 more to my left butt cheek
10 more to my right butt cheek
Tears of gratitude and pain were now flowing from my eyes. I sobbed as I thanked you for following my blog - presenting my gratitude as only a true slut can.
5 slaps to my left cheek to remind myself of what a whore I am
5 slaps to my right cheek...
Finally, I delivered 10 strikes with my belt on my pussy… that was agony… I could not hit as hard as I had hit everywhere… but I did do it… I was so proud when I finished…
I am still feeling the strikes four hours after I finished punishing myself for you!
Thank you for your support.
It means the world to me.
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The Queen’s Torment…
**CNC Fantasy Below for Edging and Fantasy Purposes Only - If this offends in any way, please stay away**
One of the benefits of torturous edging and denial is the insatiable hunger for sexual stimulation that inevitably follows. The constant craving also fires your synapses like you wouldn’t imagine.
Another of my many fantasies while hungrily edging…
As the Queen (of course I am the Queen) of the most coveted of the seven kingdoms, I am captured after our own ministers betray my beloved husband. I am shackled in iron chains and a heavy metal collar and paraded in front of the conqueror in my husband, the King’s throne room. My husband is stripped naked, gagged and tied to the central pillar. Two men stand by his side… one with a sword… the other with a bottle of oil…
The general drags me by the metal collar and kicks me behind my knees unceremoniously forcing me to drop to my knees. I am breathing fire and glare at the evil conqueror. I am then given a simple choice… Strip, kneel before the new king, and swear fealty by sucking his cock and swallowing his cum in front of the entire assembly OR I will be carried off to the dungeons to be r4ped by rabid soldiers while my husband is executed.
With tears of anger flowing down my cheeks, I bow my head and ask for the shackles to be removed. I strip naked and kneel slowly before the new king. I notice that the man with the oil is rubbing it into my husband’s cock making him erect.
I bow my head and submissively lower my eyes… opening my mouth wide. The new king wordlessly gets up from the throne, comes forward, with one finger lifts my head up and slowly drops a wad of his spit ino my open mouth. My face flushes with shame and hatred. He then every so slowly inserts his semi hard cock into my mouth holding it there as it grows and starts to make me shamelessly drool pools of saliva from my mouth.
He then mercilessly throat fucks me until he cums deep inside my throat making me gag and choke and splutter cum from my mouth and nose… At precisely at that moment, the man masturbating my husband makes sure he cums… ejaculating humiliatingly into the air.
I fall to the floor. 
The new king clicks his fingers.
Four hands grab me by my hair and neck still naked and covered in spit and cum and take me away. 
That is the last I see of my husband…
I am taken to a dungeon. It is hot and sticky and smelling of sweat and cum.
A potion of a glowing purple flower is brewing on the side. The men kick me in the stomach to wind me. As I fall to my knees, one man holds my head back by my hair hurting me while the other places his large calloused hand around my delicate neck to choke me. I am forced to open my mouth wide to gasp for air. A woman pours the potion down my throat, the men holding my mouth closed until I swallow it…
I feel tears involuntarily flow freely down my cheeks as I realise what they have done.
I have been drugged with a legendary psychedelic drug that heightens all sexual senses and pain receptors in the body while numbing all ability to fight back… 
I am essentially a defenceless fuckdoll… who can barely resist any torment but feels each touch and stimulation a hundred times more strongly. Orgasms can be ripped from me at will and each slap will feel like my world is spinning uncontrollably…
Through teary hazy eyes, I see the King approach me. 
“You thought you would get away with just a blowjob? You will now become the cumrag for my triumphant ministers and generals who will use you in the most filthy, perverse and degrading ways possible. You will feel everything and will be unable to stop anything… And in time you will become a worthless common whore who we will discard on the streets of the city… Watch…”
With that he inserts two fingers into my soaking cunt and I instantly cum…
I have lost all track of time. I can no longer describe how many ways I have been r4ped or by how many people… men, women… I don’t know. I only know incredible pain and unbearable orgasms that make me scream. I know the smell of cum and sweat. I know that I can no longer think or be… I am just a r4pe receptacle for evil, evil people…
*sigh….. fuckkkkkkkkk!
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Mistakes
To err is human... but to err as a submissive humiliation slut is simply divine. That fear that grips my chest - the blood curdling chill - the way my stomach falls when I realise that I have made a mistake. Fuck!
I so wish we lived in a world where mistakes by sluts like me are handled like they are in my fantasy.
At the first hint that I might have made a mistake, a resounding slap across my face.
Being grabbed by my hair and dragged through the office to the boss's room.
Bent over her desk and whipped mercilessly with a belt, hands, cane... whatever is handy. My begging and moaning and screaming getting everyone in the open office horny.
When my butt is marked and bruised, be made to hold my little black dress up to my waist and stand with my nose touching the wall in the corner of my boss's room. Everyone who enters her office sees me punished in the corner... fuck!
Depending on the severity of the mistake... being made to strip down to my bra and panties and be made to stand in the corner of the main office facing the wall... a belt on a hook to the right. Anyone is welcome to take out frustration on me. Yank my panties down to my ankles and whip me, spank me, hurt me. Anyone who feels like it can come from behind and grope me, molest me, spot on my back and butt... Anyone who wants to can bend me over and fuck me from behind while berating me, cum inside me and then scoop up their cum as it runs down my thighs to rub over my face...
If the mistake affects the executive leadership, be made to attend the next board meeting and kneel at the entrance to the board room licking each leader's shoes clean as they enter. Some will slap me and kick me away and place the sole of their shoes on my face. When the meeting begins, I am to crawl under the boardroom table offering each board member oral sex...
Fuckkkkkk.... I so want this.....
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Spitting
Such a degrading act… so vile and demeaning… 
Just thinking of it makes me instantly wet. Fuck… look at that. My face if flushed, my heart is pounding and my pussy is so fucking wet… and no one has as yet even collected their saliva in their mouth with the intention of expel it on me…
Spitting is a symbol of disdain. I guess that is at the heart of its attraction to a deep submissive humiliation slut like me. And if the spitting is on the face… gosh… 
The look of defeat and disgust when someone spits in your face… fuck! I can literally cum from just thinking about a beautiful woman’s face defiled with someone’s spit.
Picture this…
I am tied in a kneeling position with my arms stretched above my head. I am wearing a red bra and my face is stained with tears and drool from being face fucked. There are saliva stains on my bra and sweat beads on my forehead. My tormentor has pulled out of ruthlessly face fucking me and I sob as I suck in air to recover. He spits a thick gob of his saliva on my face - the spit landing on my left cheek just below my eye. I instinctively recoil in revulsion and let out a cry of shame, anger, disgust and arousal… god!
My face snaps to the left willing myself away from this humiliation. But my arms are tied above my head and all I can do is try and bury my nose in my armpit. But the man won’t even let me have that modicum of escape from the degradation. He yanks my hair and turns my head to him, spits on my face right between my eyes and slams his cock down my throat again - choking me. 
Fresh tears stream down my cheeks…
Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk!
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Be Useful
Some completely unsolicited reminders for my fellow submissive whores…
You are nothing… you mean nothing… you have no value… you have no worth…
Only your body has value but you have no autonomy over it…
Be prepared at all times for anyone to use and abvse you in any way they desire
No one respects you, your rights or your wishes
Let them objectify you. Let them grope you. 
You are a nameless set of holes for their use.
Let them spit on you your body and in your mouth
Let them write degrading things on your body and wear them to work as your private shame
Let them fuck your mouth, cunt and ass with no respect or regard for you, your pleasure or your needs
Let them slap, whip and choke you just because they wanted to
Let them cum on you, in you, around you and lick and swallow every drop
Edge, deny and repeat until you are a mindless whore begging for their attention
And edge some more when they ignore you because they have someone better to use and abvse
Thank them for hurting you, using you, r4ping you and beg for more…
This is your only use… so be useful!
*sigh…..
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