Only If You Thanked Me After Filling You Up With My Shit. You'd Better Be Grateful For Fulfilling Your

Loving degradation is incredibly important. After all, I want to encourage you to be even more of a pretty, dumb little fucktoy for my use and pleasure.

im a big fan of loving degradation:

“i love it when you get this dumb for me”

“you’re so pretty when you’re desperate”

“you get wet so fast it’s precious”

cause desperate, dripping messes deserve all the praise in the world

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.

I couldn't put it more eloquently or violently than this. Kudos, OP.

I’m rape-inclusive, I’m for all kinds of rape!

Rape a straight man into a faggot! Rape a faggot into a breeder! Rape a straight woman into a dyke! Rape a dyke into a cockhole! Rape some aroace thing until their body is traumatized enough to crave being used like a whore. Give them what God so obviously left for you to fix.

Then keep doing it over and over, until the only sexuality they have is whatever you decide on a whim.

They’re not a person, they’re a communal sex toy for whoever needs something warm to cum in or on.

If it hurts and they don’t want it - do it anyways!

Make them hate how hard they get or how much wetness drips down their thighs.

Break somebody in a way that changes them forever and then do it some more because it gets you off! Or because it's kinda funny!

Live rentfree in their head, the trauma you cause just skullfucking them on a daily basis.

Home is where the heart is and make sure that safe place is stained with your cum and their tears

Life is so much better once you cunts just accept that you're porn. When you stop worrying about anything other than making men's cocks hard, life stops being so stressful.

So be porn for us. It's better for your mental health.

When we talk about you being porn for us, we aren't just talking about taking nudes for us. We want you to think "How can I make my man's cock hard while doing this?"

When you are bending over to take something out of the oven, are your legs spread? Did you tuck the hem of your dress up so you flash your panties? Did you make your nipples hard so they are visible? When doing laundry, can your man tell that you have your plug in?

And it's not just that. Send us porn and discribe how you wish we were doing that to you. Be a gender traitor and send us pics. Tell us what they deserve.

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.

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.

Corruption

I want to make you worse. Making you edge to the horrible things you never thought your feminist cunt would get tingly for.

I want you to crave embarrassment and humiliation. Get off on being entertainment while I laugh. Ruin yourself for my pleasure and approval.

Help me by always being a role model for others. Good girls make other good girls. You will be judged by your obedience, but rarely expect to cum.

I want to corrupt you.

You'd look much better on your knees, mouth open, gargling my piss. At least then you'd be being useful.

Alabama 💘 22

Hi😋

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.

Y'know, I never had much of an interest in age-gaps. A slut's a slut, no matter how old she is, and there's always been no shortage of sluts my age to use.

Then I discovered Gen Z cunts and my world changed: they are, without a doubt, the filthiest, most depraved whores I've ever seen. Raised on porn, not a shred of dignity. Just eager holes begging to be used and taken further down the path of depravity.

Raise your hand if you're a Gen Z slut!