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is it bad Manson makes me wet

my friend told me about how he r@p3d a girl in college and got kicked out of his dorm for it. is it bad that made me want to ride his r@p1st cock? And that I did take his cum until it spilled out of my tight cunnie?

hire me.

I always behave my professor.

Uni professor that makes me come earlier n sit on a specific chair every lecture? Every lecture there's a new toy on it which i need to stuff into my pussy and endure over the course of the lecture?

front row seat, legs crossed over one another as everyone walks in and says hi and gets to their chosen seat. And once they're all sat down, im expected to open my legs up so that the prof can see my stuffed pussy beneath the desk whilst he lectures - teeth flashing with the sadistic smirk he wears each time that he looks over and sees me with eyes squeezed shut, doing my best not to make any noise

Sometimes when he feels particularly cruel, he'll call me out by name and say pay attention. In extreme cases of cruelty, he'll ask me to answer his questions and listen to me stutter to jog my brain and look past the pleasure to answer his questions.

The toys vary each week - one time it was a thick dildo, another time a bullet vibe to shove up my cunt. One time it was a butt plug of which the professor could control the vibrations of from his phone.

Of course, I then also need to wait until the end of the lesson before i can leave. Otherwise, everyone would see me get up with strings of my own cum extending from the chair to my sopping pussy as I get up.

No, instead I wait for everyone else to leave.

Then the professor can tell me to turn around and touch my toes so that my skirt flips and he can observe my pussy, stuffed with whatever odd object he'd decided to use on me that week.

Then what? Well, maybe I'll get fucked in the lecture room - at the very front - so that it feels like everyone's watching me. Or, maybe he'll tell me to suck his cock because he's tired to lecturing with a boner from watching me on the front row. Alternately, he might even tell me to go sit on his desk at the front and myself off for him using the toy, before making me lick all the slick that drips from my pussy off of the desk with my tongue

A woman that really enjoys her job

Is there even a better compliment for a girl than telling her how breedable she looks?

Thought of starting a harem. Thoughts? If interested just dm to apply.

Doing some body writing, send me the most depraved things you can think of and I'll write them on my body, make me dysphoric!!

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okayy so what about free-use trains? free-use Ubers? free-use transport?

You order your uber and it comes to you with a freshly needy slut on her knees with a collar around her neck and chain binding her to the backseat where you can do as you please to her as you commute from place to place.

Perfect, right?

Well, perfect for you at least - not for me. I'm a working woman. I have a job I need to get to and when it just so happens to be an early 7am morning, so what if I accidentally type the last number of the cab service wrong?

the line should go dead, i should look down and reread the number and realise that ive typed it out wrong and correct it and properly order my transport.

what shouldn't happen, is for an uber to be placed regardless - and for when i enter the vehicle, there to be a chain and collar snapped open on the floor of the uber.

i realise my mistake as soon as i step in - i accidentally ordered one of those horny fuck-taxis instead of my normal cab to work - but it's too late to back out and reorder my cab as the driver speeds off without asking for my destination. S'pose he just remembered it from the phone call.

but no.

instead he pulled up outside a block of flats, and the door i sat besides was opened as a man entered and frowned.

why's she sat on the seat? that's not very obedient - is your quality dropping? And why is she not collared up?

my own look of confusion was slowly replaced with horror as i realised that both the driver and passenger thought that i was a... worker.

i stuttered to correct the man's misinterpretation, but before i could get the words out, he had slapped me around my face, shocking the words out of my mouth as i was dropped to the larger-than-average footwell.

and then all control was out of my hands as the man's hand wrapped around my neck and forced me onto the ground, struggling against my wriggling and helpless body that screamed for help as he snapped the collar around my neck - binding me to the godforsaken taxi as a slut for his helping

my breaths came out fragmented and i could feel tears pooling in my eyes in horror at what was happening - what he was doing.

His arms wrestled with my blouse, not caring to undo the buttons of my delicate white dress shirt - instead ripping them open like a box of biscuits, pulling my decency away from me and leaving my heaving breasts in nothing but a bra that swayed to accustom my bust as the car turned a corner.

his cock came out then, as he used my neck to push me and hold me on my back, his fingers pushing against my clit through a pair of tights and panties - pulling the both of them off and to the side before plunging his cock into my pussy without any lube - forcing a scream from my throat as me began shagging me against the car floor, nudging my nipple into view from behind my bra before his cold breath enveloped the bud and began playing with it

he leaves almost perfectly in time for him to reach his release - cumming inside my pussy whilst i still cried and covered my face with hands - however i felt no relief as another man entered the back of the car, with his cock already released and swinging like a weapon between his two legs as he shut the door behind him with a wide grin at the "office worker themed wear" i seemed to kinkily sport.

and this man seemed to think that my cries and pleads for helps and screams and weak pushes to get him off me were-

Wow! You really like cnc huh, more of your sluts should do this gig!

After multiple men - multiple rounds - multiple cumshots that left my skirt wet and stomach twisted, the car stopped and no man entered the car... and even the collar unlatched from around my neck!

i couldn't believe it... was i free?

i didn't give myself a chance to second doubt myself.

i pushed myself out of the car despite my weakness, my eyes adjusting to the brightness of the world i was thrust into outside of the cab- realising i was outside my work building!

a shiver ran through my body as the cool wind seemed to illuminate the hot trickle of liquid down my leg, and as i looked down i realised that there was cum leaking from my pussy.

blushing and realising i was in public like a wreck, i hurried into the building just as i heard the bell going off - indicating the midday break...

i ran to find the nearest toilet as the rumble of feet comign down stairs became louder - finally finding a WC sign on a door and launching myself through it - breathing a sigh of relief as i found a safeplace to open my eyes and look into the mirror to see....

fuck. i looked like a fucked out mess. my bra had been flipped on one side so that teh cup was squashed beneath my tit that was free and lay like a pillow against my chest, free of its material constraints - my stomach with white stripes of cum that lead to a wet skirt and more cumstreaks that fell down my thighs and tights.

the door squeaked and i whipped my head around, freezing in shock as i made eye contact with a...

a man. multiple men. coming to use the toilet during their break and freezing in shock at the cum-soaked girl stook half-naked in the middle of the men's toilets

their eyes raked up adn down me and i felt myself turn fearful once more as i noticed their expressions of... hunger.

A squeak left my mouth in shock and pain as both of my tits were grabbed in handfuls by a pair of hands from behind me, pressing up my tits and squeezing them, presenting them to the men that stood in the doorway before i heart a-

"i think we got our lunchtime treat right here, huh?"

omg im soooo glad u made an audio 4 dum, barly literare cunts liek me Master!!!!

im not sur im the best 2 giv good critiqs, i got so horny an lightheaded just listenig.., i ges its a gud thig that Men ar listend 2 first then!!!

i feel so warm an fuzzy beig ur assignd brainles hole <3

I created an audio file for those of you who thought that a woman’s place was to be educated and successful. I want you to sit down and listen to this and then take a look at this picture and understand what your place truly was

I wanna be used :33

mine💖

dents in my titties bc they’re so big. I’ve gained so much weight since pregnancy. I miss having milk filled titties tho. should I get knocked up again?

my udders >

my nipples look so hard this morning. they’re dying to be sucked 😩 who can help me?

ONE OF THE HOTTEST THINGS

ive ever heard a guy say....

"yea, my wife used to be a feminist, now she drinks my piss."

Hi and welcome to my blog!

This is my safe space where I allow myself to be honest with my views and beliefs since it's not that easy to be open with it in real life.

I am pro patriarchy. I believe men are superior and women are inferior. I believe perfect harmony between the genders is achieved when we fall into our traditional gender roles.

I don't believe that women are useless, on the contrary I believe we are very useful and important but that our role is to support and serve men.

I used to be a feminist. I used to believe that women could and should do everything a man does. I also used to be very miserable, frustrated and depressed. My life lacked meaning. Deep down I have always felt the need of a mans approval and for a man to validate me, but as a feminist I did not feel like I could accept that. Everybody told me that I don't need a man to be happy, that I should live for and serve myself. This led to me being very depressed and feeling lack of meaning in my life.

Since I have accepted that men are superior to women and that my place is under a man, the right man, I have been so much more happy, freer and fulfilled! I feel so much purpose now.

Sitting in the cafeteria at work and I see a girl sitting at the table next to me with a water bottle that has a “Smash the Patriarchy”.

I can’t help but laugh knowing I’ve seen this sluts owner lead her into a room by a leash naked. In that room, 4 random men he met last weekend. She eagerly sucked all 4 off and swallowed every drop of cum. All to please her owner!

So yeah cunt, you rock that anti patriarchy sticker! 😂

Should I be responsible and take care of my laundry, ooorrrr completely ignore it and play Fable Anniversary all day?

Tough choice….

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I strongly identify with Tinkerbell, I too will die without attention.

Train me to be your perfect wife

You didn't realize it until your husband teased you about it. When he slaps you, you spread your legs. You don't think about it, it's just a reflex.

Then he started using it to show what a good wifey you are. How well trained you are. Showing all of his friends how you understand the best way to apologize is to offer up your cunt.

But it didn't stop there. You realized whenever he pushed your head down, you started drooling. You knew you were getting cock soon and the drooling would begin. You are his trained bitch and you love it.

I wouldn’t go as far as property, we have respect for each other. However we do believe in traditional gender roles.

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"I claim you completely, body and soul. You exist only to serve me, to please me, to fulfill my every desire. Your worth is defined by how well you obey, by how much you give yourself to me. You are nothing without my control, nothing but an object for my pleasure. I own you—your thoughts, your body, your will—all of it is mine to command. Your submission is my right, your devotion my prize. You will kneel before me, offering yourself without question, without hesitation, knowing your place is at my feet. I will take what I want from you, break you, reshape you, and you will beg for more. Your existence is for my satisfaction, and you will know that every breath you take is because I allow it. There is no part of you that is free, for I own you completely. You will submit to me zealously, with every ounce of your being, burning with the desire to please me in ways you never imagined. I am your master, and you are mine—forever."

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The world would be a much better and happier place if all the other fuck holes with tits would just OBEY the patriarchy!

Life is so much easier knowing my place 🐽🤍🩷

Once again guest starring @goonettesasha, who wanted the world to know her new pledge from on her knees.

This cunt gets it. I want you pretty and sexy. A beautiful object to admire while you're being a disgusting little whore, shoving your tongue up my ass, drooling around my cock and begging for my piss.

So remember: don't be disgusting; act disgusting.

men don’t like gross females.

they like pretty and s3xy and put together females who do gross stuff and know their purpose is to serve men.

i hope this helps.

Sometimes I wanna finger myself to orgasm

… Then I remember that I must give pleasure to men, not to myself

… And I’m like: ‘Ah, shit!’"*

im a dumb slut. I am begging for attention. Please message me if you want a stupid little girl to degrade and use.

for a long time i had this "i need to be strong and independent" mindset too. which made many things in life very difficuld for me. i couldnt ask for help because i thought i need to do it on my own even if i coulnd do it on my own. or focused on things i m not suited for because i thought i need to know this or i should be able to do it. i couldnt follow commands because i thought i knew it better. i had trouble to be respectful towards Men because i thought i m on the same page as them.

this all lead to a hard life for myself much harder as it should be.

but since i changed my mindest and worldview much got better in my life and i m a much more positiv and happy person.

This response to the anon about girls craving men that are better than them. A lot of women I know personally who are “strong and independent” with their college degrees n good paying job have hardest doing life. Either they can’t keep a man or the men they date long term are lazy losers and make more money than him. Whereas girls who aren’t compete idiots but clearly lack intelligence, work some unimpressive job(waitress, yoga instructor, secretary) always got men chasing them

Men who want to take care of someone are only interested in girls that want to be taken care of. If you’re strong and independent and “don’t need no man” then look forward to a life of men that don’t need you either.

You thought you might find being your man's tradwife to be suffocating. But it made your world manageable. All of that overwhelming noise is gone. All of that pressure is gone. And you have time. Does your husband require you to be fully put together when you go out? Yes. But you have time to do it. Better yet, it's self care. You feel better knowing you are put together. And it's hard to take the bitchy comments seriously when it comes from someone in stained sweatpants.

Pretty please?

Your husband took you on a picnic. Taking you to a lovely secluded spot where it was just the two of you. Once the blanket is spread, he reaches out and takes off your hat. Then he lifts your sundress over your head. Tossing it onto the blanket as your hat is put back on you. Next is your bra and panties. Leaving you in your pretty hat, garter belt, stockings, and your heels.

When you try to cover yourself, he doesn't let you. Telling you that your modesty is for the world, but you are his whore. His hands spread your legs. You can feel him eyeing his property. And you blush, but don't discourage him.

He let's you feed him. Letting you fulfill that need to take care of others. To please him not just with your holes but your service.

When the food is gone, you find yourself in his arms. The warm sunlight on your skin. Your eyes closed as you enjoy how wonderfully empty your brain is. No anxiety. No insecurities screaming in your head. Just the satisfaction of being a good wife.

You remember meeting your husband. It was a summer internship you had been accepted for. And your husband to be was your boss. You made so many mistakes at first. He was so patient and corrected you. Again and again. But the third time you made the same mistake, he lost his temper.

You found yourself over his lap. Even with your dress down and panties covering, it hurt. But being over an older man's lap, getting a spanking you deserved had you wet. Over the weekend you replayed the memory over and over again while masterbating.

The following Monday, he apologized, pointing how you could get ahold of HR. You just smiled and said you deserved it. The spankings continued. And your masterbation became more frequent.

As your masterbation increased, the hem lengths of your skirts went up. You were being a little cock tease and you knew it. Flashing your panties or lack of them.

One day, you were called into his office. "There are multiple complaints to HR about your attire." His hand grabbing your wrists before he slaps you. "You work for me. Your appearance and behavior reflect on me. Didn't you have a father to teach you how to behave?"

Anger coloring his face. "Do you think you are the first silly little girl who thinks being a cocktease will get her promoted? Maybe you should learn what happens to whores like you."

Your flimsy panties torn away. His hand covering your mouth as you can hear the rest of the office working. Pinned to the wall as he raped you. "Did you just cum from being raped?" He snarled into your ear. And you had.

When he finished, he looked at you with disgusting. "Go home and tomorrow come back not looking Iike a whore."

You rubbed yourself raw that afternoon. Replaying every detail. The smell of his colonge and skin. How helpless you felt. The satisfaction of getting a man off. How even raping you, he was better than your fumbling boyfriend.

The next day, you went into his office. In a much more modest outfit. As wonderful as getting what you deserved had been, disappointing him seemed like a fate worse than he'll.

"Sign this. It's your resignation letter. It's clear you need a man with a firm hand taking care of you. And I can't date subordinates. So you need to quit. Be ready for me to pick you up at eight. Wear something dressy. I am taking you somewhere nice."

And he did. Not long after, you dropped out of college. Now you are a happy housewife.