I Send Her The Most Romantic Texts.

I love taking an otherwise smart, intelligent person and turning them into a brainless, cock-drunk drooling mess. That's true power.

Dumbification with someone that is actually smart outside bed is so cute, like they are so mature for everyone but brainless pets for you? love it.

The best rape sluts are the ones that can be so easily overpowered and folded in two. Let's get you on your back, those legs tucked behind your head and firmly restrained so all that you are is a set of easily-accessible holes to fuck.

got a comment on my back arch and felt good, so here’s a treat

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.

Gentle? Fuck that. Keep edging, slut. Edge until your cunt is sore and you're out of coherent thoughts. Then edge some more.

control me for how long I have to keep edging

like = 2 extra minutes of edging

reblog = 4 extra minutes of edging

degrading comment on this post = 6 extra minutes of edging

Please be gentle with me 🥺

That's what your unlubed asshole is for, cunt. Hopefully you were helpful enough to offer your shithole to him to rape, because dry and painful is obviously what he wanted for you.

She doesn't even need to have a spit kink. If she's a dumb cunt who gets off on being debased by her superior, you can bet I'll be spitting on her pathetic face. It's more entertaining to me when they don't like it, honestly.

Like probably most people, I think it's gross and disrespectful when people spit on the ground in public. Do these people seriously have such overactive salivary glands that they have to spit right as I walk past them on the sidewalk. Nasty 😒

But if I'm with a girl with a spit kink, my demeanor changes completely. As long as I have her as my needy, willing receptacle, then I have no qualms about spitting. On her, in her face, and in her mouth. Anytime, anywhere. During sex, and just as a casual reminder that she's my dirty good girl. So open your mouth for me, slut.

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

That's it. Be a good girl and lick the cum out of her asshole when I'm done fucking her. Show me just how inferior you are to her. After all, your worth is measured by how good and eager of a cleanup cumrag you are for me.

Rub your pathetic little cunt while thinking about how this is your future: watching me fuck prettier, sexier, sluttier women while you debase yourself for our entertainment.

need a boyfriend that will cheat on me with prettier girls. sleep with my best friend, the girl i hate, your ex. make me watch you fuck her while i masturbate to the sight of you thrusting into her. cum inside her while holding eye contact with me and i’ll come right then and there. tell me that the only way i’ll have your cum is by cleaning her up afterwards.

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.