Is Cheating Really Hot?

TW:: Hard Kink, Humiliation play

That bratty behavior of yours is irritating to my soul. It’s also dangerously alluring for me. . . The way your ass looks so cute in that tight, teasing skirt makes me grin with filthy thoughts of how I want to violate you. But it also makes me want to tear all of your pride away and transform you into a sex-obsessed slut. You need to be put in your fucking place— And what better way of doing that than by turning you into an obedient piggy for me~?

Oh, sure. . . You’d think as I tied your hands behind your back that you’ll just act like a ditzy, cute brat to get what you want in the end. You want my cock in your needy cunt, hm? But you begin to feel me slide a different collar than the one you are used to around your neck.

“Don’t get any ideas of you mouthing off to me, Piggy. It might hurt just a bit if you do,” I tease and immediately see that searing flash of anger through your eyes. I can tell it’s the name I just called you.

“Don’t call me a fucking pig—!” You cut off with a yelp as I press the button on the control in my hand; watching you look startled from the pain you felt from the collar.

“Are you so dumb that you can’t remember what I literally just told you, Piggy? No. Mouthing. Off,” I firmly remind you as the realization that you’re about to be made to do something utterly degrading for me hits you down to your core. Your pride is on the balance. God you can’t be feeling blood pulsing down into your clit from this type of treatment.

Once I finished your restraints on your hands behind your back, I slide my foot to push your knees apart. “Here’s what you’re gonna do for me, Piggy. You’re gonna be a cute little alarm clock in my living room. Your legs better be spread wide for my viewing pleasure, too Loser. Anytime the clock hits the hour mark, I want you to alert me by oinking like a cute little piggy so I can laugh at my alarm.”

The look on your face is priceless. I can see your disgust and anger, but also that rosy tint on your cheeks. Does my little pet want to yell at me? Oh you can’t without that shock collar going off, huh?

Time goes on and I’m sitting on my couch, fully clothed playing on my phone. But you are completely exposed with your knees beginning to hurt. The dreaded minute was only seconds away. The idea of being a defiant brat passed through your head plenty of times, but damned that you didn’t want to feel that shock again.

I watch you look to the ground and barely make that dreaded, humiliating sound. It was quiet, but there.

“Oink. . .”

. . .

I get up and walk over to you. You must have been so good, because I stroke that clit of yours. Nothing can stop you from squirming against my hand, moaning thinking you were getting rewarded with that delicious warm heat cupping tight against your clit. . . One little oink and you fucking won!

Until I bring my lips to your ears and murmur, “You call that an alarm? Next time you better oink fucking Louder.” The precious heat from my hand leaves your aching pussy and follows up with an intense sharp stinging pain from that very same fucking hand.

Oh don’t get so scared, Alarm Clock! I need to punish you so you can be a proper alarm for Mommy. Be glad I’m not gonna kick that cunt. I walk back over to the couch laughing at you rubbing that tender cunt against the cold hard floor, your head hanging in defeat that you’re gonna have to make a louder humiliating sound in another hour. There’s nothing you can do but obey if you want to be an obedient cunt for that cock.

Now. . . You’re gonna be a good little piggy and oink louder next time, right?

Cock whore this, dirty slut that.

No sir. You don’t understand.

When I tell men I want to be treated like a whore I don’t mean cute leashes and crawling to you all sexy. Treat me like a runaway teen who ask if you want a fuck for twenty bucks outside a truck stop. Imagine that I’m so desperate I’ll let you do anything to me.

Bend me over in your back seat and don’t tell me you’re going to fuck me raw and pump your cum into me. Make me get naked. Make me spread my holes. Use me in ways you have only ever thought of, dreamed of, things you would be ashamed to do to your girlfriend or wife. Tell me they’d never let someone treat them like you’re about treat me, because they have self respect, because their lives have meaning.

Punch my tits, slap my face, kick my cunt, make me cry out in pain and then shut me up by fucking my face until I can’t breath. Make me crawl on the filthy floor as you piss on me, make me chase the stream and cut up my knees trying to catch it in my mouth and when I don’t get enough of it make me lick it off the floor while you rape my ass. Pull out only to run the length through my folds, against my clit, tell me I’m a sick bitch for having a wet pussy and then go back and forth between fucking both holes and tell me to oink like a pig or moo like a cow depending on which one you’re using. Slap the back of my head each time I get it mixed up. Make me suck you clean every time you dump a fresh load inside of me and then scoop up the drippings and rub it on my face.

Tell me constantly that I’m a worthless piece of shit, that I’m going to pay you for every load of hot cum you waste inside of me.

Make me suck on your balls while you rub your cock on my face and talk about how no one would notice if I never came back. Make me beg for my life while I bounce on your cock and tell me it depends on whether I can make you cum, then start counting and don’t tell me what you’re counting up to. Make love to my abused cunt with your hand around my throat and your lips to my ear as you moan over and over again, “I’m going to fucking kill you, I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Make me masturbate while dunking my head in the toilet and when I cum grudgingly admit that at the very least it’s funny to watch me being such a stupid fucking whore.

When you’re done with me spit on my body and leave me on the floor, exhausted and covered in fluids. Take a picture and text it to me with a heart before you leave. Let me know our first date was just ok and I’m going to have to try harder if I want you to keep fucking me.

…when I tell you I want men to use me, I mean this.

Bullied

Oh what I would not give to have a woman take deep pleasure in sexually bullying me over extended periods of time. Don't get me wrong - being bullied by a strong man is thrilling. But women tend to be so much more vicious and cruel.

It would start small. A snide look, a casual sexualised comment, a berating remark... at work, in the gym, at a social engagement, at our home when they are over with all our friends... And it would escalate... slowly but progressively and then blow out in a dizzying spiral...

Call me whore, slut, fuck toy under your breath. Talk about my body, my appearance and my sexuality in hushed tones so I just hear it.

Then start saying it to my face. Ask me sexualised questions in public to make me uncomfortable. Talk down to me and berate me for being a worthless whore who just needs to be r4ped, abvsed and used. Ask me to deny it. When I am unable to - laugh in my face. If I protest, slap me to shut me up.

Come up behind me in a public place and whisper degrading things... tell me how you know my cunt gets wet when I am am being sexually harassed... reach into my panties and wet your fingers in my soaking cvnt. Bring them to my nose and make me smell myself to make your point.

Grope, grab and molest me every chance you get. Do it in my home, at work, in the gym... every chance you get. Keep me nervous constantly about when you will molest me.

Threaten to have me gang r4ped and mercilessly beaten if I don't do everything you say. Then make me strip naked, kneel and rub myself as I tell you how much I want to watch my younger sister be r4ped. Make me cum at the most humiliating point. Video all of this and blackmail me.

Pimp me out to fund your luxury lifestyle. If I protest, show me the video and threaten to send it to my family. Film me being a whore and post it on porn sites. Make me tell you when a male friend recognises me from the porn video and randomly feels me up at will.

Make me quit my job and work as a waitress on minimum wage. Make me cook, clean, look after your home. Use me to satisfy you in any way you see fit and be your toy to use, abvse and bully forever...

Gosh!

Things I want normalized in my next relationship:

Being naked at all times in the home

Being collared at all times inside and outside the home

Being plugged as much as possible inside and outside the home

Total orgasm denial with rules and oversight

Bathroom restrictions inside and outside the home

Eating and drinking from bowls on the floor

Furniture restrictions

Free use

Tasking

Being called by a pet name

Using the pronoun "it"

Being shared

Speech restrictions

Clothing restrictions outside the home

Sitting at his feet as much as possible outside the home

Wanted: Desk Pet

Duties include: Remaining under owner's desk for duration of work day to provide oral service and general entertainment. Cockwarming owner during both meetings and day-to-day work activities. Humping owner's shoes under desk throughout day. Throating cock Providing oral support when requested. Sucking owner's fingers when presented. Submitting to hatefucking penetration from owner during boring or frustrating days. During lunch hour, all office desk pets are placed in group play pen for exercise expect to get humped like a bottom bitch.

Uniform: Collar and leash required. Lingerie and resraints at owners discretion. Tail plug optional. Chastity device required to ensure maximum obedience. Desk pets may be required to wear owner's cum on face/body.

Compensation: Lots of praise you're a good little whore, aren't you? Several head pats per day. Regular petting, scratching behind ears. Lots of cum to drink don't you dare spill a drop. Desk pets may occassionally be fucked as a reward for good behavior you better beg for it. Orgasms administered at owner's discretion.

Note: Desk pets may be restrained under owner's desk during work day. Desk pets will be required to lick up any mess they left behind at the end of day each day. Desk pets are not permitted to orgasm without owner permission, any infraction will result in torture punishment. Punishment includes but is not limited to spanking, flogging, clit slapping, overstimulation, forced orgasms, sensory deprevation, and being walked around the office leashed, naked, and on all fours public humiliation.

It is so mind-numbingly hot when a Dom tells you no. No, you can’t touch yourself. No, you aren’t allowed to cum. No, I’m not going to use your pathetic little hole. You get so fucking desperate when you feel that helpless, when you’re begging and pleading with them just for them to deny you. When they remind you that you’re only there for their enjoyment, and they’re more than happy to take your pleasure away on a whim. Because to them, you’re just a toy to play with and abuse. Nothing makes me needier. Nothing makes me want it more than being told I can’t have it.

I want to be humiliated.

I talk all high and mighty and I've been told my confidence is unmatched in most situations. So fuck me so good that I'm blushing a stuttering like a virgin. Knock me down a couple pegs I dare you. Make my attitude stumble and force me into a corner where you're in control and I just have to hope you'll be merciful. Put me in a collar and make me bark and whine while I grind against a pillow. Have me grab household items and fuck myself on them for you and have me thank you for it. Edge me until a slight touch makes me squirt and cum all over myself. Have me beg for worse. Add me in a call with your friends without me knowing and have me perform like I'm a cheap whore that's only there to get you all off. Make me crawl around on all fours and moo like a cow with a bell around my neck and my udders and breeding holes being barely restricted by the cow print almost bikini you forced me in as soon as I woke up to you cumming in my asshole. Make me walk around with that cum dribbling out of me all day.

God-i just wanna be absolutely ruined-

(my dms and asks are always open)

thinking lots abt how much calling ur degradee "porn" just hits

"You are fucking porn."

You're literally the most disposable, plentiful, and accessible thing.

You're an unrealistic, fetishized image to be consumed and quickly forgotten.

Your base existence is to arouse and allure with a portrait of something we all want and crave. Sex.

Not a person, not someone with aspirations or a valued member of society, no. It's much simpler.

Say it with me, sluts.

You Are Porn.

You wake up, chained to a urinal, unable to close your arms and legs. Helpless and starting to shake before it’s even begun. Hearing the murmuring outside the stall grow louder with men’s voices and harsh laugher. Apprehension growing as your stomach feels tight, trying not to vomit even as you start to panic. Feeling so helpless and exposed. Completely naked and desperate. The sounds growing louder, and then…

The door bursts open and the first one steps forward. He won the lottery today and is going to take a little more time than usual. He strokes your cheek softly, then takes a handful of your hair hard by the roots and slaps your face viciously, leaving a red handprint on your pale skin that will become a nasty bruise. Your head jerks down just in time to see his cock exposed, before he thrusts into you, unceremoniously, like meat. Just fuckmeat. Just holes. He starts pumping faster. Not even looking at you. Staring at the wall ahead as he rapes you. Your cunt stretched and aching as you’re forced to take it. Tensing as he empties his balls in your cunt, a stranger’s sperm splattered against your bruised cervix. He doesn’t even look at you when he pulls out. You’re just a warm hole. And it’s time for the next…

One by one they filter in, claiming your ass, your cunt, your mouth. Leaving their filth splattered across you. Raping you until your holes are unrecognizably swollen. The sheer volume of cum astounding. It drips down your face and tits. It drips from your used holes. You’re filthy in a way you can barely comprehend. It coats every inch of you. The smell makes you gag. It drips into a puddle beneath you. You’re disgusting. It’s long since coated the bruises others have left, marring your body, and the men are reluctant to touch you now, so richly coated, save for your holes, which they still pump themselves into. They find other ways to hurt you: lit cigarettes, glowing metal lighters, a wire whip. Your mind is going, fading into the pain. The chains unnecessary. You couldn’t stand even if you wanted to…

And they begin to compete. The first one to piss in your face is greeted with a round of applause. The money is usually left by the door, but one shoves his dollar bills up your cunt. Someone in the crowd has brought a taser…

It’s hours and you’re more unconscious then not by the end. Limp body swaying with each thrust as your raped fuckholes are destroyed a little more each time. By the time I hose you off, the cold jet of water washing their filth down the drain, the nozzle shoved inside your holes so you scream, you have no strength left. I unchain you, swinging you up over my shoulder like a sack, angry red cunt exposed as your arms and legs hang limp, and toss you into the trunk of my car.

When we get back to the safe house I toss you down onto the filthy mattress and explain: It’s still Friday night. You have the weekend to recover. I want you in the office on Monday as usual, carving your mind up in pieces as you try to pretend everything is normal. Otherwise, you won’t be alone in that bathroom stall next weekend. I’ll make sure you’re have someone you love, right there by your side.

A fantasy involving you:

You are permitted to live in a mansion with a full and expansive library of any books you enjoy. You will have ample time to read as well as solve puzzles. You are allowed to have as many cats as you’d like. And all of it is rent-free. The catch?

You may not wear a single stitch of clothing, other than a collar with a bell on it. You must always be exposed to the Lord of the Manor and to his Lady. You will be trained to assume certain humiliating positions upon command and subject to frequent inspections. “Pet” is what you will be called.

Pets off the furniture! Pets should crawl on the floor. Pets eat and drink out of bowls. Pets do not speak, they may only purr and meow.

Of course you will still have the printed word as a reminder that you are, in fact, a human and an intelligent one at that. But nobody else will see you that way. The owners… the staff… all those guests at dinner parties, as well as caterers? To them you’re little more than a large, hairless cat.

Good kitty.

well damn

that's my new favourite fantasy.