It's Kinda Concerning How Addicted I've Gotten To Having My Tongue Out And My Eyes Rolled Up While I

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....

thinking about you slipping me something when all of your friends are over. watching my eyes glaze over as i get giggly and clingy and my pussy starts getting wet just from being high. thinking about how easily you could pull me into your lap and start stroking me, keeping my legs spread over yours so your friends can see your fingers buried in my cunt. thinking about how i’d moan and whine, needing more but so out of it i can’t even talk, and how i’d help you take my clothes off because it’s still not enough. thinking about how you could hold me open for all of your friends to use, how they’d have their hands and mouths on me, so many hard cocks filling up all my holes throughout the night. thinking about how i’d pass out, and you’d tell them all to “keep going, she won’t know” as they keep using my pliant body. thinking about waking up in the morning, my holes aching but not entirely sure why.

Hiii hope you’re having a good day/night!

What are some of your favourite genres to read?

hi, hope you're having a good day too! im a big murder mystery reader, i also like to read romance and horror sometimes :)

I've had this incredibly hot but oh so vile and depraved fantasy for so long. A fantasy in which I have a boyfriend and for one whole entire week a month, he gets to treat me however he wants and please. He can treat me like a child, like a doll, like I'm his maid, whatever he wants me to be, I have to become and act like that for a whole a week. But all I can really think of is him making me a sex slave, lesser then him, literal property. He gives me insane rules for a week that I must follow, such as, I'm not allowed to wear clothes, unless he says otherwise, I'm not allowed to speak, or walk like a human, just crawl and Bark. I eat, sleep, and act like a dog or bitch in heat for a whole week. What really gets my pussy wet tho, is the humiliation aspect of this whole thing. Just imagining him using me as a urinal for the whole entire week, pissing on my face, in my mouth and making me swallow or gurgle it before letting it spill all on my body, pissing on my tits and stomach or my pussy. Better yet, pissing in my pussy, just using my pussy as his personal urinal and cumdump, but this piss kink humiliation goes both ways. Since I'm not human to him for this entire week, he tells me I'm only allowed to piss wherever I am. In the kitchen cooking and need to piss? I just piss right then and there. On the couch watching TV? I get on top the table and piss right there, but that's only if I'm given permission, cause before I can even think of relieving myself I gotta ask first. And after I piss myself like a dumb whore for him, he makes me lick it up while I finger my own pussy, all the while he's laughing at me degrading me on how licking up my own piss gets me wet and horny. If we're out in public, he'll make me go panty and braless, always with a vibrator in my cunt on low settings, if I have to piss but there's no family bathroom around, he makes me hold it, if there is, he'll allow me to go, but only if I do it squatting over the toilet legs spread, tounge out and panting like a dumb puppy whore. But the humiliation doesn't stop there, he wants to ensure I feel stupid, pathetic and worthless. So for that whole entire week, I have to eat lunch and dinner with his cum all over my food and all in my drink, for breakfast, I have to make myself squirt on my food before I can eat and if I can't do it, then I don't get to eat breakfast. If he wanted to, he could leave our apartment unlocked for the entire week and pimp me out to whomever wants me, advertising me as a slut who likes to get gangbanged, making money off of every guy who comes and uses me. There's so much that could happen within this one week, and unless it's dangerous, harmful, or life threatening, I can't (and probably won't) protest against. After that week is over, he goes back to being a loving, caring, sweet, attentive and understanding boyfriend who makes me feel human and equal to him. God this fantasy makes me so fucking wet, I really wish I had a boyfriend to enact this with. I I'd probably be so fucking happy, and looking forward to this week, wondering what he had in-store for me

Books. And cats. The perfect combo

thank you! anyone who sees this is more than welcome to hmu about either of those things, i can talk for hours about them :)

figured an intro was needed by now

hi! im Maria, im 20, bi and a sub. this is an nfsw blog and i mostly reblog but will write sometimes as well.

kinks:

rape, humiliation, degradation, piss play, puppy play, objectification, hypnosis and praise, I'm open to most things, just ask.

limits:

knife play, blood play, scarring and scat.

MINORS DO NOT INTERECT, seriously I will block you.

dms and asks are open, I'll try to respond but pls don't be offended if I don't.

dms are now closed, asks are still welcome.

don't ask for pics, I won't send. conversations about cats and books are always appreciated tho!

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.

nvm i wasn't made for this,, im far better at rubbing myself stupid :)

sigh finally time to stop masturbating as a form of procrastination and actually get shit done :(

"That's not fair, I think you..."

She can't even finish or even gasp as my hand claps over her mouth, and I say:

"Let me stop you right there, Princess." My words thick with condescension and disdain.

"First off, you don't fucking think. Because you don't have a fully functional brain. Case in point, you drink my cum and piss from a dog bowl on the floor and say thank you.

Secondly, fair? No one told you I was fair. Now shut the fuck up and go get yourself a drink from the bowl."

It's OK, it's completely understandable that you want these things. You're a woman after all. That feeling between your legs when you think about cock, those urges you get to submit, to be dominated to be bred? They're part of you. It's natural to want those things.

You can play pretend all you want, don't worry I understand! Fantasies can be fun sometimes. But every day you deny it, you're fighting a battle against your own nature. Isn't that exhausting? Day after day pushing away those thoughts, feeling that guilt and anxiety when you indulge those desires.

Why fight your destiny? All it will take is one crack in your armor, one mistake, one night of surrender. And then all that burden can be gone. You can relax again, be whole. Be what you were born to be.