Sigh Finally Time To Stop Masturbating As A Form Of Procrastination And Actually Get Shit Done :(

Shit, if you look like that while you touch your pretty fucking cunt, I'm going to have to jerk off inside your mouth. I'm going to slide my fucking shin between your legs and fuck my cock down your sloppy, goonette throat.

I'll run my fingers through your hair and spit on your face but we both know you don't just need to be skullfucked. You need to be pinned against your bedroom floor and raped into a proper little teen fuckdoll. I wonder what sort of face you'd make while I stretch your pretty pussy with my hard, pervy cock. Mhm? And if I were to slide my cock into your tiny butthole?

I'd play with your fucking cunt while I rail your ass, my balls slapping against you with each hard thrust. Don't be shy princess, you don't need to explain your disgusting, slutty faces of pleasure to me. I already know what a piss-addicted porn star you can be for me.

And since someone complained on my last ask, I'm off anon now 🙄

sjsksj you're so mean 😭 I thought you were gonna be more considerate of my panties after last time but nooo, you just want to ruin all of them.

I'll keep my tongue out and my eyes crossed the whole time for you, be a pretty little doll and let you enjoy the view 🥰 i just need to get drunk on your cock and lose any braincells left in me, so please fuck me stupid?

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....

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!

it's kinda concerning how addicted I've gotten to having my tongue out and my eyes rolled up while I touch now, how am I ever supposed to explain this to anyone 😭

10 Ways To Surrender

I need to find a man to impose these rules on me. We tell you to surrender. Sometimes directly, sometimes in subtle ways. You wonder what it really means. How do you let Men win. How do you truly surrender. After all, you’re so tired of resisting. So tired of fighting.Here’s how.

Surrender your own style. Your style is ‘sexy.’ Not goth, or punk, or chic, or professional. Hot. Show off your body. Wear makeup. You have no style or fashion sense, just parts to expose and reveal.

Surrender your opinion. This can feel optional. It isn’t. If a man says something you think is wrong, agree with it. If a man says something you think is right, agree as well. Agreement doesn’t have to be enthusiastic, just permanent. Nod your head whenever Men speak.

Surrender your will. Do as you’re told. Get coffee, suck cock, make copies, leave the room, kneel, put on a collar, slap yourself in the face. Whatever it is, do it instantly. If you can’t do it instantly, apologize. If you don’t know how to do something, admit you’re not smart enough and get help.

Surrender the word ‘No.’ Forget it. It doesn’t exist for you.

Surrender your pride. Never compete with a man and never feel proud of your accomplishments. You have value only in the pleasure you provide. Accept that you’re not good enough and you’re not pretty enough and you’re not smart.

Surrender your name. Do everyone know you as Jennifer or Rebecca or Mrs. Smith? Call yourself Jenni with an “i” or answer only to ‘bitch’ or ‘slut.’ Don’t give your full name and don’t answer to it. You have a silly stripper’s name, a child’s name. Don’t be taken seriously.

Surrender your ambition. Are you getting a degree? Quit. Are you up for a promotion? Stop trying. Are you looking for work? Look for a husband instead. The highest level you can hope to achieve is being a good girl.

Surrender your limits. Did you have hard limits on posting pics? Anal sex? BDSM? Do you always negotiate a safe word? You have no limits anymore. Surrender them. Let others decide if you need thresholds or boundaries. It’s not up to you.

Surrender your interests. No more reading books, no more reading magazines, no more learning about politics or ideas. Read texts, look at pictures. No more hobbies. Surrender the part of you that wants to learn and express yourself. No one cares what you think or what you can do. Give up.

Surrender your body. Does a man think you should have bigger tits? Pay to be plastic. A smaller waist? Diet and work out. Does he want piercings? Tattoos? Change for Him. He wants your pussy shaved? Shave it. It’s not your body anymore

as someone who loves solving puzzles and riddles, i desperately need to be fucked while I try to solve one, purely for research purposes :)

what a wonderful thing to start my day with

The hold you have on me should really be investigated. I'm not even into half of the things you write about, or well I wasn't, now I can't tell if they're my kinks or another thing of yours I'm obsessed with.

I have always worn very modest clothes but there is not a doubt in my mind that I'd give it all up if you said so, I'd go from never even wearing crop tops to walking around naked for you. You would only have to imply it and I'd alter my entire life if you so wanted; a stranger, but with so much power in your words, power crazy enough for me to forget my morals and principles and just get on my knees. Let you use me as you want and shame me for it.

Would it matter to you all that I'd have to give up to be your amusement? All the respect, dignity and honour that would be lost forever. All the friends and family that would never talk to me again if they found out all the depraved things I'd do for you. The worst part is that it wouldn't matter to me, I'd give it all up in a heartbeat simply for a taste of your cock.

Oh my, hello there. I've been watching you slowly like my posts ever since I dragged you from Reddit. Doesn't it feel so fucking good becoming a brainless little toy for me? For your head to become all mushy while your body reacts to the depraved kinks I write about. You're just finding out what a pretty little slut you can be.

You'd give up your morals if I asked? You'd become a silly cocksleeve if I snapped my fingers? For me? You're giving me quite a bit of power over you, aren't you? Are you sure you're not a depraved, eager fucktoy deep down that just needs to be claimed? Are you sure your cunt wouldn't be throbbing at the thought of stripping away your soul for my cruel delight? It would, wouldn't it? It'd get all wet and sticky while you finger fuck yourself to becoming a stranger's immoral sex toy.

It's okay, sweetheart. Give up your dignity. Your reputation. You don't need any of them. You don't need your friends and family when you can become another fleshlight for my cock. You'll be happiest when you're doing the most depraved things for the twisted pleasure of my cock. I promise.

what a beautiful thing to wake up to

This isn't the first ask I've sent you- you already know how much I love your writing! But would you ever consider writing more public sex scenarios?

Something like a girl getting fucked on a crowded subway train, with other passengers pressed up against her. It starts out subtle, with him trying to see how much he can get away with, but soon he's fucking her so good they both stop caring if anyone sees. Maybe no one does see- maybe one or two people notice and flush and look away- hell, maybe the whole subway car catches on and she's suddenly surrounded by people gasping and staring and taking photos, all while this guy's cock is just destroying her, with her eyes rolling back and drool dripping down her lips.

Maybe at that point he gives up all pretense of secrecy and just slams her against the wall or throws her over a chair, or rips off her clothes right where they're standing, while the other passengers scatter out of the way. She'll have to finish her commute in torn, ruined clothes, with cum all over her and a fucked-out expression that just won't go away. (can you tell I've thought about this more than I'd care to admit? i've had lots of long commutes, lol)

Anyway. No pressure to write something like that, since I know how busy you are. But if inspiration strikes, and you have time…well. I'd really appreciate it <3

Hello, hello, I've not done too much public scenarios but I wrote this based off your very wonderfully written ask. I hope I've not butchered it, and thank you so much for the inspiration! I'll try to work on more pieces :)

C/W: Public sex, rape

Hello there, miss. Hush. Quiet now. You wouldn’t want them to see what I’m doing to you now, would you? You wouldn’t want the other passengers to see me molest your fat ass, would you? That’s a good girl. No, no, there’s no need to cry. Once I get my fill of your gorgeous fucking body, I’ll leave. You know me, don’t you? We’ve taken the same train for months now. Every morning I have to endure your perfect fuckdoll body passing by me without being able to touch it. Not today.

Shh, quiet now. God, was that moan? Don’t tell me you like some stranger slipping his hands up your blouse to fondle your tits? Does your boyfriend not feel up your tits as well as I do? Mhm? Yeah, it is. Yeah, that’s my cock. Do you like it? Do you like my big, hard cock pressed up against you? If I slipped it in you right now, do you think the guy next to you would notice? God, do you think he fantasises about your slutty body as much as I did?

Shit… FUCK-, well I guess there’s no need to be quiet. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel so much better than I imagined. Your cunt’s gripping my dick like you’re a natural whore. God, look at that. Everyone’s looking at you. They’ve even- fuck yes- they’ve even got their phones out. Look! You’re going to be a pornstar now! 

Get off that seat. I’m going to fuck her on it. Let’s get you settled here… Shit, yes. Shit, your pussy’s a premium fucking fleshlight, isn’t it? God, you don’t need this blouse, do you? Let’s just tear it off you. God, look at those fucking tits swinging while I bounce you up and down my cock. What a lewd fucking sight it must be for our audience.

God yes, get on your knees. You look so pretty with those glazed eyes. Let’s finish them off with some thick cum. Shit, this is the best train journey I’ve had with you. Fuck yes, it’s coming. I’m CUMMING. Ugh, let’s paint your face with my cum.

Anyone want a picture? She's real cute like this, isn't she? Does anyone know where she works?

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.