Nvm I Wasn't Made For This,, Im Far Better At Rubbing Myself Stupid :)

“My favourite student.” The teacher remarks with a touch of sarcasm. “…You asked me to stay after class?” Nervously fidgeting on the other side of the desk, the student stands at attention in the empty classroom. “This isn’t the first time you’ve fallen asleep in my class. You always seem so interested in the subject, but lately I can tell your mind is wandering.”

The girl nods sheepishly. He continues; “I just wanted to check in with you, see if there’s anything I can do to help.” She bites her lower lip. A long pause, punctuated by a shake of the head. What’s she thinking of… The teacher tries to read the mind of his student. He sits her down at his desk to finish the work she missed during her nap.

They work in silence together. Occasionally, he looks over at her. Mindful of his student’s wellbeing, he tries to think of other ways to help.

It’s so warm in here. The fans aren’t enough. Maybe if I was a little more lax on the dress code... He stares at her chest. Let her unbutton her shirt some more, or even take it off. A shorter skirt. She doesn't need panties. What if she didn’t wear a bra, either? I could call her up to the front of the class, let the breeze waft through her legs. I could see her pussy through her thigh gap. He catches himself, pushing his inappropriate thoughts out of his mind.

Maybe she’s just undisciplined. Perhaps I’ve been too soft on her. An old-school punishment might help… She gets up for a drink of water. The teacher watches her bum sway back and forth as she walks. A firm spanking. Turn her ass pink. Bend her over my desk and tell her how naughty she is for misbehaving. Have her pull her skirt up. Show everyone what happens to bad girls. Slap her asscheeks raw. Pull her panties down and force my fingers into her little cunt. Snapping back from his fantasy, he rubs his eyes as she sits down at his desk again.

Does she respect me? Authority is important. Can’t have some brat getting out of line. His eyes roam over her small, light body. I should put her in her place. Push my cock deep in her throat, face-fuck her. That would show her who’s in charge. Grab her pigtails and pull her onto my dick. Use her little pussy as my cum dump. If I fuck her whenever I want, however I want, that should keep her in line. She won’t be so proud once I break her pussy on my cock.

“Sir? I finished my work…” His eyes shoot up from her body to her face. She smiles meekly as she pushes the schoolwork across the desk. “I really hope I did good… I do like your class a lot, and I’m sorry for causing trouble.” The girl apologizes bashfully. “I really appreciate the extra attention…”

“Yes, ahem, uh… anything I can do to help my students…” The teacher desperately tries to collect his thoughts. “Anything?” She chirps. “Can I have some tutoring? My family is out of town for a bit, so I have lots of time… and I think something more in depth would help.”

waiting for this to happen to me 😔

I respect men who show me they don’t give a fuck about my boundaries or my dignity in small everyday things. Slap my ass, everytime I walk by. Laugh when I tell you to stop. When you see me eating a meal, come and look me in the eye while, you jerk off into my food. Drop things for me to pick up. Pull my boobs out, when I’m trying to talk about something important. Casually spit in my face. Piss on me while I’m asleep. Show me that disrespecting me, is no big deal to you and I will admire you deeply.

“I’m not a whore!” She protests to her group of friends. The crowd looks at her, dumbfounded by her adverse reaction.

One of them breaks the silence. “Look, I’m not trying to offend you, but you’ve literally had sex with everybody here.” The girl pouts. Another man chimes in: “I haven’t had sex with her.”

“She told us last week that she sucked your dick in a nightclub bathroom.” He replies. “Well, yeah, fair enough.” The man admits. “Oral sex definitely counts.” One of the women jumps into the conversation. “Obviously, or it wouldn’t count for us girlies.” Another woman adds on with a shrug: “I just fucked her with my strap.” The group laughs. “Oooh, can I borrow that next time?”

The girl blushes. “That doesn’t make me a whore…” She mumbles, feeling called out. The woman carries on. “There’s nothing wrong with it, but if you take your panties off the second someone asks you for a threesome, you might be a slut.” The first man snaps his fingers. “That reminds me, remember when we asked to gangbang you? I’ve never seen anyone strip so quickly.”

“Damn, you guys got to gangbang her? Where was I?” The friend she sucked off in a toilet stall feigns insult. “You were out of town. Next time for sure.” The other man assures him. Shifting awkwardly in her seat, the girl is painfully aware of how wet she is from the conversation. “I just like free-use…” She whimpers pathetically.

“Oh, honey, we know.” The woman sitting next to her explains sarcastically. “When you ‘accidentally’ upload a video of you having sex to the group chat and ‘don’t know how to delete it’, people figure those things out.” The crowd bursts into laughter again. The girl wonders if she could get away with rubbing her pussy right now.

“I forgot about that! God, there’s so many stories. How about that Halloween when she dressed up like a ‘rope bunny’? All those fancy shibari ties, the bunny ears, nothing else?” The man mimics ears behind the girl’s head. “Don’t forget the time we all went camping and she ‘forgot’ to pack clothes.” As the group recounts their favorite stories about the girl, she rubs her thighs together, desperate to not prove their point.

“Any other good stories?” The man addresses the group. “Oh, not really a story, but…” Says one of the women. “…While she’s pretending she’s not a whore, what’s the deal with you pretending to be straight? You’ve fucked more women than I have.” The girl bursts out another protest. “I like guys! I just don’t want to not have sex with women, too!” Rolling her eyes, the woman explains to her with a condescending tone. “That’s called bisexual, honey…”

“My favourite story is the time I asked her to be my dog for a week…” The girl hops up from her seat. If she hears any more, she won’t be able to keep herself from touching her pussy. “Nooo! Don’t say it!” She begs him to not tell everyone. “…she really committed to it. Collared all the time, on her hands and knees, walkies, eating from a bowl, training her to do tricks. She never broke character. I’ve never seen someone as happy as when I put her in a kennel.” The girl’s legs tremble as she leans against the table for support.

“That’s a great idea. Usually, I just do blindfold and handcuffs, then edge the fuck out of her.” A woman regales the group with her story. “One time, I was sitting on her face after edging her for hours. While she was licking my pussy, I told her that I was never going to let her cum again. No joke, she came right then and there. I swear I wasn’t touching her pussy, tits, nothing, just grinding myself on her face. She came just from eating me out.” The woman points at the girl. “Because you’re bisexual. Or pan or something, I don’t care.”

“Call me vanilla, but I mostly just use her for porn. I swear I have a terabyte of videos of her by now. I still send her a clip every morning just to tease her. Haven’t had to repeat a clip even once, that’s how much I have. Hey, what clip did I send you this morning?” He asks the girl. “Umm, I think I’m, like, giving some guy head…?” She mumbles. “Right, the gloryhole. Those ones kinda end up the same.”

“While we’re on the topic: Sometimes she’s covered in bruises…? Who’s doing that?” A man and a woman raise their hands at the same time, then laugh. “Oh, you too?” The woman smiles. “It’s not my fault, you know how bratty she gets. The belt is the only thing that keeps her in line.” The man ponders her response. “A belt, eh? I usually just use my hands. The personal touch, you know?”

“Personally, I like to put a remote vibrator in her and have her go around doing stuff while I play with it. I bet she gets wet every time she goes into a grocery store now.” One woman calmly explains. The man across the table gets excited. “I do something similar, I cum on her face before we go out. We should collaborate.”

“I guess I’m not too kinky, I just have anal sex with her.” The man jokingly addresses the nightclub friend. “Don’t worry man, I haven’t had sex with her pussy, either.” The girl volunteers some more information. “You don’t just have anal with me, you always start right when I come over and… make me leave right after…” She clamps her mouth shut. “Oh, yeah. I guess that is a kink. Objectification or something.”

“I love being really really mean to her.” Another friend puts her face close to the girl. “And she loves it too. Isn’t that right, you dumb slut? Pathetic little girl. Listen to all these people who use you as a fucktoy, just admit that you’re a whore. Everybody knows that’s all you’re good for. Worthless slut, filthy little cum dump.” The woman hisses into her ear. The girl blushes bright pink. “…n- no…” She nods her head as she denies it.

“What about you? Just the nightclub thing?” A woman asks the only person at the table who hasn’t used her pussy. He hangs his head in his hands dramatically. “I think… I need a job with less travel…” Everyone laughs at his theatrics. The man stands and moves next to the whimpering girl. Her eyes widen as he takes out his cock and starts to stroke it. “I guess I should make up for lost time.”

The girl instinctively throws her body on the table and hikes up her dress. Her panties are a soggy mess; a huge wet patch from her pussy starting to reach up to her ass. Pulling them down halfway, the needy girl pushes herself towards his hard cock. He touches his head against her hole, then points himself upwards, grinding the length of his shaft against her body. “Nuh-uh.” He teases “Admit it, first.”

The girls head is spinning. Insanely horny, she tries to get his cock inside her. She whimpers as his dick is pulled away. “Say it. Come on.” She looks around at her friends. “ookie… fine… I’m a whore…” The crowd cheers as the man slides his cock into her pussy. The girl pushes back, burying him inside her on the first thrust. She cums immediately, while her friends laugh at her.

Her drool drips onto the table, her cum drips onto her panties. “I’m a whore. I’m a whore. I’m a whore.” Someone pulls her dress off. Another person points their phone at her. Another shoves their fingers in her mouth. Another grabs onto her breast. One leaves to go find her dog collar. The man fucking her pushes his thumb into her ass for a firm grip. The girl starts to cum again. Her voice is almost inaudible in the commotion.

“I’m a whore. I’m a whore. I’m a whore.”

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.

I want to be corrupted into a total sex obsessed freak sooooo bad. I want to be forced to get horny from literally everything. Stick household objects in me. Make me hump shoes and bags and clothes. Make me finger myself anytime I talk on the phone. Make me rub my pussy juices on all of my things. Make me watch porn at work. Make me always keep an earbud in so I can listen to girls getting fucked streamed 24/7. Keep a dildo in me anytime I use my computer. Only let me cum if I'm looking at our friends' social media. Make me sexualize every nonsexual thing in my life. I want to be completely perverted.

God, I'd love to rape away that pretty, cute facade of yours. We can talk about cats and books all you want but you know I won't give a shit about that really.

No, what I want is your body.

I'm going to rape every fucking thought out of your head until you're nothing but a nasty, drooling little set of fuckholes. I'm going to call you kitten and collar you but your only thought will be of my cock stretching open your tiny asshole.

I'll use your fucking mouth to clean off my heavy balls, jerking my cock off while I spit heavy fucking drops of saliva onto your pretty, fuckdoll face. God, just thinking about what an obscene sight that'd be makes my cock throb. You'd just be a fucking toy for me at that point, you know? A set of holes designed for my pleasure.

And when I'm done spraying your pathetic face with my thick, creamy cum, I'll fucking slap you across the face, sending you to the floor. I'm going to fish your tongue out of your mouth and press it against the tip of my cock. Just so you can taste every fucking drop when I use your mouth like a urinal.

Would I even need to touch your cunt to make you cum?

- I'm sure you can guess who I am ;)

first of all, u need to take responsibility for the mess you've made in my panties now.

secondly, IM SENDING U MY ADDRESS YOU BETTER BE THERE IN THE MORNING... please be there 🥺 and darling, you never need to touch my cunt to make me cum, your words are more than enough.

mhm, so happy to have my own special writing from you, but you really shouldn't be anonymous; afterall I wasn't hiding myself in your asks, was i?

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?

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.

Human Rights

Slowly depriving a girl of her Universal Human Rights. Once every other week, we settle in for a full day of hard brainwashing, edging, spanking, and humiliation. Break down her ego thoroughly, make her needy and subby and completely dependent... then, when she's tied up at my feet, aching for cock and willing to agree to anything - that's when I present a choice.

I have a little selection of cards, each of which has one of the articles on it. I ask her to rank them from most to least important; whichever comes last, I tear it up (and probably feed it to her, let's be honest). From that day on, she no longer has that right.

There are 30 articles in that declaration. Removing one every other week gives her a little over a year before she's completely enslaved - no longer a person. Changing her life in accordance with the rights that she's lost, so she can really feel control slipping away from her. A lot of them may seem abstract or unimportant... but I'm sure I can find ways of hammering home their impact.

Naturally, the brainwashing, edging, spanking, and humiliation need to be kept up - more for her own good at this point. She needs to be treated like property; my property. Caged, naked, voiceless, helpless, utterly subject to my merest whim (which will be calculated to twist the emotional knife as much as possible). "Go to the shop and buy me some... oh wait, you can't! Because you're not allowed to use money any more, silly me."

And, of course, I'll constantly remind her that I have freedoms she doesn't. I'll enjoy them, thoroughly, rubbing them in her face the entire time. Won't that be nice for me? I'll find myself really appreciating my life, all the things I have the right to do. Aren't you happy for me?

-Thoughts after a lovely series of conversations with @rose-idiot

I miss playing with someone's Bluetooth toy.

It was so fun sitting in call with them, listening to them talk about their day and just deciding to turn it all the way up and hearing them get cut off as they hold back a moan.

That was so addicting to listen to.

"How was your day, darling?"

"It was good. I ha-"

"Is there something wrong? You okay?"

"F-Fuck you..."

"That's not nice~"

Playing games with them and torturing them mid game.

Punishing them for whatever reason I could find, no matter how small.

Just these intimate moments made me want to bully them more.