A Fantasy Involving You:

Is it bad that I want to buy a pet training clicker and force a girl to associate the sound with feelings of her body being violated by me?

I’d click it the first time I take her. I’d want her to remember the first time my hands grope and fondle her lewd body. I’d want her to remember the fear and helplessness. The anger at being unable to do a thing as I take away her dignity for my cock’s twisted pleasure. I’d grind against her ass, roughly playing with her body while she sobs. Good bitches take a while to train.

Click.

I’d train her to get on all fours whenever I use her. If she’s a good girl for her owner, she’ll be rewarded with my cock buried in her cunt and a vibrator against her clit. If she’s a bratty fucking whore, she’ll have to deal with the pain of my dick pushing into her asshole. It doesn’t really matter, does it? After all, my dick’s going to be drained one way or another. She’d remember nothing but the way my violent shaft dehumanised her thrust by thrust in a dark, miserable room. And fuck, the way she’d fucking squeal like a dumb little whore would make me violate her more brutally. It’d be music to my ears. Music I’d want her to remember.

Click.

She’ll spread her holes for me or face punishment. A diet of cum or an abusive beating. Shit, I’d love to watch her face twist in self-disgust when she offers no protest as I mount her. If she’d ever stop screaming, the room would be filled with the sounds of my balls slapping against her, broken up with the ickiest degradation I can conjure up. The sounds of her worst nightmare.

Click.

I’d need her in a collar and leash eventually. A bitch in heat should never be without her leash. I’d drag her across the floor if I must, but if she dared speak to me like a human, she’d get exactly what she deserved. A foot to the face and a cock in her ass. I’d rape that bitchy attitude out of my bitch, filling her luscious ass with piss, and pumping my babies into her womb. I don’t think anything would fill me with more lust than watching her hate-filled eyes on mine as she crawls across the room with my babies hanging in her womb.

Click, click, click.

Bark for me, bitch.

I know it's scary. The idea that you might never cum again. Living a life in constant need. Always pressing your thighs together, whimpering at the slightest touch. Feeling the cold metal of your chastity belt against your hot denied pussy. Locked up and denied until I decide to edge you over and over again.

But it feels so good doesn't it? Hearing me tell you no when you beg to me for permission to cum. Feeling that pathetic excuse for a brain drip down your thighs and soak into my sheets. Doesn't it make your cunt throb? Feeling your entire body coursing with the unmistakable buzz of arousal at just my words, my voice, my slow meticulous touch. Like a feral little animal in heat.

You want to be denied. You want to lose all control over yourself. You want to give up one of your most basic bodily functions to me. You want to be a good girl. I know you do. Maybe if you finally accept that your last orgasm you had was truly the last you'll ever have, I'll consider letting you cum again.

And if you believed for a second I would ever actually let you cum again? Then either the denial is doing its job. Or that pretty little head of yours dumber than I thought.

Things I want rn:

I wanna be a slave. Obviously for sex but also just a general slave for someone. Make me do everything for you and give me little to nothing in return.

I wanna be pissed on. On my face. On my clothes. With my face in the toilet.

I want to be in a mentally, physically, and sexually abusive relationship. Take all of your anger out on me. Hit me.

I want to be dragged around by my hair.

I want to be bullied and humiliated in public.

I want you to invite your friends over and let then treat me like trash and have me be freeuse for all of you.

I want to be forced to piss myself.

I want to be compared to other women.

I want all of my insecurities laughed at. Not just the physical ones.

I want to be groped and raped by strangers.

I want to be raped while they make me relive my trauma.

I want you to invite hotter women out with our friends and you spend all of your time flirting with her.

I want to be spit on.

I want to be slapped. Hard.

I want to be plugged.

I want to be sold.

I want to be completely controlled by someone.

I want to be completely terrified of you and also in love with you.

High Concept: Girl Script

alright, someone has to say it: there is a practical problem in making your fuckdoll completely unable to read or write.

don't get me wrong! the idea is VERY hot. i love the idea of stripping away language from a slut because language is just so human, and stripping away someone's ability to speak, read, or write, partially or fully, is in essence turning that person into an animal.

but this is the real world. and as much as i actually want to do that, it'll make doctor's visits, using the internet (for porn, of course), and, frankly, living in the modern world very difficult to navigate. and yet, it remains extremely important to control her information diet. you can't have your toy just being able to read or write anything. that would be chaos!

my solution: girl script. girl script is a hypothetical english writing system to be used only by bimbos. only pro-bimbo content is allowed to be written in it. any content which doesn't reinforce their submission or sexual objectification is kept in the regular latin alphabet -- which girls should ideally not be taught in the first place, but, if necessary, girls can be forced to unlearn it.

girl script should ideally be clunky and unwieldy. it should be difficult to write in in order to discourage intellectual activity. i propose a system of ideograms, somewhere in between emojis and sitelen pona, so that writing anything takes a lot of physical effort and pushes the limits her already tiny memory. additionally, using an ideogramic system means that every symbol has to be individually taught. therefore, your slut can't write down words she isn't allowed to know, and she can't easily create new words in order to try and get around this limitation. for example, you could entirely remove her ability to write non-degrading words; she doesn't know how to write the word for "vagina" or "boobs," but she does know how to write "cunt" and "tits."

it would still represent english words, so it should be very easy for a man to learn it and translate. however, for convenience, programs could be written which automatically translate from girl script to the latin alphabet and vice-versa. it could also be used as a sort of international bimbo auxiliary language, like how simplified chinese is used for multiple languages across china. though differing grammar may make this difficult, if the system is simple enough, that may not be a serious obstacle for comprehension.

i'm open to iterations on this blueprint or any other ideas on how to make a closed information ecosystem for bimbo girls. it's important to me that our dollies never come into contact with any thoughts we don't want them to have, so that they can't even think of anything other than pure obedience.

“hehe… drooly…” Mouth open, the young lady stares at the cartoons on the screen. A strand of spit hangs from her tongue, drizzling onto her thin, loose shirt.

Sitting on the couch, her older dom puts his arm around her shoulders. The man tugs at her shirt, pulling out her small tits and letting them hang out of the neckline. Groping one, then the other, he pinches and tugs at her nipples. A smear of her spit rubs across her breast as he fondles her.

The girl is mesmerized by the TV. Edited clips of cartoon characters mix with hentai and flashing messages. Reaching up her tiny skirt, her dom pulls her panties down. She looks down at her exposed pussy. Slick and bare; the doll’s wet cunt has soaked through her underwear and dampened her soft thighs.

“mmmm… drooly…” Her voice sounds far away as she stares at her drippy hole. Saliva runs from her open mouth, kissing her legs. The scene on the TV changes again, snatching back her attention. The girl’s glassy eyes are entranced by the animated character’s rough sex.

She barely notices as the man pushes her over. The girl watches the bright, graphic images. The dom pulls open her ass and thighs, admiring her slippery pussy. Pressing his cock against the docile hole, he unceremoniously thrusts into her.

“uhhh… big…?” She mumbles as wet patches form on the cushions underneath her mouth and cunt. “Quiet, dummy.” The man orders softly. “Pussy doesn’t talk, silly.” A goofy grin from the submissive girl. “ookie… hehe….”

The older man fucks deep into the girl. Pushing her skirt up to her stomach, he grabs her hips to pound into her. The faster he thrusts into her, the wetter she gets. He slides his fingers into the girl’s mouth to fill up both her drooling holes. Sticky slapping sounds form a chorus with her muffled whimpers.

He uses her like a fleshlight. She’s a sex toy for his pleasure. The fuckdoll’s pussy slides around the shaft of his cock, taking all of him with each push. He starts to praise her as he cums. “Good fucktoy. You’re a good cum dumpster. Good pussy.” The girl nods. Her glazed expression flickers only slightly as he breeds her doll cunt.

Wiping his cock on her face, the dom zips up his pants and leaves without saying a word. Pausing in the doorway to look back at the girl, she sits upright again.

Still enraptured by the pornography, shiny wetness marks her lips and pussy. Her tits are exposed through her opened shirt. Wet panties hang off her thighs, and her disheveled skirt does nothing to hide her used hole. The girl’s mouth still hangs open.

Unaware of her dom watching her, she looks down at the cum leaking from her pussy.

“hehe… drooly…”

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?

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.

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.

feeling desperate and needy again, who wants to stick a vibrator in me and sit back and watch as i get drool, tears and cum all over myself?

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.