eris (20 y/o)

You realize there are other men on the car, but instead of stopping the assault, they look ready to join in. Sure enough, when you start to struggle, they drag you to the ground and help hold you down.

Soon enough, all your holes are being used simultaneously. Your clothes have been shredded into nothing but useless strips of fabric, and you missed your stop fifteen minutes ago.

The original men who started using you get off when it's their stop, but more men step in to fill their places. For hours, you're passed around, your body so sore you can't stop crying.

wanna be groped and violated like this by some random pervert on the train or bus, feeling his filthy rough hands squeezing and mauling at my soft tits, pinching and teasing my hard nipples...

pretending to be a good girl and slightly push him away but I want it... i want him to fucking touch me sooo bad...

this man whose face i still cant see, his pervy hands cupping my fat tits, gently restraining me to tug and flick my rosy nipples...

It's okay if you're not in the mood to play. It's okay if you don't want to be touched, or if you feel too tired to lead.

It's okay if you need a break, or if you experience dom drop and don't feel like yourself.

Your needs matter, too. You don't have to perform an endless role of being in control. You're allowed to be human, to step back, to say "Not today."

And it’s okay to lean on your partner and let them take care of you, in whatever way you need that.

Your worth as a Dom isn't measured by how much you can give without rest. It's measured by how honestly you show up, for yourself and for them.

Roughly pulling their clothes away, ripping them if I feel like they're too concealing or restrictive

Making them spread themselves for me so my hand stays free to grope, prod, poke, penetrate at will

Slapping them hard enough to leave a perfect handprint if there's any attempt at resisting or evasion

Spanking their ass and cunt a few times to remind them they're nothing more than a piece of meat

Letting them up without expressing approval or disappointment in my inspection, just holding their chin to force eye contact while I study their reaction

Letting them go with a few quick slaps across the face and tits, then turning my back and ignoring their existence again

Bring a girl to the very edge—with your fingers, your tongue, a toy, whatever—and then tell her she’s not allowed to cum until you give the command. Make her believe you’re training her to cum on cue. Tell her if the need becomes unbearable, she must beg for permission. And if you say no? She holds back. 

Otherwise, the punishment will be truly nasty. Maybe you place a tube of capsaicin gel on the nightstand and promise to coat her clit with it if she disobeys. Or to use the tightest clamps on her. Or… Well, the method is your preference—the point is her motivation must be real. 

Then, you fuck her in the way that unravels her completely. 

Keep her teetering. Stroke her occasionally, but never enough—just to draw it out. 

Use everything that turns her on. Does she melt at the sound of your voice? Moan. Give her filthy, mocking praises. Does she crave touch? Give her touch, kisses, bites. Caress her. Slap her. You get the idea.

Grind into her. Pin her down in the mating press and pound directly into her G-spot. 

Feel her squirm underneath you. Listen to her whimper. Watch her obvious try to distract herself—reciting poetry? counting ceiling tiles?—while her cunt drips and clenches around you, betraying her completely. The best part is when the begging starts, and you get to deny her, over and over.  

“No, baby.”  “Not yet.”  “You can’t.”  “Not even when I touch you like this.”  “Losing control? You know what happens then… you won’t enjoy it, love…” 

In the end, it always breaks one of two ways. 

Some girls simply shatter. You’re just fucking her, and you hear it—“Please, please, oh god, I can’t— I’m gonna—”—and then she’s coming, orgasm tearing through her without permission. 

Others need a final push. You rub her clit raw or press a vibrator against her, whispering that she just has to endure it, juuust a little longer—until she finally breaks. What a shame. You were just about to give the command. 

a friend invites me over for a little party, and suddenly i'm surrounded by a bunch of guys i don't know. it's okay though, a couple of drinks and i'll be much more social.

at some point somebody hands me a joint and i don't even notice i'm the only one drinking and smoking. my head is all nice and fuzzy, and i barely even register that my friend has put a collar and a leash on me. i ask him what he's doing, slurring my words, barely able to speak, and he just shushes me, pulling the leash so my face is in his crotch. before i know it i'm chocking on his cock, and he's telling all his friends how good i am.

they take my clothes off, bending me over, manhandling me, pulling on my leash. i'm passed around like the toy i am, my pussy and mouth being filled by cum, and i can't even protest because i'm just so high.