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Ah, to have cuntboys have a photo of their cunt on the front page of their identity documents instead of a photo of their face. Every ID - passport, driving license, nametag at work, university card...
To force them to show their pretty pussies to the cashiers whenever they want to buy alcohol or cigarettes - everyone waiting in the lane would see it too, of course, it's not like they have time to take you to the backstage for privacy. It's not like you deserve privacy anyway.
To force them to present themselves on the airport every time they're flying, to force them to be inspected by the security every time - we have to ensure you're really who you're saying you are, after all, it's about safety. So we have to measure your clit size - see if it's indeed one inch long as it says in your passport. Check if you're not smuggling anything inside your hole.
To force them to have monthly appointments at the city hall so it can be checked if all the information provided are still up to date. Every time you have to shave completely so nothing obscures the view - it's encouraged you get it permanently removed with a laser, though. If you're not shaved, they'd forcibly shave you bald right there, making sure it's up to standards, streaming it on the jumbotron outside of the building. Your clit has to measured while soft and hard so it's always easy to confirm if it's you and if you're turned on during any control - so they'd tease you until they're satisfied with the results. That would be streamed too, of course. Then they would finally take the photos - of you standing, squatting, holding your cunt open.
All the photos from these controls will be uploaded on a public server, along with your name. Anyone who knows your name can just type it in and browse through the collection of monthly photos of your aroused cunt. Additional details such as an address will be available upon request for the general public (if they provide a good reasoning - for example, they are interested in fucking you cunt) - and they are always available for people working in the police, security services, etc.
Edging is one of the most delicious forms of torture and pleasure you can experience.
It’s not just about getting close to cumming and stopping. It’s about training your body and mind to surrender completely to desperate, aching need. It’s about turning yourself into a dripping, trembling, brainless little mess who exists only to chase that edge over and over again.
Here’s how it feels and how to do it properly:
You start slow. Legs spread, fingers gently teasing your clit in slow, lazy circles. You feel that warm spark of pleasure building deep in your belly. It feels good — really good — but you stay in control. You let it grow gradually, never rushing. Your breathing gets deeper. Your pussy starts getting wetter. That’s the first stage.
Then you speed up just a little. The pleasure becomes sharper, more focused. You can feel your clit swelling under your fingers. Your hips start moving on their own, chasing more friction. The ache between your legs grows heavier. That’s when you bring yourself right up to the edge — that magical point where your whole body tightens, your thighs start trembling, and every nerve is screaming for release.
And then… you stop
You pull your hand away completely or slow down to almost nothing. The orgasm you were so close to having fades away, leaving behind a deep, throbbing frustration that radiates through your pussy and into your stomach. That denial? That’s where the real addiction begins. That heavy, empty, aching feeling is pure bliss for an edging slut.
A good edging session isn’t just one denial.
You do it again. And again. And again.
Each time you get close faster. Each time the edge feels sharper. Each time stopping becomes harder. After the fifth or sixth edge, your mind starts to break. Your thoughts get cloudy. Your pussy gets ridiculously wet — creamy, sticky, leaking all over your fingers and thighs. Your nipples become hypersensitive. Your body shakes even when you’re barely touching yourself.
That’s the sweet spot.
That’s when you become a true edging addict — when you’re so desperate that stopping feels like actual pain, but you still do it because the denial feels better than cumming ever could. Some sessions you’ll edge for thirty minutes. Some you’ll edge for hours. The longer you go, the dumber and hornier you become. Your brain literally melts. All you can think about is rubbing, grinding, and how badly you need to cum… even though you know you’re not allowed to.
The best part? When you finally do cum after a long edging session, it hits like a freight train. Your whole body convulses. You squirt. You moan like a broken toy. The orgasm is so much stronger, so much deeper, because you earned it through all that delicious suffering.
So if you want to edge properly?
Start with at least 30–45 minutes
Bring yourself right to the edge at least 7–10 times
Change techniques — fingers, vibrator on low, humping a pillow, riding a dildo without bouncing too fast
Focus on your breathing when you deny yourself
Tell yourself “I’m not allowed to cum” out loud when you get close
Edging turns good girls into desperate, leaky, obedient little sluts
And once you truly fall in love with the edge… it’s almost impossible to go back to quick, normal orgasms.
Now be a good girl and tell me…
How long are you going to edge for tonight?
Be a good girl and go out in public with those soaked panties clinging to your needy little pussy while you listen to audio porn.
I want you walking around the store, the mall, or the street with filthy voices moaning in your ears, telling you exactly how they’d use your tight cunt… while your wetness keeps leaking and making a mess between your thighs.
No one around you knows that you’re secretly dripping, clit throbbing, and fighting the urge to grind against your own legs with every step. But you’ll know.
You’ll feel how pathetic and horny you are — a secret little slut pretending to be normal while audio porn turns your brain into mush in public.
Cumback
The old blog was nuked. I came back to continue training myself and other cunts how to become ideal fuckmeat. I’ll begin once again by offering my shame and inferiority.
I have to get properly prepared for a bitching session. I just slipped a dildo up my cumsleeve. I watched it slide home with a groan of resignation. Now my hole is twitching around the shaft, trying to milk it for cum. I didn’t even choose to do that, it’s just clenching on its own, following its nature.
I still need to assume a bitching position, though. I made my bitch station slowly and deliberately, feeling the way my pussy began to drip in anticipation of the shame. I straddled the stack of hump pillows and then paused. I could still back out and pretend this never happened.
Instead, I groaned loudly and let my body sink down to impale myself by the cunt. My bitch station is forcing my legs spread. So most of my weight is on my impaled hole.
I’m bitched! I’m a cunt displaying my nature and assuming a breeding position for a man’s cum. I’m grunting as I rut my breeding hole, fucking it open in anticipation of getting knocked up on the end of a cock.
I feel so fucking stupid and good! I’m railing my bitch pussy to my own inferiority and it makes my cunt clench down so hard!

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i need someone mean to spread my legs open and rub sliced jalapeño under the hood of my clit before jamming it deep into my cunt
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My dirtiest secret is that I fuck myself at work.
I'm a cleaner at a nightclub and I spend a lot of time waiting for sick. I put on a binder and clean the men's toilets. But secretly, I put a whiteboard pen up my pussy and leave it in while I walk around and look at girls tits sticking out their going out tops being groped by boys, wishing that was me. Then I go sit in my closet, read Tumblr, and hump my chair. Finally, I need to go to the toilet and rub my swollen clit until I explode. Ashamed, I have to clean myself and the pen before putting it back.
A fantasy I have been thinking of recently is going into the men's toilets to clean them and being exposed as the girl I am. My clothes ripped open, tits free from the prison I put them in, boxers pulled down to reveal my dripping pussy. I would let every single guy rape me and dump a load in me as I bend over the sink. Inevitably, a coworker would walk in and see the state I was in - drowning in cum and fully exposed. I would get fired immediately, but I would be happy knowing I made real men happy that day.
Bitch School
You’re the first female in your family to graduate from an academic institution. Of course, it’s not a boy school, so you didn’t learn science or math. You learned what most women know innately, but don’t have the right words to express it. Females lack the intelligence to describe their experience.
Which is why your graduation speech was written for you by a man, the Dean of the school cheekily but accurately known as Bitch University. As top in your class, the graduation speech falls on you.
You see your family in the audience when you approach the podium. Your mother sandwiched between your father in brother. Both men are wearing suits, while your mother is in tights and a waist corset. It doesn’t cover her chest, so her tits are bare, just like yours. Just like every female in the audience.
You take your place behind the podium. It momentarily hides your scandalous graduation outfit—six inch heels, fishnet stockings, and a waist-trimming corset that pushes your naked tits out. It’s good to leave the details for the audience’s imagination. For now.
You clear your throat and begin reading your cards. “Men and bitches,” you proclaim. “Thank you for attending as we celebrate the passing of females into adulthood. This time is especially important in a woman’s life and we are honored to have you join us.”
You glance back at the Dean, standing behind the stage side curtains, and he smiles encouragingly. “My time at university taught me many things,” you continue, your voice loud and clear. “I learned the difference between men and females, and why I as a woman am destined to serve and obey.” Lots of clapping from the audience now. You swallow nervously, knowing what is coming.
“I learned that female bodies are evolutionary supplements to enable reproduction.” You stumble over some of the bigger words, in part because your nerves make your body shake. “Our wombs provide the means to create life, if we are able to earn a man’s desire.” Harder clapping now.
You step out from behind the podium so the audience can finally see the whole of your shame. Your fishnets are thigh high and your corset peaks dramatically near your navel, but you’re otherwise bare. You watch the men in the audience evaluate your naked womanhood and something twinges deep inside you.
You raise your voice to be heard over the clapping. “I, a female, speak on behalf of the class when I tell you that we are ready to enter society as cunts.” With the last word, your hand comes down hard to slap the flesh between your legs.
The audience oohs appreciatively. You see your brother pointing at you with one hand, his other on your mother’s tit, while he smirks and mutters something to your father. Your pussy twitches at your exposure, but you’ve learned that shame and public humiliation are the daily life of a woman.
Your voice trembles just a little as you continue. “As head of my class, I have the honor to be welcomed to womanhood by the Dean himself!” You throw an arm out dramatically just as the man himself strides from the side stage. “Men and cunts, please enjoy my bitching!”
The audience erupts in applause as the Dean waves to them and then strides purposefully toward you. Even while your body stiffens in anxiety, you turn to face him, spreading your legs to ensure your cunt is well exposed. You arch your back so your tits pop out further. This is one of many bitch poses you learned to entice men to use your body.
The Dean stops before you, then lifts one hand up to land on a tit. He grins to the audience. “It’s my pleasure to welcome the graduating class by breaking in our best student,” he announces. His eyes meet your father’s as if to reassure him that you’ll still be good sloppy seconds.
Then his attention is back on you. “Breeding position 4, darling. Face the audience.” You obey, your training now instinctual. You sink to your knees, lean forward on your elbows, and prop your cunt in the air. The audience hushes as if holding a collective breath.
The Dean circles around behind you and you hear the zipper on his pants. “This is what we train our students for,” he explains, then thrusts his cock in your breeding hole. Your eyes instinctively roll back in your head and you hear a few chuckles. A woman’s bitching face looks ridiculous.
The Dean starts fucking you methodically. “As I’m sure some of you will soon attest”—you can imagine him winking at your father—“the slut’s cocksleeve is tight and well-lubricated. Maximized for a man’s enjoyment.” You let your tongue loll out to emphasize his superiority as the fucker and your inferiority as the fucked.
“Now, bitch,” the Dean addresses you. “Tell our guests about your education while I seed your wet cunt.”
The sensation between your legs makes you dumb and hazy—bitch brain, your professors called it. You try your best anyways, while the Dean continues using your cumsleeve.
“I’m a bitch,” you announce loudly, your voice shaking a bit from the hard fucking. “Females are biologically designed to drain cock, like I’m doing now.” You see several people peering intently at the connection between the Dean’s cock and your wet hole.
“My classmates and I learned”—you gasp as the Dean smacks your ass hard—“to keep our cunts soaked and available for men’s use.” Your brother leans forward and stares at you intently, still absently milking your mother’s tit.
“I’m about to drain semen into my vagina,” you state, returning your brother’s gaze. “This is what it means to be a woman.” Your cunt clenches hard in shame at the smirk that passes over your brother’s face.
The clenching apparently worked for the Dean, as he starts fucking you harder. “The bitch is squeezing my cock to this,” he announces to more audience chuckles. “She’s been trained to cum when a man breeds her. Watch this.”
He cums inside you with a loud groan. Sure enough, your trained body kicks into overdrive and then you’re cumming on his cock, on stage, in front of everyone you know. You squeal loudly to make sure every man in the area knows your cunt is spasming on a pulsing cock.
“The bitch came!” the Dean proclaims, his cock still twitching inside you. The audience claps loudly. Your father and brother clap the loudest. You know what will happen to you right after the ceremony is over. Your pussy twitches again. Cum runs down your thighs, not the last time it will today.
Bitch School Part 2
The ride home after the ceremony is mostly quiet. Your father insisted you sit on your mother’s lap in the passenger seat so she can massage your bare tits on the way home. Your brother watches keenly from the back seat. You know he and your father are barely restraining themselves. They don’t want to start your graduation party prematurely. Your mother’s nipples press into your back.
When you get home, you go to your room to freshen up. You shower and then put on the clothes your father picked for you: pink fishnets, matching thigh high platform boots, and a skirt that barely covers your ass. The bra he picked out for you is deliberately too small, so your breasts threaten to spill out the top. Of course there are no panties.
When you finish dressing, you inspect yourself in the mirror. It’s hard to distinguish yourself from the numerous sluts you watched videos of as homework at Bitch University. You know that there’s no real difference—you all have the parts men care about. You watch yourself bounce your tits in front of the mirror. “I’m a cunt,” you whisper, seeing the truth of it reflected in front of you.
The guests have already filtered in by the time you’re finished. The main party is happening in the large backyard, around the pool. As you step out, you hear a number of hoots and whistles. Most men are accompanied by at least one slut, but you know they’re all eager to see the new graduate broken in.
Bitches are serving food and drinks while the men lounge and talk. Your father has instructed you to introduce yourself to the guests before the main entertainment. You know almost everyone here, but this event is to introduce you as a fully trained bitch.
You start making the rounds. Your grizzled older neighbor watches you approach with a smirk, sipping on his cocktail. You stop directly in front of him and thrust your tits out. You murmur some greeting but he doesn’t seem to hear it as he stares at your chest. “Got some udders on ya, girl,” he growls.
You cup your tits to make them bulge out even more. “They’re breeding udders, sir,” you agree. You feel the heat between your legs return as you expose yourself to a man old enough to be your grandfather.
He gives a gravelly laugh. “That they are, cunt,” he sneers, before reaching out to feel under your skirt.
Since you’re still the property of your father until he decides otherwise, other men have to speak to him if they want to fuck you. But groping is allowed and encouraged.
Your neighbor’s fingers slip into your vagina. You watch it happen with a sense of awe that this is your life now. A man has every right to finger a bitch.
“You’re already wet, slut,” the man growls. His fingers pump your hole as if to prove the point.
“I was bred earlier,” you explain, parting your legs to make it easier for the old man to impale you on his hand.
“Yes, I saw,” he replies, holding his fingers deep inside you. “You’ll be a pregnant bitch soon.”
You swallow hard. You know he’s right. Even if the Dean hasn’t successfully knocked you up, it’s only a matter of time now before someone does. “It’s a female’s purpose to carry seed,” you acknowledge.
After he’s done instructing you on various sex positions with a pregnant belly, you move on. A few of the other men also test the slickness of your cunt. Your brother’s best friend has you hump his knee, to the great amusement of everyone watching. You basically grew up with the man. He holds your face to force eye contact while you grind your pussy on his thigh.
“This was always going to happen,” he reminds you. “You knew this day was coming.” You thrust against him silently. You both know it’s true.
Your humiliation is interrupted when your father announces that the main event is going to start. You take your place by his side, kneeling with your knees wide to expose your bare pussy, and sticking your tongue out like a dog. Your mother watches from the side. She was once where you are now.
Your father has a mounting press set up in the center of the crowd. You stare at it, barely hearing your father’s speech about his work raising another cunt. When he gestures you toward the mating press, you crawl behind him on your hand and knees quietly.
It takes just moments for your father and a few male guests to strap you in. You’re in a bent over position, cunt in the air, tits hanging below you. Your arms are spread and your wrists cuffed. You’ve always known this day was coming.
Your father takes more time than the Dean did. He traces his cock around your pussy lips, almost gentle. “Tell our guests how much you want your father’s cock in you, bitch,” he purrs, clenching one ass cheek in his hand.
You can’t even see the crowd, with your head bent over the way it is. You raise your voice to ensure everyone can hear you. “I need my father’s cock to split me open and spill cum into my fuckhole,” you state loudly. This is what you’ve been trained to say, but you’re still surprised at how good it feels. Your cunt starts aching in earnest.
Your father eases the tip of his penis into your hole. “Keeping going, slut,” he orders, slapping your ass. “Make me want to fuck you.”
Hearing these words from your own father floods you with the full shame of the moment, on the brink of being bred on the same cock that made you. Your bitch pussy convulses.
“I’m a cunt!” You’re almost screaming now, your humiliation and need overwhelming you. “As a bitch, I was made to take cock. I need a load of cum in my fucksleeve! Make me your bitch!”
“Fuck!” your father shouts as he drives his cock all the way inside you. “Do you have any idea how fucking stupid you look, cunt? Now I have to drain my cock into you.”
Once a bitch has made a cock hard, she has to drain it. You know this. You clench down as your father begins ramming his cock into your hole rhythmically. “I feel fucking stupid,” you whine, as his hips slap against your ass. “I’m about to get seeded as a bitch again!”
“That’s right, whore,” your father pants as he fucks you. “This is what your life amounts to as a female. Try to enjoy it.” You hear one zipper, then another. The guests are jerking off to your breeding.
A man quite close by to you is panting heavily. You can’t see him but it sounds like he’s stroking. “Hey, can I cum on your cunt?” he asks your father. One of his shoes lands right in front of your face.
“Sure, man,” your father says generously, still rutting you like the bitch you are. The man groans, and a moment later, you feel his warm seed hit your back. He apparently started a trend as his shoe disappears from view and is quickly replaced by another man’s shoe. Another load of cum on your back. Then another.
Your heat is unbearable. Your father’s cock is splitting you open and you’re being basically bathed in cum. This is a bitch’s breeding ceremony. You know what you have to do. “I need your cum, please,” you beg your father, groaning in humiliation. “Please make me a pregnant bitch.”
He makes you wait through three more men jerking off on you, then finally grunts, slaps your ass, and holds his cock deep inside you. “There’s your cum, you stupid bitch,” he pants, his cock throbbing inside you.
Your internal switch flips, trained exactly for this, and you squeal as you cum on your father’s cock. Your body flops in the mounting press as your orgasm tears through you. Your udders bounce.
Your father squeezes your ass once more, then withdraws. The men call for a second round of drinks before round two starts.
My daddy is slowly corrupting me and I absolutely love and crave it. One task he has given me was to go to a grocery store and buy corn and then take it into the bathroom and fuck it. Then leave the ear of corn in the garbage with the condom on it so everyone that enters knows what I did. I absolutely did this and it's so fun being a fakeboy in a men's restroom fucking and stretching your girly parts open with an ear of corn. I'm a public corn fucker. Someone did come in to use the urinal while I was in a stall fucking myself and I didn't slow down at all. I hope they could hear my wet pussy. One of the scariest parts was walking out of the stall with an ear of corn in my hand to place it in the garbage. I don't know what I would have done if someone walked in in that moment. Right now I'm in a bathroom at work fucking my pussy and I'm allowed to cum a whole two times!

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i need to abuse a trans man; fingering his cunt, stroking his tdick, spitting between his legs and using my salive as lube, degrading him as i stretch him and put a second finger inside, making fun of how wet he is and how eagerly he thrusts against my hand. what’ s the matter? you care so little about yourself you are willing to be abused as long as you get filled with something? anything at all? fingers? toys? strangers cocks and straps? if you keep moaning like the cheap whore you are, i’ ll have to post your needy, stretched hole on the internet and enjoy myself watching you become everyone’ s cumdumpster.. mh yeah, i see how badly you want to be filled with cum and fucked over and over again until it reaches your stomach.
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being tied up in a position where your pussy/hole is on full display and you’re just a helpless toy for boys to mount.
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Humiliation and cnc go so well together.
“Please? Please what? Stop? Why would I stop when this is clearly making you so wet…”
“On come on, you’re far too dumb and desperate to be making your own decisions”
“I’ll let you go when you stop leaking so much...”
“I’m just going to milk my cock, I won’t be long!”
“If you really wanted it to stop that bad you’d push me out of your pussy”
Things like that.
Quick punishments for bratty young girls:
💕 tie her up and keep a vibrator pressed against her clit for hours on end without letting her cum
💕 make her cockwarm a dildo but ban her from moving around
💕 lock her in chastity and tell her she’ll only be unlocked if she’s well behaved
💕 make her use a fleshlight to jerk your cock whilst keep her pussy leaky and denied
What are your go to punishments?
Bondage that keeps you tied up with your legs in the air and your pussy on display so that even if you try to struggle, you’ll just be a set of shaking holes. Helpless and free use.

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What are good ways to punish myself for cumming :3
1. Punish your clit: spank her and slap her a set number of times for being too greedy.
2. Display and denial: Put your little clit on display and touch around her but don’t giver her any stimulation. Pull your labia back and just watch her get all swollen as you stay no touch and orgasm free Indefinitely as punishment.
3. Exposure: Show yourself and your girl parts to boys as punishment. Humiliate and emasculate yourself in front of them by trying (and failing) to do things that boys can do, like fucking a fleshlight or peeing standing up.
4. Forced orgasms: if you didn’t do no.2. Tie yourself up, press a vibrator against your clit and turn it on. Leave it for a few hours and do not turn it off no matter how overstimulated you get and how many times you cum.
wanna get a pretty little 'boy' in my lap and make 'him' put on a pretty little dress that shows off 'his' girly cunt that makes 'him' whimper like the stupid girl 'he' pretends not to be when I touch it