make me kneel on the floor while they lay in bed

kick me repeatedly in the stomach/ribs

punch me anytime they die in-game

make me wait til theyre done eating before i can start

ignore safewords and boundaries

make me wear a chastity belt while theyre at work

chain me to the bed at night

make me take responsibility for their mistakes

make me anal only

ruin my food by either pissing or cumming on it

give me a black eye

control what i eat and wear

have me make a tack bra and wear it often

only let me use the bathroom outside, no matter what weather

force objects into my cunt

keep me gagged when theyre home

take my contacts and glasses away

force me to green out multiple times

wash my mouth out with soap for saying "no" to anything

pull me around by my hair

dutch oven me

make me wash their truck naked

force me to keep my tits out when they drive no matter what

not let me eat ANYTHING for 4 days, then taking me to a resturant where i dont like anything. if i dont eat, they kick me repeatedly for being ungrateful, then starve me for 4 more days

punch me in the stomach while they sit on my face

tie a plastic bag over my head

keep me locked in a crate while they game

make me kneel on the floor witha tray to hold their stuff

stuff my mouth with their dirty work socks

cut me if i misbehave really badly

spit in my face and not let me wipe it off

shove their fingers in my mouth any time i yawn

bite my nipples v hard

put hot sauce on my clit and inside my nose

make me ask for permission to use the bathroom

shove monster cans in my cunt or ass

force me to take too much lsd and rape and beat me repeatedly

show their friends my tits

make me bark on command in front of people

use me as toilet paper

tie me to the bedframe and force me to stand there as decoraton

stand on me with ther full weight

tie a 20ft rope to their ballhitch and my tits and force me to walk behind the truck

burry me up to my neck after making me dig the hole

superglue the lock on my collar shut

tie me so i cant move and put icey hot on my clit

insult me any chance they get

slap me if i ever ask them to stop doing something

make me get my cunt waxed

Someone on their hands and knees, begging you to let them sniff your ass and whatever happens to slip out of it? Inhaling the musty smell of your (preferably unwashed) butt, tonging your hole like their life depends on it, and thanking you profusely when you fart down their throat? Sniffing up everything gleefully because they just need it so badly, they’re so desperate, can’t you see? Please, just keep letting them rim you and help empty all the gas from your stomach. It’s mutually beneficial! They get to rim you and inhale your addicting scent as their mind practically melts from all the deep blasts they’re getting point-blank to the face, and you get to relax as they work on ridding you of all that gas, eating you out like a starved man!

"Sir, what do we do if our wife starts nagging? What should we do?"

"When your wife is nagging you, she is trying to get your attention. So give it to her." Standing up, your husband grips your hair and forces you to your knees. His cock out and forced into your mouth.

"She wants negitive attention. So don't be gentle." Your husband fucking your face brutally. The men loving watching your makeup get ruined as your man makes you gag on his cock over and over.

"That is one option. But what if you just came recently?" Yanking your hair and making you stand before slapping you across the face with enough force to turn your head around.

"I am talking with these men and you come into nag?" A second and third slap ring out. "I decide what is important. Not you." Spitting into your stunned mouth. "Now apologize."

You didn't even nag him. But your silly little girl brain apologized over and over as it leaked into your panties. Your husband sat down and pulled you over his knee.

"And lastly, for any negative behavior, there is always spanking. Now I can see some of you are nervous about giving your wife the discipline she needs. So let me show you something." Your skirt yanked up before he slowly lowers your panties. Making sure the men can see the string of your wetness as he pulls your panties down. "See how wet she is?"

He had explained to her that she was porn. Every part of her was porn. Tits and holes and hands and legs and everything, top to bottom. A pretty, vacant fuckdoll for him to get hard looking at and use. She'd accepted this.

But him saying even her voice was porn? Her whimpers? The moans? That had been harder.

It was just a little embarrassing for her. Even now, after all she'd done for him (and still did), she always tried to be quiet. It was a habit. A bad one.

So like her other bad habits he was going to fix it for her.

The setup for this was quite elaborate. She'd felt a thrill of excitement on seeing all he'd laid out for her, a thrill which quickly become one of slightly anxiety when he explained what it was he was going to be fixing, and how.

She was sat on a chair, legs apart and ankles tied to the legs. Wrists were tied behind her, secured to the back. Blindfold was on. The ballgag was new and she wasn't quite used to having it in. She was already drooling, and already getting wet.

The oddest bit was the headset. A totally normal one, the kind you might use for a work meeting - indeed, it was the one she used for her meetings. Earphones, microphone. He put it on her. Once he was happy it wasn't going anywhere (he'd made sure) he explained that, if it worked, what would happen was she would be hearing herself. He asked if she understood and she did her best to reply. A gagged, a dumb, muffled voice filled her ears.

It worked.

So then he just started teasing her.

A nibble on the neck. Finger trailed across the collarbone. Kiss across the chest. Light stuff. It still got a response. She heard herself and knew she must have gone even redder than he normally made her. She hadn’t meant to make the noises but they'd slipped out, and he must have turned the gain or volume up or something because even gagged and subtle she'd heard them loud.

So humiliating. She squirmed in the seat but he knew his way around a knot and she wasn't going anywhere.

Sometimes he'd just step back. Give her some seconds to pant in the darkness, heart racing with expectation before he started again, usually going lower. She told herself she'd keep the sounds in - for dignity, to prove a point, she couldn't think - but she couldn't. He'd trace a nail around a nipple, or graze his teeth over one, or just grope her.

At one point he must have got his cock out because he pressed her tits around it. That got a full-on groan, her head lolling back as she pushed her chest towards him. Automatic response.

It was getting harder to be embarrassed, and easier to get wet. A part of her still knew it was her she was hearing, but that part was shrinking. Mostly she could just hear a girl. A breathy, moaning, whining, needy girl. The kind she knew from all the porn she'd seen. Porn. She could hear porn.

And it clicked.

His fingers slid into her and it all made sense. She was porn. All of her. She got it now. She accepted it. Nothing was held back - nothing could be. All of her was for him, however he liked, however made him happiest and hardest. Dignity wasn't for her, at least not when he needed her. There was nothing to be embarrassed about because it was for him.

She was for him.

Of course, gagged, she had no real way of telling him she got it now, and by the time he finished she wasn't really able to speak more than two words anyway. But that was fine.

She was fixed all the same.

"Come on princess, spit it out! Use your words."

"How is a slut like you so tight"

"Be a good girl and make daddy proud"

"No, no, little girl you don't get a choice. I choose for you"

we all sit down on the couch and one of them starts to touch me, still innocently enough, a hand on my thigh, around my waist. then another one, groping my breasts, lifting up my shirt...

until im completely naked, two hold my legs open, two hold my arms, one spanks my cunt while i cry but they see that im wet, they see that i like it.

they choke me, hit me, fuck me all they want, im covered in their cum by the end, after all of them have their way with me.

and they leave me there, bonus points if they take pictures and threaten to expose me if i ever tell anyone and if i dont become their personal whore...everyday now i have to be on all fours and do whatever they want.

Take my phone- text people, pretending to be me.

Cancel plans because you don’t want me going out

Tell me I need to stay home because it would make you happy. Don’t let me wear clothes. Leave the house because you have plans but make me stay home, alone.

Or tell me I can still go out and see my friends. Make me thank you for allowing me that option. Tell me, two minutes before I walk out the door, that you wanted to help me with my makeup. Coat my face in your cum. Spread it into my hair.

Tell me it’s up to me- I can still go out, but I can’t clean up. Make ME make the decision to call and cancel. I’ll have to be the one to come up with a story.

Eventually my friends aren’t going to want to invite me anymore.

Make my life revolve around you. Your wants. Your needs.