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“I have just realised Sir, that I will never get married, I will never have a relationship. I am an object. I am for sex, not affection. No friends. No family. No lovers. I am a fuckpuppet. I am not even human am I Sir?” She asked me, almost hopefully.

“The thing is that you are human @hisfuckpuppet. You will always technically be a woman. But you are broken. You want to be treated as if you were not. Do you realise how utterly messed up that is fuckpuppet? Better women then you have been striving and fighting for decades to take their rightful place at the table. They still are. I respect women and would always support them in their drive for equality. But what are you doing with your life? Begging a man you met 2 months ago to dehumanise you. To take away your rights. To objectify you and treat you like a sextoy. I am going to do that to you fuckpuppet. I am going to enjoy making you sluttier and sluttier, and more and more obedient until you are nothing but an empty shell. A fuckpuppet. It is just embarrassing for all woman that you are going to thank me for it.” I explained.

She responded, clearly aroused by my words and stammering a little as a result, “Y-y-yes Sir. Oh god. You are right Sir, I am broken. It is fucked up and I am a traitor to all the women that have marched and fought and still fight for equality and respect.” She mewled before continuing, “I try to rationalise this humiliating need on the basis that if I beg you to make me inhuman, I will not feel shame for all the intelligent, powerful, beautiful women who have fought for me. But, oh god, But you won’t… I know you will never make me forget that I was a real woman once, that I was like them and betrayed them with my slutty begging to be turned into a cocksleeve… A fuckpuppet… Oh god…I am an embarrassment to all women… They should hate me and degrade me for it… I deserve it… Oh god… T-t-t-thank you for doing this to me. Thank you for turning me into a fuckpuppet Sir, like I should be, like I deserve to be… I am your grateful toy, thank you for helping turn me into a sextoy Sir”

I do so love being thanked by the girl whose life I am destroying, even when at her own request, and the urge to fuck her in that moment was intense. But I needed to reiterate the thought so that she understood this wasn’t a throw away comment. “I won’t let you hide behind being an object, fuckpuppet. You are bright and capable and could have made a positive contribution to the world. But instead, you are going to spend the rest of your days as a cocksleeve”

Taken from FetLife, by sexsmurf:

“10 Things a Dom Needs and Should Probably Be Saying Out Loud if They Weren’t Already Out in The Backyard Taking Their Frustration Out on a Cord of Firewood”

1) Do what you’re told. Not just when you want to, not just when it’s easy, but every single time. If you’ve suddenly decided you’re a free agent that’s a conversation for negotiation in whatever format that takes in your dynamic. Until then, less talking, more obeying.

2) Keep your commitments. If me/you/we have decided on a certain protocol you’re expected to follow through. Nothing sucks the magic out of a D/s interaction faster than when BOTH people let protocols lapse and drift by the wayside. If you act like a part-time sub expect to be treated like one.

3) Try to be just a little less self-centered. The journey of submission is all about YOU, I get it. Truthfully all of us Doms get it, but there is an illusion here that needs to be maintained, and when every check-in boils down to how things are going for you and you don’t bother to ask, “How are you, are you satisfied, are you getting what you need out of me, how can I improve our shared experience?” It makes you look kinda shallow.

4) Don’t compare yourself to other people. Whether you’re poly or monogamous, every time you look at another person and say: “I’ll bet he likes them more than me.” You’re essentially saying “I don’t trust you, I don’t trust us, I don’t really believe that you want me like you say you do.” We are with you for a reason. Not receiving the desire we feel for you is deeply insulting.

5) Sacrifice. This is the deeper side of D/s, it’s where the givers separate themselves from the users. There is nothing that builds a connection faster than doing something unpleasant, when you don’t want to, without being asked, without seeking praise. It’s also very easy to take forgranted, which is why you should take your time and don’t give yourself to a Dom who’s a shithead.

6) Own your tantrums. You have feelings, deep intense feelings, if you didn’t you probably wouldn’t be a sub. I encourage you to learn to track when the kettle is about to boil so together we can point the steam in a safe direction. When you fuck up though, and I get a face full of hot water, and you say bad things, you need to accept that in the morning you’ll be held accountable for the things you said even if you didn’t really mean them. This can be a tough pill to swallow, which brings us to our next point:

7) Take it with grace. Ritual and submission are amazing tools to refocus the mind and deescalate emotions, but the collar is not a magic ring, YOU make the magic. You make it by catching yourself, by breathing into your rituals, by transforming frustration and stress into submission and present moment awareness. Each repetition is a form of emotional alchemy much in the same way that CBT thought-stopping is, (that’s Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, not Cock and Ball Torture, you perverts).

8) Help us to evolve. I’m talking about recognizing that every human being is a little bit lost in their own way, and the difference is that Doms don’t have someone constantly fixating on how to guide us into being better versions of ourselves. Deftly guiding power figures in the directions they need to go is the forte’ of the masterful submissive, and the difference between that and manipulation is that you always have the persons own interests at heart, even when they conflict with your own. It’s easy to love a Dom as an archetype or a caricature, but to evaluate a whole human being, and desire to kneel for them anyways is the deepest expression of love. You and I may have different toolboxes, but we are building the same house.

9) Stick around. Fact is, most subs vanish as soon as the honeymoon wears off. This phenomenon of women who beg for submission then pull the ripcord at 3-7 months once it’s no longer all about them makes Doms cynical, hard, and reluctant to engage, and further shrinks the pool of the few decent guys who can do this stuff well. I think a lot of this stems from the idea that Dominance is something that’s being done to you, and not with you. If you empower yourself as a co-creator of the dynamic, you’ll be able to make it last longer. I think it might also stem from the fact that a good chunk of lifestylers (both Dom and sub) are emotionally broken jackasses. Sorry, I’m a dick.

10) Cut us some ‘effin slack for god sakes. Being a Dom is a LOT of work, it requires time, focus, and a wide open emotional bandwidth. It takes discipline to hold your ground when things are difficult, knowing that if you repair them with vanilla ‘bargaining’ tactics you will also dissolve the dynamic in the process. As a sub starts to see you as more human, it gets harder. When she/he gets to the “resistance” stage of the relationship, it gets harder. As real life starts to throw you curve balls, it gets harder. Aside from the emotional aspect of things, what it takes to keep things fresh and interesting is an aspect that is hard to appreciate until you’re the one in charge. The thing they don’t tell you about being a Dom is that even if you have the gravitas to make a girl melt, if you don’t have the creativity to constantly invent and reinvent new twists on a very old theme, you’re just a tall dark stranger standing there with your dick in your hand. Sometimes I think this is why geeks end up being better Doms than their smokey eyed, jackbooted, ‘true dom’ counterparts.

The point here is that the big “D” takes more than you think and there are going to be days, even weeks when we’re not going to be able to pull it off. I can tell you from experience that nothing means more to a Dom than when you still keep your rituals even through the thin times. Holding that space shows your strength, and you can take tremendous pride in serving with poise where your vanilla counterpart might be nagging and whining. With your devotion you pull us back like a compass, beckoning towards whats’ truly important, this secret journey of trust and growth that we are both on together.

Written in response to “10 Things We Need From You But Won’t Say Out Loud” from FetLife, found here.

Courtney had always been the center of attention. As a cheerleader, she strutted around her high school with her perfectly styled hair and designer outfits, surrounded by a clique of admiring girls and boys. Her beauty was undeniable, and her popularity was unmatched. But Courtney had a dark side. She was a cruel bully who would taunt and belittle anyone who didn't fit into her definition of cool or who didn’t give her the right amount of respect.

One fateful night, 20 years ago, Courtney's life was cut short in a car accident on her way home from a party. But even in death, Courtney couldn't bear to be ignored. She had always been the center of attention, and she refused to fade away into nothingness. It was what kept her from moving on.

So, Courtney began to haunt her high school and the town she grew up in. She floated through the halls, watched as new generations of students went about their days, and followed the lives of her former friends and enemies.

But no one could see or hear her. She was just a ghost, invisible and ignored. It was frustrating for someone who had always craved attention, but it also gave her the perfect opportunity to spy on people without consequence. She learned all about the lurid side of her town and all the seedy gossip. It was like her own personal soap opera. But like a soap opera she grew bored of it over time.

She started to explore her limits as a ghost. Over time she found she could move objects, with a substantial amount of effort though. However it allowed her to begin reading books of dark magic and paranormal beings like herself. She learned that she could possess a body if they wore something that she had worn in life. Unfortunately her parents had long gotten rid of her things. But there was one thing left.

She stared at the wooden frame that hung up in the hall next to the trophy cabinet with the little plaque underneath it commemorating her time as head cheerleader. In the frame itself was her pristine cheerleader outfit, pink, white, and tight. She needed someone to wear it, then she would be able to be able to live again but who would ever steal and then wear the outfit of a dead cheerleader?

As she was deep in thought she heard a snoring sound coming from the nearby library. She had thought everyone had gone home for the day but seemingly not. Floating in she found a girl asleep on the ground on top of an open book.

Courtney knew it was Ash, a new student who had been struggling to fit in. She had watched as the girl was bullied and excluded, just as she had once done to so many others. Ash would hide away in the library away from others all the time but this time she had seemingly hid too long and fell asleep.

Courtney looked at her with disdain. Courtney had no time for people she perceived as weak and Ash certainly filled that bill. Courtney had even less respect for girls like her in death. Why should they get to live while she had to die?

“Such a waste of a life.” Courtney said aloud and to her surprise Ash jolted awake.

“Hello?” Ash asked into the air. Courtney froze. Had Ash heard her? No one ever hears her. She had to test it out.

“I said it’s a waste that you’re in here while life is passing you by out there.” Courtney said startling Ash who looked around trying to see where the voice was coming from.

“W-who are you?” Ash asked now very nervous. Courtney was delighted someone could finally hear her, even if it was the dorky Ash. This would bring her one step closer to getting back her life but she had to play this smart. She couldn’t exactly tell her she was a deceased decades old cheerleader.

“I’m your conscience. The part of your conscious you’ve buried away anyway.” Courtney said hoping this would work. To her delight Ash seemed to become less tense.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bury you away.” She said apologizing. Courtney rolled her eyes at how much of a pushover this girl was. Although she realized this would work to her advantage. She knew she could get Ash to wear the uniform but also knew even a wimp like her would need some convincing. She just needed to make her into a girl that didn’t care about consequences.

She floated around Ash, whispering into her ear, "That’s ok, you can make it up to me by listening and doing exactly what I say understand?”

Ash didn't know why her conscience sounded different to her own voice or had a bratty tone but she couldn’t deny how confident it sounded and persuasive it was. Maybe she could learn from it.

“First things first, you need to dress better. No not that outfit, yessss that one. You’ll look so much hotter in that.” Courtney said in her ear that night as Ash online shopped on her laptop. Ash was staring at an outfit she’d never have thought of wearing a million years but Courtney was hard to say no to.

“The hotter you look the more people will respect you. The more respect you have the more power you wield.” Courtney purred and Ash found herself shivering with hearing the words.

“You really think I could have some sort of… power just by wearing some nice clothes?” Ash said as she closed her laptop after ordering the dress and got ready for bed.

“Absolutely. Hot girls get to do what they want. Doesn’t that sound like power? Don’t you deserve that?” Courtney said to her.

“It does sound good…” Ash said as she drifted off to sleep. Courtney meanwhile spend the rest of the night whispering in the girl’s mind bitchy words of affirmation. Courtney would make her into the perfect puppet.

The next day Ash woke up feeling well rested. She had the most amazing dreams where everyone at school looked up to her and either wanted her or wanted to be her. It felt good but more than that it felt natural. Why shouldn’t she be the most popular girl in school? She resolved to listen to her conscious explicitly from now on.

"You need to wear more makeup. And you need to start talking to the right people. The popular crowd. That's where you belong." Courtney began and Ash nodded in agreement. She couldn’t wait to get started. Thankfully her outfit arrived overnight and she poured herself into its tight bratty design.

Only last night she would have been apprehensive about wearing something so revealing but now she wore it proudly. Now with a little makeup on and a brush of comb through her hair and she looked and felt better than she had in years. She stood looking at herself vainly, as Courtney whispered in her ear some more.

“You look so fucking hawt.” Courtney said causing a pleasurable shiver to course through Ash’s body.

“I do don’t I?” Ash responded feeling confident about herself for once.

Over the next week Ash made a big impact on the rest of the student body. Each day she came in she turned heads for all the right reasons.

She developed her own little clique of girls outside of the hierarchy of popularity, a clique she could control and boss around. It made her increasing horny the more bitchy she became.

"You're doing great, Ash," Courtney whispered. "You look amazing. But if you’re gonna become the most popular girl in school you’re going to have to get better friends. You need to hang out with the popular crowd," she said. "That's where the real power is."

Ash would have been hesitant if Courtney wasn’t whispering in her head nightly, turning her into the formidable and attention seeking girl she was now.

It was surprisingly easy for Ash to ditch the only friends she had ever had, to her all that mattered now was climbing the social ladder. Plus her conscious felt like the only friend she needed. It always knew exactly what to do.

Even more astounding though was it’s ability to know the sordid little secrets that everyone was hiding. Of course Ash couldn’t have known that her conscious was a ghost who had been collecting juicy gossip for years but then again she didn’t really care why she knew that Chad was cheating on Aimee or that Samantha had a pill problem or that Louise was secretly gay. All that mattered was how she used the information and she used it to elevate herself to the top of the hierarchy in record time.

Ash became like Courtney with each passing moment and it truly felt like they were becoming one. Ash would now do and say things Courtney was about to suggest unprompted. Courtney felt like she was in charge once again. There was just one final step.

“I don’t know about this, it seems a little far even for me.” Ash said staring at the framed uniform hanging up in the gym.

“It’s your final step to becoming the queen of the school.” Courtney whisper with eager anticipation.

“It would look incredible on me but why do I have to take this Courtney girl’s cheerleader uniform, why can’t I just get a new one?” Ash asked worried for the first time in weeks.

“Because I was the ultimate bitch, I oozed power and respect. Putting on my uniform will complete your transformation into the new mean queen everyone will fear.” Courtney said no longer hiding her true identity. A fact that seemed to finally make her corporeal to Ash who shrieked and jumped back when she saw the girl materialize before her.

“Wait you haven’t been my conscience all this time? You’re this head cheerleader? You’re Courtney?” Ash said backing up against the wall.

“I guess the cats out of the bag. I’ve been moulding you into the perfect bitch and I must say even I’m surprised how well you’ve turned out but now it’s time for your graduation to the big leagues. Put on my uniform and we can become one, the ultimate goddess.” Courtney smirked as she advanced on Ash.

“You turned me into this vain narcissistic slut?! You made me into this dangerous wet dream and you think I’ll just rollover and let you take my body? Not a chance!” Ash said defiant but Courtney simply smiled and put her hand around Ash’s head and pulled her close.

“That’s exactly what you’re going to do because you love what you’ve become. You love the power you have over other people. How they love and fear you in equal measure. Not only do you know you’re nothing without my guidance, you know how much bigger of a bitch you can be with me inside you.” Courtney teased and Ash knew she was right.

“But you can stop this right now,” Courtney continued. “Our connection to one another is why you can now see me, why you can feel my soft hands on your neck and while you can feel this.”

Courtney pressed her lips against Ash’s and ran her tongue down her chin. Ash moaned softly enjoying the invasion. “Yessss I want you Courtney. I want you inside me, controlling me, using my body as you please. I want to become the queen on this pathetic school, a walking goddess!” Ash yelled as she pushed Courtney off of her and pulled the frame off the wall causing the glass to shatter and the uniform to be exposed.

Ash ripped off her clothes and hungrily pulled on the cheerleading outfit. It fit her perfectly and she lovingly ran her hands across the fabric. Courtney pushed her against the wall and kissed her deeply. As she did her ghostly form melted into Ash’s body and the two girls merged into one. This new girl’s bones cracked and freaked as the best attributes of each girl became dominant.

Ash’s bigger tits looked natural paired with Courtney’s tanned skin. Courtney’s thick full lips looked perfect on the same face as Ash’s piercing eyes. Ash’s taller frame took on Courtney’s well maintained muscles and athleticism. In short, this new girl was perfection.

She wanted to see herself, her new self and out of instinct she flicked her wrist and commanded the broken frame and glass to float off the ground and resemble. She smirked to herself, realizing that some of Courtney’s ghostly abilities merged over as well.

There are many steps which describe the process about how to make a girl squirt, but all is needed are fingers and oral job. The best advice is to try with exploration in different things, different numbers of fingers, different parts of her pussy and ass. Most important is to be innovative and inventive.

Surely, some of the best fingering comes in conjunction with oral, but there is a little secret that gives to any women best orgasm of her life.

Here are step by step instructions how to make a girl squirt:

You can start by performing oral on her inner thighs, clitoris and labia especially, to start getting her relaxed and wet. You must continually suck and lick the clitoris throughout the duration of the whole oral act, because oral increases power, pleasure and increases chances of female ejaculating orgasm.

With the hand you write with, take two fingers closest to your thumb (pointer and middle finger) and make them wet with her pussy juice or with your mouth. The most important thing is to make sure your nails are trimmed and not sharp, because you could hurt her.

Slide those two fingers in, with the fingerprint part of the fingers facing up (nails down), slide them in firmly but slowly, as far as they will go without using too much pressure. If she is really tight you may need to start with one, and if there is a lot of wetness but resistance, you may need to tease and taste her pussy some more. Once you get those fingers in, tease her inner walls slowly with the pads of your fingers, and get her even more juicy. When you think that she is ready to have the orgasm of her life, you may begin:

Now you will maneuver your fingers to find her g-spot. Yes, it exists, and yes, every woman has one. Slide your fingers in about 2 inches, UP, and then BACK towards the front of the pussy (like you’re going up behind her clitty). Her g-spot is actually a patch of her inner walls which is on the FRONT INNER WALL of her pussy, above the hole itself. So, in, up, and back towards the entrance. You should feel, on that wall, a very rough patch of skin rougher than the rest of her smooth inner pussy. You’ve found it. Congratulations.

By making a beckoning motion with your two fingers (a come hither, bending fingers motion), you should be able to pull the fingerprint/pad part of the tips of your two fingers against that spot. Try it. Pull back against it with your two fingers and press a little. Tease it, stimulate it with your fingers. Make her feel good. She should be squirming and breathing very heavily by now.

As you start to rhythmically tap/press/pull your fingertips against the g-spot, she should start getting wetter. If you’re doing it right, and she’s comfortable with it, you’ll start to hear squelching, sponge-like sounds. The g-spot is like a sponge, it contains a lot of liquid, and feels rough. Keep pressing your fingers against it, over and over, rhythmically, with the same kind of rhythm as if you were sliding your cock in and out of her pussy.

As she starts to get wetter, and enjoy it more, start doing it harder. The more she thrashes from side to side, the harder you do it. Eventually, you can replace the tapping/poking of the g-spot with an outright speed-sliding of those two fingers in and out of her hole. Do it faster and faster, maintain the rhythm, but increase the force. Even when you’re slamming them straight in and out of her hole, try and maintain an upward, outward force with the fingertips, so you’re still pressing up against that g-spot even as you’re slamming her with your fingers with reckless abandon.

Through all of this, she should be squelching, squirming and OBVIOUSLY loving it. If she’s not, you should stop. If she says it hurts (especially if she says it more than once, you might want to stop or at LEAST slow down or not do it so hard. Make sure she’s always wet, not dry for any period of time.

Now here’s the crucial part. When she gets close to ejaculation, she will say that she needs to pee. SHE DOES NOT NEED TO PEE. It’s just a temporary sensation that will pass, but you have to make sure she knows about it beforehand, and you have to make sure she does not stop you, and you do not desist in your slamming. Hold her legs apart with the other hand, if you have to. You can even use your head or knees or whatever to hold her legs open, but make sure she stays relatively still (or she might get hurt on your fingers) and that you KEEP GOING. In fact, when she needs to pee, that’s when you should start doing it harder, cause orgasm is around the corner.

10-50 seconds after the pee sensation begins, she will start to cum. When she does, DON’T STOP. Just do it harder and harder and harder, pressuring the g-spot upwards all the while. Now she should start to ejaculate. She’ll scream, and her pussy will start shooting clear (transparent), odorless liquid all over the place. There could be a lot of it, it might soak you completely and soak the sheets and everything around her, so make sure you’re prepared.

I guarantee you, if she’s never had one before, the squirting orgasm will be the best orgasm of her life. In my experience, 97% of women are capable of having them, and in certain circumstances, I think it’s more like 99.9%. If you want her to ejaculate in great volumes, have her drink lots of water before you do it, and stay well hydrated. Once she’s finished squirting, SHE CAN SQUIRT AGAIN. Especially if you didn’t do it too hard, and still got her to cum, you can usually start all over, and between one and ten minutes later, she’ll be squirting again. Usually, you have to do it harder each time. My record is seven. The girl that squirted seven times in 45 minutes passed out for 6 hours afterward (it’s physically exhausting and dehydrating) so be careful if you try more than 2 at once.

Most girls pass out after a couple of them. This can make a girl fall in love and at the very least want to fuck your brains out, so use it wisely rather than to your advantage. Don’t take advantage of people using this. If you do it wrong, or if she’s on her period, she might bleed. That’s usually okay, but just make sure you don’t hurt her, and you stop if she’s screaming with pain, rather than pleasure.

i don’t know if this is gonna be useful to anyone but this works for me when i just need to feel something.

most of the time i have to uber from place to place or sometimes drive if i have the car but sometimes i just need to pick up something or run a quick chore in town so get a bus but I guess it would work on a train or any kinda transit.

1. wear a mini skirt and a button top if you can.

2. don’t wear anything under them.

3. doesn’t matter what shoes you wear it only matters is that you don’t have a long skirt or one too short. mid thigh is good, you’ll see why here in a minute.

4. sit as far towards the back as you can, someplace with a window seat is best cause it offers more privacy for things to go down.

5. if there’s a camera in the bus sit in the window seat behind or under it. this isn’t so people can’t see its so no one gets booted from the bus by the transit authority.

6. don’t be picky. if a Man sits next to you He’s probably gonna be the only one who does.

7. if a woman walks up towards you and you don’t have a Man next to you, move away from the window so she goes past you if you can.

8. smile if a Man walks up the isle towards you and you got no one sitting next to you.

9. if He comes and sits down, smile again and undo your top button looking to the window so it’s not like too obvious.

10. if He touches your knee or leg smile and let out a little sigh. if He keeps touching you part your legs a little and sit back into your seat and let Him do what He wants to do.

11. if He doesn’t touch you then talk to Him and use your hands to touch His arm or His leg when you’re talking and He will start touching you.

every time i’ve done this and a Man sat next to me He ended up touching me from just rubbing my knee or legs to the Man who knows what He wants and goes for the pussy or a tit.

My breasts were hanging out of my shirt again. I just had rub and squeeze them. What had I dreamed about that made me so turned on? I was awake and needed to cum so I could go back to sleep. I couldn’t shop like I had the other nights. Maybe this app wasn’t helping. But I just kept touching and squeezing. Maybe I just need to release some stress. Thinking about getting myself to cum.

Before I could stop it, drool dripped down from my mouth. Feels so good though, as I just let it flow down from my lips onto my chest. It runs everywhere, but as I go to wipe it I just start rubbing it around all over my chest. My nipples get special attention, pinching and squeezing.

They grew soooo hard and painful. Squeezing soooo hard. “I’ll give anything for some release” I shout out in my empty room.

Drool and Rub.

I bounced up to my knees to let every drop of spit hit my tits. It wasn’t helping. Still felt like it wasn’t enough just wanting release. Please let me cum so I can sleep.

Big lips big drool

The lip plumper I bought when I was awake this week on monday, I needed to use it now! An ad had popped up on my phone and I decided in my sleepiness to get it. I rushed to get it smearing it all over my lips as fast as I could to get back to rubbing my titties. I just stared in the mirror. As my lips swelled looking fake but also looking perfect and pinky, so big and pillowy and like I needed to suck something. Giggles escape my new lips as I feel my mouth filled with sali....saa..droool. I see another box I ordered.

Dress sexy and feel good.

I quickly open it, and rip out the glittery pink latex micro mini skirt and bra set. It didn’t fit. It was too big. Why did I order it? Not enough boobies or butt I pout. There were pink boots in the box, hot pink to match the set. I popped them on and stared watching drool drip onto my new pieces. Drool and rub popped in my brain. Drool all over I rubbed it and I felt a shake. Groaning I keep rubbing hard hoping to cum and go to sleep. My tits were growing, this will help so I can sleep. So sensitive as they grew to sizes of melons. I bounce up and down and my new bra getting tighter every second. I wonder if I can grow bigger. What a good buy. I need to get more. Drooling is so good. I feel so close to cum but just can’t get it as rub my pussy and tits. I see pink glitter nails grow on my fingers and for second wonder what is happening. My mouth feels dry, I need to drool

More dumb, more drool,Bimbo cum

I had ordered two dumb dildos from the website two days ago. Before I knew it I had one in my mouth and a vibrating one in my pussy I dropped to all fours. Hair turns bleached blonde and grows down my back and I try harder to cum. My lips grow more, my tits are huge and my top feels ready to burst. Felt soo good. I feel so sexy trying to cum. My brain tries ask what I’m at doing but I like just can’t stop soo good as my enormous tits are bouncing close to the ground. My ass is growing and jiggling even more. The tiny skirt can’t hold it in. I think I want more. Wait... I don’t need to think. I look so cute and dumb, I see myself in the mirror. I look like a bimbo and my brain needs to match. Bimbos don’t need brains, Bimbo need to cum.

Dumb, Dumb: empty brain, air head drool it out

Head feels like so funny and light, so much drool on yummy dildo. I feel it all over. Empty brain. Me airhead drooooooling droooooing droooooling.

Dumb Dumb: no thoughts just follow

No more brainy time for me. Bimbo just follow. So good, cum dripping. So good, Bimbo can cum, I am bimbo. Bimbo dumb, Bimbo follow.

Dumb Bimbo: you look think and act like a ditzy sexy bimbo

I am big bimbo, so silli and slutty. I no think. Just fun. Titties , ass, sexi clothes. Sex. Ditziest ditziest ditziest cum cum drool cum bimbo

Obey Bimbo

Obeying so good. Obey. Bimbo obey bimbo cum

Serve Bimbo

Must serve men. Bimbos serve. I serve bimbo serve bimbo cum

Good Bimbo

Goody good Bimbo me. Dumb, serve, obey bimbo cum

Bimbo Cum and be a bimbo

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The party was out of control. At a house, a friend of friends. Open french doors leading out to the pool and the slate covered back yard. white walls and beige carpet. A throng of people everywhere, drunk and handsy. people pressed against the walls, making out, grinding together to the music. The sounds of laughter and splashing could be heard over the music.

You were sitting on the leather couch, legs crossed, your tight black dress riding up your ample thighs. The neckline was low, plunging, showing off your deep cleavage. Smooth soft skin, red lipstick and mascara. Lifting a bottle of champagne to your lips and drinking deep. Warmth spreading all through you. You were drunk, too drunk.

There was a man sitting next to you, talking to you. You were too drunk to really follow what he was saying. But he kept putting his hand on your thigh. His finger gently massaging your flesh through the material, the tips of his fingers just over the hem, touching your bare legs. Your pussy twitched at his touch, the alcohol already making you tingle. You looked over and saw a couple making out against nearby wall. His hands all over her body. You can feel yourself dampen.

You bit your lower lip a little as you watched. His fingers closed around your chin and brought your mouth to his, his lips on your full red lips, biting your lower lip as his hand gripped your thigh. As he kissed your neck your head swam with alcohol and lust. His hands pulled your thighs apart, your skirt riding up, his hand finding the front of your panties and pressing down on your clit. You moaned out loud and he bit your collar bone, his other hand in your hair, gripping it tight and pulling your hair.

His fingers pulled your panties to one side and sliding into your pussy. You were so wet. His fingers pushing in and out of you. His mouth on your cleavage. he roughly pulled the front of your top down, off your large tits. He pulled a strap of your bra down and freeing your mammoth tit, taking it in his mouth, sucking your hard nipple into his mouth as his fingers sped up inside you. You were getting close, your body bucking against his digits, the shivers running along your spine.

Before you could cum you open your eyes and remember where you are. The party was still raging, but a few people were gathered around you, watching you being fingered. Mostly guys, but also a few women. One of the guys was rubbing himself through his pants. All of them were sporting large bulges in their jeans, and slow smiles on their faces. Their eyes on you pushed the pleasure to the next level and you started to shake.

“That’s it. Cum, you little slut,” said one of the men.

You fell over the edge and started to orgasm, your eyes open, watching them watching you. The man pulled his fingers out of your dripping pussy and pushed you onto your knees. he stood over you and took out his thick hard cock. You knelt there in a daze until he slapped you across the face.

“Suck it, whore,” he ordered.

You took his cock in your mouth and he pulled your hair, forcing his cock into your throat, fucking full lipped mouth. One of the men watching unzipped the back of your dress as you fought to take all the man’s cock down your throat, tugged your dress down to your ample hips and then ripped your bra from your body, freeing your huge breasts.

Your pussy was on fire as the man pulled you off his cock and onto your feet by your hair, slapping your face a few times to bring you back to reality. The group of men around you now had their cocks out, openly stroking them over you, leering at your tits. Most of the party had stopped at this point, standing around watching you being used. Cheering and jeering at you.

“Fuck that slut!”

“Get her naked.”

“Fucking whore!”

The man pulled down your skirt and your panties, revealing your round ass and perfect pussy to everyone there. Then he put you on the coffee table, on your hands and knees and got behind you. You felt the throbbing head of his cock entering your tight little pussy, pushing deep into you. Filling you up as the men gather around you, stroking their cocks. Your tits bounce as the man hammers into you, pushing deep into your pussy. Then men started to feel you, to touch your body. So many hands were on you, pulling your nipples caressing your flesh.

One of the other cocks slid along your cheek and you opened your mouth to accept it. You sucked on that stranger’s cock as the man fucked you harder, slapping your ass. The crowd jeered as he spanked you, raining insults down on you. Your pussy dribbled down your thighs. The cock in your mouth was withdrawn and another replaced it. Hands held onto your torso and tits so you could use your hands to stroke more cocks. Your mouth was used by so many men, you lost count of all the cocks that dipped into your mouth. Maybe it was eight? Nine?

The man inside you grunted and gripped your ass, his cock swelled up inside you. he pulled out and shot a thick load of cum all over your ass. The crowd clapped. A random member of the crowd poured beer over you to wash away his seed. A few of the men in front of you peeled off and went behind you. Their hands gripped your thighs and pulled you down onto the table, laying there on your side. One cock slid easily into your juicy pussy, filling you up. The other cock nudged against your tight little anus. You gasped and someone shoved a cock into your perfect warm wet mouth using your face.

You moaned low and hard as that thick cock speared your tight ass. The other cock fucking you fast and hard in your twitching cunny. As soon as the cock was all the way inside your ass, up to the hilt, you came. Your scream muffled by the mouthful of cum that emptied into your mouth, it;s owner gripping your hair. You panicked a little but managed to swallow it all. You only had time for one heaving breath before the next cock was in your mouth.

They fucked you like that for what felt like hours. The cock in your ass swelled up so large before it came, you felt like it was going to rip you in two. Your mind drifted away on wave after wave of pleasure, as cock after cock used your holes. Your belly filling up with their cum. Your pussy and ass fucked raw and ragged as people laughed and clapped along.

When you couldn’t take anymore, and you fell exhausted onto the coffee table, they flipped you onto your back and tied you down to it. They dropped some magic markers on your stomach and went back to partying. Every now and then someone would walk over and pick up a pen, write something on your naked body about what a filthy slut you were. Play with your raw pussy or tweek your nipple, feed you some more booze.

You woke up the next morning like that, tied to the table, covered in writing and warm cum. All insults about what a whore you were, about how much you love cum and cock. Your body radiating with a delicious, raw pain. A man was standing over you, jerking his cock. You tried to speak but couldn’t find your voice. he got down low over your face and groaned as he shot a load over your face, covering you in his cum. Then he undid your restraints and you went to the bathroom to clean up.

before you got in the shower you noticed across your forehead, in bold capital letters someone had written:

Embarrassed. Made to strip when He picks you up at your house for your first date. He doesn't care about your dress, your heels, your makeup or your jewelry. your lingerie doesn't impress Him. To Him, they are all pointless. He watches as you stand there naked and humiliated like an object. He smiles as He forces you to lower your hands and expose yourself. your tits hang freely before Him. He tells you to stand with your legs spread to keep you from hiding the lips of your cunt. your humiliation grows as He walks around you, judging you and your appearance like something on display at an auction. your self esteem begins to drop and you wonder to yourself if He approves. Are your tits big enough? does He like the look of a shaved cunt? Without warning, He bends you over your own kitchen table. He massages your exposed little asshole with His thumb before rubbing the lips of your cunt. By now, you are already wet despite the fact that you see Him as crude and offensive in every way. you let out an uncontrollable moan as He fingers you from behind, still deciding if you're worth the effort of taking out. Standing you up and spinning you around to face Him, He asks bluntly if you know how to suck a cock. your audible attempt at an answer is cut off by a hard slap to the face. Without another word, you nod silently. He responds by pushing you to your knees. Numb to what has happened in the few short minutes He's been there, you find yourself obeying His silent command and reach out to unbutton His jeans. your cunt is wetter now despite your embarrassment and, as His cock springs out of His jeans in front of you, another moan escapes your lips. For a brief monemt you look up at Him. His stern look meets your gaze. He is impatiently waiting...... and so you continue. Slowly you begin to suck and lick the head of His cock....taking more and more of Him into your mouth. His cock hardens even more and fills your mouth as you continue. Bu now, your need to please Him has grown exponentially. you continue to question whether you are good enough for Him to take out.

Abruptly, He pulls His cock out o fyour mouth and buttons His jeans.

Weiling

Weiling was a rare girl indeed, she had been blessed with a great face, body and boobs. I heard stories of how Weiling leveraged her beauty throughout her school life. Stories such as Weiling sucking the dicks of her lecturers to get good grades circulated throughout the school but was never proven. I heard that she once even deep throated an Indian security guard to keep him quiet about her smoking on campus.

After hearing the stories, I decided to see if it true for myself. First, I identified that on every Wednesday, Weiling’s classes would end at the same time as me, at the classroom opposite me. I made it a point to stalk Weiling for a bit every Wednesday after class. For the first few weeks, nothing suspicious came up except for the part that I was ogling Weiling in her tight clothes every Wednesday.

However, on one of the weeks I noticed that Weiling exited the class with her tutor, walking in a strange and awkward manner. This alerted me heavily, as I carefully followed Weiling as the couple headed to the secluded engineering block. The couple disappeared into the stairs of that block and I carefully made my way the opposite direction, finding a way to reach the stairs from upstairs instead of downstairs (from which they enter).

I slowly stepped down the stairs and i finally saw Weiling, she was wearing her pink shirt & cardigan but her shorts was already nowhere to be found. I whipped out my phone and started recording from above, still unnoticed. I saw Weiling with a vibrator inside her pussy. “Mr XXX, let me take out the vibrator already, I will get full tutorial participation marks right?” Weiling said. “take it out, and let me fuck you” the lecturer said. “I don’t do fucking, let me finish you off alright?”. I recorded everything, watching how Weiling finished the lecturer off, swallowing the cum. The stories were true after all.

I started blackmailing Weiling with those recordings and true enough she responded and we arranged for a meeting. We agreed that she would blow me and that I would never tell anyone about the incident. We meet up at the same set of stairs the next day and Weiling showed up in her white croptop w/ hotpants, “fuck you’re hot you slut” I said.

We began our make out session as I started to fondle with Weiling’s breasts, through her shirt, while stripping her off her shorts. I started fingering Weiling’s pussy, and damn she was tight, my finger was tightly wrapped with the vaginal walls of Weiling. I proceeded to usher Weiling down on her knees and placed my thick dick into her mouth. After a couple minutes of deep throats, I told Weiling that I wanted to eat her out, Weiling said that she normally wouldn’t do it but because of the recording she agreed, “so long as you don’t do anything more than that” she said. Heh, what was this slut expecting.

I told her to get on fours, and I began licking Weiling’s pussy. After a few licks or so, I told Weiling to close her eyes, and enjoy the sensations, she obliged as I started to position my dick at her pussy entrance. Giving Weiling a couple more fingers, I made sure Weiling’s pussy was wet and well lubricated by this point. In one movement, I trusted my dick straight into Weiling’s vagina. Weiling’s eyes immediately opened wide as she turned around and tried to use one hand to shove me away. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING” Weiling exclaimed, instead of stopping, I grabbed Weiling’s hands and pulled her back, making her back arch and my dick go even deeper into Weiling’s tight cunt. Evidently, Weiling was too horny to retaliate as she was moaning by this point. Apparently, I had just taken Weiling’s virginity too, as i saw blood on my penis. Weiling had been seducing guys without giving her virginity so far.

I started stripping Weiling of her top now, she was competely naked now, Weiling was now voluntarily fucking me, no longer crying and instead riding me. Weiling rocked her hips vigorously now, while saying “fuck me harder, rape me you fucker”.

I couldn’t take it anymore,this tight virgin pussy was too much for me to handle, I came straight into Weiling as her pussy tightened and she announced that she was cumming. Weiling arched her back and thrusted her hips towards my dick as my semen milk flowed straight into her.

Weiling proceeded to lift herself from my dick, placing her hand at her pussy lips allowing the cum to flow out of her pussy onto her hands. Weiling scooped up the cum and placed it right into her mouth, With the cum still in her mouth, Weiling proceeded to french kiss me, exchanging the cum between our tongues. Fuck that was the hottest make out session I ever had.

After that, I got Weiling’s number and instead of blackmailing her again, both of us just agreed to meet up voluntarily the next time. Weiling ended the day texting me “I’m glad I was raped by you”

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