Darkest Desires

If you want to stay little when we go out, I will gladly oblige. This might look like:

Ordering your food for you.

Making you ask Daddy permission properly for every little thing. And I do mean every little thing - To get a drink. To go to the bathroom. To try on a dress. To chew a piece of gum…

Telling you when you’ve had enough to drink.

Opening your doors.

Making you edge in bathrooms or changing rooms and then report to me.

Walking on the street side of you on the sidewalk to protect you.

Making you hold my strong Daddy arm everywhere.

Making you take off your panties in the bathroom and then hand them to me out in the open where other people can see as I put them in my pocket.

Making you respond when I give instructions with “Yes, Daddy. Daddy knows best.”

Calling you “Princess” in front of people.

Making sure you take time in the bathroom to stay pretty for Daddy while we’re out. 

Sometimes telling you no because “you’re just a little girl.”

Asking you out loud if you’re wet, and making you answer out loud. 

you’re unsure how long its been a part of you but it’s now something you can’t seem do live without. Humiliation. Degradation. Shame. Three disgusting words that turn you on so much.

The time you were caught naked and instinctively covered your tits and cunt…..to those lucky enough to see you you showed shame and embarrassment but under your folded arms your nipples were rock hard and your aching little cunt soaked the hand covering it.

you’ve always fantasized about being humiliated….stripped of your clothing, your rights and dignity. your friends don’t know about the nasty things you do at home. They wouldn’t understand or be able to process the sight of you crawling naked on your own floor filled with dildos and plugs you secretly wish were cocks. They wouldn’t agree with your ideas on female inferiority or your dreams of serving a Man as His naked little slave.

you’re ashamed that you love it so much but that same shame only makes the fuck hole between your legs even wetter as you imagine eating from a bowl on the floor, being milked like a lowly farm animal or wearing clothes that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.

A. You wish you could make any cunt your fuck slut

Or

Ruin my life.

Decide, before you even *officially* meet me, that you’re going to break my soul, take away my intelligence, ruin any feminist beliefs I have and destroy who I am as a person.

Worm your way into my life and into my mind.

Make me trust you and confide in you, let me tell you my darkest fantasies and make them my reality.

Take away my sweaters and cardigans and replace them with too tight and low tops and skirts so short the barely cover my ass. 

Make me a junkie whore. Make me addicted to drugs and sex. Make me fuck anyone who moves just to get my fix. 

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I slap you so hard your head spins, spit in your face, punch both tits, and send you to the floor with a crushing left hook to your stomach. The left hook to your stomach is so hard you puke on the floor where your nude body lands in it. Nasty bitch. I make you spread your legs wide as I kick your cunt like I'm kicking a field goal from the 50 yard line. Fuck. Now I have cunt slime on My boot. You writhe in agony as I make you lick My boot clean while stomping your big tits on the floor, giving special attention to your nipples with My boot heel. Your screaming and crying really turns Me on. It drives Me crazy. I pull you up on all fours by your hair and forcefully slam your face into the floor. "Pretty girls have a beautiful pussy and asshole. You have a sloppy cunt and nasty shithole. Reach back with both hands and spread your nasty shithole wide open - LISTEN TO ME BITCH - you damned sure better keep it spread open. You really don't want to know what I'll do if you don't - fucking pig. Oh, I'm fucking your shithole dry - a bitch like you doesn't deserve lube, only pain." I shove My hard, thick, veiny cock balls deep in your dry shithole. Sure, It was difficult getting It in and ripped you up, but that's just how it is for a whore like you. I make you turn to Me as I I spit and blow snot all over your face. You have this pathetic, needy, "lost" look on your dirty face as I rip your shithole - gutcunt apart. That lost, pathetic yet needy look on your face makes Me drain My big, low hanging, cum filled balls deep in your nasty gutcunt shithole. I make you squat and push My warm, thick cocksnot out into a bowl. You obey Me and eat every thick gob. I place you back in your cage and you  put your head down as I piss all over you. You thank Me for My cum, spit, snot, and piss. You also thank Me for the pain and bruises. I lock you by your collar to the cage on your knees. I'll unlock you in the morning. You watch Me walk into My bedroom for the night and say "Don't use the bathroom in your cage pig. I'll take you outside in the morning."

You’re touching yourself, aren’t you? You’re either rubbing your sweet little clit or you’re putting your fingers in your desperate, needy, wet little cunt hole.

Aren’t you?

You’re getting off to disgusting things that nice men like me post on here. Touching yourself, picturing yourself in each situation, hoping that you’ll be lucky enough to get the attention that you crave and that you’ll be treated like you deserve.

Which of these words describes you?

Slut

Whore

Cunt

Pathetic

Cumdump

Stupid

Pisswhore

Dumb

Bimbo

Fucktoy

Useless

Disgusting

When you think about yourself, which of these are words that you use to describe yourself? Which of these makes you wet? Which of these do you want to hear most? Tell the world which names you want to be called the most.

If I called you a disgusting little useless cunt, is that what would get you the wettest? Did you just moan and nod?

Like and reblog so that everyone can see what a needy little bitch you are. And then find the ickiest thing that you can and edge your needy hole to. Edge over and over again looking at the nastiest, most degrading posts that you can find. But don’t you dare cum without permission. That would be stupid.

My ultimate fantasy, something that keeps me up at night, the one thing where I know all my sexual fantasies are realized…

It’s to be kidnapped. But not just kidnapped. Oh no, not a one night fuck-and-dump, no snuff here.

I want to be tied up, in a disgusting old basement. I want to be chained to the ceiling, naked, uncomfortable.

I want to be left alone.

See, because I don’t just want to be raped. I want to be destroyed.

Don’t touch me for the first few days. Leave me in filth. Don’t feed me, until I beg for water. Let me down from the ceiling where my wrists are raw and practically dislocated from passing out on the chain. Feed me out of a dog bowl. If I’m ungrateful, threaten to let me starve. If you’ve done it right, I’ll be so hungry that when you tell me to be polite, I’ll say “please” and “thank you” without thinking. Feed me table scraps, feed me dog food. Mix piss with my water. That way every time I get something remotely good, I will want to cry with how happy I am. The first time you give me hot food, I will cry. I’ll practically be begging to kiss your boots.

The first time you rape me, I want it to hurt. It has to hurt. Rough, brutal, no prep. Leave me bruised and sore and bleeding. Come back and do it again, but this time with a little bit of softness. Mix it back and forth, and back and forth. Rough and soft. Mix between calling me disgusting and a dog and completely worthless… and calling me your good girl. Your poor, sweet little princess.

Then, after I no longer fight at all. I suck your cock with eagerness, I present my holes happily. Rape me like the first time. Make me cry, and scream. Give me a glimmer of hope by maybe loosening the chains.

And then leave me. Leave me alone. Feed me just enough to keep me alive. Come in, maybe tell me a story. Threaten me. But don’t touch me. Leave me far longer than you think you have to.

Eventually I will beg to be used again. I’ll beg and cry and tell you I’ll do anything. Not to escape, I’m broken past that. But for you to touch me. I’m so cold. When I can’t form words anymore, from cracked lips and isolation, I’ll just whimper and whine. Mumble when you come in.

This is where you get to have fun.

Months after, when I’m broken, you get to fix me.

I’m a rack of bones, my hair is matted and disgusting. No one would want me. But you get to groom me.

I cry when one day, you kneel down on the floor and touch me. I flinch first, but you stroke my neck, and down my back. You draw circles on my skin. I cry, because this is so nice. This is so different. Your voice is soft when you console me.

Little girl, sweetie. It’s okay. You’re going to be alright.

You promise that, if I come upstairs, and am a good girl for him, I never have to see the basement again. I get to be yours.

You bring me upstairs, I’m so frail I can barely stand. You half carry me up the stairs. When we’re upstairs, my eyes hurt from the light so bad I hide in your chest. It’s not a mistake that you’ve chosen a soft shirt.

Its a hot shower, to rinse all the dirt and grime off of me. You wash and wash and brush my hair until its mostly clean. And then into the tub, both of us. I moan at the hot water, and you chuckle and ask if I feel good. I just nod.

Your hands are soft on my scalp as you wash it again, and then conditioner that is so lovingly massaged into my hair. You shave me everywhere, have me sit up so he can get every inch of hair. Your hands feel nice as you massage soap into my skin.

You ask if I remember my name. My age. I have no answers. You make things up, they don’t sound right, but I can’t remember anyways. I can vaguely remember the fact that I had a life before… But I can’t remember details. I can vaguely remember that once you were bad, but don’t have the energy to care.

You say things that confuse me. You touch me, to make me feel good. My pussy, my breasts.

You dry me off, and I can’t recognize myself in the mirror. Hair longer than ever before, so so skinny. But its so nice, being touched. Having you brush product through my hair. Oil on my lips, cream on my skin.

I start crying, I beg not to be put in the basement.

You tell me how it is, how its going to be. It scares me a little.

Calls me baby, says I don’t have to go down there again. Only if I promise to be good, and do whatever you say. Says I’m going to have my own little cage, but don’t worry because its got a blanket. And if I’m really good I get to sleep with you, and cuddle, and be warm. Says I get to have my own collar, like a real animal. My own bowl, but this time its going to be clean. I get to suck your dick, which I liked doing. And he’s going to make me feel good. Calls me princess, but then pulls my hair. I yelp out. Threatens me that if I don’t do whatever he says, if I don’t say thank you when he gets frustrated and takes it out on me, if I can’t handle licking his ass and drinking his piss and call him Daddy and do anything you want? Then I thrown in the basement, and you get to ruin me until I get to be no good anymore. Until I go right in the garbage.

And he gives me a choice, option A or B?

I cry, say Daddy, please. The first, one. I promise to be good. I promise I’ll do whatever you want. Daddy please don’t put me down there. I don’t wanna be thrown out.

You tell me to open my mouth.

I do, without hesitation.

You spit in my mouth, a thick gob that makes me flinch, but only a little.

You tell me to swallow.

I do that too. There’s a growing part of me that wants to swallow whatever you give me.

You tell me to say thank you.

I do. Thank you, Daddy.

Then you call me good girl, which I really like.

You let go of my hair, and wrap your arms around me. I cling to you like I don’t want to let go.

You dress me in pigtails and a skimpy, sheer shirt. A plug goes in my butt, which I don’t whine about at all.

You tell me some time you’ll get me some nice, new clothes. Pretty bras and panties. Maybe some nice socks, I bet your feet are cold.

And eventually, its past a desperate need for survival and affection.

I actually love you.