We're going to play a game, My little bunny.
I know you're feeling conflicted as you read and rub your pathetic pussy to My words. So go ahead and try. It should give you a definitive answer.
If there's a full-length mirror in your room or bathroom, use it. If not, use your phone's selfie camera.
But not in any way. I want you to imagine there's a Man in the room. Your crush, your boss, your asshole acquaintance, your dad for the kinky ones, or Me if you've been dutifully rubbing to My blog. Imagine He's in the room, relaxing and coldly staring at you with a smirk, as you can't help but want to obey Him, to please Him, to humiliate yourself and objectify yourself for Him.
Bend over when you take off your panties, take your time removing your top and make that fabric pull on your tits and nipples before letting those puppies bounce free.
Run your hands on your little body. Yes, little: tall, short, curvy or thin, you're still small and soft and weak and fragile in front of Me. Don't be afraid.
Now, I want you to walk over to that mirror.
I want you to caress and grope yourself. Look at yourself. Your feminine shape, your tits that only exist to entice a Man and feed His babies, your breedable hips and ass that signal how fertile you are and how healthy the children you'll bear for a Man will be, your dainty shoulders and collarbones and arms.
Imagine Me towering over you, standing behind you and running My big strong hand all over your womanly body. Grope yourself and imagine it. Play with those tits, caress your hair, your arms, thighs, belly, hips and ass. You were made soft, weak and pliant, for Me who's hard, strong and domineering.
You have a literal cockhole between your legs, easily accessible, always eager to get wet and make a cock feel good. Nature made you the best fleshlight and cum dump: your pussy evolved for the sole purpose of being as pleasurable as possible for cock, to drain as much cum as possible from My balls.
Your silly "priorities" and consent don't matter: I could rape you and that cocksleeve would eventually get wet and start to clench on Me.... perhaps even harder than during whatever self-respecting sex you used to have. Remember what happens when you're edged out or cumming your brains out: your pussy desperately clenches on nothing, desperate for a cock to please and milk. Your pleasure only serves Mine. Your pleasure's sole purpose is to entrench the fact that you're made to please Me, and to make you more docile, obedient and dumber.
Your womb is so eager to fulfill its purpose that one drop of My cum is enough for you to conceive and grow heavy with My child, for your whole body and life to change. Rape and sex are the same thing for your body. You're made to be taken, to be used, to be bred, to be claimed.
So grope your whore body, and consider all of this. Just look at yourself. A set of three cockholes to bring different types of pleasure to cock, and a soft dumb little brain that's made to obey and be brainwashed into whatever your owner desires.
Take your time. Enjoy yourself.
And face the truth: aren't you just a stupid fucktoy and breeding bitch?
You were silly to think you could ever be anything else.
But I'm not done with you, angel.
Now that we've reminded you of your purpose. I want you to stick your tongue out and drool. Shake your tits at the mirror. Yes, like those internet sluts you've denounced so many times. Slap those whore udders and pinch your nipples. Jump and shake them. Look how dumb and slutty you immediately become. It makes you feel good and right and fuzzy to objectify yourself for a Man.
Turn around and grope your slutty ass, that ass that's made to take a good pounding. Arch that back and spread those cheeks to see your cock holes. Tease them with your fingers from behind. Aren't you just the perfect sex object? Look at those curves, look at the way that body twists and moves and offers itself under every angle. It's no wonder tight and revealing clothes look so good on you, no matter your insecurities. You can't help it. You were made to entice, to be enjoyed.
Shake your ass and spank yourself playfully, again and again. Twerk for Me, even if you've never tried before. It doesn't matter how ridiculous you feel. Put on a show for Me, just because I want it. Entertain Me. Entice Me into mounting you there and then.
Feel the mix of shame and arousal that grabs you, but also realize that you can't stop once you've imagined doing it for the entertainment of a Man who only sees you as prey and a potential personal plaything. You'll feel yourself shaking your ass harder at that thought. I want you to feel like a stripper, like a cheap tart, like a dumb ho...and I want you to realize that it feels so good and right, that you'd do anything that Man wants, that you actually regret not being able to properly twerk for His pleasure and get Him hard, that you wish He'd make you put that educated feminist ass to good use for once and learn how to do it.
Turn around and drop to your knees, facing the mirror.
Shake your udders and drool and rub that bitch slobber all over them. Rub that little cunt. It's wet, isn't it? And you want more. You're blank and just want to obey. No matter how embarrassing it is, it feels good. It feels right.
Look at yourself, with that tongue out and being such a needy, pathetic little dumb slut. Rub and repeat.
You're a pretty little personal sexdoll.
You're a three-holed cum dump.
You're a nasty, pathetic service whore.
You're whatever a Man wants.
Your purpose is to serve and please Men.
Now lick those whore juices off your fingers. Make a lewd show out out of it. For Me.
And use them to confess to Me exactly what you felt when doing all of this.
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