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I want to make you tell me about your mental battles.
I want to make you let yourself be totally vulnerable with me.
I want to make you see the strength and beauty in that vulnerability.
I want to make you cuddle up to me when tears run down your cheeks.
I want to make you seek the comfort and closeness of my protective arms when anxiety creeps up on you.
I want to make you see what I see when I look at you and believe me it will be a painful journey but you will like the destination.
I want to make you tell me all your little secrets, especially the ones you never really thought you’d tell anyone.
I want to make you feel ugly and worthless during sex and beautiful and valuable during every other activity or passivity.
I want to make you accept you place under my wing.
I want to make you pregnant many times.
I want to make you realize your destiny as wife, mother and life partner on your knees, under me and at my side.
I want to make you kiss my feet and love me for it.
I want to make you kiss my feet and love yourself for it.
I want to make you proud of you, me and us.
I want to make you feel beautiful and cherished.
I want to make you accept my discipline.
I want to make you accept your place in my home and in the world.
I want to make you build a loving family with me.
I want to make you mine.
Surrender to me.
You are not perfect, I am not perfect (you should probably suppress that second thought and only think of it when I really fuck up). Together we might come close to perfection anyway. If not we still have each other.
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Loud and violent is not control, it is insecurity. True confidence is calm and measured. True control does not need to be performative, it is quiet and confident. Those that belong to me chose to do so because I earned that right.
True submission means he doesn’t have to ask you. You just know how he likes things and you are proactive in your service. You take the initiative to make his life easier.
It helps when you have protocols and routines though.
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While I do enjoy some misogyny kink sprinkled into my relationship, I don't want my partner to submit to me just because I am a man and her a woman. Nobody else gets to treat her like I treat her, that is for me alone. And there's something almost whimsical to that, magical even.
I'll enforce her place, institutionalize her degradation in our relationship, break in her mind and body into her role beneath me, and help her adjust and accept her inferiority to me— internalize it even— and be proud to be my property. Every act of obedience will feel like love. Every act of service will feel like peace. Every act of submission will feel like home. Every act of suffering for me will feel like comfort and reassurance. Every act of pleasing me will feel like pleasure.
Nobody else may dare lay a finger or a word out of place in her direction, I'll see to it that anyone who tries to swiftly regrets it. I am the only one who will ever get to do as I please with her and it's an honor and a privilege that I alone have earned and will enjoy. To me she is my property, to everyone else she is their peer. Everyone else to her is her peer. But me? I am her god.
The Silent Auction. She had never been bought before. The girl squirms in her cage as a woman unlocks it, slowly guiding her out.
“Did I… get sold…?” The young girl asks the woman. “Yes, you did. We’re going to deliver you now.” Her heart leaps in her chest. “Really?! Ah, uh… how much was I…?” The mistress cuts her off. “You don’t have to worry about that. Come with me and we’ll get you ready.”
A few ribbons tied around her body, a sprinkle of perfume, and a blindfold. After a long drive, the woman leads her by the hand into the house. “Thanks for dropping her off so soon.” A man’s voice makes her shiver. “Our pleasure. Thank you for your purchase.” A bit of idle chatter. In the darkness of her blindfold, she can only listen. The woman leaves. A long pause as she hears him approach.
Walking around her in circles, he carefully checks the girl’s body. Every bit of her is just as when she was on display. She winces and bites her lip as his hands roam across her skin. The ribbons are removed. The girl has never felt so naked. He inspects her mouth, easing two fingers between her lips. Finally, the man breaks his silence.
“Perfect.” She lets out a soft gasp, breathing into his hand. The man strokes her cheek and slowly lifts her blindfold. Her eyes fall on him for the first time. Oh… He’s so handsome… The girl’s doe eyes are wide with fear. Her greatest anxiety is relieved by his comforting smile. So much older than I expected… His greying hair and tangled laugh lines surround bright, youthful eyes. He looks… kind…
“Come along, let me give you the tour.” The man wipes his fingers off and takes her by the hand. The home is beautiful. Old wood floors, tasteful furniture, and a massive window looking out towards the mountains. She gawks at the enormous space. “This is the kitchen. I like to cook, so you don’t need to worry about that. You’ll just be cleaning.”
He leads her to the bedroom. A king size bed sits along a central wall. “This is where we sleep. You’ll take care of laundry and such as well.” Her toes curl. Where we sleep. The man opens up a closet, showing off an almost empty hanger. “This is where you can keep your clothes. This is all you’ll need for now.” He takes the single garment off the rack. A simple black apron, with a bit of white lace.
After dinner she slips into the only piece of clothing she owns. The man watches her exposed back and bare bum as she washes the dishes. Little flecks of dish soap and water land on her apron. He can see her pussy when she bends over to pick up a dropped towel. Finishing her chore, the girl joins him on the couch.
“May I sit… sir?” Her voice warbles, barely able to say the honorific. “In a moment. I want to inspect you.” The girl blushes beet red. He rests his hand on her hip and turns her around, lightly pulling her bum towards him. Two fingers stroke along her thigh gap. The man feels her cunt, runs a finger along her slit. Rubbing his fingertips together he feels the girl’s wetness. He touches her ass, checks her clit, strokes her smooth skin. “Perfect.”
The slave joins him in the shower. Following his instructions, she pours liquid soap over her chest. Pressing her tits against his body, the girl begins to rub. Bubbles and foam run down her stomach. The girl rubs her tummy against his thigh. She uses her pussy to wash his hands. Soft and slippery, she cleans her master. They rinse off, and the slave dries him off with a towel. Through the fluffy fabric, she feels his heavy cock grow in her hand.
“What would you like me to do now?” He sits on the bed as she presents herself to him. “I’ll inspect you again.” The girl bends over. Her ass twitches as he touches her. Strands of her cum stick to her thighs, her pussy flushed bright pink. “You’re wetter than before.” The man says idly. “I – uh, thank you? Sir?” Having completed the inspection, he lays down on the bed.
“Areyougoingtohavesexwithme.” The nervous question spills from her lips. He gives her a soft chuckle. “Oh, eventually. You don’t need to worry about that, slave.” Her eyes widen. Slave. The first time he’s called her that. Her new reality crashes in on her. With a sudden gasp, she starts to rub at her pussy. “Hey. Cut that out. Never without permission.” The girl’s jaw drops. “Oh! I’m sorry… I didn’t know.”
“If you don’t know, then ask. Understood?” The man climbs under the sheets. She slowly joins him. “Yes… sir? Master? Owner?” He wraps his arms around her. “Any are fine… unless we have guests. You call them sir or ma’am, and you’ll only call me master, then.” The girl nods as he turns out the light. “Good job asking. You’re doing well.” The man can feel her tremble in his arms. “Thank you master… good night…”
The slave barely sleeps. She would toss and turn, but she doesn’t want to disturb her new owner. Her needy cunt reminds her of its presence with warm tingles. The girl would do anything to rub herself. Finally, she dozes off.
“Good morning, slave.” Her eyes creak open to see the man dressed and standing before her. As she climbs out of bed, he points to the sheets. “Looks like you’ll have to do laundry today.” In the night, the girl’s wet pussy left a faint streak on the fabric. The slave is embarrassed but slips on her apron and attends to her task.
The master inspects his property throughout the day. In the morning, they’re only little checks. A quick grope of her pussy to see if she’s wet. The girl always is. Her hips wiggle as he inspects her, trying to get a moment of pleasure out of his touch. In the afternoon, his inspections are more thorough. Bending her over fully, his thumbs push against her pussy lips - opening up her hole for him. A single droplet of cum runs out from her slit.
The next morning, she wakes up before him. Her head rests against his shoulder. The slave takes a moment to admire his rugged features. She tries to guess how much older he is. Twenty years? Twenty five? At least double her age. The girl steals a peek under the sheets. His hard morning wood points up at her. Instinctively she goes to touch it, then herself. Her hand pulls back with neither reward.
“I have a question.” He’s finished his morning workout. She sits behind him, massaging his back. “Yes, slave?” Her title still makes her nerves go haywire. “I… uhm… how much did you… pay for me…?” The man gently rests his hand on her thigh. “You really don’t need to worry about that. The important thing is that you’re mine.” She gives him an obedient nod. “Alright, thank you for the massage. Bend over, it’s inspection time.”
The dinner party. Her master had been cooking all day, whistling as he attends to the ingredients. Slipping into her new clothing, the girl checks on him. “I’m fine, slave. Go wait in the bedroom until our guests are here.” She returns to the room and sits on the bed. The girl stares at herself in the mirror. Her new lingerie hides nothing. The harness-like bra has open cups, letting her breasts hang free. The crotchless panties only draw attention to her bare pussy.
Through the door, she can hear the guests arrive. The group chatters and enjoys appetizers. Her owner’s voice booms out through the laughter. “Alright, I’ll go get her!” The slave’s stomach ties itself in knots. He slowly opens the bedroom door and holds out his hand. “Come, slave. My friends want to meet you.”
“Ah! She’s gorgeous!” A woman cheers as the slave steps into the living room. “Oh wow, I can see why you paid so much for her.” The girl’s head spins as she surveys the crowd. A half dozen people stare at her. “I know, she’s perfect, I just had to have her.” The master wraps her in a hug. His arms brush against her bare chest, his hands slide upwards and cup her breasts. “Go ahead and take a closer look.”
The group chats among themselves as the slave stands at attention. His guests approach her one by one, admiring her young body. They stroke their hands through her hair, along her back, up her thigh. The group inspects her wet pussy, now soaking into the straps of her crotchless underwear. One man lightly touches her clit and the girl’s knees buckle. Catching herself, she whimpers. “Thank you… sir…”
Everybody sits down for dinner. The girl eats out of a bowl, kneeling next to her owner. They talk about her as they eat. “Mine sleeps in a cage. You treat her too good, she’ll forget she’s a slave.” A woman protests. “I think it’s sweet! Letting her sleep in the bed makes her more loyal.” Another man tells her joke. “She’s certainly loyal. Her cunt was soaked.” Her master laughs. “Still is, too.” A quick pat down of her pussy and he shows the group his wet fingers.
After the meal, she slips on her apron and clears the table. They drink wine and talk loudly as she washes the dishes. Her mind buzzes as she scrubs. Finishing her task, she slowly creeps back into the dining room. “All done, master.” She says politely during a break in the conversation. “Ah, good. Come here, slave. Sit on the table and lie back.” The group moves the wine bottles and glasses to the side as she moves into position.
“I can’t get over how fucking hot she is.” The woman slurs her words, sipping from her glass. “Neither can I. She’s perfect.” Her master pushes open her legs. The slavegirl’s gaze spins around the table. Everyone can see her. The crowd loves the night’s entertainment. His familiar fingers toy with her pussy, checking carefully. Wet and needy, she stains his fingers with her cum.
An unfamiliar touch. She feels something warm and heavy between her legs. Sprawled out on the dinner table, the girl looks downwards. Her master’s cock rubs against her slit.
“Oh.” One hard thrust and she feels him bury his cock in her cunt. “AH! Master!” The girl shudders and squirms. Her wild eyes look around at the guests. “Fuck! Ah! Stop!” The group laughs at her pathetic whimpering. “Stop! Stop! Stop!” Her hips twitch and she arches her back. Loud whimpers and desperate begging. The slave cums on her master’s cock.
“You forget your place.” The master grips her bare tits, forcing himself deeper. “You’re mine. My sex slave.” Her heels kick helplessly against his back. “Oh – yes! AH! I’m your sex slave! Oh, God, everyone’s looking! Please stop!” She makes the mistake of looking down at his cock thrusting in and out of her soaked pussy. Her orgasm continues. “Yes! Ah! Fuck me, master! Fuck me~”
Everybody laughs. They’re laughing at me. The girl’s fingers claw at her owner’s chest. “No more no more no more…” More laughter. They’re laughing at me. Her legs lock around him, pulling him deeper. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me…” The master’s hands squeeze around her neck. “Master, break me, fuck your little slave…”
Her body twists, her eyes meet the woman who complemented her earlier. Breathing deeply through her nostrils, the girl can’t look away. “I’m his sex slave…” She whimpers to the stranger. The woman gives her a condescending nod. “Mmhm, that’s right.” She feels her master’s cock thump inside her pussy. “I’m his sss…” She starts to cum again.
The man carefully breaks in his new toy. Brief outbursts of crying and fighting are followed by manic begging. The group watches every detail. Finally, the girl lies face down on the table. He ruts into her limp body. “Who do you belong to?” The man asks, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. “You. Master.” She drools on the table. “Imyersexslave…” He breeds her cunt. She slumps to the floor. They pour some more wine.
“Have a good night!” He waves his guests goodbye. Returning to the dining room, he finds his slave missing. Taking a few wine glasses from the table, the man enters the kitchen. She’s wearing her apron, washing glasses and putting bottles in the recycling. The master puts the cups next to the sink. The slave dips her hands into the warm water.
“Thanks for taking care of those, slave.” The girl smiles at him. “My pleasure, master.” He leans against the counter, watching her bum wiggle as she attends to the glasses. After a few minutes of silence, he steps in close. Groping her ass, his fingers slip down to her cum-filled pussy. The slave sticks her butt out. The master inspects her as she washes the dishes.
Anal not because it feels better, or because it's tighter. No, darling, all your holes are fucking perfect. Anal because it's uncomfortable and hurts a little and barely gives you any physical pleasure and makes you feel like a disgusting, used little toy. Anal because it's so humiliating and dehumanizing it unlocks that primal instinct buried deep in your subconscious that makes you revert into a pathetic, wounded prey animal. Anal because it's the best way to break your stupid empty brain and helps me mold you into the dumb, violated, perfect little object I want you to be.
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Anal training on your bratty sub because they don't deserve your cock in their cunt and they don't deserve to be bred, no cum for you little one, it's time to take care of your other tight hole until you say sorry, does it hurt? Ohh what a pity, I don't care, take it all, slut.
inside thought but i wanna be someone’s doll/maid/trophy wife fr. keep me naked at home, dress me up for when we go out. show me off. make me the object of all your desires. tell me how i’m supposed to act, what im not allowed to say, what and when im allowed to eat, if im allowed to talk to certain people, how you want me to please you, how you want me to be when you fuck me, all of it. make me your toy. show me off and let people play with me if you’re feeling like sharing. do things that make me tick in public, just to see if i’ll be a good doll. i wanna submit and forget how to think for myself. make me get my hair/nails done when you want. tell me to clean your house and put me in a slutty maid costume with nothing else on and fuck me in every room when i do a good job in them. i wanna be made to cum when i don’t get immediately wet. punish me for the bad things i do and make me a cum drunk slut obsessed with u.
I support girls becoming prostitutes, strippers, and porn actresses
I support girls letting go of their choices to let men make their decisions
I support girls deciding to be sex objects
These can all be difficult life transitions for any young woman. If you’re going through one of these stages in your life, or you’re considering taking the first steps, just know that someone is here to support and encourage you.
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Some guys like their bitches to be a bit feral. To provide a little fight before they get fucked. I prefer a docile, well trained and easy going cunts. The ones that know their place.
