Women Are Objects

I didn’t know for the longest time that I was a sadist. In fact, in the vanilla world I am the furthest thing from what people would imagine as a dominant or sadist. Ok, maybe not the furthest thing but people are generally surprised when they find out. As I’ve discovered and explored my sadistic tendencies over the last 6 or 7 years I’ve learned that there are generally two types of masochists. I’m going to write about them as women because that is who I have experience with but I imagine that male masochists fall along the same lines. And I know that these aren’t absolutes and there are shades of gray and some people will identify with both. 

The first type of masochists are the women who love pain. They get a gleam in their eye when they see the wartenberg wheel or the flogger come out. They love the feel of the adrenaline as it courses through their system and anticipate the dopamine rush. They are fun to play with and will often try to push the boundaries in order to get more of what they love. 

The second type are those that need the pain. Many of them do not love it and, instead of excitement, fear is written upon their faces before the session starts. They shake and sometimes cry but want the session all the same because they often need the fear as much as the pain. It fills up an emptiness within them and sets them free in a way they don’t normally find. To be honest, these are the women I love because I’m not a sadist who loves to hurt somebody but, on some level, needs to hurt somebody and as much as I enjoy hurting somebody who loves it, I crave hurting somebody who needs it. It feels as though we are nourishing each other’s souls on the most fundamental level. Aftercare is always amazing because of the sense of shared space and the communion that just occurred. 

Sometimes, He wants a filthy whore who gets loud and talks back, other times He wants to be quietly serviced before He goes to bed, He'll request a little strip show and make me embarrassingly dance for Him, and occasionally He'll push me down to my knees and want me to crawl and beg to please Him, stripping me of any dignity I thought I had along the way.

I stay as fluid as water for Him, eager to do anything that's asked of me.

Some of you have never attached clothes pins to your nipples. Some of you are nervous of it – you're afraid the pain will be too intense. That's okay, but this must be addressed, so we're going to take it one step at a time.

First, obviously, you're going to need some clothes pins. (In future you'll need a great many stashed near your bed, but for today two will suffice.)

Test that they're not excessively strong by attaching them to the skin between your thumb and forefinger. The grip should be unquestionably firm, but they shouldn't snap shut like a bear trap. Also check for sharp edges due to wear or manufacturing faults.

Once you've selected two pins, it's time to get hot and horny, which I doubt will be difficult for a needy slut like you...

Take off all your clothes, and lay on top of your bed sheets. This isn't a moment for modesty, I want you exposed and vulnerable. Watch the porn you like (particularly that involving nipple torture) or whatever it is you do when you get dirty, all the while playing with your pussy and your nipples.

And consider what I would do to you and your poor nipples if you found yourself as my captive...

Bound spread-eagle, I, beside you, showing you the clamps that I have at my disposal, various shapes and sizes, each more daunting than the last – I inform you that you're now my helpless torture-slut, and you won't be getting away until I've satiated my desire to make you suffer. I lightly stroke your nipples and they grow hard, you can't help it, they stand to attention in anticipation what's to come, inviting it. Then you feel it, the first bite of little metal teeth sinking into your tender flesh, then the pinching as I slowly allow the clamp to close on you. Then the other, a thin chain connecting the two clamps. You're gasping, but it's only beginning. The thin chain I begin to pull, intently watching the expression of you face as it betrays the ever greater intensity of your predicament...

...and etc.

Keep going.

When you get close to the edge, the time has come – put the pins on. Quickly, but precisely. One then the other. No hesitation.

Good, we've achieved our goal. But, no. This is only the beginning...

Play with your cunt, and with your other hand, experiment with manipulating the attached pins and see how the sensation changes. Flick them up and down. Pull on them. Twist them. Don't stop playing with your cunt the whole time.

If you find yourself close to the edge, I want you to go over it. That's not permission, it's a command. Keep playing with the pegs with one hand, make them hurt and cum through the pain.

...

eating His ass while He works from home, sitting at His desk with his pants off, taking calls and sending emails, occasionally taking His hand and pushing my head deeper between His asscheeks without thinking about it 😍💘🤤

eating His ass while He has His meals, licking and pushing my tongue deep into His asshole while He enjoys the food i prepared for Him from scratch, and i enjoy a healthy helping of His ass 😍💘🤤

eating His ass while He plays video games, sucking and slurping and licking His asshole as He laughs and jokes with His friends while He plays, while i struggle to breathe as He sits on my face comfortably 🥰💘🤤

eating His ass as He watches porn, letting His entire ass cover my face, licking and tasting Him while He’s thinking of fucking other cunts, moaning in the joys of being allowed to worship His asshole with my mouth 🥰💘🤤

eating His ass while He fucks another cunt, hearing Him grunt and moan while He gets ready to cum in her ass, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into His ass, happy to be able to help Him feel pleasure 🥰💘🤤

Dedicate yourself

Don’t make a little effort. Don’t do just enough. Do everything for Him with the dedication and joy this cunt shows, including reaming his hole.

Domestic advice

I want someone to hurt me. I like pain, yes. But it's knowing that someone *wants* to hurt me, that my pain arouses them, that they are pleased by my suffering. That's the sexiest thing.

Tell me that I make cute noises when you hit me.

Tell me that my tears make turn you on.

Tell me that I'm so pretty when I'm afraid.

Sometimes, pin me down or tie me up so that I can't escape the torture.

Sometimes command me to take it using my own discipline to stay still.

Give me the opportunity to prove my devotion by suffering for you.

God, I want to hear this.

On your knees, sniffling, fearful, but hungry for approval - knowing that holding back makes you just like all the others… but saying take me, use me, hurt me - do what you want with me - makes you special.

The gift of your suffering. A precious gift, that you give freely.

kneeling facing door with mouth open and tongue out

Lying back on sofa with legs spread and buttplug twinkling

Or

Ready to serve his evening drink.

Saw some other cunt’s list and thought I’d make my own. Some of this is kinda nasty, some of it is down right sweet... just like me 😉

1. Force me to eat off of the floor in front of you (bonus if others are around).

2. After being plugged I want to be fucked while I am forced to keep the plug in my mouth. Punish me if it comes out.

3. Slap me over and over across the face until I can no longer take it. I want the tears.

4. Feed me those tears.

5. Force me to remove my clothes and makeup and wet my hair in front of someone so I feel stripped down- bonus if you’ve made me dress up and do my make up unknowingly just for this occasion.

6. Point my insecurities out- negatively comment on each of them as I get fingered and forced to cum.

7. Drip the cum out of the condom we just used all over my face, take pictures and tell me I’m pretty.

8. Make me lick your ass, but don’t let me lick your cock.

9. Make me model all my new clothing for you. Tell me what I’m allowed to keep.

10. Fall asleep with your cock inside me, I want to wake up to you jacking off with the tip still in my cunt.

11. Jack off while you watch porn, straight on to my face. Don’t even look at me or talk to me.

12. Fuck my face until I puke. Make me lick it up.

13. Make me drink a bunch of milk with food coloring in it so I puke a lot and it looks crazy. Bonus if I can mix a banana in so it smells really good when I explode.

14. Tell me I’m not allowed to wear panties. If you do want me to wear them occasionally make me go to the bathroom when you say, take them off and put them in my mouth. Make me keep that gag in to keep me quiet while we’re out.

15. Spit in my eyes and don’t let me wipe it.

16. Write horrible things across my body. Make me masturbate in front of you while you record me getting off while being humiliated.

17. Eat your meals off of me. Let my stomach grumble. Tease me with a teeny tiny bite. Balance your drink on my back. I can be a perfect table.

18. Write lists of chores for me to do for you around your house. Let me do them cuffed, ankles attached to a spreader bar. Watch me struggle while you slow stroke your cock.

19. Throw in random rules for the day. Like I must edge every half hour. So in the middle of conversation I just have to pull my pants down and edge.

20. Punish me with soap on my tongue. Punish me with hot sauce on my tongue. I will cry.

21. Make me cum until I cry.

22. Punch me like a punching bag. Tell me it’s my fault.

23. Make me tell you every time I get wet, make fun of me for being so needy.

24. Make me hold myself wide open after you fuck me and take pix of how gaped you’ve made my holes.

25. Let’s play a game. I won’t move or make a noise. If I do - you beat me. I’m your doll!

26. When I talk about feminism to you, unzip your pants. Shove your cock in my mouth. Make me keep talking, mumbled around your cock. Laugh at me.

27. Hook your fingers in my nose, hook your fingers in my mouth. Tell me it makes me look prettier.

28. Have me sit in the shower. Piss all over me. Jack off on my body while I tell you dirty things. Leave me there to clean myself up.

29. Let me rub my cunt against your knee or your boot.

30. Make me wear my buttplug out to remind me of you.

31. Make me ask for permission to use the bathroom - deny it sometimes

32. Make me repeat after you, horrible degrading things about myself.

33. Pretty please feed me drugs, medicine, alcohol... then rape my drowsy or passed out holes.

34. Choke me until I black out. Multiple times in a row.

35. Make me wait by the door for you. Face down, ass up, spread and ready. Bring a friend home to use my holes.

36. Tie me up and throw me in the trunk. Make me feel worried and claustrophobic. Make me freak the fuck out.

37. Make me talk about wanting to fuck my father or Trump or someone else awful as you fuck me.

38. Make me talk about wanting to be raped as you fuck me.

39. Fuck random parts of my body (between my thighs or tied up arms for example).

40. Put a bag over my head. Tie it tight around my neck. Watch me struggle.

41. Make me listen to hypno files on repeat. Slowly finger my holes as I do or keep a vibe on my clit.

42. Be nice to me. Shove my head under water. Fuck me. Pull me up and give me lots of kisses. Put me back in the water.

43. Make me stretch my holes and then tell me about how you need a tighter girl.

44. When I’m sad for any reason, shove your cock in me and tell me my problems don’t matter.

There are sluts, fuckpigs, princesses, rope bunnies, maids and good, traditional wives. And more.

I have recieved many questions about how my husband and I “happened” upon this lifestyle….

My Husband and I use to parent together; like two co-pilots…. yet, our eldest son (now almost8) was constantly misbehaving. Every doctor/specialist we took him too gave us a different diagnosis. I had read every article and book written on the subject, attended seminars, but nothing I ever learned would work longer than a couple of days. We were confused and frustrated; spending every night lamemting as to why we could not get our son to behave and stop throwing temper tantrums. My husband had always told me that our son wasn’t the problem and it was us, but I always disagreed, believing I was parenting our son correctly. My husband was correct, it was us…. Our son would become overwhelmed extremely easily and have a melt-down. We learned that he was doing so because he had two different authority figures to answer to and he was becoming overwhelmed and acting out in frustration as a result. It was then decided that my husband should be the sole authority figure. Our son responded surprisingly well and our new approach has worked exponentially!

This may seem like BS to some, but it was true. We tried many different forms or parenting until we realized that my indirect disobedience towards my husband was teaching our children to be the same way. We changed our realtionship and lifestyle and our family has not been happier.