I am what I am

Make me hump your shoe. Spit on me, call me a stupid disgusting cunt who's so desperate to cum that she'll hump a shoe. Slap my face while I cum. When I'm finished cumming, shove me onto the floor, grab my hair and make me lick your shoe until its clean.

Make me beg you to spit on my face only for you to tell me that I don't even deserve your spit.

Call me names like pathetic fuckhole and worthless slut and then mock me for getting wet. To add to the degradation, make me humiliate myself for you. Revel in how embarrassed I sound when I call myself a 3 holed fucktoy and a filthy rapewhore.

Force me to beg to be raped. Then blindfold me, gag me, tie me up and leave the house. Return in the middle of the night with your friends and let them rape me over and over. Tell me that you’re not gonna let them stop, until I beg for them to stop but since I can’t talk, they can’t stop so I have to let my holes be abused until the next morning when your friends are satisfied and no longer have use for me.

Make me thank you after for using my holes. Tell me that you could've used any other cunt’s holes but you chose mine and I should be grateful for that.

Make me write derogatory terms on my body and make me go out in skimpy clothes so that everyone knows what a whore I am.

Tie a vibrator to me during my online classes and make me leave my mic on so my professor and my classmates hear me getting my cunt edged over and over. If you get horny when I’m in class, bend me over my desk and fuck me and let everyone hear.

Make me call you daddy no matter where we are and who we're with.

Talk down to me in front of my college friends who I act like I'm better than. Let them see me in my proper place as an owned fucktoy who can’t make a decision of her own so they lose all respect for me, I don't need respect anyway.

Make me beg to be abused. Force me to describe the ways I want you to rape me. Record it and play it to me whenever I want to pretend that I have dignity.

Choke me until I pass out/drug me and use my holes when I'm unconscious. Film yourself using me like a rapetoy. Show it to me when I wake up while you make me hump your thigh.

Take pictures and videos of all the depraved things that I do/say. Keep them as blackmail. Threaten to send them to my parents, friends, school administration and coworkers.

Keep me leashed/chained at all times. If you're watching TV, keep my leash in your hand while I sit at your feet, use it to pull me to your cock when you want it sucked. When you're working, chain me to your desk so you have your stress toy in close reach whenever you need it.

Make me wear a plug at all times so my ass is always ready to be used.

Use me when I'm sleeping. Make me wake up with a load of your cum in me. Force me to fuck you as soon as you wake up because you didn't get to use me properly when I was asleep, because you prefer when I fight back.

Slap me around just because you feel like it. Manhandle me, slam me against walls, use my hair to pull me to you. Remind me that I am weak and that you’re the one in charge because of your strength.

Mark me constantly to remind me that I belong to you. Leave bruises on my face, hickeys on my neck, belt prints on my ass, never let me cover them up.

Use a fleshlight and tell me that it's a better fuck than my cunt and the only reason why you waste your time on my holes is because you can abuse me until I cry and that makes you harder.

Make me wear dildo gags underneath my mask whenever we go out because it keeps me quiet so you don’t have to hear my stupid thoughts.

Fuck my ass with no lube. Tell me that you want it to hurt and I have no choice but to take the pain because it's your body and your holes to use as you please. Good girls suffer.

Whenever you want to punish me, ignore my cunt. Put a piece of duct tape over it and pretend it's not there. Threaten to never touch my clit, fuck my cunt or let me touch myself again if I don't behave and let you treat me however you want. Fuck my ass alone for the duration of my punishment. I can't come from anal so throughout my entire punishment, I won't have any pleasure.

Whenever I start to talk too much, slap me across the face. Remind me that you don't care about what I have to say.

Change my wardrobe. Throw out all my conservative clothes and replace it with skimpy shorts, miniskirts and dresses, crop tops and low cut shirts. Switch out my sneakers for stilettos. Tell me that this how you want me to dress so this is all I'm gonna wear and from now on you're in charge of choosing and buying all my clothes.

Never let me wear panties and never let me leave the house without a vibrator in my cunt. Force orgasms out of me in the worst situations and places. Then drag me to the nearest alley or dark corner, slam me against the wall and fuck my cunt even though we're in public. Make me walk around with your cum dripping down my leg.

Grope me whenever you feel like. Slap my ass whenever I walk in front of you. Pull my tits out of my shirt in public. Bend me over the hood of your car and raise my skirt to inspect my cunt, if I'm wet, finger fuck me right there. If I'm not wet, finger fuck me dry and tell me I deserve it for not being wet for you, then don't let me cum because I wasn't wet and good girls are always wet.

Objectify me. Stare at my tits whenever I talk. Tell me that I'm nothing but three fuckholes and 2 tits. Make me bounce my tits up and down to amuse you. Don't use my name, only call me toy or doll. Dress me in slutty clothes and show me off to your friends.

Remind me that my worth comes from how well I please men. That without men, my cunt would just be an empty hole and I would be nothing. That what gives me my value is how much men use me, how good my cunt is, whether I can take entire cocks down my throat without choking, if I let men fuck my ass. That if I want to be important I need to let men take what the want from me, if they want to rape me, I shouldn't resist unless they want me to. If they grope me, I'm supposed to be welcoming and appreciative of it. That I'm supposed to be open and willing to suck the cock of any man because my job as a fucktoy is to please men.

Humiliate me in front of your friends. Bring them over to play video games. Keep me naked and chained by your feet. Make me suck your dick and cum all over my face. Make me keep it there and tell me that I look prettier that way. Call me a stupid whore and let your friends insult me too. Offer my holes to them. Let them inspect my cunt and ass before they use me. Let them cum all over me and leave me there.

Condition me into being a depraved whore for your attention and your touch then ridicule me everyday for liking when you abuse me. Make me ashamed of the person I am. Tell me that I'm fucked up and disgusting, and that you don't know if you can stay with me because of how much of a stupid disgusting whore I am. Force me to do even more depraved things for you, so that you won't leave and then repeat the cycle.

Make me say mantras everyday that force to me to be aware of my position as your whore. Whenever I try to think, remind me that good fuckholes think with their cunts, not their brains. That I don't need to think or have opinions because you make all my choices for me and you know what's best.

I need to find a man to impose these rules on me. We tell you to surrender. Sometimes directly, sometimes in subtle ways. You wonder what it really means. How do you let Men win. How do you truly surrender. After all, you’re so tired of resisting. So tired of fighting.Here’s how.

Surrender your own style. Your style is ‘sexy.’ Not goth, or punk, or chic, or professional. Hot. Show off your body. Wear makeup. You have no style or fashion sense, just parts to expose and reveal.

Surrender your opinion. This can feel optional. It isn’t. If a man says something you think is wrong, agree with it. If a man says something you think is right, agree as well. Agreement doesn’t have to be enthusiastic, just permanent. Nod your head whenever Men speak.

Surrender your will. Do as you’re told. Get coffee, suck cock, make copies, leave the room, kneel, put on a collar, slap yourself in the face. Whatever it is, do it instantly. If you can’t do it instantly, apologize. If you don’t know how to do something, admit you’re not smart enough and get help.

Surrender the word ‘No.’ Forget it. It doesn’t exist for you.

Surrender your pride. Never compete with a man and never feel proud of your accomplishments. You have value only in the pleasure you provide. Accept that you’re not good enough and you’re not pretty enough and you’re not smart.

Surrender your name. Do everyone know you as Jennifer or Rebecca or Mrs. Smith? Call yourself Jenni with an “i” or answer only to ‘bitch’ or ‘slut.’ Don’t give your full name and don’t answer to it. You have a silly stripper’s name, a child’s name. Don’t be taken seriously.

Surrender your ambition. Are you getting a degree? Quit. Are you up for a promotion? Stop trying. Are you looking for work? Look for a husband instead. The highest level you can hope to achieve is being a good girl.

Surrender your limits. Did you have hard limits on posting pics? Anal sex? BDSM? Do you always negotiate a safe word? You have no limits anymore. Surrender them. Let others decide if you need thresholds or boundaries. It’s not up to you.

Surrender your interests. No more reading books, no more reading magazines, no more learning about politics or ideas. Read texts, look at pictures. No more hobbies. Surrender the part of you that wants to learn and express yourself. No one cares what you think or what you can do. Give up.

She looks beautiful. His longtime sweetheart always dressed cute, but today she looked obviously sexy. A short skirt to show off her smooth legs, and a tight shirt to show off her nipple piercings. The girl gives him a romantic kiss. “Happy birthday, love.” He can feel her heart pounding as she hugs him. His partner is nervous, even if she doesn’t show it.

The girl turns, skipping off into their house. Her miniskirt flashes a tiny red thong as she scampers to the living room. He puts away his jacket and shoes before following her. “So I was thinking for dinner tonight…” The young man freezes in the doorway. His girlfriend grins at him, half-guilty, half-excited.

She’s sitting in a stranger’s lap. Her small frame is dwarfed by the man, holding her in his arms. He’s clearly in the midst of groping her. One hand squeezes his girlfriend’s soft thigh, the other is down the front of her shirt. “Ah… I’m not hungry yet…” She whimpers as the man fondles her. “…I’m actually really horny…”

His jaw hangs open as he watches the man slip his fingers under her red thong. His short grey beard kisses his girlfriend’s neck. “Don’t worry, kid. I’ll take care of her. You relax.” She’s putty in his hands. The young man is almost at a loss for words. His partner knows just what to say. “Ugh, thank you. I need some really good dick.” Both their hard cocks press against their pants. One gets satisfaction.

The birthday boy slowly steps closer as she unzips the older man’s fly. He awkwardly tries to hide his erection when he sees how big the man is. The girl wastes no time wrapping her lips around the stranger’s cock. She sucks enthusiastically, trying to fit as much of him inside her mouth as possible. Deepthroating her boyfriend is easy, deepthroating this man is impossible.

Their visitor pulls off her sexy red thong. “Hang onto this for me, kid.” The boy is shocked when the man grabs his face. He tastes his girlfriend’s wet pussy when the man shoves her underwear in his mouth. The girl happily bobs her head up and down on his cock. She remembers her cue. “I’m so excited to get fucked by a real man.” Slobber coats her greedy smile.

He picks her up and pulls her on top of him. Her boyfriend kneels on the ground behind them. “Maybe you can be useful back there…” She taunts him. “You watch and make sure his cock is nice and deep in my pussy.” The man presses his slippery head against her entrance. She groans as her hips drop, easing his dick inside.

“What do you think, kid? Is that deep enough?” The older man smacks the girl’s ass, his thick cock halfway buried inside her cunt. “nohf” The boy mumbles through the red thong. A long slow thrust. “Fuck, I’m so full… Is it all the way in?” Her pussy is stretched to its limit. “nohf” He mumbles again. Strong hands grip her waist and pull her down. “Am I inside your girlfriend’s pussy now?” Cheerful nodding. “yesfh”

Satisfied, the bull’s cock starts to pump into the young girl’s pussy. His shaft glistens from her slick cunt, and she squeals in pleasure each time he smacks into her. The young man has never heard his girlfriend make noises like that before. His raging erection leaks precum, soaking through his underwear and staining his pants. Pretty and sexy, she bounces on the older man’s cock while giggling profusely.

They fuck for almost an hour. Her boyfriend sees every stroke. When the man’s cock slips out, he helpfully guides it back in. The girl loses herself in the moment. She stops playing a character, begging sincerely for his dick. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She screams. “I needed to get fucked like this, I needed it!”

For their finale, he picks her up. The girl hangs off his shoulders, tongue kissing the man as he ruts into her. She begs for breeding. The cuck looks up at where they meet. He sees the moment the man cums in his girlfriend’s pussy. Cum drips from her stuffed hole, pouring onto his face. When the bull's thick cock finally slips from her cunt, the boy can see her stretched open - moulded to his shape. The man and the girl kiss as he watches.

Peering past the glass, she looks at the newcomer. He’s playing with a coin, rolling it across his knuckles. It falls into the palm of his hand, and she watches it disappear into his firm grip. She admires his toned forearms while he makes a small circle with his wrist. The fist opens. The coin is gone. Confused, she glances up to his face. He’s already looking at her - watching while he performed his trick. He smiles and winks, and she quickly averts her eyes.

“This guy is crazy good at guessing people’s kinks. He’s like a psychic for freaky sex stuff.” Her friend gestures at the near stranger. “Come on, show them.”

My first story that gained significant attention. I think a lot of the DNA of my blog is in this story. Focusing on a main character who is embarrassed or in denial of their kink and having it dragged out into the light and released is a common theme throughout my writing.

It also has some basic 'educational elements'. I like to depict consent tools or useful perspectives on kink. Here, the dom validating freeuse kink for people who want to be freeuse for just one person instead of anybody may be one of the first examples of this.

Now that this blog is over a year old, I'm going to start reblogging one story a week on Wednesdays, with some additional author's commentary. I think it would be fun to take a trip down memory lane, and also introduce new readers to stories they may not scroll down to.

Thanks for reading. Be good to yourself <3

The first hint this wasn’t going to be a normal evening was the outfit I picked for you. A very short skirt and low cut top, with no underwear. I had you try it on well before the guests arrived, and seeing you wearing such a tiny outfit had my cock hardening in my jeans. Without even needing asked, you dropped to your knees and undid my belt. You smiled up at me and asked if I liked the outfit, as my cock bounced against your cheek.

Instead of answering I gripped your hair and you obediently sucked my cock. I was gentle so as to not ruin your makeup, but you let yourself gag and moan as my thick cock filled your throat. I came quickly and you swallowed. We both had to be ready for our guests arriving, there was no time to waste on a long blowjob. You hopped to your feet and kissed my cheek, and I slapped your ass as you went to finish getting ready..

We had been correct to hurry, as only twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door. As instructed, you went to the door and opened it: two of my school buddies. I knew they’d be perving on your body, and I also knew you’d feel shy and exposed. You brought them to the kitchen and I greeted them too, and told them to take a seat. I nodded at you and you fetched them both beers. One of them joked, “You’ve got her well trained!” and I could see your cheeks burning.

Three more friend arrived, all my friends and all men. They sprawled across the sofas swigging their beers and laughing and I joined them while you fetched another round of beers. This time, when you entered the room all of us looked around, six men all focusing their gaze on your cleavage, bare legs and the hint of ass we could all see. You felt vulnerable, and I beckoned you over and patted my lap. You looked at me in doubt, but I nodded and you hopped onto my lap. My friends and I continued chatting and bantering around you.

I knew that if you opened your legs even a little, three of the guys on the opposite sofa would see your bare pussy. I rubbed my hand up and down your thigh, not opening your legs, but clearly groping you. I held you by your hips and lifted you higher onto my lap. You squirmed and I could tell you were feeling so horny already.

“More beers?” I asked the guys, and the response was unanimous. I nudged you off my lap and you began collecting empties. One of my friends had left his empty bottle sitting on the floor. I knew that you knew what would be expected of you. You bent at your waist, keeping your legs straight. My buddy could practically see all the way down your top, meanwhile the rest of the room got an even better show. The skirt barely covered your ass normally, and the moment you bent over it became obvious you had nothing underneath. Your cunt wasn’t quite on show, but everything else wasThere was a brief silence interrupted only by a involuntary “Fuck…”

You straightened as if nothing had happened and carried the empty bottles back to the kitchen. Before my friends could ask me what you were doing, or perhaps congratulate me on how good your ass looked, you reappeared with six fresh beers. I could swear your top was pulled down even lower. You handed them out and climbed back on my lap. This time I wasn’t nearly as careful, and let my hand sit firmly on your inner thigh, with your other leg pinned by my leg. With the slightest movement, I could lever your legs open and closed.

I wasn’t quite ready to completely expose you, yet. Instead I wrapped my arm around your torso and pulled you back slightly, tilting your tits into my view. I took a swig of my beer and placed the bottle between them, as if using you like furniture was totally natural. I felt you shift and squirm again, but you pressed your arms together to keep my beer secure. When I reached for another drink, I made sure to blatantly grope your tits, almost exposing them, before I took the bottle.

I knew you could feel my cock hardening under your ass, and you were humping gently against my crotch. I let you hump me and get more and more horny. By now I was nearly constantly groping your tits, and I’m sure you’d briefly flashed everyone by now. Your breathing was heavier as you tried to maintain composure. I started spreading your leg. I felt you tense against me, but your resistance was temporary. My hand slid even further up your leg, so close to your cunt that I thought each hump might rub against my hand.

If the guys opposite had spotted your exposed pussy, they weren’t making it obvious. Perhaps they were just too distracted by your tits nearly falling out your top as I took my beer. I kept you like that, on the brink of complete exposure, for a few minutes. Then I moved those last few inches, and pushed two fingers into your wet needy pussy. You moaned, loudly and the conversation froze. The guys opposite glanced down and saw your pussy grinding against my hand. I couldn’t tell if you were even aware, or just too lost in neediness to remember you had an audience.

I kept fingering you and you only got louder and more desperate. I pulled your tits out of your top too, and started twisting your nipples. You whined but humped my fingers even harder. You turned to me, “Please. Please may I cum?” I smiled,

“I think we’ll take a vote. All my friends are enjoying your show.”

You almost seemed to realise the situation then, almost felt ashamed at being fingered in front of an audience.

“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”

I turned to my friends, “She is a very good little slut. She just couldn’t help fucking herself on my fingers. Should she cum?”

The response was a very enthusiastic yes from everyone, and I hooked my fingers inside you and fingered you much faster. You bucked against my hand and I held your legs firmly open with mine to keep you completely exposed. You were moaning and panting louder until I knew you were on the edge. I growled in your ear, “What do you say to our guests?” and you break over the edge, moaning and babbling,

“Thank you, fuck thank you for letting me cum, thank you. Fuck please. Thank you.” You cum hard for a long time and your legs shook. I feel the gush of wetness and I knew your cunt would be leaking all over my jeans. Even as you come down from your orgasms, you shake and hump, enjoying feeling my fingers still deep inside you.

I let you recover and gently pet your body, and now you do start to feel slightly ashamed. Not ashamed enough to close your legs, but you bury your face in my neck and breathe. You try to at least slightly drown out the fact that all my friends are discussing how hot you were, how they like your tits, how they want to see you cum again or fuck you themselves. I can tell from your throbbing cunt that you hope they do.

—

You look down and see something written on your thigh. Before you start reading, a memory comes. Owner hosted a party yesterday!

Before you can do anything, your pussy reminds of its existence. You are so needy right now. Not even thinking about that, you have started rubbing it a moment ago.

"I'm such a good girl," you whisper to yourself. This is one of your mantras and it makes your hole twitch. You take away the hand, fearing you might cum. "Good girls cum only on command." Another one escapes your lips, making you moan and hump the air.

The process repeats itself a few times - one of your commands is to edge for five minutes when you wake up. Something is different though - your pussy is more excited than ever.

When it finally ends, you remember something. The thigh! You look down, and start reading. You are just stupid holes, so it takes you a few minutes. It could be easier, but your hand decided to gently stroke your pussy. You didn't even notice it.

You finally decipher the letters and put them to words:

Use me!

Blowjobs: free :)

Pussy: 50

No condom: 100

Anal: 200

Beating: 300

You don't understand. You tilt your head, a trained sign you are thinking about something. After a moment when you can't crack this riddle, you give up. "Girls don't think" you say and giggle. Your mind blanks for a moment.

You were such a good girl this morning. You start considering fingering yourself for just a moment as a treat. Owner allowed you that. He said "Good girls train themselves." He did not explain more, but you trust Him.

Here are a couple of easy rules that every dumb girlie can follow and fill her owner with pride.

1. Address people appropriately.

Know your place. When speaking to a superior, you should use proper titles. Depending on your relationship to a certain person you should use different ones. Sir, Madame, Master and Owner are all words you should learn. Ask your owner for proper training!

2. Smile.

It's a slut duty to be a nice decoration in all circumstances. Unless you are given other orders, you should smile! After all, being a dumb fuckhole is all you dream about, so show everyone you are proud to be a good toy.

3. Show your submissive side.

Good sluts follow orders. If someone tells you to do something, you should do that. Thinking is for owners, sluts follow their lead.

4. Assume others are more important.

Keep in mind your position. Bottom is not only a description of your sexuality, it's also a statement where you are in the social hierarchy. When meeting new people, assume their position is higher than you. Other sluts are an exception, but they are usually easy to spot. You exist to please and serve.

5. Say "thank you" often.

Of course, I wasn’t being truthful when we made that deal. Once you manage to bring me that $100, covered in cum, spit, and sweat with your fake eyelashes slipping off, I’ll use it to buy an onlyfans subscription.

Well, you’ll use it to buy a subscription for me. I’ll make you choose a prettier, sluttier girl that you know I’m into, and buy a subscription to her account. I’ll slap your face for being such a shameless, depraved whore until you thank me.

Things like banning you from using furniture. Or removing your privacy by banning you from closing any doors. Eating out of a bowl at my feet, sleeping in a cage in a garage. Shaving your head and shackling you so you’re always chained in some way. Drinking water from a pet water dispenser. Bathing you by hosing you off in the yard. Training you to speak only when spoken to, and to always look towards the ground. Denying your orgasms (duh) and locking you in chastity. Modifying your body with cute piercings or new tits. Banning you from coffee, tea, and desserts.

Eventually even you, yourself, will start believing you’re not a person anymore. Just an owned, controlled creature.

Once I’m confident you’ve hit that state, I’ll force you to dress up nice for me and take you on a date to a nice restaurant. I’d love to see the panic in your eyes as you struggle to appear normal and human.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you remember loving this place? It’s one of your favorites, and it’s a regular date spot for us. Did you forget we go out together every week? You even picked the spot this week, babe.”

There was a girl I was working with some years ago, for some years, on hypnotizing and bimbofying her, or more accurately, making her into a perfect cow.

To start with, she was a C-cup, A-B student with multiple honors classes, and was a switch, submissive to men, dominant to women. She was an avid roleplayer, as she couldn't get the itch scratched IRL due to a lack of community, hence how we met online.

It started slowly, nightly audio tracks for her to sleep to, seep the messages into her subconscious mind, cam sessions to keep her nice and happy in the mean time!

Eventually, we started on the physical changes. Changing up her diet to include foods such as almonds, eggs, cheese, and milk, as well as some name brand lactation-inducing medication she included into her meals and drinks.

The first change to happen was her starting to have difficulty reading. It started bit by bit, where she would lose sentences and have to go back, but eventually got to the point where she fully lost the ability to focus while reading, losing the ability to roleplay in the process and having to fully rely on our cam sessions for any sort of relief. She ended up dropping out of school for failing.

Second thing to change, was the change from a switch to a full-on sub with no desire to dominate, unless it was, as we discussed, a "fellow cow to help teach the ropes".

Third, and this took the longest, was the gradual increase in bust size. She went up to a DD cup, and at her peak of lactation when she was properly hydrated, could produce half a cup. She leaked constantly, usually keeping pads under her bra or shirt when ordered to go braless.

Fourth change was the most fun, in my opinion. She started to get desperately masochistic. We were planning on how to get here from there to here, and as it would be a multiple-day drive, she insisted that I fist until her holes were ruined the night we'd be at a hotel/motel. Another cam session, she wanted orders for nipple torture, all quite fun!

There was one moment deep in the hypnosis where her old self peaked through, and was utterly terrified that she was failing every class, couldn't stop mooing, and had a hard time reading, but the new her returned fairly quickly. Was rather amusing, honestly.

Trophy Wife

Maybe you have had some work done. You know how to balance homemaking, physical fitness, cosmetics, hair & nail appointments, possibly even childcare, and still look your absolute best. When you're out with your man, you break necks, and he knows it. He flaunts you as much as you flaunt yourself. You're a status symbol, a kingmaker. Men envy your man, women question your sanity while silently envying your life. And whenever the opportunity presents itself, you spread your legs, open wide, bend over, or whatever else you know your man is aching for. Correction: you never let him go long enough to ache for it. You give him what he needs like its his daily medicine, and nothing makes you cum harder than knowing he appreciates your every minute effort.

Arm Candy

Like the trophy wife, you keep yourself highly maintained, often on the dime of your longing admirers. You love being shown off. He might not be your man, and you might not be his only girl, but you're his favorite (he says so!) and everyone knows it. You're a neck breaker on the street, a heart breaker in the sheets, and though you'd never consider yourself tied down to one man, you love being tied down by your man for the night. Maybe you do it for money, maybe you just like dating (probably older) men. Either way, you're treated like a princess, a queen even, and on the occasions you put out, you know you're well taken care of.

Sporty

Lululemon. Fabletics. Pink gym bag. Pink headphones. Maybe a little bit of chalk. Those leggings (or shorts!) that make your ass pop. Sports bra. Trendy water bottle filled with some weird green liquid that you sip on throughout the workout. You're built strong and sleek, perhaps a little bulky, perhaps slim and trimmed so that all your angles are sharp. You live in the gym, and a lengthy cosmetic routine is your warmup. You look your best, even when you're sweating, and you don't mind a little after-session action in the locker room, or even the gym parking lot. Your fitness is the most important thing to you, but you'll be damned if you let your tits suffer, so you pack those babies with silicone. It's leg day every other day, and you train glutes almost every day so they will keep up with your big, fake tits.

Porn Sick

Like the Airhead bimbo, you have no thoughts, except in that void of thought there is only sex. Audio, visual, tangible sex. It fucks your brain like that one gif you see on your feed at least once a day, where the girl is getting skull-fucked through her ears with purple(?) dildos coming out of her headphones. You edge almost constantly. You can't keep your hand out of your aching cunt, and you either cum more often than any one person should be able to manage, or you never cum at all. There is no in-between. And if you aren't in a place to cum, you excuse yourself whenever possible to find a bathroom, a closet, a dumpster, an office that you can hide in to fuck yourself retarded. The best part? You never miss an opportunity to put on all your makeup and wear your sluttiest clothes, even if you're only doing it for yourself. You wear a butt plug in public because the thought of not being sexually touched for even a minute makes you sweat with anxiety. Your phone and computer backgrounds are all pornographic. Your bookmarks are all to your favorite porn sites. You listen to brainwashing audios constantly, as loud as possible in your car, so that any passer by knows exactly who--what--you are.

Airhead

Bubbly, perky, always grinning, always smiling, but completely thoughtless. You react to your environment without thought. You could be actually braindead. The only real thought concerns your erogenous zones, and even then it might only be when someone is touching them for their own pleasure. You don't consider the benefits of a daily orgasm unless someone else is taking it from you. You are truly an NPC in a world of PCs, and they all know that your existence is to unload their carnal needs on you. You don't mind that, you might even enjoy it, but you rarely think about it unless it's happening to you. You have little in the way of will power. Sure, there are things you don't like, but that, too, is a response to stimuli, not a proactive thought. You wouldn't change a thing, even if you could think outside of the thoughtless, listless, pleasure-filled lifestyle you've fallen into.

All Natural

You haven't had any surgery, nor will you. You don't bother with makeup. You might have another category as well, depending on your natural aesthetic, or you might just be a simple little bimbo. You may have small tits, big tits, tiny ass, giant ass. It doesn't matter. Being a bimbo is less about aesthetic for you and more about attitude. You yearn to be the typical bubbly, braindead sex pot that has been idolized by men for ages untold. You're eager for sex, happy to please, and go out of your way to be provocative, sexual, and flirtatious.

Doll

Shame is good for females. That little tingle you feel when a man talks down to you or treats you like you’re stupid. It’s the feeling that makes you want to lift your skirt to the drunk older man eyeing your tits at the bar.

Imagine next time that happens, you just let your natural instincts take over. Imagine slipping your little dress up your hips and licking your lips. Maybe the man’s eyes go wide when he realizes you’re not like all these other self-important bitches denying their need for cocks and cum. Maybe he sits back to see what you’ll do next. The bartender is watching now too, from the corner of his eye. You have a fleeting thought to stop now, before it’s too late, but the thought vanishes as you feel the slick wetness between your legs. You would do anything to satisfy the craving pulse of your womanhood.

Your cheeks burn in shame as your lift your skirt higher, just enough to show where your lace panties crease into your crotch. The older man absently turns his whiskey glass as his gaze fixates on your bare legs. You open them a little wider to make sure he has a good view.

The bartender is definitely watching now too, and no one has told you to leave. Emboldened, ashamed, and horny, you take the next step. You reach up and grip one of your ample tits firmly in one hand and brace the other on the bar counter as you mount your stool, legs wide, panties on full display.

The older man meets your eyes. You see his shock, but underneath that, his contempt for you. Your pussy immediately clenches. This is what you need, the disgust and amusement of men. It’s what you were made for. Almost without thought, you let out a groan, catching the attention of other male patrons lingering near the bar. Now several of them see how you’re straddling your stool, dress hiked up your thighs, with a hand clenched on your fat tit. One of them chuckles in disbelief.

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment but male laughter flips a switch in you. You groan louder, an animalistic grunt. At the same time, you lift your hips up and then thrust them down, pounding your cunt against the bar stool.

There’s a hush in the bar now, men and females alike turning to watch your wonton display. Knowing you can’t turn back from this now, you embrace your moment. Your bitching. Your face gets redder, warmer, as you reach up and push your dress down below your tits. You didn’t wear a bra, so your breasts bounce free, on display for everyone.

But you focus on just one right now, the crass drunk older man who looked you over like a cheap whore. Men like that, who see what you are, are irresistible to your clenching pussy. You know that it’s natural to respond to men like that as a submissive female bitch. You let that instinct take over.

Slowly, you stand up and walk over to him, both hands now clenched on your tits. You stop right in front of him. He leers at you, a wicked grin that says he knows exactly what you’re about to do. He isn’t wrong. Obediently, you position your pussy right above his knee and grind down, letting out a moan as your cunt pushes into his pants. A gasp sounds behind you, probably another female watching you debase yourself. An answering groan sounds on your lips, a mating call, beckoning the other females to embrace their shame.

You rock back and forth, humping the older man’s knee. Each grind of your pussy makes your head feel dumber and lighter, more complete. When the man finally reaches up and grabs your udders, you grunt and thrust your cunt hard against his knee. “Please fuck me,” you whimper.

He sneers at you and twists your udders hard until you cry out in pain. “You want cock, bitch?” he slurs. You nod meekly, dumbly.

With one hand, he unzips his jeans. The other finds its way to your face, two of his fingers prodding into your mouth. “You want to be fucked like a little whore?” he asks, pulling his thick cock from his pants. Even just seeing a cock makes you desperate. You start humping his knee in earnest, making little porn bitch squeals.

“Dumb fuck,” he mutters. Then with one smooth movement, he grasps your waist and hauls your body off the ground until you're positioned just over his cock. You can feel the head of his cock pushing against your entrance as you dangle suspended in his arms.

He looks in your eyes, sees the shame and resignation written there, and smiles. “You look just like my granddaughter,” he smirks, then pushes you down on his cock.

You squeal loudly as you get impaled. Your cunt clenches down, your dumb bitch body recognizing its biological imperative to drain cock. The man holds you firm as he masturbates your hole on his cock. You wonder in a daze whether he has actually done this to his granddaughter. Probably, the lucky bitch.

There’s a crowd around the two of you now. You dimly register that several of the men have their cocks in their hand while they watch. You catch the eye of one other woman, who looks shocked and disgusted. But you know, just underneath that, she wants to be you. You look her dead in the eyes and let out a loud moo.

Several of the men watching pause in shock and then laugh. Your pussy clenches so hard you almost cum. The older man is now vigorously thrusting your body up and down on his cock while he pants with exertion. “So you’re a cow, huh?” he mutters, impaling your cunt hard. “You need a fucking breeding, cow?”

Yes, you need it. You need it so much. You lift your chin up and moo so loudly it echoes from the rafters.

“Fucking dumb bitch,” the man groans, his thrusting pace quickening. “Dumb fucking breeding whore.”

You moan in agreement and shake your udders hard until they’re bouncing wildly. You know you must look like a dumb pathetic bitch to anyone watching, but that only encourages you to go further.

“Moo, moo, moo,” you grunt in time with each of his thrusts.

“Don’t worry, you fucking cow, you’re getting your breeding now,” he assures you. You thrust your dripping cow cunt on his cock in response.

“Shit, that bitch is about to be knocked up,” you hear a man chuckle to his friend. Knocked up by some old drunk creep, you think, even as the thought sends tingles of pleasure to your pussy.

“I’m going to be pregnant,” you whimper, humping your hole down hard. You can only imagine what the other bitches are seeing as you get bred by a man three times your age. Hopefully their own future.

With a massive groan, the man fucking you comes in your breeding hole. You can’t hold back anymore and let out a loud moo as your cunt spasms around the cock that just made you a breeding bitch.

everyday while i fuck my holes and continue with my training i listen to these audios on repeat.

they allow me to turn my brain off completelyyyyy and leak any iq i have left out of my holes.

im sharing this so all stupid cunts can train ourselves better and more efficiently.

if you have any audio porn that makes you a better good girl, repost and add your audio link below so we can all fulfill our purpose to serve Men together 🥰✨

~~ misogyny training ~~

• https://soundgasm.net/u/dadandbun/misogyny-audio

• https://soundgasm.net/u/marshmallow-mushroom/M4F-An-experimental-treatment-for-internalized-misogyny

• https://soundgasm.net/u/traditionalgentlemn/Yet-Another-Fuckhole-F4A

• https://soundgasm.net/u/TheForbiddenLetters/Girls-Night-F4A

• https://soundgasm.net/u/TheForbiddenLetters/Women-Are-Stupid-F4A

• https://soundgasm.net/u/TheForbiddenLetters/Misogyny-Hypno-For-Women-F4F

• https://soundgasm.net/u/Reggieplante9/Liberal-misogyny

• https://soundgasm.net/u/dadandbun/misogyny-audio

~~ general slut training ~~

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-Helping-with-your-purpose

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-Gentle-Degrading-my-Good-Dumb-Girl

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-The-Inspection

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/Orgasm-training-with-cock-in-your-mouth

• https://soundgasm.net/u/CGHypnosisOnYT/Good-Girls-Get-Reprogrammed

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-Gentle-Degrading-my-Good-Dumb-Girl

~~ dd/lg ~~

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-Daddys-Little-Humper

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-Pacifier-Cock-2

~~ rape encouragement ~~

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-Practice-Telling-Me-No

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-Tell-Me-No-Practice

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-CNC-fantasy-encouragement

• https://soundgasm.net/u/Reggieplante9/Rapeslut

~~ animal training ~~

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-Sweet-Loving-Degrading-Big-Cow-Girl

It's called Interval Edging

All you need is:

Discipline

A timer

A stopwatch

Your favourite toy

Something to drink

Bonuslevel: clamps and a plug

Step 1 : You start out by setting a stopwatch and then edging yourself slowly but intensely until you are so close to the brink of orgasm that you are having a hard time stopping.

Step 2 : But you stop. Now you stop the stopwatch and look at how long you took.. and then take a sip of water

Step 3 - ∞ : Give yourself a minute to catch your breath. Now you set a countdown that's the length of the time you took (last round) and subtract 10 seconds. Then you start edging until the timer is over without taking any breaks. When the timer is finished you stop and take big sip of water.

And then you repeat step 3.

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Do this until you are a moaning and dripping mess and you can't trust yourself to not come with the next touch.

When you inevitably have to give up spank your raw genitals the number of full minutes (rounded up) left on the timer and say "thank you for disciplining me" with each hit

Have fun ❤️

Oh and obviously you are not allowed to go to the toilet before you finish the challenge.