Learning to beg, suffer and serve

I am not a person. I am a worthless sack of meat with three fuckable holes. I am a dumb, pathetic fleshlight and I exist to serve all higher forms of life, even animals. My life purpose is to serve society. I am a property, an object, and I belong to everyone. I am useless if I am not used by higher beings, or not being treated like a filthy piece of fuck-meat. I will take and serve any, and as many cocks as I can take. My pleasure is irrelevant. it’s important to be used by any man that want’s to take me and treat me like the worthless pile of meat I really am. I am not a person, but a walking upgraded flesh-light. I will also try to teach all others to become dumb sluts and worthless objects, because that is the only thing we are good for.

I am the perfect walking flesh-light. I want cocks in my every hole, every crevice. My mouth is made for sucking cock, my asshole for taking it balls deep, my cunt is for fucking. My lips, my tongue are for licking balls, sucking cock, and eating ass. I will suck, swallow and give rimjobs. My ass and my tits should be spanked and covered with cum, and my face needs to be slapped and used like a cum-rag. I have three holes, two hands and tits, I can take many cocks.

I am worthless piece of fuck-meat, and I will have all my holes at anyone’s disposal. I will also crave to fill all my holes with one or more cocks. I want to be used like masturbation tool, and have as much cocks as I can fit in my holes at the same time. I will always accept punishment, because I am dumb and worthless. I deserve to be tied up, spanked, slapped, spitted on, cuffed, gagged, face-fucked, used as a punching bag. I deserve to have my hair pulled, and my body used.

I am a flesh-light, future dog food, fuck-toy, fuck-pig, slut, stupid, urinal, cum dumpster, worthless, no value,fucking used, used properly, pleasure tool, a mouth, non human, cum bucket, fuck-mouth. I am pathetic,brainless, mindless, cock socket, cum rag, rape meat, object to be used be all real humans, masturbation tool, fulfilling my only purpose, public urinal, and I am under animals.

I am repeating this in text form, because it bears repeating.

I will never treat you like a person ever again, because you aren’t one and I won’t lie to you about it.

I will hurt you every single day of your life.  Not because you did anything wrong, but just because your pain turns me on.

I will humiliate and degrade you, pushing you deeper into the depths of knowing yourself and what a filthy cunt you are.

I’m superior to you in every single way.  Plus you crave to be abused and used, how fucking depraved is that.  You should cry yourself to sleep every night in shame.

True Story time

Met the paintoy last week.

Did some shopping first at the local hardware store.

Was looking fr a tube for the cunt to use to breath when I found this great hose nozzle. It has a this lovely valve that can be turned on or off, as in breathing.

Then it was time for the bait shop.

Tied the slut down.

Mummified its head in saran wrap.

Cut a breathing hole with a razor, inserted breathing tube, kept wrapping.

Spent hours beating the cunt. Did all sorts of shit to it.

In between I would cut its air at random intervals, watch the meat bounce and flop and struggle. So much fucking fun

Fed it dinner when I was done.

The next part was so sad.

I had a dozen big fat nightcrawlers.

Fed the bitch six.

Dropped them one by one down the tube, turned the valve, gave the cunt the choice, swallow or breathe.

She wailed and sobbed and moaned….and eventually chewed

But those poor worms, the little wrigglers fought so hard. I’d drop them in the hole and they would immediately try to pull back out. Sensible things-even invertebrates don’t want any part of this toxic slut. The worms did not go gently into the dying of light.

Saddest thing was that I felt awful.

Not for the cunt. Fuck that nasty slut. Deserves everything I gives the itch and more.

Fuck no.

I felt bad for the worms.

A higher form of life than gash.

In the end, I only fed the whore half the nightcrawlers. Actually set the other ones free.

Nasty pig.

Whores should anal wank while reading My blog.

No clit touches allowed.

I don’t waste time jousting with windmills and I don’t try to remove scum from pigs.

Nasty pig.

Whores should anal wank while reading My blog.

No clit touches allowed.

Nasty pig.

Whores should anal wank while reading My blog.

No clit touches allowed.

It took a month, but she finally found the one she sought. Summoning all her courage she wrote. A week of communication and she knew He was the one. she begged Him to take cooking or cleaning or any such nonsense.

His rules were simple.

If He took it in, it would no longer be a person, only an object. Not a pleasure toy. Only meat for torture. Its holes would be viciously abused. It would be held under the strictest eye and voice contact restrictions. The vast majority of its existence would be in severe restriction bondage and total sensory deprivation

The girl burned every piece of clothing it owned upon entry while He watched. it boiled the shoes that it wore and for two weeks was fed scraps of the leather.

Little did it know it then, but that would be the last solid food it would eat for years.

He shaved its head. Pierced nose, nipples, cunt, rectum, tongue, all with thick gauge rings. Put a heavy iron collar around its neck and welded it in place. Did the same for its udders, forcing them through a small ring of spiked metal.

Over a week He branded it hundreds of times. Seared ‘cunt,’ ‘whore,’ ‘slut,’ tramp, ‘slave’ and other worse things over every inch of its skin. Used fishhooks to pull its cunt open and branded the inside ‘His.”

Tortured it everywhere. Filled it slut holes with caustic fluids. Cathetered the meat, taught it the joy of Tabasco in the bladder. Took a bottle of acid and one drip per day, slowly burnt off its clit.

The molars He drilled out incrementally, taking His time to maximize the pain so that each sucking breath, each touch of air across the exposed roots, caused excruciating pain.

Recently He’s turned His attention to its teeth.

For the next five years he’s going to torture it with the braces, tightening some, loosening thers, forcing the teeth to grow sideways and crooked. He says he wants the cunt to look like a picket fence a truck ran through. Anything left when he’s done, He’ll knock out with a hammer.

the meat has taken up crying as its sole hobby. He loves this. In a twisted way, so does the meat