Memphis

But the act of me grabbing you from behind and giving you a wedgie. Pain. That caught you offguard. To the point that the sudden pain. Getting startled. The fear kicking in. Caused a little moment of panic, which resulted in you pissing yourself.

That’s right. Imagine me holding you up by your undies. Laughing and mocking you from behind. While you flail your legs and suddenly feel your body lose control. Let go. As warm piss starts leaving your body. Soaks your cunt and undies and streams down your flailing legs.

“Oh? What is this pathetic girl. You fucking pissed yourself while getting a wedgie. How gross is that. How nasty are you. Literally made to get bullied, because you break so fucking easily. Well? Does that hurt pissy toy?” I growl, while pulling your piss soaked undies harder into your cunt. Making you squeal in embarrassment and pain.

Spike my drink, use me as a toy while im passed out and then put a hypno headset on me so when i wake up im still just as pliable and easy💗💗💗

normalize me pinching your tits through your shirt, mid sentence, and making fun of you when you lose you train of thought.

normalize me tugging your stupid shirt down under your tits in public and you walking around with them out because you’re not allowed to cover them up.

normalize me referring to you by your tits, looking at your tits when i address you, and leading you around by pinching a nipple and pulling you along.

Tell me how edging and consuming porn is permanently changing how I think.

Tell me how once you’re done with me I’ll always prefer boys.

Tell me how you’d drug me to permanently reduce my intelligence and make me dependent on you.

His cock was right there!

He’d had her kneel right between his legs and had her get in as close as she could, and normally that meant she’d be taking him in her throat by now. But not today. Today, he’d said to look up at him, and not to look away.

It had been maybe two seconds before the throbbing, pounding rush of need inside her got almost too much to bear. She’d fidgeted, squirmed, and her eyes had darted down. That had made him tut, which had given her butterflies, and he’d put a finger under her chin to keep her head up.

“Focus,” he’d said, his eyes on hers.

At once her desperation mellowed. She still wanted to suck his cock, obviously - oh, how badly she wanted to - but the selfish need to go over what he’d told her drained away. This wasn’t about her, this wasn’t for her. She was focused. Focused on him. It got easier.

But it didn’t get easy.

He could tell she was trying though, and he smiled.

“Good girl,” he said. “I just want to watch your eyes empty. They’re so busy right now. Good girls don’t think, but sometimes they have a lot buzzing in their heads. We can stop that. You can be blank. Blank feels good.”

That pressed a button. Another happy, fluffy wave of quiet contentment washed through her, and some of that buzzing he’d talked about just winked away. She even sighed.

“Feels good…” she said, more like an exhale than actually speaking.

“There you go. Focus. Good girl. I can already see your eyes going quieter. That’s it. Don’t look away, just focus. You’re safe. Good girls don’t think.”

“Good… girls… don’t think…”

Repeating wasn’t a conscious choice. She didn’t have much consciousness left.

“So easy for me. Perfect. Thoughts just go. It’s like wiping dust from a screen. Swipe and gone. Don’t look away. Focus. Blank and empty. Good girl. Aww, look at you.”

Too many words to repeat. Just fluff in her head. She couldn’t look away. His eyes. Words.

Blank. Safe. Empty.

Focus.

He used his free hand to take his cock out and let it rest - hot, heavy, and hard - on her bottom lip. A tiny fraction of her brain worked enough to notice this but she didn’t whine. The whining had stopped. Needy, selfish. She wasn’t selfish. She was a good girl. She was his. She was for him. Instead she just opened her mouth, just enough, and kept her eyes on his.

“That took a lot less than I thought it would,” he said, grinning now. She just waited.

Removing the finger from under her chin he moved it up and gave her a tap right between the eyes. The contact sent a shiver through her and the tiniest of moans escaped.

“Focus on what’s in front of you,” he said, sitting back.

Her eyes swam down, going crosseyed a little. Cock.

Like, all I wanna do is get raped in the ass, I’m a whore so that’s the treatment I get! But I think it is the hottest thing when I see a whore like me bent over and taking her anal raping, but the guy stops and is still for a moment, filling her up with piss. Like she’s not even worth pulling out of to piss on or anything.

I guess it’s a new fantasy of mine, to be walking around my local park, a little too close to the heavily wooded areas, and a man drag me a little ways in. He makes me worship his balls, maybe forces me to tongue his ass while I cry, then he pushes me over a log and shoves his cock into my ass. He makes me cry and scream while he fucks me, tells me I shouldn’t have been walking around without panties if I didn’t want to be raped like the whore I am. He stops his rough, fast thrusting to shove in balls deep, it makes me whimper and stop crying, thinking it’s over, until I feel the warmth of his piss in me, and I start sobbing again. Let him fuck his piss into my ass before he pulls out and cums on my ass.

You. You are made to worship the asses of men little slut. That’s right. You might be seen as an eloquent, pretty and well educated woman from the outside. But deep down hides a filthier version of you. A lesser version of you. A lesser pathetic slave version of you. One that should be crawling on hands and knees. Covered in dirt. With a bag over your pretty face. Used for one purpose and that is servicing others in their dark and filthy desires.

Because you are just lesser than others. Lesser than human. Lesser than furniture or objects. Deep down you are just a gross pathetic slave that reeks of desperation and filth. One made to be kicked around. Bullied. Toyed with. And used. One who’s sole purpose lies in servicing the asses of men (or the ass of a Master who takes you in personally).

You are just as ass-sniffer.

You are just an asswipe.

You are just a footstool.

You are just an ass-slave.

You are just a rimming-whore.

You are just filth.

You are lust lesser.

Nothing more.

So know your purpose lies in sniffing the sweaty and musky asses of hairy men far older than you. Making you press your stunning face between those heavy cheeks and inhale the stench and earthy musk as you push your nose against their assholes. Sniffing. Taking big whiffs of their ass-musk as they degrade you for it. Until they start moving your head up and down and grinding you in between their cheeks. Until your face reeks of ass, farts or sweat.

So know your purpose lies in walking around with sweaty worn boxers over your head. The outside world might see a pretty sub. But I see your true self. One that wants to be degraded. Treated like lesser. Treated like filth. As I parade you around in this degrading form as you are made to sniff and lick those dirty boxers. Maybe even sleep in them so you won’t forget your place.

So you know you know when I’m fucking a better submissive or girl. Your purpose is to service us. Your purpose is to lick my ass while I ruin her pussy. Your purpose is to kiss my asshole as if it was your true love. Spreading my cheeks while the other superior sub is slowly sucking on my cock. That’s all you are good for.

The whole town is looking for you, there is an amber alert out for you. You’re a missing person.