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Oh if only you were there mirror, then we would be able to also see the beautiful markings left on her front by the whip, as it obviously snakes its way across her slender body.

The shadows themselves create an excellent clue as to how real and how hard this whipping is. Hardcore in slow motion.

I bet the mirror would also show, if it were there, her rock hard nipples welcoming the whipping.

The good news is that that's not the problem. They need more men like you!

There are loads of them. Wait for the their DMs and their likes, comments and reblogs.

I have still to meet one who didn't take to it like a duck to water. Show them you mean it. Every woman can be whipped into submission. And every woman can be cunt whipped into an orgasm. Go long, go slow, go harder and harder. Give them not just what they can take but what they need. Enjoy their screaming. Allow them to ride the ocean waves of pain in their ocean sea of endorphins. Surfing those waves on their surfboards of arousal.

She thought going for a 5 mile jog whilst wearing a tight cunt rope, was "uncomfortable".

She's learning we can always do better. As in making it worse for her. Now she's doing the same journey in heels and with steel chastity belt.

The rubber dildo inside her, kept fucked up deep by the belt, is a poignant reminder.

The remote controlled Satisfyer attached to the belt and pressing on her clit, is activated every time she slows down.

Obviously this is slow going. Sundown is approaching. I've told her to get a move on, otherwise she'll be left for someone else to pick up this moaning Minnie. I don't appreciate fuck objects that fail to appreciate how lucky they were the first time round.

Merchandise has to be kept in good condition. Especially leading up to auction.

Friends are coming round later today and they will be helping, taking her for a test run.

Husband to his old tradwife who forgot her place last night:

"Remember Sharon, when you said to me that you thought we needed new kitchen furniture?

I said to you that I would take the matter under consideration. And I have now arranged for a new piece of kitchen furniture. She was once like you. A little bit too much attitude. I mean look at yourself standing there with your hands on your hips, trying to take in the new reality?

Any idea how much I spent on clothing for you last year? This new model comes with the only clothes she will ever need! Lately you have become just a little bit too lazy and a little bit too lippy. But look at what a year in the fuck objects borstal has turned this one into.

I have her on an exchange contract that will not cost me a penny. You will be paying for her. They will collect you shortly and strip you and put you in chains, just like my new model here, and then you will be taken to a Government run whorehouse where you will be kept busy while you are paying for your own replacement. I don't know how long that will take. I never bothered to read that part of the contract, but I do know that you will be available 24 7, serving men of the Patriarchy.

Once you’ve ended the payment arrangement then you will be put into fuck object borstal, just like my new example before you. They will keep you there until you are as fit and wiling as my new piece of furniture.

It's too late for regrets and telling me that you will do better. You have done that before and you soon got back into your old habits, despite your regular maintenance spankings and everything. This way, my way, you WILL do better, eventually, and I am doing better already. I can feel my cock needs to be inside my new naturally dressed and appropriately positioned fuck object wife.

I can hear the collection team arriving now. I left the door open for them. Go into the bedroom now and get undressed and get ready for them to take you away. Oh yeah, and for them to TAKE you as well. It's part of their perks. Out with the old, and in with the new.

You too will one day be as good as new I think. One day you will thank me. And it will be your turn to be chained and naked on all fours on someone else's kitchen table. Motionless, silent and with a willing and wet fuck object cunt.

The underground whorehouse prides itself on excellent customer satisfaction. Any merchandise falling to receive a less than perfect feedback from a customer satisfaction feedback, are sent down into the basement for further education.

Customers are always amazed at how good and how willing and how self sacrificing the girls are. Even the nastiest and most sadistic asks are met and accommodated with a smile and a genuinely "happy and honoured to be of service, Sir!" - kind of attitude.

In the unlikely event that this is not the case, the malfunctioning piece of fuck meat is taken down into the deepest cellars. Her picture in the merchandise selection area, gets an "out of service" sticker over her tits. And she will not be seen again for weeks or months. The fuck objects in the cells on the levels above her, are forced to listen to her screaming throughout. The suffering of what is known as "example girls", serving as a constant reminder to help remind the other the other fuck objects to keep focused on the job of making men happy and cocks hard and glistening.

Meanwhile the girl in need of education, is kept in chains and subjected to the most exquisite educational enlightenment that any slavegirl cunt can wish for. Being brought back into line. For as long as it takes and by whatever means necessary.

She will always qualify and pass her re-examination test with top marks, before she is being put back up and into service.

For the simple reason, that until she passes her rigorous re-examination tests, she is kept down here until she does!

Some of you needy sluts will be pleased to know such places really do exist. The merchandising of fuck meats has been going on since the dawn of mankind. It will never go away. Only out of sight. As long as there are cocks to please and money about, there will be girls in chains, screaming for mercy. Made to please. You can be made to please too.

But where is the fun in that? you cum, and feel INCREDIBLE for a short period of time. But then, after the high, there is the low. The tiredness, that empty feeling, and the craving of another pointless orgasm.

This is a ridiculous way to live, and means that most cunts live disappointing lives, chasing that next spike of pleasure. Yes, I mean you, cunt.

Instead of that, choose NOT to cum. Or if you are incapable of choosing for yourself (fairly standard for most cunts), listen to a Man when He tells you to not cum. What happens next is amazing…

By holding back your orgasm, and learning to edge, you can continue to feel good. you can KEEP that feeling of pleasure rolling on - without the terrible lows afterwards.

So… spike of pleasure, then feel shit? Or continued pleasure, without that low?

It is a no brainer as to what the right decision is. So make it, and choose not to cum.

Stay trapped and keep yourself in the space where everything makes sense and nothing else matters. Nothing except submission and dreams of perpetual sexual slavery.

Work it, rub it, edge it and give your naughty clit a seeing to if you are tempted to exit the mental prison your slavegirl cunt wants you trapped in.

Make it raw and yet begging to be touched. Too sore to touch and absolutely impossible to ignore!

Some people hear “I like pain” and think that means I like being lightly spanked and told I’m a good girl.

Don’t get me wrong — I like being a good girl. But that’s not what I mean.

When I say I like pain, I don’t mean I like it soft. I don’t mean I like it ornamental. I don’t mean I want to be gently bruised just enough to say we did something edgy before cuddling for two hours.

I mean I want to feel it.

I mean I want to breathe through it. Bite through it. I want the kind of pain that makes me forget everything else — because nothing else in my life slows my brain down the way a hand around my throat or a belt across my thighs can.

I don’t want it for show. I don’t want it to impress anyone. And I don’t want it to be performative for you. I want it to mean something to me.

I like pain that makes me let go. Pain that makes me cry — not because it’s too much, but because it’s exactly enough. Pain that makes me trust you in a way I can’t explain without sounding unwell.

So let her. Let her serve her man. The men. The Patriarchy and beyond. Give her the licence to do what her slavegirl cunt is telling her to do. She's been dreaming about it. Frigging to it. It's in her genes. Her natural state. Be chivalrous and enable her.

Put your sports bra on girls and a pair of running shorts, or your bikini. Then get roped all up. Nice and tight. Then head out there for a good long jog in the sunshine. Let them see what you are.

Yes the ropes go outside. For everyone to see. However, you could leave the lower part inside for effect. It will still be clear for everyone to see what you are doing to yourself. While maintaining maximum effect. Soon the patch will also give you away.

If you are worried that you might chicken out, get yourself to a destination from whence you have to run, walk, stumble the long way back. Drive your car to the other end of the woods/park. Leave a spare key at home. Lock your active key in the car. Easy done. Leave the windows open. Put your arm thru, press the lock button continuously. When they start to close, drop the key. No phone. No key. No money. No transport. Except you and your exposed body all roped up for all to see. Committed. No way back.

Get noticed by the ones who know what to do with you and to you. Get stopped by other girls and answer their questions. Explain the feeling, how it works. What it turns you into.

Definitely stop if challenged by the any men. Be seen. Get noticed. Get picked up. Get locked up.

This summer. TODAY!

The cunt rope

Sharon's story

The basement

and I'm not allowed to take it off all day, cause then everyone would see what I'm gagging on! imagine this dildo gag + panty vibrator + buttplug + nipple clamps. at least the gag would help keep my moans quiet.

and maybe I'd remove the small dildo and keep replacing it with bigger, thicker ones to train my throat 🥰 this looks like so much fun

Discreet Dildo Face Mask Gag (Amazon)

"Oh look! Someone's already set the BBQ up for us. How nice of them. All we have to do is build the campfire right here underneath her!"

"Yeah man! First choice of the crispy cunt lips. I'll get them nice and tender. I saw a piece of barbed wire along the path recently. "

"OK Larry, yeah I know that's your favourite part. Nice and slow roasted to a succulent crispy. And Sam you the leg man. How'd you like them done today?"

"Slow roast is suits me fine too. We can enjoy her screaming for longer. Besides I am not too starved. It must have been her kinky gf we had yesterday. What's the chance of two young broads turning up in the wilderness a thousand miles from civilization. Obviously looking for adventure. Silly cunts."

"I agree, they must have been together. This thing looks like she's been hanging around for a day or so. Look how cold she is. You know what they say gentlemen, if someone is really cold, then you must warm them up really really slowly."

"OMG! You BBQ'd my friend??? Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want! Anything!!"