Mike Driver
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
AnasAbdin
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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we're not kids anymore.
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@not--easy--to--please
Fun fact Girl from that puppy play wiggling gif (whose caption got deleted) here. That was self shot, so all joy was in fantasy and hope rather than actual joy of having an owner. As I had none. But yeah, a world with no shame in sexuality sounds lovely.
Wow, that is interesting. So that's you in the image?
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Chicks who don’t take care of themselves…
…deserve to be kicked to the curb by their man. If a bitch can’t be bothered to put on makeup, fix her hair up, dress sexy, and hit the gym, then no real men are going to bother with her. A good woman ALWAYS looks good.
It's about EFFORT. Too many women give up because they know they'll never look like a model. Show that you are trying as hard as you can. Work with what you've got. Most women are capable of being sexy and pretty if they just tey.
I am an inferior copy
I have come to realize that society as a whole has been moving into a direction that is detrimental not only to the personal lives of many living in it, but also to the survival of that societal construct altogether. Equality has been written on flags as a virtue, a goal that must be reached against all odds. The struggle for that equality has been hard-fought and each victory stands on shaky feet, not because some dark forces are at work, trying to prevent true equality, but because gender-equality itself is a battle against nature. Genders are different and that is a constant through all species of life on this planet. Male birds sing their songs and display their colorful feathers to woo the less flashy females, the lioness hunts the prey and the lion defends his territory against interlopers. Humans try to fight against nature by turning us away from those differences, by forcing us to be equals. And it comes at a cost. Females have to compete against much more assertive and competent men in the workplace, men are passed over to fulfill an arbitrary quota of female employees that is forced on the employer by the lawmakers, and as a result mental health of both genders suffers. It took me a while to understand that through the guiding hand of society, through teachers and activists I had lost my identity. I wasn’t the girl I once was anymore. I had become an inferior copy of a male, but I didn’t have the natural skill-set nor the personality traits necessary to compete. That is true for other girls as well, which is why activists constantly look for special laws and special educational environments that eradicate the natural advantages of males, creating a skewered, distorted workforce where women and men can compete. And as that is done it isn’t only the men that suffer as they are passed over and marginalized to make space for females, it is also the female mind that suffers as it is forced to act against instincts, as the nurturing, gentle nature is pushed away and replaced by behavior that is seen in men and emulated in a flawed way. The nurturing, gentle, creative nature of the female is lost. And it took me a long while to realize that I no longer wanted to forgo those typically feminine traits. Stop being an inferior copy and finally liberate yourself, be yourself. Don’t act against your natural instincts, let them lead you on. You will be happier for it.
So true!
An ideal wife actively works to find new women for her husband to fuck, so that he doesn't have to.
I’m starting to get really excited - and impatient - about his date tomorrow night. I’m hoping that they’ll click in person and want to meet again soon after to fuck. Or better still, he won’t be home until really late as he’ll be fucking her there and then. Since Princess mostly went off the scene, he’s been missing having a “special girl” so I’m hoping this will work out. It’ll be great for him to have that again; to become besotted with her and speak to her every day, to have his cock rock hard for her all the time, to always be thinking about her perfect little pussy and when he’ll fuck her again… fingers crossed for tomorrow night! 🤞🏻
What a great attitude for a cuckwife to have! Warms my heart.
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My previous Tumblr has grown to complicated, starting this to tru and focus better.
Why pain is important:
A good girl knows that she shouldn’t cum, and that she needs to edge. She knows why, of course. But she also knows that with edging comes pleasure. She knows that edging feels good.
And that’s why a good girl knows that she needs pain.
Edging works her up, denial keeps her where she needs to be. But, it’s pain that truly grounds her.
Because a good girl knows that sex–that pleasure–isn’t for her. A good girl knows that even though edging feels good, she shouldn’t let herself get caught up in it.
And that is why a good girl needs pain.
It’s why a good girl hurts her cunt. It’s why she hurts her tits. It’s why she bruises her ass and it’s why she never ever asks to be used gently.
Because if she doesn’t, she might get caught up in pleasure.
And good girls don’t get to feel good, they make other people feel good.
Devotional Training: The pain will ground you.
I've said again and again, I'm not completely sure why this stuff works. But it does. That always amazed me, it's counter to everything I was taught as a child. But this stuff does work.
Dumb cunt’s head is blocking the TV
I’ve got to remember to do this with my wife more. We used to do it all the time when we first moved in together.
I need You to hate me.
I need You to hate me because I am a woman. I need You to look at me and not see me as a person, but as everything You hate about women. I need to be Your archetypal evil female — the alpha bitch who rejected You in high school, the whore who broke Your heart, the…
I became the way I am not so much because of how I might have been treated in high school or some alpha bitch in my life… it was more of my own observance as I went through college and lived a close life with many of the female graduate students. They were generally the most pathetic bunch of females you could image. They had to tow this ultra liberal feminist line as a grad student or graduate assistant in the academic world. But there were times/night I would go out in groups with them, when they were not around academia. Their hair would come down and their cunts on display.. They all would reduce to their basic need to be a used object.
I have no trouble at all imagining that, haha. It’s sad how often academia seems to just try to force people to be offended by everything, rather than genuinely challenging and encouraging thought and growth. I loved my college and so much about the academic lifestyle, but I vividly remember many times when I was told I wasn’t “feminist enough” by professors and peers.
I can confirm this. Female graduate students are the most immature, self-centered bitches on earth. Their like little spoiled kids, but feminist professors encourage them (especially male feministnprifessors). My experience with them left me genuinely hating women and feminists much more than I ever thought possible.
The Belt: Day 1
My first full day in the chastity belt was a strange one.
A mix of warm comfort at having such a strong sign of his control and almost mind numbing frustration, being highly aroused and fighting the urge to touch without permission had become familiar and brought with it an odd sense of accomplishment when achieved properly…being highly aroused and unable to touch was far more frustrating and more mentally difficult than I had imagined.
It was no longer an accomplishment, no longer a testament to my will power and resolve to obey. Now it was enforced, locked as a symbol that the constant arousal had begun to cloud my mind, my mental resolve and my faculties slipping ever so slightly as the lust had begun to take over and I had been humping against his legs in my sleep, or occasionally rocking my hips ever so slightly when sitting or kneeling…no longer even conscious of the lewd acts until he pointed them out to me.
The belt is a firm, shining message that when it comes to denial my resolve to obey alone cannot be trusted to enforce the no touch rule.
And yet it’s also a symbol of his control and ownership, a sign that I am his, safe and secure in his leadership and under his command which was deeply comforting to me.
For most of the day my mind fluctuated between sweet comfort and mixed feelings on no longer truly having a choice in not being able to touch…
Until Mister returned home from work.
I greeted him at the door, kneeling with my body lowered, forehead resting on the floor, arms outstretched and palms up wearing only my belt, collar and tail.
As soon as the door was closed he crouched down to kiss the top of my head and ruffle my hair, calling me a good girl and telling me to relax.
I knelt in front of him as I untied and removed his shoes, then stood to take his jacket and tie, easy conversation flowing between us as we caught up on each others day, the mundane, vanilla and silly moments and jokes mixing with the D/s routines of our day to day life together.
I crawled behind him to the loungeroom, still in easy and casual conversation, until he geatured for me to “stay” as he wandered off to bring one of the dining chairs in, setting it in front of the TV.
He ordered me to sit on the dining chair, knees on either side, ass towards the front of the chair. It felt more embarrassing than being naked for some reason, presenting to him with impenetrable metal, desperately hoping he would remove it and play with the aching, throbbing hole it was shielding.
He crouched in front of me, drumming his fingernails on the metal with one hand, smirking at the way it made me blush and squirm before getting up and going about his evening with a simple command of:
“Quiet. Stay”
After a little while he came back into the room, shirt now undone but not quite completely changed, a beer in his hand and eyes on his phone as he typed away a message, only acknowledging me when he reached the chair.
Putting his phone away he bent next to me, tucking my hair behind my ear and stroking along my neck and down my torso with the other.
“You still owe me your daily edges, pup”
I squirmed a little in my seat, my eyes flicking between the belt and Mister a few times, already excited at the prospect of it being removed and being permitted to touch, even if it were only going to make the arousal worse.
My excitement was only met with laughter as he stood once more and ruffled my hair as he went over to the laptop.
“You’re so cute, pup. Thinking it’s going to be that easy. No, no.”
Plugging the laptop to the TV with a HDMI cable and navigating to a folder of home made movies and recordings.
“No. See, first your orgasms became a reward, you used to have them at least for or five times a day, do you remember? That must seem so long ago to you now…
Then you were only allowed orgasms as a reward and all your other orgasms were ruined, until ruined orgasms became normal orgasms for you, as close as you ever expected to get, so much so you began begging me to ruin them…
And so I had to take your ruins from you, they became your new reward, haven’t they, pup? You know you’re not getting a proper orgasm like real girls any more so you beg to be ruined…
Now I think you’re finally ready for the next phase.
Now you’re ready to learn to beg for a proper edge instead of a ruin.”
And with that he opened a video file he had recorded about six months ago, of me sitting in the same chair, and the same position with one glaringly obvious difference - the video version of me didn’t have the belt between her legs.
I knew which video it was immediately, it was the first time he had not only watched but recorded me masturbating and edging for him, he had made me describe how I felt in every moment, in as much detail as possible.
As the video played, he came and stood behind me, teasing my nipples as he bent down to my ear
“Mimic your movements for me pup. Pretend you can still feel something other than metal on that dripping hole of yours - listen to exactly what you’re missing out on in your own words…let it all sink in, and when you’re so frustrated you’re ready to cry, then ask yourself if I’m right, if edging will eventually become your new orgasm”
And with that he twisted my nipples sharply before settling himself into the couch to enjoy the show.
I’m starting to think I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, so to speak…
~Wyn xx
Perfect.
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Two churches located across the street from each other.
blua:
I’m not even religious, but I love this.
Disgust
He fucks other girls, yes. All the time, and I see it.
Today, on my way to put his dick in my mouth, I spotted a hair tie on the bedside table and was super not okay with it. Like picked it up in disgust with the tips of two fingers and showed it to him, an accusing look in my eyes.
“You want snaps of me fucking other girls, but a hair tie makes you mad?”
I handed it to him and, as he threw it into a drawer, I put his dick in my mouth.
Why?! Why was I weird? Makes NO sense.
But none of this makes sense so who knows.
2012, first time my boyfriend actually fucked his lover at our apartment while I was politely away to give them privacy. I come back and find the perfume he had used to refresh himself after the intercourse, a perfume he had actually never used and that he had put on simply because it was the closest at hand. I remember not saying anything, just grabbing it and then throwing it away.
We can project our repressed feelings in weird ways and on weird, innocent objects ;D
“We can project our repressed feelings in weird ways and on weird, innocent objects” <— YES. You get it 😚
The interplay of different girls emotions is the most satisfying part of having a harem. My goal is to encourage a sense of competition between them, while encouraging gratitude when they get my attention, enthusiasm when they work together and a pouty acceptance when ignored.
Don`t be subtle
Don`t try to be smart and flirt subtly. If you like a Sir, outright tell him. Or even better: show him. Spread your legs, don`t hide anything from him. Men need direct signals to understand we want them to fuck us. So don`t be subtle, be direct. Don`t hide, don`t be ashamed.
Good advice for any girl who likes any man.
Why shame is important:
A good girl yearns for shame. She does this because it allows her to become a bigger whore.
She does it because she wants to push her limits. Because she wants to push herself further into perversity and depravity.
A good girl knows that there’s no better feeling than the feeling that comes when, despite how humiliating something is, despite however degrading and potentially mind-rending it is, she does it anyway. Despite the tears in her eyes. Despite the burning in her cheeks. Despite the feeling of her heart dropping itself into her stomach. Despite all of that, all the shame, she pushes through and completes her task. She throws herself further down the rabbit hole and allows it to swallow her whole. Because, she knows that when she comes out the other side, whatever it was that made her throw herself in will no longer make her feel that way. That’s why she doesn’t dip her toes in, why she dives into the deep end despite knowing that it will destroy her. It will be her new normal. Yes, there will be a certain kind of catharsis from it all, but that doesn’t matter to her. Her new normal is all she cares about. And until the most depraved, most dehumanizing things do little more than make her cunt clench with excitement, a good girl knows that she needs shame.
shame is so painful to me…. I need it.
What say you, slut? Are you craving shame and degradation? Just let go, and admit the need.
you yearn to be broken so badly, you break yourself.
Love this. It's the kind of thing I need to remind myself of when I start to question the morality of owning and breaking a woman.
i want Men to treat me like this
I so wish I could treat women like this in public. Sadly it causes a backlash and is not worth the headache.
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I need to be an object people just stare at as I walk around.
The simply act of walking should always be an expression of a woman's sexuality. At least when she is in public or in private with her man.
So cute. No words.
