Happily owned submissive, slut, masochist, non-monogamist, 40'ish year old female, that is sometimes a brat, from the metro-east area of St. Louis, Missouri, USA. Formerly Not2Shy84 until the tumblr porn bots got me... Messages, ask, and submissions are open and welcomed.
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I want you to forget you're a woman. Forget the value you see in yourself as an intelligent capable female. Put your modesty, dignity and pride out of your mind completely and simply be the naked, three holed set of tits drinking from the bowl at My feet. Feel the freedom in your slavery... the freedom to be what you always should have been.
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if you've ever been raped, abused, sexually assaulted, etc,. and told one of your male friends about it, just know that he went home and stroked his cock wishing he'd been hurting you instead. next time someone uses you, you should send your male friends pictures of your bruises.
In the mood to be in a sex swing, blindfolded, ring gag in, tits hanging down below, cunt stretched open and just set up in a club for whoever to use. Maybe earbuds so I can listen to music (or porn) while I'm being fucked and played with
A woman may be led to deviate from her natural role of subservience. It is the man's duty to ensure that she returns to the right path with authority and justice.
Therapy session but instead of a couch it's a gyno chair and your legs are in stirrups and the man is describing your body in medical terms. He explains how insemination works as he puts a speculum in you and jerks off into your open breeding hole.
Yes yes yes yes yes and then it makes me so fycking stupid and horny I rub my clit desperately and beg him to fuck me after
I just changed out of my shirt, tie, and white coat - what I usually wore when I did most of my standard visits and pelvic exams - and into my purple scrubs. I wore these when Iâd be performing procedures or had other concerns about possible âsplash overâ - you know, bodily fluids that might squirt or otherwise stain my normal clothes.
Walking into the procedure room I saw my staff getting the final preparations completed. âSo, howâs our patient doing today? All ready to get started?â I asked her.
âMmmnnnnggghhhmnn!!!â she replied. Loudly. Well. Shouting might be a better term. Screaming, better yet. âIâm sorry kiddo, itâs a little hard to hear you through the gag, so Iâll just take that for an enthusiastic yes!â She cried out more and strained and struggled against the straps that tightly held her waist, torso, and extremities in place. âSuch enthusiasm! I know, I know, Iâm excited to get started too!â I said as I rolled up between her spread legs, her shaved pelvic area on front of me - properly draped - and ready for my skilled hands to do what they did best.
My assistant handed me a pair of gloves, but I handed them back immediately.
âNo no, I need the long ones today. The obstetrical ones. Thatâs right,â I confirmed as she handed me a different pair. Sitting in my place between her legs, I began to don the gloves. The stretching and snapping sounds as I pulled them tightly over my hands were loud and attention getting, but my patientâs eyes truly began to widen as she saw me sitting there pulling the gloves far past my wrists and up my forearms.
âNow, letâs take a peek and see what weâre working with, shall we?â I asked rhetorically as I reached towards her vulva.
âNmmmmghhaa!â she cried out again as she felt my finger first slide between her inner labia. âShhh, itâs okay sweetums, just some touching right now,â I reassured her. Her cries calmed down, replaced by mere sobs, quiet whimpers, and occasional gasps of surprise as she felt my touch in places that ⌠well ⌠she wasnât anticipating.
After another minute or two of closely examining her externally and around her introitus, I informed the room that it was time to begin. My assistant took her place by the patientâs head, calming, reassuring, and caressing her hair and brushing the loose strands out of her face. âItâll all be over soon, you can trust your doctor, heâll be very professional and as quick as he can be without causing any more pain or damage than absolutely necessary!â
As I inserted my third finger insider her vagina, the alarm on the patientâs face was beginning to increase. She squirmed a bit, but was mostly calm. The fourth finger triggered her a little bit as she tried in vain to pull away from my hand. âYouâll feel my thumb begin to push inside you now, kiddo, then lots of pressure, mkay?â She started to strain against the leather straps again at this point, but to no avail.
She had nowhere to go. There was no escape, no solace, but to simply experience what was happening until it was over. However long that might take.
As my hand pushed deeper and deeper, the base knuckles from all of my fingers and thumb finally slipping past her opening, I could feel her muscles tighten up as though they might be able to prevent this forceful violation. âThis is the hard part now, so I want you to tighten up for a couple of seconds, hard as you can, then relax, okay? On the count of three, give a good, hard, squeezeâŚ."
Her eyes were practically popping out of their sockets. They darted to either side, up, in all directions, as if she might find an escape route, but ⌠there was none.
âOneâŚ"
âNmmmnnnnghhh!â The pleading in her eyes was delicious.
âTwoâŚ"
Her head started shaking back and forth violently, trying to signal a rejection of the inevitable.
âThree â squeeze for me!â She screamed out as she also did as she was told. I could feel her pelvic floor and all the muscles in that area clench and squeeze against my fingers and knuckles.
âAnd stopâŚ.relax now, kiddo, your jobâs all doneâŚâ
My assistant held the patientâs face between her two hands, cooing her pride and support, as I pushed the rest of my hand into the poor girlâs almost virginal vaginal vault. She bucked and cried, screaming, into the gag. She tried to pull back, uselessly, the restraints holding her right where I wanted her to be. Finally, my entire hand was inside her. I couldnât see more than an inch or so past my wrist, everything else enveloped with her tight, hot, stretched vagina.
âThe doctorâs going to start the stretching exercises now, so go ahead and cry out as much as you need to, okay? Just let it out, and before you know it the next fifteen minutes will all just be a bad memory!â instructed my assistant.
I smiled as I squeezed my narrowed, inserted hand into a fist and began to move it about, carefully connecting the small movements I made to the shrill sounds coming out of her mouth and strained, panicked attempts to pull out of her restraints.
âI think we might need to reschedule her rectal stretching for later in the week. I have a feeling this will take a lot out of her, and Iâd hate for her to pass out from exhaustion mid-procedure,â I stated as I retracted and reinserted my hand yet again. Iâd hate to be known as one of those doctors who didnât care about my patientâs welfare...
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If youâre gonna rape me, donât rely on weed, alcohol or roofies to do the work for you. Those things have a time and place, but donât you want me to have enough strength to feel my body wriggle and writhe beneath you when I try to get free? Donât you want me to be conscious enough to beg you to stop, to hear me cry and scream because why is this happening to me? Donât you want to feel how tight my pussy squeezes your rapist cock because if I could just squeeze tight enough maybe you wonât be able to fit?
Getting home late after a long night of drinking with your friends, only to have a pistol pressed to your back the minute you slip your key into the lock, a gloved hand clasping over your mouth from behind to silence your panicked cries for help. Hearing a raspy voice whisper into your ear, ordering you to shut up and open the door unless you want a bullet in your spine. Being forced inside and shoved to the floor, your mind racing as the dizziness from the impact and the alcohol hits you, the room spinning around you like a carousel. Turning to look up and seeing a man in a ski mask towering over you, clutching a roll of duct tape, eyeing you down like the weak, pathetic prey that you are. Realizing that your house is about to become your prison, that youâre about to become a rape victim, just another pretty little statistic, and that thereâs nothing you can do to stop it.
Pull out? Why would I ever pull out? It feels soooo much better for me to pin you down and fill you up. Push in and out so I can make sure you take it all. I don't really care what the consequences are for you, all that matters is how good it feels to breed you.
Rapist who realizes heâs falling in love with his past victim because he canât stop masturbating to the memory of her. Rapist who uses the same pair of ripped up panties he stole from her as a cum rag to jerk off into every single time, because it gives him a high like no other. Rapist who took polaroids of her while she was tied up, and now he keeps them everywhere - in his wallet, in the glove box of his car, tacked to the ceiling above his bed. Rapist whose cock throbs every single time he remembers something about that night; the way she cried, the way she was dressed, her scent, the feel of her skin against his. Rapist who eventually caves to his own obsession and starts stalking that same victim again, after all that time had passed, because thereâs just something about her. Sheâs just too perfect for him. Sheâs stuck in his head and wonât ever leave. She was the best girl he ever had. Sheâs the one.
Oh poor little sub. Just think about my hands roughly moving all over your body. Groping you. Grabbing you. Pinching you. Hurting you. Think about me pushing you down. Hands grabbing your wrists. Tearing your clothes. Slapping your ass. Groping legs. Digging into your hips. Hands spreading you. Folding you. Pinning you down. Exposing your body. One hand wrapped around your throat. The other holding you still by the hips. Even if you try. Even if you donât want to. You are mine to enjoy now. You are being held down by me. Thrown around by me. Manhandled by me.
Before feeling the tip of my wet cock press between your asscheeks. You shake your head. Whimper. âH-hey, not there?!â You whine. As you try to crawl away. Try to escape in fear and terror.
But I ignore you. Pull you back by the legs. Pin you down. I start sliding it inside your tight little asshole inch by inch and groaning softly as you whimper and shake your head in fear âGod you are so fucking tight. Such a sexy ass. Such a good slut you are for me. Just a little bit more. Iâm almost in.â I gasp out.
âNo! It hurts. You are too biggggg.â You squealed. Within a few minutes of careful pushing I was inside of your tight little asshole fully. Fully stuffing you with my throbbing and fat rod. Fully stretching you out.
You gasped and panted heavily. Tears rolling down your face. You felt full. Ruined. Taken. Stretched the fuck out. I adjusted myself and groaned in pleasure. âThatâs a good slut. Thatâs my toy. Iâm so proud of you for taking it. Just stay still. Stop trying to resist. Stop trying to run. I ainât done with you yet.â I said in a dark and cold tone, while lovingly caressing your back. My hands dancing on your skin, before wrapping my fingers around your hair and pulling your head back. The other wrapped around your neck from behind. Slowly sliding my cock back, before cramming it all the way inside in one painful push. Inciting a scream and a flowing of tears that only made me harder.
âWhatâs wrong? Does it⌠hurt?â I said mockingly while slowly pulling out.
âY-yeass.. s-stop. Sstopppp.. pleaseeeâ you said, through tears and snot.
I let you sob for me in silence. Not responding. Not moving. Just enjoying the pain and panic. Before slamming all the way inside you again. Fully stuffing your asshole with my cock. Within moments I was fucking you hard and fast. Groans, mixed with crying and whimpers filled the room. Your pain, my pleasure. Thatâs all that mattered right now.
âPlease?! S-stop. Not there. No! Please. A-t least lube it up more. I beg youuuuu! It huuuUuUuuurtsssâŚD-donât!â You scream and cry. I laugh. As I push my entire weight down on top of you, grabbing you by the hair and making sure you wonât escape. Teasing and mocking you as I feel myself slip in and out your asshole. Inch. By. Inch. As you are helplessly flailing about, but pinned down and overpowered by force. My cock painfully deep inside your ass as you shriek and cry. Moaning and sobbing. Whimpering and begging. But I ignore your sorrowful attempts for mercy. And instead brutally and painfully pound your asshole. Bullying you. Ignoring your begging. Drilling you from behind. Cramming myself inside you forcefully and painfully. Making you cry. Making you suffer for me anal toy.
You on the other hand keep begging.Pleading. Almost frantically. Out of breath. Words slurred. Snot and tears flying. Trying to grasp onto hope as you keep pleading. Keep asking. Keep telling me over and over again to stop. âIts the wrong hole!â âStop I donât want itâ âitâs too big!â âIt hurts!â âYou are tearing me apart! Iâll die!â Ahhh, all music to my ears.
While I slide myself inside you fully. Enjoying stuffing your little hole with my cock. Before putting my hands on your hips and pounding your asshole without mercy. Stretching you out. Stuffing you full. Ruining your guts Taking you roughly. And dicking you down as you lay there on your stomach with no way to go. Nothing to do, but to fucking take it and cry. Thatâs right. This wonât until Iâm cumming in your ass. Until Iâm using you as my anal cocksleeve. While Iâm forcing you to take it. Only then will I fill your ass up with cum. Your hole is mine to take after all. Mine to enjoy. Mine to shatter.
So they screamed. Tears flowing. Body twitching in pain. Too much to bear. Mind shutting down. Eyes rolling up. As I let out a sigh in pleasure and delight as my cock was being nicely wrapped around their tight hole. Your tight hole. And yet again all what mattered was my orgasm. My pleasure. Their pain. Forcefully taken. While they limply laid there, whimpering and surrendering to my will. Tears flowing, but pussy dripping.
Even if you resist. Even if you whimper. Even if it hurts. I want you to suffer for me as I bend you over, lift your ass up and slowly but surely push my cock inside of your asshole. Prior to brutally pounding and ruining it. I want you shaking your head and softly whispering no, as I pump your ass full of cum. Stuffing you fully with dick and semen. As I fill up your ruined ass and cram myself ballsdeep inside of you. Just to cum. Just to hear you scream. Just because I know youâll suffer.
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