‘secret’ horny side blog

Making her betray all of her little feminist beliefs for me is amazing. Get her a collar and leash and walk her around while she tells me about how women should be treated fairly.

and it talked about being like leashed to your owners belt loop and i think that would be nice,, imagine your owner is like workin and youre sitting under their desk, unable to go anywhere else,, you start to get all whiny and pouty and your owner notices and just shoves their fingers in your mouth to shut you up,,

or Alternatively if its like a really short chain so youre forced to have your head in your owners lap and every time you slightly move your head you can feel them growing harder and makin little noises,, you eventually start teasing them and they get tired of it and unzip their pants and before you can react they shove their cock down your throat and they hold your leash in a way you cant pull off

“Ok baby”

get them in all sizes so I can leave them everywhere. dropping wallet sized pics of them showing off their tits outside their job. leaving a flyer of them posed with their legs open on a lamppost by their favorite coffee shop. posting one of them getting filled with cum at a bus stop near their house.

before going out, they make sure to top off my water bottle with a little bit. just enough to taste it in every sip, so every time I get a little thirsty, I get a reminder of what it actually is that I'm most thirsty for. I spend my whole day tasting their piss without anyone being any the wiser

at a fast food restaurant, they snag my mostly empty drink cup and bring it back from the bathroom full, or pour some out of a full one to make room, and set it on the table across from me, acting like normal, as if it's at all possible that there's an employee there that doesn't know that they just got me a refill from a different type of fountain

But what if you're on a tight schedule, and a timer with big red numbers is blinking right in front of your eyes? And you'd better make it in time, or else.

What if I'm putting pressure on you, rushing you, telling you that you're not going to make it—what if I hit you every now and then when I get bored? A shove from behind, and you scrape your knees raw on the bare concrete floor.

What if you have to do it at gunpoint?

What if your hands are tied behind your back, and I just stand there laughing, watching you desperately look for something—anything—to grind against? Trying to hump my boot will only get you kicked in the ribs. You'll have to get creative.

What if I use numbing cream on you? You could rub yourself bloody trying to feel something.

What if I know that, with your medication, you couldn't cum even under threat of death? Well, that's not my problem. That's your problem.

maybe the others don't notice what's going on at first, but after one too many stifled moans from me they catch on, ignoring my protests as they start sticking their fingers under my soaked panties to feel how stretched out i am around the base of the dildo.

eventually we have to pull over for a 'bathroom break' and they force me to bend over the back seats for any passing car to see, tying my hands behind me with a belt, stuffing my panties into my mouth to keep me quiet, and pulling the dildo from my now gaping hole, before fucking me one by one, dumping their loads deep inside my cunt.

i'm too weak to protest when one of them decides to take advantage of the ruined hole before him, and i feel something hot flooding into my already overfull cunt. i let out a muffled plea, but he just slides the dildo back inside so nothing drips out, and rezips his trousers, patting my bulged stomach as he helps load me back into the back of the car.