Welcome To Breed-A-Boy

It’s easy to keep women in line if you remember our basic operating instructions. Stimulation of the cunt will induce obedience, sexual excitement, and craving for humiliation.

To maximize the potential of the female mating response, it would make sense to implement public fuck stations. Basically these would be phallic objects for women to casually impale themselves on during the day.

Imagine going to a restaurant and the server asks how many are in your party. The next question is how many cunts are with you. When you get a table, the place settings for the bitches are chairs with fat dildos securely fastened on them. Your wife, daughters, and any free use sluts you picked up can lift their skirts and sink down to impale themselves for the meal.

Buses, subways, and commuter trains all have lines of plastic cocks for women to bend over and secure themselves on. Men can experience the entertainment of watching bitches struggle to balance on a rocking train solely by clenching their cunts on the stabilizing pricks.

Movie theaters and sports stadiums have bitch seats for any females accompanying a man. Even grocery carts are modified to have an extended arm with a fake cock so women can shop while filled, waddling down the aisles with their staked cunts on display.

It will become second nature for females to plan their day around cock. To walk into a board room filled with men and complacently take the bitch seat in the corner to take notes. To use the fuck stations next to vending machines hoping to catch a man’s eye while he’s on his lunch break.

Living as a bitch in this society requires constant attention for the cumsleeve. The natural female addiction to being impaled is encouraged rather than suppressed, to the point where women have difficulty thinking about anything else.

Every bitch wears skirts that barely cover their crotch, which is of course instantly exposed by any movement at all. Pussies are expected to be bare and well-maintained so men can appreciate watching them get stuffed.

Every morning, I walk to the bus stop. Today I recognize the man already waiting there; he was my younger brother’s best friend growing up. I was bossy to both of them, something they’ve each made me regret many times.

He eyes me as I approach. “Hi, bitch.” Casual, barely interested.

I nod to him as I approach the stop’s fuck stations. I hate to do this in front of him, but my cunt is already aching from being empty. I turn around, bend over slightly, and sink my pussy down on one of the dildos protruding from the bus stop wall.

He chuckles. “I love watching you get bitched,” he smirks. My cheeks burn as my eyes drift to his pants, wondering if he’ll decide to replace the plastic in my hole with his cock. I shudder in anticipation even as my face flushes in shame.

He sees where I’m looking. “Don’t get excited, cunt. I already had a bitch this morning.” But he reaches out to squeeze one of my tits anyways. I groan loudly, as I’ve been taught, making him chuckle again. My cunt squeezes harder on its fuckpole.

He casually degrades me until the bus finally comes. The one at this hour is very full. There’s only one fuck station left, and I groan as I realize it’s covered in semen. But I have no choice. I sink down on it, feeling the still warm cum coat the walls of my pussy. It’s not unheard of for a bitch to get pregnant this way—not even getting the benefit of a fuck.

The idea of getting seeded by a stranger’s leftover cum activates my bitch hole even more. Some females are simply slumped on their stations, passively impaled with an occasional bounce as the bus hits a dip. My cumsleeve is too needy for that today, though.

I start pumping myself back on the fuck station eagerly. I squeal when the bus hits a big bump and the dildo thrusts hard inside me, almost knocking me down. A few men turn to watch my display. I meet their eyes as I thrust back on my station, my feet barely touching the ground so the bulk of my weight is suspended by my pussy.

It’s times like this that I feel the reality of being a woman. The way my flesh crawls with shame at displaying myself like a prize breeding pig. How good the shame makes my bitch pussy feel. The overwhelming drive to earn a real cock in my jizz drain.

I keep eye contact with the men watching for the entire ride. Any of them could decide to stop the show to fuck me, but it seems today they’ve decided my humiliation is better. I nearly sob as my stop approaches, since I know it’s forbidden for a bitch to cum unless impaled on a flesh cock. It’s for the greater good, so women never forget that a real fuck is a privilege and not a right.

You could just be walking down the street and a man tells you to show him your tits. You can be a good girl and expose yourself to everyone in public... or he will reveal them by force. Either way, you're still getting stared at - though if you annoy him enough, he may need to teach you your place by stuffing your pussy right there in the street and showing everyone how your tits flop around as he fucks you. You'd better learn to be obedient if you want to get to work any time soon. Or at the very least, how to stop your sloppy cunt from cumming uncontrollably around every cock that enters it... I mean, you can't blame everyone for stopping and staring when you look so pathetic speared by a man.

Or on the train, a man could decide he wants to fuck you there, rubbing his cock under your skirt before pulling your panties aside and filling you up. Everyone on the train would immediately notice, but no one would do anything to stop it. In fact, most of the men on the train would cheer, or pull out a camera to film your erotic slutty face as you get raped. Maybe one of them would order you to moan loudly and tell everyone how good it feels, else he'll rape you next. The assault won't ever end until you give into their demands and humiliate yourself. Oh, and your stop? Well, you missed that long ago.

And what about services? While men can easily shop with just money, women aren't allowed to buy anything without offering their body, of course. Maybe the local shop requires every woman to pull down her panties and spread her pussy for the cashier to see whilst moaning a specific phrase, like "my greedy cunt gets so wet when you look at it, sir". Or maybe a gym requires all women to be sufficiently edged to enter, meaning a man will finger her cunt to check she's wet enough. After all, horny brain-dead girls make the best eye candy for men. And if she's not... Well, the next few hours will be spent fixing that, won't they?

Oh, and you'd better hope you don't look too enticing. Once you get caught in a public gangrape, the rest of your day is essentially gone, along with the last of your dignity. Not to mention the photos and videos soon to be all over the internet <3

Maybe I’ll try out that idea of “I have to answer any ask and do what it says (within my boundaries)” things….

Getting an ask like “put a highlighter in your cunt” and following a strangers instructions knowing they’re getting off on me debasing myself? Hot.

Maybe I’ll try out that idea of “I have to answer any ask and do what it says (within my boundaries)” things….

Getting an ask like “put a highlighter in your cunt” and following a strangers instructions knowing they’re getting off on me debasing myself? Hot.