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When I choose my cunt, “please, rape my cunt, Sir” rape me viciously. When I cry, tell me “you asked for this. You even said please.”

Tell me that I’m not being convincing that this is what I want and threaten to pull your cock out and shove it into my ass. I’ll beg you some more. “Please, Sir. Please keep raping my cunt. I want it.”

Make me scream and cry. Punch me, smack me, choke me. Rape me so hard I feel like I’m splitting in two. Pull out of me to shove your cock back in, not caring if I’m bleeding or torn. Shove toys in if you need to. Don’t stop until I start begging you to rape my ass instead. And then don’t. Not right away.

Lesson 42  There are many differences between a pet and a pig.

A pet needs to be owned; whereas a pig only needs to be used.

A pet likes to feel special; a pig knows it is a commodity.

A pet is submissive, but has self-esteem; a pig is a self-hating piece of meat.

After a pet is abused, there is aftercare; after abusing pig, Master pisses on its face.

Being directed makes a pet wet; degradation is what makes the pig leak.

A pet is lonely when Master is away.

No sir. You don’t understand.

When I tell men I want to be treated like a whore I don’t mean cute leashes and crawling to you all sexy. Treat me like a runaway teen who ask if you want a fuck for twenty bucks outside a truck stop. Imagine that I’m so desperate I’ll let you do anything to me.

Bend me over in your back seat and don’t tell me you’re going to fuck me raw and pump your cum into me. Make me get naked. Make me spread my holes. Use me in ways you have only ever thought of, dreamed of, things you would be ashamed to do to your girlfriend or wife. Tell me they’d never let someone treat them like you’re about treat me, because they have self respect, because their lives have meaning.

Punch my tits, slap my face, kick my cunt, make me cry out in pain and then shut me up by fucking my face until I can’t breath. Make me crawl on the filthy floor as you piss on me, make me chase the stream and cut up my knees trying to catch it in my mouth and when I don’t get enough of it make me lick it off the floor while you rape my ass. Pull out only to run the length through my folds, against my clit, tell me I’m a sick bitch for having a wet pussy and then go back and forth between fucking both holes and tell me to oink like a pig or moo like a cow depending on which one you’re using. Slap the back of my head each time I get it mixed up. Make me suck you clean every time you dump a fresh load inside of me and then scoop up the drippings and rub it on my face.

Tell me constantly that I’m a worthless piece of shit, that I’m going to pay you for every load of hot cum you waste inside of me.

Make me suck on your balls while you rub your cock on my face and talk about how no one would notice if I never came back. Make me beg for my life while I bounce on your cock and tell me it depends on whether I can make you cum, then start counting and don’t tell me what you’re counting up to. Make love to my abused cunt with your hand around my throat and your lips to my ear as you moan over and over again, “I’m going to fucking kill you, I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Make me masturbate while dunking my head in the toilet and when I cum grudgingly admit that at the very least it’s funny to watch me being such a stupid fucking whore.

When you’re done with me spit on my body and leave me on the floor, exhausted and covered in fluids. Take a picture and text it to me with a heart before you leave. Let me know our first date was just ok and I’m going to have to try harder if I want you to keep fucking me.

I really want to be verbally degraded.

Told I’m dumb and fat.

Too stupid to be of value.

Last night she begged her Master to take her pillow.

How long until she begs him to take her blanket too?

After that who can guess what she’ll think of.

Good cunts know they deserve to suffer. They spend their free moments focused on making every future moment worse.