attention whore

We all know I like objectifying, mean bondage.

This one starts with you kneeling on an ishidaki board, legs spread with ankles behind an upright post. You’ll be attached to the post by tight waist rope, and an armbinder pulling your elbows around the post behind you. Unable to squirm or pull away, or even really offer your shins relief.

I’ll tie your ankles down and behind your knees, just to ensure you can’t lift your legs up. From there, I’ll add a nice neck corset, nose hooks, and a tightly packed gag. I’ll clamp your nipples too, tying them to a weight in front of you. Again, no squirming.

From there, I’ll be kind and warm you up a bit. Some caning to your exposed calves, some face slaps, maybe some kicks and punches to your stomach. Maybe I’ll get a pointy stick, prodding into your stretched nostrils and sensitive nipples.

Of course, we can’t forget the opportunity to step on those cane marks and really push those shins into the board.

Once you’re sufficiently crying, I’ll tape a bag over your head and add a tube out the top so you can breathe when it’s uncovered. I’ll sit down in front of you, forcing you to make eye contact. You’ll watch me slowly light a cigarette, and carefully exhale into the tube. Your poor little bag will fill with smoke, your eyes will sting, and you’ll try so hard to suck fresh air in to clear the smoke. I’ll cover the tube, and you’ll be forced to cough and sputter and fight against the smoke for me.

Madame and Sir not only made her their maid and servant, they used her to entertain themselves.

For example, Madame told her to do a nipple piercing, and Jane couldn’t answer anything but “Anything for your pleasure, Ma’am”. Madame so enjoyed the new holes in her own bitch, that she didn’t stop on nipples. Septum, tongue, lower lip, and then even clitoral hood. Jane was owned and didn’t have a say in this.

Master enjoyed to put her in use other way. For Him, Jane was a foot table, candle holder, or even ashtray, and all those not mentioning that they both liked to use her as piss toilet in the nights.

Jane however enjoyed her new life. She saw her Madame is happy, and so she was. She perfectly complete their relationships, being theirs toy. She freed them from house chores, and as reward sometimes she could get from them spontaneous edging. Yes, of course she was not allowed to touch herself, and it drove her crazy. Made her more compliant to their whims.

As they knew she was so desperate, they used it to their amusement. There was not humiliation she wouldn’t do.

Once the evening were boring and they wanted some entertainment. They’ve just finished their dinner. As always, Jane didn’t eat yet. She patiently waited while her Masters finishing up and go to living room to rest. Only after it she was allowed to eat by herself, the cooled dish. She was not allowed to warm it up. Usually she left at the kitchen, did her dinner and then did the dishes.

But this evening it was different. By some reason there were at home late, and Jane became hungry. But she patiently waited for them to finish their meal. She knelt down in front of the table, in case their would need her to serve them something or pour a glass of wine. She knew that the plate of her own meal waited for her and her stomach pulled her unhappily, wanting to start eating as soon as possible. Once they finished, Jane took of their plates. But they didn’t planned to leave this time. Madame grabbed her glass of wine, and with a laugh took Jane’s dinner plate and went to the trash can, that was placed at the corner of kitchen. It had closing lid, so Madame pressed a pedal with her leg and threw Jane’s dinner there.

Jane couldn’t believe her eyes. She was not planning it, and of course she didn’t have another portion of it.

Madame looked back at her, and grinned.

"Dinner is served, girl", she said.

Jane looked at her starting to understand. All her inner self squeezed out of humiliation. And she accepted it. She wanted to eat, and although internally she died out of humiliation, the situation aroused her. “Why I am so gross”, she thought. She crawled to the trash can, and looked up at the Madame. Madame burst into laughs. Jane looked at the Sir, who was sitting at the table. But He only silently watched them.

Then she pressed the pedal of the can with her hand, and the lid went up. The trash can was actually full, as Jane took out the trash only in the morning. She prepared lunch and dinner, so it was full enough to form a heap. She saw her own meal there laying at the top, though the smell of it was hiding behind the smell of the trash can. It smelled awful.

“This or nothing”, her Madame made fun of her. And then Jane put her head in the can, trying to catch the pieces of her meal and not touching the rest content of it.

“Don’t be shy”, Madame came to her and bend over the stand, put her foot on the back of Jane’s head. She pressed on her and Jane plunged her head in the mess. Out of surprise her hand slide out of pedal and the lid hit her head, even more pressing her in the trash can.

She was defeated, she lost all her dignity and she started to catch the pieces of food. She felt how her face turns red. She couldn’t help herself. She heard her Madame’s laugh, and she was dying out of the humiliation. She took piece by piece, chewing it.

But the worst part was that she felt that the humiliation, so deep and so intense aroused her. She felt as everything burns under her stomach, she felt her pussy soaked wet. And it brought another waves of humiliation and shame.

She just couldn’t help herself.

The smell was awful, and every breath in made her feel her dignity goes away at all. She heard her Masters left the kitchen, laughing, leaving her alone, but she didn’t care anymore. She ate out of a trash bin.

“You may edge while your head is in the can”, Madame said and together with Sir they left the kitchen.

They directed to the bedroom, loudly discussing what they just did. But she didn’t care.

In private he makes me beg for orgasms, he ignores my pleas, he holds my head into the toilet, he denies my pussy and fucks my ass, he pisses over me and makes me make out with his asshole as a reminder of my place.

normalize me pinching your tits through your shirt, mid sentence, and making fun of you when you lose you train of thought.

normalize me tugging your stupid shirt down under your tits in public and you walking around with them out because you’re not allowed to cover them up.

normalize me referring to you by your tits, looking at your tits when i address you, and leading you around by pinching a nipple and pulling you along.

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