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I got a funny feeling in my stomach and said,“Ok.. what is it?”

He turned to look at me and said,“It’s about our wedding. Our ceremony will have to be in private. We can’t have a big wedding like you wanted. I’m sorry babygirl.”

I jolted up and whined, “What, why?”

He touched my cheek with his thumb and looked me in the eyes and said, “Because think about it honey. What are we going to do when they say you may now kiss? Are you going to kiss my asshole in front of our families and friends?”

This sunk in and I stammered. “But I.. can’t we? Just for one night?”

He resumed petting me, chuckled and said, “No sweetheart. That would be fake and I don’t want our love and our marriage to be fake. I want it to be a beautiful representation of the rest of our lives together. Don’t you want that too?”

“Uhh yeah I guess so” I said.

He smiled at me, “Good. Then it’s settled. We’ll do a nice private ceremony. It will be a beautiful wedding.”

I looked at him with tears in my eyes as he wiped them away and said, “Oh don’t cry baby. I know it’s not the wedding you dreamed of but it will be so much better. It will be so romantic. You will wear a beautiful white dress. I can’t wait to marry you and make you my wife. I love you.”

He unbuckled his pants and slid them down and said, “Now give daddy a nice long kiss for practice. I can’t wait to do this on our wedding day as your husband.”

I got on the floor onto my knees and looked at his legs spread out with his big balls and cock in my face and tucked my head under them to give him a sweet kiss on his asshole. He put his hand on my head lightly and said, “Thaaat’s it. There you go. That’s my girl.”

Sitting on your face and making you tonguefuck my hole until you're covered in drool, until your lips are puffy and your tongue muscles are tired. Using your mouth to get off until you're reduced to nothing but a messy, exhausted, undignified slut desperately gasping for air. Reprogramming your little brain one lick at a time until you can barely remember why you're being punished, only that you deserve it.

Kinks involved: misogyny, public humiliation, intelligence degradation, blackmail, CNC, humiliating feminists, etc.

I've been thinking about this fantasy I have where I move to a big city and find work at a one of those bikini bars. I love all the attention and sexist comments I receive daily working there.

One thing I never expected tho was to see a few of my old guy friends from high school at one of my assigned tables. My face gets beet red when I notice and I beg my manager to let me switch tables with somebody but he's not having it.

So I walk over, confident as I can with my tits pouring out of my tiny bikini top which just covers my nipples and my nearly invisible from the back g string thongs. "Welcome in, can I get you started with any drinks tonight?" I ask. They look up and start laughing, harder and harder. "Oh my god, I knew you were a slut in high school but this I never thought I'd see!" One shouts once he catches his breath. Another chimes in "Weren't you treasurer of the young feminists club or something? You look so much better without that ridiculous purple hair, wearing heels and showing cleavage. Much better than those boots and modest oversized sweaters you always used to wear." I sigh in embarrassment "Yeah ok you've had your laugh, what are you doing here anyway?" I ask. I learn that one of them is a high level corporate lawyer in a nearby city and the other two were doctors here at a conference. A wave of humiliation comes over me as a realize how successful they are compared to me slutting myself out to men for tips on a daily basis.

They continue ogling me for the rest of the night, giving me commands and mocking me. "Guess not everyone's cut out for college" "Come on push those tits out" "I knew you'd never amount to anything more than a common bimbo slut". Eventually they escalate to making me rub and pinch my nipples, right there in the restaurant. I refused at first but then I hear- "Aww what a shame guys, looks like she doesn't want any tip for this 300+$ meal." and I cave, realizing I am completely at their mercy. Showing off my ass bending over for them, one of the guys snaps my g string and they all start dying laughing again. "Look at her she's loving this, bet she's wet right now" "Seriously she's the one who should be paying us, pathetic bitch."

Two of them finally leave and one stays back, pulling me in. "You know you do look really good like this cunt, here's my numbe" he says, slipping me a business card. I look up at him, surprised "Really, you'd want to go out sometime?" letting myself sound hopeful. He laughs down at me "Oh god no honey, who'd wanna date a whore like you? I just come to town for work sometimes and need a booty call to use while I'm away from my wife. I'll make it worth your while, consider giving me a call." He pulls my top down and slaps me on the ass before following his friends outside.

[oops, late w this one. btw on that note about porn audio engineers and chris nolan, i truly feel like i could make it big as a porn director. like, yk, go all artistic on it and shit. born to win oscars, forced to write code 😔]

C/W: Cuckquean

Oh fuck... fuck...Of course I... of course I love you, baby. I even got you a surprise. You get watch my girl best friend jerk off my cock with her cunt on Valentine's. Isn't that romantic, baby?

Oh myy god. Fuck... I know I said we're like siblings, but... there was always so much tension between us. You get it, don't you, honey? Oh shit... I just never thought she'd feel this tight wrapped around my dick like this. Is that bad? That if I'd have known how soft her tits are or how tight her cunt is... you and I probably wouldn't be dating? That I'd be spending every night burying my fat cock into every one of her holes? Sloppily grinding away, sweat and spit slathering her skin while I breed her?

No, baby, I'm not going to leave you... but things are going to need to change. I'm—FUCK... I'm... going to start dating her. I'm sorry but look at her body. Look at those tits. Now look at yours... Yeah, you get it?

But don't worry, my love. You can start dating my asshole instead. Go on... kiss your new boyfriend, honey. French kiss your boyfriend on Valentine's. Oh shit... you're doing a good job, aren't you? Such a good, stupid fucking cuck. Sloppily making out with your man's asshole while he picks another girl over you. Go on... I'm going to start kissing my new girlfriend. Aww, look at how she's blushing. She and I have been crushing on each other for far longer than you've been in the picture.

Oh my—... Fuck, baby, I think she liked that. I think my new girl loves it when I tell you how you can't compare to her. Is that bad? Does that make you sad? Yeah...? That's okay, baby. Go ahead and cry while you tongue my ass. We'll treat you so well, like you're our little pet. I mean you're already sniffing my balls and licking my ass like some feral bitch, aren't you?

Fuck, baby, FUCK. I love you so much. Oh my god, my dick is going to fucking explode inside her. Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK, I can't hold back. Baby, I'm gonna breed, I'm gonna fucking fill her UP. Ohhh fuckkkk. Fuck... Oh god... Keep tongue fucking my asshole baby. I want you slurping my cum out of her once I pull out. Aww... you're going to be such a good little cumrag cuck, aren't you?

it started innocent enough, I'd just casually press the button when I gave you a treat.

Caressing your cheek, one click.

Giving you new pieces of clothes, one click.

My thumb on your mouth, click.

Then every time I made you cum, I begin to press it as well.

As I entered you deep and gentle, click.

As I put my fingers inside you in public, click.

As you trembled, your legs shaking as I was filling you up so deep you felt my cum stir your insides, click... click... click.

After a while, the sound became part of your life. You even kept count of them.

A day with few clicks made you want to be better.

A day with lots of clicks had you smiling happily as you went to sleep.

you asked to see the tally every day, beaming when it hit double digits on a day because you were such a good girl.

By then you'd do anything to hear it.

Anything at all... For that little sound.

Click.

Before, you had to be forced to do... some things. They made you cry. You didn't like it. You even hated some.

Now you crave the little Click afterwards.

Now you just whimper and nod, your eyes fixed on the little device in my hand as you endure whatever twisted depravity I create for you.

Waiting for the click.

it makes you smile trough the tears when you hear it. You even laugh relieved.

Click.

Makes your brain bombard you with the happy chemicals.

Click.

Makes your holes twitch in anticipation.

Click.

Makes your whole body soften.

Click.

Makes you want it more.

Even the word makes you think about it doesn't it?

It's like every time you read it you repeat it in your head.

Like I'm calling you a good pet.

Even now as you read these last few lines, you're expecting it.

Slowly getting more and more desperate for me to put it in here.

To make you smile.

To make sure you're a good pet for reading all the way down here.

How many times it repeats? How many times you re-read all I wrote to make sure you didn't miss one?

Maybe if it hit a magic number, like... 18, it'll make you giddy and give you that sweet rush of happy numbness in your little head.

You just went back to count them, did you?

Good job.

You noticed?

It needs just one more...

What would you do for me to make it get to that magic number?

What will you give me?

For just...

One...

Imagine changing the fences every day so they wake up not knowing where they're allowed to go and have to check by getting shocked

They try to go into the kitchen and get zapped, they have to search for the food you've left them else were in the house

One day they try to go to the toilet and the whole bathroom is off limits, but the backyard isn't

i disobey? buzz buzz

another guy talks to me? buzz buzz

I will decide your sleep schedule, what and when you eat, so that you won't forget to take care of your health.

I will decide where we go and what we do, so you only have to relax and enjoy.

I will decide what you wear, and give you codes. Code 1 for slutty, 2 for sexy, 3 for classy. I will tell you which code you'll need for every day and for every occasion. You will only deal with the best part: having fun shopping according to My preferences.

I will decide how you speak, how you refer to Me, how you refer to yourself, what tone and choice of words you use.

I will decide what you think, how you feel, and your opinions about everything, including your own life and memories.

I will decide how you act, how you move, how you walk and how you present yourself to Me.

I will decide what housework and chores you take care of, and what exercice routine you follow.

I will decide when you're free to watch your favorite shows and pursue your hobbies, after I've approved of them.

I will decide how you edge, what will turn you on from now on, what mantras you'll repeat daily, how you train your holes for Me, and what porn you watch.

I will decide how you serve Me, cook for Me, help Me relax, show off and dance for Me, entertain Me, humiliate yourself for Me, soothe Me, be cute and silly for Me, and how you suck My cock and take it in every last one of your holes.

I will decide how I punish you, praise you, train you, discipline you, reward you and encourage you.

I will decide what slave you are for Me each day; the bimbo fucktoy, the cute soothing puppy, the worthless cumrag, the abuse whore, the cum dump, the leashed pet, the housewife, the slutty maid, the club hoe, or Daddy's girl.

I will decide everything.

I will decide, so you can be free.

Free of the worries and stress and responsibilities you never should've had as a woman.

Free to be happy, and horny, and silly, and fulfilled.

Oh, you forgot? That's so funny. Maybe that's because of how much I encouraged you to pre-drink before the party even started -- you could barely speak cogently, honey.

Not that you needed to: you were wearing such a cute little outfit, and you're such a special girl that even when slurring your words you know how to keep an audience captivated.

It's too bad you don't remember which of my friends were there... which of them saw what a dirty little slut you truly are. I COULD tell you, but that would spoil the fun -- I think it's so much cuter the way your face turns a shade of scarlet every time you blushingly see one of my friends and frantically try to remember if they were there that night.

Do they know what an easy little set of wet holes you are? Do they respect you? Or are they smiling because they just remembered how your tight wet hole felt that night... and if so, which hole in particular are they reminiscing about?

You're so pretty when you're pathetically drippy at your own shame.