Toy1209 - Owned Toy

Beauty looks better on a leash. 

I kneel in front of a full length mirror. I insert a thick dildo in my ass. I straddle a pillow.

I slowly start humping my ass on the dildo. I make sure that my pussy almost but not quite touches the pillow every time I impale myself.

I need my cunt to feel empty for this. I need it to drip and drool until I’m slutcrazed. That’s how the training sticks.

“I’m a cunt,” I whisper, looking right into my own eyes in the mirror. My empty pussy clenches.

I thrust myself down again. The huge dildo feels like it’s going to split me in two. “I exist to take cock,” I gasp.

I still shouldn’t touch my pussy so instead I grab my tits and pull the nipples hard. “My udders,” I groan, grinding my ass down hard.

I have to do this for hours to make sure it sinks in. I go slowly and deliberately, to make sure I feel each wave of shame as I degrade myself.

I do it while watching porn, making note of how the cunts display themselves for their inevitable fucking. “Dumb bitch,” I moan, watching a girl get spit roasted by two men, cocks in her mouth and pussy.

The need in my pussy grows and eventually I have to resort to more desperate measures to fulfill my bitch nature. I bounce my udders as I fuck my ass, watching as they flop obscenely. I look so stupid.

Finally, I hear my husband come home. I can’t even stand up. My ass is sore and gaped and my legs are trembling from the need to cum. I crawl naked the bedroom door, down the hallway, and into the living room.

It takes a moment for him to see me, after he sets his keys down and gets a glass of water. When he finally turns around—“Babe? What are you doing?” He sounds surprised. Maybe even disgusted.

But I have to do this. I can’t keep it inside anymore. I lean back until I’m laying on the ground, then bring my legs around so that they’re splayed open in front of him. I see him look at my soaked cunt and the huge dildo in my ass. He still looks astonished.

“I’m a cunt,” I whisper, feeling heat flush my cheeks as I finally admit what I always knew.

“What?” He seems startled. I’m not sure if it’s because he didn’t hear what I said or because he did.

“I’m a cunt!” I yell, knowing there is no coming back from this. “I’m a set of holes with udders!” As I finally blurt out the truth to my husband, I feel my cunt clench down hard and shudder, almost cumming. It feels so fucking good. I have to keep going.

“I’m a worthless piece of female fuckflesh,” I tell him, my pussy contracting in ecstasy as my shame grows. “I’m a—ungh—cocksleeve and a—oh—I’m such a” I can’t even summon words anymore so I have to reduce myself to simply flailing myself on the dildo in my ass, hoping my humiliating writhing speaks for itself.

My husband comes to stand over me and stares down at me, still in shock. I meet his eyes and spread my legs wider. Looking directly at him, feeling his gaze on me, I bring my hand down hard to slap my cunt. I scream in pain as I hit my sensitive clit. My legs flop out to the side.

My husband—laughs. He’s looking right down at me, watching me slap my empty cunt while writhing on a dildo and he laughs. My cunt spasms. Oh god. He will never unsee this moment. I’m locked forever in his head as a stupid, desperate whore.

I can’t help myself from going further. I grab one udder in each hand and shake them wildly, letting them flop up and down. He’s still laughing as I look at him and—“Mooooooo.” The sound I make is guttural and coarse, just like an animal.

He almost stops laughing at the shock of the noise I just made. Almost. But he leans down and grabs a fistful of my hair to drag me upright. My legs still don’t work well so I wobble and almost lose the dildo out my ass. But my husband shoves it back in ruthlessly.

"It's about time you realized this," he breathes into my ear. I hear him unzip his pants and my pulse quickens. "I'm tired of fucking pretending you're anything but cunt meat." A thrill of surprise runs through me as I realize that he's always seen me this way, as flesh to masturbate his cock into.

He spins me around roughly and bends me over a side table. He kicks my legs apart roughly so I'm bent and spread open before him. I shudder in shame, knowing that my pussy is soaking and gaped from hours of edging. I feel his bare cock trace over my pussy lips and it's all I can do to stop myself from pushing myself back onto his cock. He gets to decide how and when I'm fucked now.

"You aren't going to change your mind once you get your horny hole filled, are you?" he murmurs, rubbing his cock right near my entrance. "You're not going to be a dumb fucking bitch about getting raped?"

A moan of embarrassment escapes me but is cut short by a sharp slap across my ass. “No sir,” I gasp, my legs shuddering with the need to be impaled on a cock. “I’m your fuckmeat, I exist to take cock.”

“Damn right, bitch,” he snarls, and thrusts his cock into my pussy. I cry out at the shock of being filled in both holes, stretched completely open like the wanton whore I know I am. He doesn’t even pause to make sure it doesn’t hurt me, because he knows and I know that doesn’t matter anymore.

“I knew it was only a matter of time,” he says, grunting while his cock pounds my cunt ruthlessly. “Females can never hide their bitch nature forever. You exist for this, don’t you? Tell me, cunt.”

I whimper as I’m impaled again and again, fucked the way I was made for. “Yes,” I groan. “This is what I am as a woman. I’m worthless without cock.”

My husband grunts in satisfaction. “No more fucking birth control, slut,” he says, holding his cock inside me for a moment so I can feel my pussy clench around it, my body begging for his cum. “I’m going to rape you pregnant.”

I gasp and try to shift to look at him, but his cock keeps me pinned to the side table. We had agreed before marriage that we wouldn’t have kids, that I didn’t want to be pregnant. But now, with a cock filling my breeding hole, I realize that this is truly my nature. I was made to be a breeding factory, taking cum and pumping out babies like a mindless cow. “I-I, um,” I swallow hard, shame hazing my senses. His hard cock pulses inside me, ready to cum. I know what I have to do to earn it.

“Fuck, I’m your breeding bitch!” I scream, grinding my hips back against him. “Rape me pregnant! Knock me up like a dumb cunt!”

He gives a low chuckle. “You are a dumb cunt,” he assures me, then resumes fucking me senseless. “Get ready for your breeding, cow.”

Most females want a grand wedding with lots of friends and relatives. The kind of wedding I want would not work under those conditions. It would involve the bride being completely naked through the entire event with the exception of a collar.

The groom would enter first, dressed in a very nice tuxedo or suit for the occasion. He would take His place at the alter in front of the officiant.

Next to enter would be the bride, completely naked aside from the collar around her neck and perhaps a jeweled plug in her ass.

Allowed to stand, much like she when He met her, she would walk down the aisle and then kneel in front of her intended Husband. After a brief introduction, the officiant would ask the two to read their vows, which would be very toxic for today's society. Vows would include "love, honor and obey" which I've always thought were a much needed part of today's wedding ceremonies.

Once the vows were said and the officiant declares them Husband and wife, the rings are exchanged and the Husband removes the leash from His jacket pocket and attaches it to the collar of His new wife.

Rights

While there is no legal way to sign over a person's rights, legal or otherwise, to another, I'm curious how many females would contemplate it if it were possible.

Imagine signing over all rights.... freedom, independence, free thought, opinions and even the ability to say no to the one you signed your life over to...

Could you live as an object or a pet, completely owned with no say in your life going forward?

Truly think about that for a few minutes in silence. Try to comprehend what your life would be like as little more than property to another to do with as they pleased.

Could you?

My ultimate goal is not simply to train you to be the cunt we both know is inside you waiting to be freed.... but to turn you into a role model for other cunts as well. Helping you to learn to help others by behaving correctly, sitting, standing and even staying silent in public as you were meant to.

Teaching you to teach others through your actions while in My care.

This is your collar. Locked, unyielding and permanent. It provides safety, comfort and control. It is not only a reminder of your inferiority but of your true place in the world. It is a symbol of submission, belonging and the need to be dominated to all who see you wearing it.

There will be no removing it once it's locked on.

There will be no going back to the world you once knew.

I know you're afraid to admit that you want this. What would your friends and family say? It goes against everything you were taught you could or should be.

Now what if I told you that this is every bit as normal as what you were raised to believe? What if I told you that a female's true place is beneath a Man? Not eye to eye.

What if I told you that, instead of walking side by side with a Man, you should always walk behind Him? Silently.

What if I told you that being naked, on all fours, crawling and eating from bowls on the floor is My idea of normal for a cunt like you?

What if I told you that I preferred you as the inferior, pathetic cunt that you are, not the capable woman you've always pretended to be?