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force me to stand in the corner while we hang out just because you can or whenever i do/say something you don’t like

randomly pull me over your lap and spank me whenever you feel like it

put a gag on me the entire time we’re together so you don’t have to bother listening to what i might have to say

tie my hands behind my back and force me to ask you for help with everything

put a leash on me and just drag me around with you

degrade me until i cry

use me as your furniture

humiliate me

force me to humiliate myself for your enjoyment

make me put on embarrassing clothes whenever we’re together and don’t allow me to change

lock me in places whenever you feel like it

pour water over my head and laugh at me before forcing me to go out like that

make sure you always look better than me before we go out

wedgie me and force me to stay in it

write all over my body and face

Feminism has rotted America to the core. Boys now don’t know what gender they are, feminized by a coddling, female dominated, public education system. Men need to step up and return women to their natural place. The status of the female sex with regard to rights, freedoms, and privileges has always been at the discretion of men. We gave them their rights, now we must take them away.

1. Females need to be registered to a male guardian or husband

2. What females wear must be regulated by her male guardian

3. Females should not be allowed to drive.

4. Females should be banned completely from serving in the military, police, or emergency services. Professional fields such as law, science, medicine, and others should establish a very low quota of female workers, if not forbid them outright.

5. Men should be allowed to grope any female in public, and have sex with any female given her male guardians permission.

6. Females should not attend high school past 16, and should take courses in homemaking and serving men.

like it would be so hot if the suddenly freeuse laws were announced. any man can use any woman of age, anywhere and anyhow.

just imagining that i could be bent over anywhere by anyone gets me. just walking on the road and someone smacks my ass. just travelling on local transport and two men just decide to use me and there's nothing that can stop them. during my exam, a guy gets so frustrated at his paper that he takes it out on me or the teacher gets is so done at something so he uses me to get it out of his system.

they'll even make us wear skimpy outfits but without any bra or panties so it isn't exactly public nudity but entices men enough to just pull up my barely covering skirt to find my dripping cunny.

Alternatively, a handkerchief code system would do. Like gays used to have, to signal their availability to each other. If you're my follower, repost to tell us how much you would love to have a surefire way to signal us to casually grope you and use you in public. To be able to wear a particular scarf or hair clip or something, and walk through a park or ride a subway train, knowing that someone will at any moment pull out your tits, or reach into your skirt and start fingering your aching clit. And maybe 3 or 4 of us surround you and push you down on your knees to suck us all off. Like flipping the channel of your life to "porn."

A firm slap followed by a stern “Excuse me”?

Bending her over mid sentence for inspection. It’s hard to sass when you’re exposed like that.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, forcing her head up to meet my gaze, and saying “mind your manners”.

Pulling her over my lap for a quick, but hard spanking. It should be under 2 minutes, but intense enough to remind her it could go a *lot* longer.

Making her kneel beside you while you’re finishing something up. Stuffing her panties in her mouth and warning her not to drop them is an added bonus.

Cuffing her hands behind her then exposing her tits. Reminding her that she’s eye candy needs to drop the attitude.

Yanking her pants to her knees, grabbing a tight hold of her neck, and marching her to the corner. Make her hold whatever position you prefer once she’s there, but her struggling to keep up and the look on her face while you remind her who’s in charge and what you’re going to do to her for misbehaving is perfect.

Making her strip naked for a spanking. Pull her over your lap, and make her sit there for a while before you actually begin. Spank her, make her get on her knees and apologize, then pull her back over your lap to finish the spanking. That keeps her off balance and submissive.

Grabbing her cheeks with one hand, forcing her mouth open, spitting inside it, closing her mouth, forcefully telling her to swallow, then sweetly asking “what were you saying”?

You’re nervous.

“Yes, a little bit. I’ve never been on a blind date.”

I haven’t either.

“I don’t seem to have a menu.”

That’s okay. Do you have any allergies or anything like that?

“Um, no, why do you ask?”

Good. You look nice in that dress.

“Oh. Um, thank you. I-”

Listen. I’m a direct kind of guy, so I’d like you to know a few things.

“Oh. Okay. What do you mean?”

Our mutual friend. She told me a bit about you, but I don’t think she told you very much about me.

“Well, no, she wouldn’t tell me hardly anything about you. Just that she thought I would like you. What did she tell… what did she say about me?”

She told me about the things the two of you discussed, the other day.

“I… she…”

Yes. Those things.

“This is… just…”

I imagine you’re probably feeling pretty angry about that.

“Yeah, I imagine I am.”

And rightly so. That’s why I’m telling you, and why I want to be completely open and honest with you.

“But, why would she tell you about me, but not tell me anything about you?”

She thinks that you might be a woman who is interested in a particular kind of man - a man like me - but she was afraid you wouldn’t come if she was completely honest.

“So, what kind of man are you, that she was afraid to tell me?”

She believes that you are craving to be submissive.

“Oh, you have got to be joking.”

I’m not joking.

“I… where is the waiter? We should have ordered by now.”

I already ordered our food.

“You… already?”

Yes. This may be a mistake, or it might not be. If it is, it’s better to get it out and done now, but please hear me out before you walk away. If you want no part of me or what I have to offer you, then we can go our separate ways. I promise to be completely honest and direct, for better or worse. Okay?

“…okay.”

Okay. Good girl. So. I am a dominant man. What that means is that the kind of relationship I need is with a woman who is submissive-

“I’m not sure what-”

Be quiet, please. You agreed to hear what I said, so don’t interrupt again. Understood?

“I…”

Is that understood?

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Um… yes… Sir.”

Good girl. As I was saying, I need a woman who is completely devoted to my needs before and even above her own, a woman who trusts that I will fulfill her needs, as I see them. If we start down this path, and things work out how I think they will, I won’t be your boyfriend. I’m not interested in dating you. I want to own you.

If you were to give yourself to me, you would pledge your submission. Apart from any limits that you communicate to me, you would be required to do whatever I ask of you. This doesn’t just mean that you would promise to be intimate with me alone, but that you would belong to me completely. Body, mind, and soul. Those tits you made a point of showing off to me when you walked in here, that cute little mouth… that cunt, that if I’m right about you is practically leaking now, aching, begging for attention - all of it would belong to me to such a degree that you would ask my permission to touch yourself before I would ever ask permission to touch you.

“I…”

You may speak. What do you think of all this.

“I just… I don’t know what to think. I can’t believe you’re talking to me like this.”

But I’m not wrong, am I?

“I had better go…”

Sit back down.

“You can’t… you just can’t…”

I can’t what? Keep you here? Of course not. Not unless you let me.

“I’m leaving.”

That’s what you said, but you’re still sitting right here, squirming in your seat. It’s okay, don’t blush. I’m sure you didn’t even know you were doing it.

“You should stop.”

I’ll stop if you want me to. But, please, tell me it doesn’t make your cunt ache just talking about this.

“I just can't…”

Okay. I’m right about you. I know that for sure now, and I think maybe you know it, too.

“You’re crazy.”

And you’re squirming in your seat again.

“Please…”

I wonder, do you even know what you’re begging for? But I understand. This is a lot to take in and you need some time. Here’s my card. I’ll pay for the dinner. You stay and enjoy the food, and you call me, only if you want to.

“Wait…”

Following me to the coat room is a strange way of letting me know you’re not interested.

“Listen, you can’t just… you can’t come and say all those things and just- Oh! What are you doing?”

I’m just standing close to you. Next I’m going to lift your dress and slide my hand down your panties to see how wet you are. I’ll bet you’re practically leaking down your leg.

“Oh, God… please…”

Please yes? Or please no?

“I can’t…”

I’ll stop, right now, and leave if you want me to. Do you want me to stop?

“Please…”

Do you want me to stop?

“No - ahhhh… oh, God.”

There, isn’t that nice? I knew you’d be wet, but I didn’t think you’d be this wet.

“Oh, God, yes…”

You’re really squirming now.

“Please… Oh my God, I think I’m going to cum.”

No.

“No?”

No. I want you to get right up to the edge, but you’re not allowed to cum.

“Not allowed?”

Not allowed. Remember what I said about owning you. If you want that, you don’t get to make decisions about things like this anymore.

“Oh, God, I’m so close. Please can I cum?”

“Please may I cum, Sir”

“Unghhh… Please may I cum, Sir!”

No. Now, stay on the edge for just a moment more. Good girl. Just like that. Good. Now. There. That’s all.

“No, please, I was so close!”

Shhhh. Let it go now. You don’t decide whether or not you cum anymore, okay?

“But… b-but…”

Okay? It’ll be better this way.

“Um… oh, I- okay.”

Good girl. Now, get down on your knees and be ready to swallow my cum.

“You get to cum?”

Yes. I get to cum and you don’t. Knees. Now.

it starts small. a picture of my tits for $30, not even enough to cover the monthly interest. when i ask for more, they tell me i need to work for it instead of begging for a hand out. $50 for a picture of my cunt. $100 for fucking myself with a dildo they picked out and recording it. $200 for wearing a plug out in public and taking a picture bent over a bathroom sink where anyone could walk in and see. the money starts slowly chipping away at my loan, and once it starts, i can't stop.

i ask for more, and they tell me they're done paying for pictures when they could just have the real thing. i protest, because i had told them i wouldn’t meet up in person, but they offer enough that i would stupid for saying no.

i agree. they're nice, on the surface. i can't differentiate the meanness in their eyes from the arousal. the first time, they're gentle, and i think that i made the right choice because nothing bad happened. the next time, they want to use toys on me and fuck me hard with a dildo thats just a little too big, they leave it in while they torture my clit and nipples with pinches. and the next, they want to hurt me. they hit me with a paddle until i'm crying, then use my body while i’m still reeling from the pain. i leave their place with a wobble in my step and bruises all over me.

i go over there one day and they have company. they keep passing me drinks until i'm swaying in my seat. they tell me to undress and i’m sober enough to put my foot down. when i refuse, they grab me and pull my clothes off, saying that whores don't get to say no. i try to fight them off, but it’s no use. they hold me against their chest and their friends start touching me, groping my tits and cunt, laughing at me when i flinch away. someone holds another drink to my lips and spills it all down my front when i won’t open, and the next time they try, my owner forces my mouth open so i have to drink unless i want to drown. more drinks are fed to me, the friends taking turns like i’m a zoo exhibit. the entire time, they’re commenting in my ear about how wet i am just from a bunch of strangers touching me, how loose i am after so long of being their personal sex doll. they make fun of me the first time i cum on someone's fingers.

when i’m wasted, my owner finally lets me go. i’m passed around the party. people use my mouth, my tits, my pussy, my ass. i’m in and out of awareness. i end up in someone's lap without realizing it, and they complain about how i’m so out of it i can barely ride them.

when i wake up, i’m sticky from alcohol and cum, tossed onto the couch at some point in the night. someone has written all over my body with a thick permanent marker, and my stomach flips when i see the tally of how many times i was fucked. my owner makes me beg for some pain killers, then pay for them with head, which makes my headache a thousand times worse. they tell me i can have a shower if i let them take pictures of the aftermath and they force me to pose with my legs open and cunt spread. they tell me i can leave if i let them post all of it online-- every picture and video i ever sent them, all the ones that were taken the night previous, and the aftermath, a perfect timeline of my own corruption published for the world to see.