Does This Thing Look Like It Deserves Equal Rights To Me? Absolutely Fucking Not. There's Barely A Single

I like to write my whore stories to keep her in the right headspace. I wrote her one today that I think you worthless cunts would all enjoy, so I've decided to share.

TWs: rape, cutting, misogyny, CNC, piss play, intox

You wake up, groggy, sore all over; the feeling of cold tile under your bare ass stirs you to alertness. Panic sets in as you realize both of your arms are restrained, behind your back, and your head locked into place. Around your neck is a thick steel collar, tethered to the wall by a very short chain. You're still not quite sure where you are, but you can guess. In the darkness you turn your attention to your body to keep from giving into fear.

Your cunt and asshole ache and you're acutely aware of the cum that's leaking out of your holes. And yet you can't remember a thing. Your head is pounding. The last thing you remember... weren't we on a date? It was a nice restaurant and I was being so nice to you. You should have known.

As you sit there on the cold tile, chained to the wall, contemplating your abuse, you hear me approach.

You wince as the beam of a flashlight blinds your eyes and you hear me laugh. Of course I wouldn't turn on the lights. I want you in the dark, terrified.

"Oh, I see you've come to, whore." I laugh. "Feeling sore? I couldn't help myself when your disgusting little fuckholes were right there on display. And oh, don't worry, I waited until after we'd left the restaurant to rape you. I could tell the drugs were kicking in towards the end of the meal, so I settled up, dragged you into the alley next to the place, and fucked your holes like a cheap whore. I wanted you on your knees, next to the trash, in a puddle of piss, sucking my cock. And in your fucked up state? You were more than eager to do it."

You wince as you feel my hand brush across your face. You can barely move, there's nowhere to run. Your eyes catch a glint of light and you begin to panic. Is that a fucking knife?

I see the look on your face and chuckle. "Oh, right. The knife. Yeah, I can see why you might be scared." I start to run the tip of the blade across your skin, down your body, towards your cunt.

"But this isn't a time for fear, it's a celebration. See, today I've decided it's time to take our dynamic to the next level."

I very gently run the tip of the knife against your clit and then push against it, ever so slightly.

"You've enjoyed so much autonomy in this relationship, but we both know what you truly want: to be owned. To be broken. To be reduced to nothing more than a brainless piece of fuckmeat with no worries, stresses, or fears. Just the warm, comforting embrace of Sir's love and cruelty. No thoughts. No decisions. Just an empty head and filled holes. So today we begin that journey."

You scream as a blinding hot feeling of pain rushes over you. I've started cutting the knife into your pelvis.

"Now I know this hurts, but if you're going to be property, you need to be properly labeled."

You're bawling as I drag the knife across your skin. It's in deeper than I've ever cut you before.

"Y'know, some Doms prefer branding. I just find it so impersonal. You're not cattle! I mean, you're subhuman, yes, but I think my property deserves a special touch."

You're sobbing uncontrollably now, but you breathe a sigh of relief as the acute pain subsides. You see the flashlight shining down, right above your cunt and you see the blood, pooling around my crudely cut initials.

"That should scar up nice and good. And now nobody will question who you belong to."

You hear me unzip my pants and a new fear sets in. You feel the searing pain as a stream of piss hits your open wound.

"Time to clean you up."

I laugh, the cruellest laugh you've ever heard from me, as I piss directly into your open wound. You sputter and gasp as I move from your cunt to your face, drowning you in my acrid piss.

"Welcome to your new life, whore. Get comfy, you'll be here awhile."

I wipe my cock off on your face and then click off the flashlight. The last thing you hear is the door closing behind me as you're plunged into darkness.

You show Him respect by demonstrating your willingness to do the chores once in awhile: piss into a glass and drink it all down in front of Him.

Relationships are built on mutual support. Show Him that you can be the toilet some of the time.

Just got home, so excited to see my toilet Love😍

I’ve started getting concerned though.. is it rude of my to use my Love for going to the bathroom? Is it a sign of respect or am I disrespecting Him whenever I have a wee?

If it is disrespectful, what do I do?!😔

I don’t want to upset Him🥺

This man gets it. This is how all of you filthy, gross cunts deserve to be treated. And I know you all crave it. Crave tasting your asshole on my cock while you're drenched in piss. You crave the complete surrender to filth. Because it's what you are: filth.

Head in the toilet

You clicked on this because you are a gross little humiliation slut, arn’t you? No need to hide it. You are a gross and filthy little slut, looking for nasty stories to fantasize about. You are pathetic. You are going to be rubbing your pussy while daydreaming about this writing for the rest of the fucking day. Do you understand?

Now. You know what I want to do! What I want to try with filthy cunts like you? I want to absolutely treat you like an object. Lesser than a human. Like a gross thing. An it. A rag. A pisspot. Just degrade you by slapping you around. Writing degrading words all over your body. Or drawing things on your skin. Ruining your appearance. Making you look cheap and slutty.

But that’s just the start. After I’m going to push your head in the fucking toilet while stuffing your pussy with a plethora of random objects. From a remote controle, to a toothbrush, pens, wooden spoons or other weird objects. And stuffing your ass with my cock. Literally stretching you out while fucking you so violently it feels like you are being split a part. And at no point will I check in on you. Hold back. Or give you mercy.

I’ll brutally pound and break your asshole. While pushing your head in the toilet and flushing over and over again and spitting onto the back of your head. Because thats what gross whores like you deserve.

Just think about it. Not being able to breathe. The constant waves of toilet-water engulfing you. The intense feeling of my cock up your bum. Being used. Battered. Manhandled. Treated like filth.

But that’s not where this ends cunt.

After dumping my fat load of cum all the way up your asshole, I will make sure to piss all over the back of your head, your hair, open mouth and face. Before using the back of your throat to clean my filthy cock while mocking you and hurling abuse at you. Because that’s what you deserve gross little piss breath slut. To be treated like filth. To be bullied. Used. Trained into being a good sperm deposit and pissy slut. Your head and hair drenched with piss and pisswater. Your eyes burning. Body sore and gross. My balls empty. Just how it should je. With your head in the toilet and your ass stuffed with cum.

You are worthless, cunt. Best to be hooded, gagged and left bound in storage until a man decides to grace you with his cock. Now, he'd have to be pretty desperate to use you when there are so many other prettier sluts to use, but a Fleshlight does come in handy from time to time.

If you see this please tell me that I'm not worth anything, that no one will ever look at me and find me genuinely attractive, that they will only recognize my holes and use them for some quick relief, that I will never be remembered, that I only exist in this world when my holes are used

Corruption

I want to make you worse. Making you edge to the horrible things you never thought your feminist cunt would get tingly for.

I want you to crave embarrassment and humiliation. Get off on being entertainment while I laugh. Ruin yourself for my pleasure and approval.

Help me by always being a role model for others. Good girls make other good girls. You will be judged by your obedience, but rarely expect to cum.

I want to corrupt you.

Y'know, I never had much of an interest in age-gaps. A slut's a slut, no matter how old she is, and there's always been no shortage of sluts my age to use.

Then I discovered Gen Z cunts and my world changed: they are, without a doubt, the filthiest, most depraved whores I've ever seen. Raised on porn, not a shred of dignity. Just eager holes begging to be used and taken further down the path of depravity.

Raise your hand if you're a Gen Z slut!

That's it. Get my asshole nice and clean. Make sure it's spotless. That's my good toilet paper.

a loving plant 🪴

I’m kneeling on the floor, legs spread, my cunt exposed, ordered to remain in this position.

You fractionated and edged me for hours, I’m a puddle of subby arousal and eager desire to obey.

You’re standing over me, next to you a cane and a wand.

“We’re going to train your thoughts now”

You say with a wicked smile.

“It’s really easy, all you need to do is be honest with me, and let the new thoughts in obediently. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

You push the wand on my clit.

“Goood girl. Obedience feels good, it’s arousing and hot. You like to obey.”

You take the wand away.

“Now, remember, be honest. You still sometimes wish you could have an orgasm, isn’t that right?”

Fearfully, but obediently I nod. “Yes Sir”

You smack me on my thigh with the cane. “I know. Now say, admit your bad thoughts”

“I sometimes want to orgasm”

*smack*

“Again.”

“I sometimes…”

*smack*

“Again”

“I… “

“Shh shh it’s okay. Now think about denial. How good it feels.”

You say as you press the wand on my clit again.

“Tell me how good it feels to stay denied.”

“The pleasure feels so good, so hot, so nice”

“Yes it does.”

You pause the vibe.

“And what do you think of orgasms? Do you like them?” You say as you pick up the cane again.

“Nnnnoo, I don’t like orgasms.”

You put the cane aside.

“That’s right. And why is that? “

“Because orgasms are bad. Denial is better.”

You turn the vibe back on.

“Say that again”

“Orgasms are bad. Denial is better.”

“That’s a good girl.”

How about I piss in your ass, make you push it all out into a bowl, and then shove your face into it? I'd hold your head down and watch you struggle as you realize your only options are drink or drown.

piss on me? piss in me? in my mouth? in my ass even?

Feminism is rooted in equality, right? About giving women a choice. So really, feminism is about choosing to be compromising, conciliatory, selfless, compliant, fun and subservient to men.

Feminism is about choosing to worship cock. About choosing to take it in the ass. About choosing to be brainless pieces of fuckmeat for the entertainment of men.

And if you REALLY think about it? You don't really have a choice, do you? Because good feminists need it. Because good feminists crave it.

So be a good, proud feminist for Daddy: stick out your tongue and spread those holes wide open.

Redefined

Being brainwashed to betray my beliefs is so hot. A favorite idea of how to do that is to just change what some words mean.

I'm a feminist, for example. Staunchly, through and through. Making me turn my back on that would be extremely challenging, and I'd resist it the whole way. But what if someone just adjusted my notion of what that meant?

Get into my mind and tell me that a good feminist needs to compromise. That's not a hard sell. I'm a pragmatist. We live in the real world, total idealism isn't workable. Good feminists meet men halfway.

Then make me believe that being feminist means being conciliatory. That's not a big jump from the first point. These discussions are often so fraught and angry, it only makes sense to try and keep things calm. Good feminists are calm and friendly, no matter what's said to them.

Tell me that a feminist should be selfless. Men think that feminism is all about women wanting things from them, and that makes them not want to help us. To convince them to be on our side, we need to show them how they benefit, too. Good feminists always put men first.

Convince me that a feminist must be compliant. Again, we're fighting against stereotypes here. We need to show men that we're not reflexively oppositional, humorless bitches. We need to show them we can be fun and we can get along. Good feminists never disagree with men.

Make me see that a feminist needs to be fun. Nobody wants to work with somebody who's always dour, somebody who's always all business. We should let our hair down. Show people we know how to relax. Keep everyone in a good mood. Good feminists will do anything to entertain men.

Tell me that to really be a feminist, one has to be subservient. We can't put ourselves first. We need to be willing to sacrifice for the cause. If that means letting men call the shots so they'll support us, that's what we should do. Give up ego and pride to make a difference. Good feminists are obedient to men.

Keep going. Keep changing things.

Good feminists accept abuse without complaint. Good feminists don't talk back. Good feminists dress to show off. Good feminists speak when spoken to. Good feminists convert their friends. Good feminists worship cock. Good feminists live to serve men. Good feminists are obedient slaves. Good feminists are misogynists.

That's what the word means, after all.