Foryourdestruction - Destruction

Pathetic little public slave

Imagine the following:

We meet up at your place and I tell you to strip in front of me. You whimper but obey. I tell you to stand straight, legs spread and hands behind your head. Just so I can walk around you and inspect your body inch by inch. It’s my body after-all. You are mine after-all. My fucking little slut. My personal cum deposit. My willing sex slave. My needy whore. Mine.

After a good 5-10 minutes of inspecting your body and groping you, I grab a pen/marker/sharpie and tell you stay still as I start writing on your body.

On your left tit I write: horny slut.

On your right tit I write: owned whore.

On your stomach and above your pussy I write:

Use me sir.

Cumdump.

Owned sex slave.

Fuckpig/whore.

Property of *insert my name*.

Breeding toy.

Creampie me (with an arrow pointing to your pussy).

Filthy.

Smelly.

Pathetic.

On your pussy I write: Cumdumpsters

On your upper thighs I write:

Needy attention slut.

Masters cocksleeve.

Pathetic.

And wet mess.

On your ass I write:

Use me.

Hit me.

Break me.

Fat ass.

Dump semen/piss here (with an arrow pointing to your asshole).

And then I tell you to get dressed. I tell you to get ready. Because we are going out on a date. We’ll go to the movies, visit a park, get some streetfood and generally have a fun time in public. While under your dress your body is marked like the pathetic owned slut you are. Your panties getting wetter and wetter as our date continues and I casually remind you of your place from time to time. Maybe even putting my hand on your thigh and squeezing it with a cheeky smile.

And then at the end of the day. We get an hotelroom. One with those big open windows, nice big beds and spacey bathtubs. There I tell you to undress for me and get on your fucking knees. There I’ll tell you to press your nose against my crotch and sniff the sweaty and musky scent of my cock and balls. There I ask you. “Who owns you. Who is your master?” Expecting you to obediently repeat a “you sir. You are my master, you are,” Before I slap your tongue with my cock and your face with my hands. Praising you for responding so obediently.

Just imagine how humiliating it is to he forced on your knees. Body marked up like that. And forced to suck me off, forced to sniff my smelly cock and balls. Forced to worship a mans dirtiest body parts as he praises and humiliates you for it. Forced to get addicted to his scent. Your face smelling like his personal cockwipe. Like his filthy little plaything. I might even grab you by your hair and forcefully guide you to wherever the fuck I want. Maybe even in-between my ass cheeks. Forcing your pretty little face between my hairy ass. Holding you in place and barking orders at you.

“Go on pathetic slave/slut. Sniff. Sniff that sweaty asshole. Smell it. Rim it. Kiss it. Make out with it. Worship it like your lover. And be fucking grateful I’m allowing you to do so. Understood?”

Oh how fun it is. For the outside world you are an innocent woman. A sweetheart. And here you are smelling my asshole after a date. Rimming me, worshipping me. Humiliating isn’t it?

And then. Then I would lift you up and drag you to the big open window. Push your face against the glass. Tell you to stay still. Legs spread open. Bend over.

I wonder how wet and drippy your little pussy would get. How badly would the room start to smell of desperate wet pussy? Well? What do you think? How wet is it making you now?

(More to come in part 2.)

(via strongwomenturnmeon, strongwomenturnmeon)