I‘m Inferior Too Men Because…

In a group of men, they all pretend to be my friend, but they secretly plan to play a game. They get me to go to party at one of their houses, and when I get there they huddle around me and tear off my clothes. My arms are chained behind my back and I’m thrown onto a bed where my legs are spread open and tied to the bedposts. They’ve all placed bets on who will be the first to breed me. I whimper when they take turns sticking it in raw, dumping their loads into me. When they’re all finished, they put a plug to keep the cum in my pussy, and then they leave for the night. The next morning, the plug is removed and they take turns once again. My eyes widen in fear when I realize what they’re trying to do. Three times a day, every day, they unloaded their balls deep inside me. By the time a test finally came back positive, my poor cunt was bruised and swollen. They finally unchained me, but when I stumbled to the door it was locked. They laughed at me and groped at my sensitive tits and pussy. I cried as they left again. Eventually I was allowed to wander the house, but only in the nude, where I was constantly bent over whenever the men needed relief. As I reached my due date the men had fun squirting my milk into their mouths and patting my stomach, theorizing who’s it would be. I gave birth as they watched in amusement, and they immediately took the baby and took a sample. Some time passed and they came back and I begged them to finally let me go. To my horror, they explained that one of the men had their baby, but I still needed to provide one for the other 7. And they immediately got to work, pumping me full and plugging up my abused cunt once again.

i hope you recover from internalised feminism

i hope you recover from all those mean, boring feminists telling you what to do

i hope you learn not to feel guilty for wanting to serve men

i hope you learn not to feel guilty for wanting to suck dick

i hope you learn not to feel guilty for wanting to get fücked like a rag doll

i hope you learn to love the feeling of being on your knees again

i hope you learn to love fantasising about getting pregnant and having babies again

i hope you learn to love wanting to be a trad wife, trophy wife, maid, secretary, cook, cleaner (anything where you willingly submit yourself to a man’s natural authority over you)

i hope you feel brave enough to roll your eyes when those mean, boring feminists start running their dumb mouths again

because we know the truth, don’t we, little gender traitor? little pick-me girl?

that you are a hole

to be filled with instructions, cock, and babies

you weren’t meant to do things that are difficult or complicated like those mean, boring feminists say

you were meant to beg for male attention

because being submissive, doing as you’re told, being popular with boys is so much easier

so much more fun

feels so much more true to yourself

forget feminism. edge. get fucked. suck dick. get bred. return to being male property.

those mean, boring feminists lied to you. this is what you were made for.

Do I want a blowjob?

No. I want to flip you over and DROP your head off the side of the bed. I want to invade your throat without regard for your breath or safety. I want to wrap My hands around your throat and pull My hips INto your mouth hard enough to bruise your lips with My pelvis. I want to feel you gag and use the immediate gasp after to press forward one more inch. I want to grab your hair and fuck Myself with your groaning, slurping, glucking face. I want to cum so DEEP in your throat that spitting isn't even on the menu.

Girlfriends give blowjobs. I don't want a blowjob.

i dont even necessarily need sex, i just really need to be submissive to someone. just to let them tell me what to do so i can switch off my stupid puppy brain for a while, just for them.

to be there on my knees while they do work, not even fully paying attention to my pathetic whines as i solely focus on them and them alone. a rough fucking would be appreciated but i dont need it. being on my knees is enough.

Intense, forceful anal in missionary so I can cover your mouth and look you in the eyes while you whine and tremble and try your hardest not to cry.

my favorite thing abt reading posts fantasizing abt anal rape on here is the idea tht ur body just gives in to it n it eventually feels good like i have such bad news for u ^__^ ur gnna feel fine for the first inch or so but as soon as the rest of it slips in, every muscle in ur body is gnna seize up n ur gnna b in so much pain its gnna make u woozy n then !! n then theyre gonna start moving :3 theyre gonna start rocking their hips n ur gnna make noises u probably havent ever heard come out of ur mouth before n if it rly hurts maybe no noise will come out at all !! ur gnna be gritting ur teeth n doing anything u can to get from under them n when tht fails ur r going to b begging n PLEADING for it to be over as quickly as possible bc i pinky promise u its painful n violating n all consuming n ur body isnt just going to give into it n thts what makes it so awesome :D

My Place

My place is on my knees with his cock in my mouth.

My place is standing over the stove. 

My place is staring excitedly out the window in the door as he walks in from work.

My place is standing at his side, with my hand in his. 

My place is cradled under his arm after sex.

My place is pinned up against the wall with his hang around my neck. 

My place is in the passenger seat of the car. 

My place is turned over his knee, or sometimes it’s my nose in a corner. 

My place is at the kitchen sink doing the dishes. 

My place is kneeling in front of him and massaging his aching legs. 

My place is being the little spoon while we watch a movie. 

My place is the side of the bed farthest from the door. 

My place is watching his eyes as he dominates me. 

My place is looking up at him with both arms wrapped around his neck. 

My place is curling up in his lap when the rest of the world is too much.

My place is obeying him.

My place is staying vulnerable for him. 

My place is following his lead. 

Yes, this feels right to me. Still, my place is my place because I choose for it to be. My place is one where I feel fulfilled, where I feel I am my true self. Often being in my place feels joyful, or peaceful, or ordinary, or natural, or freeing, even euphoric. But occasionally it’s humbling or difficult or so vulnerable it hurts. Most often I easily stay in my place or else easily dig to find the self-control to stay there on my own. But sometimes I have to be put back my place and it can temporarily bruise my ego. then, putting me in my place is an act of love. My place is always one of love and respect. 

Giving her pussy slaps for being a good girl.