Reblogged Because I Have To Try This

"You’re so polite" thanks i was raised in constant fear of upsetting people.

I bark when the little masochist in me wants to taste the punishment

brat taming isn’t real

she’s already tamed

she just likes to bark before she rolls over

isn't that right, my sweet puppy ?

If you aren’t her safe place you’re doing it wrong

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I volunteer

Pet girl that I can keep in a cage and piss on for my amusement when.

He changed me so much.

Before, I couldn't even think of taking a picture of myself, naked, and now I barely blink before doing one for strangers on the Internet.

Before, I was too afraid to discuss anything sexual with anyone, I took care of my needs myself, the thought of sexting being so naughty.

And even now, if he took care of me I wouldn't need to resort to other places. I wouldn't be here.

But he changed me, he corrupted me so much, and then left me to figure it out. He left me for my good, because he's a red flag etc etc, but in his absence I might resort to worse things just to feel what he made me feel, for just a moment.

I feel like an abandoned puppy.

After one sided love, manipulation, guilt tripping, almost getting abused, the world finally gives you a guy who's nice, declares their love constantly and seems like someone who wouldn't ever want to hurt you.

Only for you to not feel the slightest attraction towards him.

what’s the point of me having a clit if not to torture it! you can’t fuck my clit, it just sits there, completely useless. you may as well entertain yourself by slapping it & covering it in icyhot or tiger balm to watch me squirm & cry

reblog to show that people should pm you to send you misogynistic things and r@pe threats <3

(please do it to me <3)

one of the most life changing demands i've ever received from a Man was to go grocery shopping and, while i was there, walk up and down every aisle and make a list of things i think He could fit in my cunthole. He told me if i wasn't in the supermarket for at least an hour that day then i wouldn't have spent enough time really thinking about what He could force into my cunthole. He said to be realistic, but also to remember that He could and would (and had!) force something into my cunthole that i might stupidly think was too big, so i should lean on the side of being more ambitious than not.

i made the list. i spent almost 90 minutes shopping and going up and down each aisle, making sure to consider whether something might be able to fit into my cunt. i was drenched ten minutes in and hyperaware of my cunthole the entire time.

i haven't seen Him in quite a while now (this was back in 2019 i think), but every single time i shop for groceries i always flash back to that demand and i am always, always hyperaware of my cunthole, how empty it is without a Man bullying his way in, and how i am nothing more than a set of holes and tits.