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It’s really hard to explain how much I need to be controlled. Part of it even feels insane to me? Because it’s stupid. It’s really stupid.
I want cameras in my home. I want loudspeakers and microphones so you can hear and see me and communicate with me. I want punishments when I’ve barely broken a rule.
I want my life to be devoted to my owner. I want my mind to become His. My thoughts are only what He wants me to think. All of it.
I don’t want options. I don’t want choice. I don’t want freedom. I want every single thing I do to be the decision of my Owner. From hair to clothes to interior design to what I do.
Turn me into your perfect slave. Your dumb bitch with sagging udders. The three holed two uddered cunt who is there to be abused.
I want this so much it nearly hurts. Which is hard to admit but maybe by saying it I can manifest what I need.
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boyfriend that says he needs to look at ur friends OF content during sex so he can stay hard. 💗
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Repeat after me ♡
If you get turned on, it isn't rape
If you cum, it isn't rape
If you spend your free time being a whore for strangers on Tumblr, it isn't rape, you're asking for it ♡
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The simplest way to break it down for you brainless cunts goes like this. From the day you came into this world you were inferior. You belong at the feet of any man who tells you to get down and worship them. Don’t compare yourselves to the dumb cunts in society who can’t accept it. They are failures in life because of some ball-less man who handed them a choice. Women whores can’t think for themselves. You are brainless objects with nothing to offer the world except 3 holes and a set of tits. Shut your fucking mouths, do whatever a man tells you, and remember, we still see you as inferior whether you embrace it or not. The jokes just on you.
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Saturday Morning
Master kicked pig to let it know he needed to relieve his bladder. Pig quickly knelt by the side of the bed to swallow his golden liquid. When the last drop was consumed pig sucked the cock that was pushed between its lips. Master then shoved pigs unworthy face into the mattress as he dry fucked its asshole until he eventually filled it with his precious cum.
Now this worthless pig is making Masters breakfast. It’s belly is heavy with Masters full bladder of morning piss, its taste still flavors its pig mouth. The pigs asshole feels torn and stretched as cum runs done the back of its legs.
It is a good day.
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i want to be used like the most pathetic, disgusting, horrible slut on the planet. i don’t want a single ounce of control in the bedroom and in my life. i want to stay in a collar. i want possessive, jealous, protective. i want to be hit when i don’t do things right. i want to ask for permission to sit on the couch, to sit on the bed, to eat at the table. when you’re on the couch, watching a show, i want to be on my knees, gagged and silent. i want you to choose what i wear, how i do my hair, how i do my makeup. i want you to constantly remind me of how fucking disgusting and horrible i am. i need to be reminded that i am beneath you and always will be. i want you to piss on me. use my mouth as your toilet. i want you to stuff a dildo down my throat and listen to me gag and choke for your enjoyment. i want you to write names all over my body and make me look at myself in the mirror after you’ve completely destroyed me. i don’t need to cum when you use me. your pleasure and your enjoyment is all that matters to me. my pussy is for smacking, for pain, for you to torture and use at your will. my ass is yours to fuck. no matter how hard it hurts, keep fucking me please. you will be my master. my owner. i am yours body and soul. please treat me like the trash i am. please. i’ll do anything. please.
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I'm a second place hole. I'm the least of his bitches. His happiness is my only priority. I exist to serve men. I am the patriarchy's whore. I'm disgusting. I'm less than a person
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Empower Women to…
Lose weight
serve
kneel
cook and clean
raise children
bear children
dress pretty
suck dick
get their tits done
get their lips done
work out instead of work
Not everything for every woman, but they should be free to do those things by virtue of their man’s providence.
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It's not even funny how many of you need this
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You asked your husband why he was making your mother a Father's Day card.
"For making you so desperate to not be her that you let me do anything. Just so I won't leave."
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I remember the last time i was on snapchat with this stranger and he asked me to drink my piss, and ofcourse it was stinky and everything but I've NEVER felt more like a girl. It felt so real, so natural.
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Help mee ruin me?
How do I become a better emptier bimbo??
#patriarchy kink#daddy's good girl#bimbo doll#mysoginy kink#daddy’s little toy#obedient sub#bimbo training#fat piggy#bimboification#bimb0fication
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Kneeling in front your man. Hands bound behind your back, a pretty collar matched to your lingerie. Letting him teach you how he wants his cock sucked. The vibrator in your pussy going when you are being good. The flogger striking your ass when you make a mistake.
Just imagine being pretty. Being submissive. Being useful. And earning his full attention.
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husband who makes me close all my individual bank accounts and only be an authorized user on his. or makes me one of those bank accounts for dependents where i only have access to money he puts in there and he gets auto texts updating him every time i attempt to spend money, making me wait for him to authorize purchases if they are above $20.
husband who holds on to my passport and drivers license and birth certificate and social security card so i don’t lose them and need his permission to do anything requiring them.
husband who makes me quit my job and stop taking birth control
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You aren't into being a trad wife because it's "natural." It's because you look at women who have their shit together, and know deep down you never will.
You are soft and weak. When you look in the mirror, you see prey. We both know you will never be my equal. I am a predator, you are dinner. But if you let me hurt you, I will give you another day. And because you are a sick little bitch who never got over daddy not giving you enough attention, you get wet at my abuse.
No matter what you do to please me, it will never be enough to earn my love. Something I never hide from you. But that doesn't stop you from trying, does it? Me introducing you to my friends as my fleshlight who cooks and cleans should humiliate you. But your cunt just gushes that I said you were mine.
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“Look at me,” he demanded.
I hung my head. I didn’t want to. I knew my makeup was a mess, mascara running down my face, lipstick smeared, eyes and nose red from crying. My hair was sweaty and my muscles were shaky with exhaustion.
He knelt in front of my and lifted my face by pulling back on fistful of hair. My back arched as he pulled me up to my knees, keeping my eyes on his. Ashamed, tears leaked from the corner of my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he asked gently, despite the rough grip on my face and hair. “Does something hurt? Is the rope chafing?”
I shook my head. “I don’t want you to look at me.” I sniffled.
“Why not?” his voice held that dangerous edge of anger that warned me I was pushing the boundaries of his patience.
“I’m a mess. I’m ugly when I cry. I don’t want you to see me that way.” My voice was small and sad and I tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let me. Instead, he smiled.
“Oh baby,” he murmured, brushing my hair back from my face. “Of course you are. I made you a mess. I fucking love it when you break down and cry, when you aren’t perfect, when you aren’t what you think is pretty.” He stroked his thumb over my lower lip, swollen from his bites and kisses.
“That’s when I think you are beautiful, because that’s when I know you’re mine.”
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