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Toilet Training

I started making you ask permission to piss, just like I controlled when you came, what you wore, and when you edged. It felt natural and normal for you to ask and so you did. I almost always allowed you to go. But today I felt mean. We were out for drinks with a few friends, so maybe it was the alcohol. You already felt so humiliated quietly asking me if you could go pee and hoping your friends didn’t notice. When I said no, you looked genuinely shocked. I just smirked and let you wait.

I could see you squirming a little in your seat, so I laid my hand on your thigh and turned to you, “Another drink?” My tone made it clear there was only one right answer. You nodded and I went to the bar and ordered another pint of cider. I spoke quietly into your ear, “You’re going to finish this drink, and then we’re going home. On the walk, you’re either going to suck my cock or piss yourself. I’ll let you choose.” You were wearing a knee length skirt, so I knew pissing yourself would be messy and gross, but not impossible. You only nodded and took a swig from your drink.

I drank my beer too, and I could feel myself needing to pee too. Once both our glasses were empty, we both stood and made our goodbyes. As we left the bar, I could feel your nerves and excited energy. The moment we were outside you grabbed my arm and whispered, “I’m going to wet myself, fuck I can’t hold longer.” We walked quickly away from the bar and down a quiet street, and I stopped you and made you stand against the wall.

“I’ve changed my mind, you should piss yourself and suck my cock. Kneel.” You didn’t hesitate and dropped to your knees with your mouth wide open. A moment later I heard the sound of piss hitting the tarmac and I undid my jeans and let you slowly suckle at my hardening cock as you got relief. I kept glancing around for anyone coming but it was deserted. As the stream of your piss lightened, I started slowly facefucking you and enjoying the power I had over you and your body.

I could see the puddle of piss under you slowly spreading and knowing how humiliated you felt made me cum quickly. I held the back of your head and came in your mouth, barely thrusting and just letting my cock throb and spurt cum down your throat. You swallowed and looked up at me happily, “Thank you Daddy.” I smiled back, but I wasn’t finished.

“Keep it in your mouth, Daddy needs to piss too.” You looked scared for a moment but before you could react any further I started to piss slowly, and I felt you struggle for a second. You had moments to decide if you should swallow or let my piss overflow and cover your clothes. Considering how much further we had to walk home, you made the smart choice and I heard soft gulping sounds as you took every drop from my cock. I pissed slowly to make sure you weren’t overwhelmed, and let the last few drops drip into your mouth from above.

I was getting turned on again from treating you like a urinal but I quickly helped you up and we started walking the rest of the way home. You started complaining about how your piss soaked underwear felt gross so once we reached a slightly busier street I gave you one final challenge. “Take your panties off right here or you’re sleeping with them in your mouth.” Your eyes went wide and you glanced around.

There were maybe only a dozen people within view, but they would immediately notice if they happened to be looking. You were a brave slut though, and started shimmying your underwear down your thighs. The wetness stuck to your skin but once they were past your knees you quickly stepped out of them and picked them up. “Well done, you’re such a good toilet.” I told you and you glowed with pride. 

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guided letting go…making a sub hold till they can’t anymore. when they say “I can’t control it anymore” pulling their underwear down of course some pee spurts out so you have to cup them to help them clench like,”c’mon you can do it” while they shake like a dog.

Then when you’ve finally taken their undies all the way off you say, “look at what a wet spot you made, let’s make it bigger”. And you lay their panties down on the floor underneath them, make them spread their legs and they try to hold themselves but start leaking all over their hands. Drops of piss keep hitting their underwear anyways, it’s useless. Then you just say, “let go honey it’s okay” and they pull their hands back and their piss just spurts out like a faucet and soaks all into the fabric and they sigh and exhale all breathy in relief..bonus if you take a picture of their privates glistening and wet from piss afterwards.

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I have this fantasy where someone makes me anal only. I’m not denied, since I can cum from anal, they just dont allow me to touch my cunt or clit. They want me to be their good little anal slut, so I have to get all of my pleasure from my ass. My ass is my only use, and my only purpose is to be a sex toy. They’d pound and stretch and wreck my ass every day, only touching my pussy to whip or clamp it or slap it. They’d get me a chastity belt that covered and contained my pussy but left easy access to my ass so they could stick their fingers or cock in whenever they wanted. Maybe they’d even make me refer to my ass as my pussy, forcing me to call my pussy something disgusting like my “slop hole” or “slimey gash”. They’d fuck my ass hard and rough, and after they got me to cry they’d lean in really close and whisper in my ear how I’m a pathetic anal whore, how my asshole is the hole they like best cause it hurts me the most to fuck, how my pleasure and my dignity are jokes… and how they’re gonna turn my ass into their urinal next.

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i have this fantasy of being kidnapped/captured to be sold as a sex slave. being prepared for the auction where my new owner will buy me. two rough men getting me ready, forcing my legs open to shave my pussy nice and smooth for potential buyers, spraying me off with freezing water, and then both pumping a load inside me to test me out; degrading and insulting me the entire time. once they were done with me, they’d drag me, hand cuffed and on a collar and chain, out onto the sales floor where i’d be locked into a pillory, bent over, legs spread, a spider gag forced into my unwilling mouth. potential buyers would filter in, touching my restrained body in a hungry, predatory way. theyd comment on me to each other like i wasn’t there, discussing the color of my labia minora, what modifications they’d make to me, their joy at the fear in my eyes while they violated me. each would feel the soft wetness of my tongue, poke at my clit, insert a finger deep into my pussy and feel the walls, inspect the wetness, and then the same to my ass. some pinching me or slapping my ass, judging and weighing my pain reactions. they’d leave the room eventually, having explored every nook and cranny of my trembling body. i would wait, while they bid on me, knowing that soon i would be leaving with a man who would rape me over and over and over again however he wanted, before selling me to another who would do the same.

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Good girls don't cum, they edge till they dumb!

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sleep dream

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I’d love to have a subby little angel sitting on my cock with a full bladder. I’d have them naked for me so I can see and suck on their pretty tits as I slowly guide them on my cock. Their needy whines and begs for me to let them go to the bathroom would be music to my ears. Oh no pretty puppy, if you need to pee you’re going to pee on daddy’s cock. Don’t be embarrassed, trust me, daddy wants this. So let go for me beautiful and piss all over my cock.<3

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can’t stop thinking about being brought to a party with 50+ men, all older than me, drinking and talking and laughing together. they get me drunk and high and pliant quickly, and when i can hardly move, they get me into position, bound across a bench with my hips propped up and my mouth open and available.

one by one, the men stick their cocks in my throat, or my cunt, and fuck me until they cum. no pulling out; i’m forced to swallow every time, and my cunt is plugged in every rare moment of disuse, angled up so that less drips out.

it’s enough men that by the time they’ve all used me once, those who went first are ready to use me again, pump more cum into me until you can see the little bump of it in my tummy, like i’m already pregnant.

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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.”

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Chelsea was a modest dressing, traditional girl. She had just gotten engaged and her fiancée told her he would introduce her to the discipline she would be receiving after their marriage. So every few days, whenever she disobeyed him or gave him attitude she had to pull up her dress and bend over. He would pull her panties down and deliver a long, fast series of spanks to her bare bottom with a thick rod. Chelsea's butt cheeks were always stinging and welted, and it settled into her mind that she had a life of being disciplined with a rod on her buttocks to look forward to.

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Melt for me, Doll

Focus, and sink into my words. -5 IQ Stop worrying and melt. Relax now -5 IQ Fuzzy and dumb, deep and dazed -5 IQ Drowsy and hazy. Fuzzy and happy. -5 IQ Feeling so melty and stupid. Your IQ is just -5 IQ Melting down and everything is feeling so much simpler -5 IQ You don't think. You just obey, like a good slut -5 IQ My words make your silly doll brain go so fuzzy -5 IQ Only happy thoughts. Blissfully lost. Deeply caught. -5 IQ You feel so happy to be a stupid slut. Stuck. -5 IQ Going dumber and dumber, deeper down into bliss. -5 IQ Now you are stuck. Stay dumb, doll < 3 Good doll

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Not a real spanking bench, but also very useful: robust work stand for bending down and holding on to

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Keeping her straight and true

Isn’t rocket science you know

The means are simple and not new

A red behind at least twice a week

  will help her abide and grow.