Thank you sir, for sending me these questions. They’re harder than I’m used to getting and my tiny slut-brain will enjoy the challenge. I’ll work on these now.
I’ve always felt interest from boys and men toward my body and often wanted to encourage it. It’s always been as if guys could almost smell that I was a slut they could play with. Ever since my teens, I’ve been increasingly groped, given orders, pushed to my knees or bent over something by guys who somehow knew I’d turn into a wet compliant fuck-toy. Seeing a cock-bulge in pants or having my hand put on one made me want to see it, which in turn made me want to take it in my mouth. When I started dating, I learned quickly that boys would almost always say yes if I asked to give them a blowjob. My favorite ones were when they would talk dirty to me or push my head down to force more of their shaft into my mouth and throat.
I first realized how much I needed to worship men and their cocks when I found myself begging a guy I’d disliked throughout high school to let me suck him off, while we were at a graduation party, in front of a couple other guys in our class. He’d argued with me about feminism in classes we’d had together and seemed to hold me in absolute contempt. But I’ll never forget how shockingly right it felt to tearfully choke his spunk down while he slapped my tits and told the guys watching that I was nothing but a cumdump, before he encouraged them both to jack off all over me.
I went through a period not long after I started college of being in denial about what I was. I read feminist literature and tried screwing horny but non-dominant, non-degrading guys and just felt empty and lacking. I masturbated to internet porn and thought I’d have to settle for that.
Then, while riding on a Trailways to see a friend, a man sat next to me and I gave in to his whispered desire to feel me up. As soon as his hand was on my knee, my pussy started drooling, my legs started to open, and I realized that I was always going be a slut and there were always going to be men sensing it…..it seemed pointless to keep fighting it. When my friend eventually picked me up at the station, the man’s cum was filling my cunt and dripping into my panties.
After that, I started to embrace being a submissive slut for men. I went to as many dorm and frat parties as I could, especially the ones with sleazy reputations. I was always able to find at least a few guys (and sometimes a couple girls) who would use me, even if only to strip me and cover me in their cum.
At one of these parties, I met my Master. He’s led me further down the rabbit hole of degradation, while setting limits and keeping watch over me. He lets various friends and co-workers use me; on any given evening, I might be cooking for Master and a guest while they watch a movie; while they eat, I’ll suck their cocks. One of his friends hired me to work at the campus bookstore he manages, and my duties besides shelving and cashier work also include taking his dick in the backroom whenever and wherever he pleases.
I’ve recently begun helping the girlfriend of one of Master’s friends to embrace her inner slut for men’s pleasure; her boyfriend has a large, thick cock that she initially refused to deep-throat or take up her ass, so he would instead come over to Master’s to use my holes when he didn’t want to settle for her pussy. But we’ve played with her some and she’s starting to enjoy being used and concentrating more on her boyfriend’s pleasure. Master once made me cum so hard by fucking me from behind while grabbing my hand and using it to push her head down on her bf’s cock; helping her take it all and her gagging sounds, knowing we were both nothing but fuckmeat like the guys were calling us, felt like the most perfect thing in the world.
Afterward, her boyfriend informed her that she’s getting her asshole stretched with toys and his dick next time. She looked at me and I could tell she was teetering on the edge, so I encouraged her to do it and give him her ass. Master then told her that I would lick the cum out of it afterward, which got her to agree.
I’ve been teasing my clit and lightly fingering my cunthole while typing this. My snatch is hot and pulsing at the idea of you and others reblogging this for other sluts so they can realize their proper place as well. I hope they’ll touch themselves as well or better yet, offer their holes to the nearest available man to fuck and flood with cum. I’m just one set of stupid needy fuckholes, but my existence is a little more worthwhile if and when I can help men bust their nuts.
How long have you recognized your true purpose, as an object of the Patriarchy? How are you, in your life, being a useful object for yourself and those around you? How are you helping other cunts recognize their purpose? Give Me details. Moments when you understood your purpose more clearly than before. Details of your fall to broken cumrag. Answer in detail, and tell Me how wet it makes you to know that I will use your words to educate others into understanding and accepting their place
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