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Let’s do this.

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That’s so fucking disgusting

*cums*

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Making you sit on a dildo while I shove my cock down your throat.

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just had one question. the stuff or kinks you post about, you like them or want them as reality or just fantasy?

They’re kink. Kink is its own space between fantasy and reality.

Imagine this.

Some dumb slut reads this blog and meets up with me for a weekend of pet games. We decide on this by RACK informed consent.

When we do her training, she’s leashed and collared. Clothes aren’t allowed, except by my choosing. She sleeps in her cage and wakes up with mindmelting sounds and mantras in her headphones. We train her with my voice and a clicker and a haze of edging. She’s Pavlov’s dumb cumdump now! She automatically gets wet and whimpers when I say the right words. That’s how she’s trained and she loves every second.

Is it real? Not exactly. She’s not a pet. She can go do smart girl things after the weekend’s over. Done correctly, with aftercare and communication, the whole experience should be fun and liberating. Aftercare is important - in part - to clearly draw a boundary between kink and day to day reality.

Is it fantasy, like a second rate ship or a cartoon? Not exactly. We did do those things. They probably had a more profound impact a standard TV episode.

I’m a kinkster and I like to do kinky things in the flesh. A lot of what you see here comes from real play.

Do I actually like women dumb? Ugh no. Kinda the opposite. All the kinky changes are hot BECAUSE they’re changes. I like to see smart women get dumb, and classy women act trashy, and independent women act better trained than pets.

Making their puppetspace truly permanent isn’t just an ethical problem. It’s less hot.

We play with the idea of permanence. The vertigo. Could we slip into making her a permanent fleshlight? It’s a thought. I’ll always have that thought, and I’ll always choose to let her have her mind back. I want to wash it all over again.

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Oh, you miss me? My apologies. The day job is being quite hard and leaving little time to indulge...

But you? Ah, you're a different case entirely. You see, you don't really have a choice, do you?

I'm sure somewhere in that perverted mess you call a brain you have an inlking of an idea that you are in control. You can stop any time. It's just harmless fun. You know what? Lie to yourself all you want. I know better, and deep down so do you.

Let's not bullshit one another, you and I. You're far too gone now. There's no way back for you. You've edged and recited mantras and trained your brain to love worse and worse stuff, more degrading, stronger... darker.

In fact, what part of yourself haven't you perverted yet? Your gender? Your sexuality? Your free will? You have rubbed thinking about betraying all of them, mentally crossed line after line and now you can't get off to anything else. You need it so badly...

You don't want sex. Not really. You need to be used. Taken. Forced to go further and further, to those places you yearn for and are too scared to explore. You need to be worse.

But what you need most of all is permission. Permission to be as sick and fucked up as you truly want to be. A voice to choose for you so you can pretend you aren't a completely broken fuckdoll.

After all, if someone chooses for you it's not your fault, is it?

We both know that's the game you play with yourself. And that's why you are here now.

You have my permission to go deeper. You have my permission to fall and fall and keep going until morality is nothing but a distant memory. You have my permission to let go of delusions of independence, of strength.

But we can agree that you like your permissions more when they are commands, don't you?

Fine.

Be a good doll and fall.

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I want you to be my little pornstar. I want my camera roll to be full of your pretty selfies, and all the filthy pictures I make you take for me. I want to record you doing the most disgusting things for my cock so whenever I’m with friends I can pull out my phone out and show them what a disgusting little slut you are for me

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Today my hucow kink is going crazy. Wanna be tied to a sybian and milked until I can only associate the feeling of milking with pleasure. Wanna be made to wear a cute cow print outfit with my tits out and made to crawl and moo for someone. Wanna have my nipples sucked on and have someone fingering me while they suck. Wanna be made to only refer to my tits as udders and my nipples as teats. Wanna have my nipples stretched and large, unable to hide them without having to try. Wanna be the perfect little cow for someone.

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You can’t believe how big and swollen your breasts feel. It seems like they ballooned over night.

As soon as you wake up your hands have been programmed to find your nipples and rub.. rub.. rub…. They ache and harden instantly from the stimulation.

Your captor, who you now refer to as Master, has plans to reward you for being such a good mindless bimbo hucow.

“See how good it feels to be here with me? All you had to do was stop fighting and accept the plans I had for you, isn’t that right? Now be a good bimbo cow and take your vitamin.”

He places it on my tongue, it tastes like some sort of berry flavor. However It’s actually an edibe and I’ve been conditioned to thinking they’re vitamins because I’m too dumb to know otherwise now. Some days I am given a low dose, other times I am left barely conscious.

As a reward and celebration for successful training, Master has allowed to do some online clothes shopping.

You are given one hour to browse for all the clothes and accessories you’d like. After thoroughly enjoying looking through every page, you see that not every thing in your cart ended up being ordered, but it seemed like every pink item was purchased.

Pretty pink lingerie.

Pink panties.

Pink leggings.

Pink bras.

All in varying shades.

You are so thrilled and appreciative of every new exciting item bought just for you.

There are a couple tops you didn’t pick out yourself but you’re grateful for them anyway. You notice they have cowprint on them.

Mooooo

You are embarrassed but your hands slide up over your half hard nipples again to rub.

*It feels so good to rub your big full udders, doesn’t it*? Says a voice in your head.

It does feel good.

After putting on some white fishnet tights with a pair of black lace panties over them, you decide to put on one of the cowprint tops.

Mooooo, comes out as you look over yourself in the mirror

Your engorged breasts are aching to be milked now.

Master, who has been watching via cameras from another room, is very pleased with his bimbo slaves appearance.

He enters the room carrying a small machine with long clear tubes and you are confused by what’s about to happen.

*You’re such a dumb cow.*

Master massages slaves breasts

Mooooo

“That’s right” says Master as he starts to attach the pumps to my sensitive udders, “you’re my mindless bimbo cow, aren’t you?”

The sounds of the machine fill the air as my nipples are being pulled and extracting small droplets of milk.

Mooooo

It will start out slow. Little by little. But by the end of all the training, Master will make sure his cow is fully producing 🥛

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You need to check and lubricate my udder before you milk me

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@tenderheartedgirlposts 😍😍😍

Whispering “shhhhhhh you’re doing so good for me. That’s it, keep going pretty girl” while she gasps for air with your cock in her throat

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i just want him to completely let go of himself while he fucks me.

forget that i’m anything more than an object to be used, make me squirm and whine as he just thrusts into me relentlessly, him pushing me into the mattress and pulling my hips closer so he can just make it go deeper.

i want him to focus on nothing but his pleasure, whatever he has to do to satisfy every unspoken urge.

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@tenderheartedgirlposts reblog this.

Reblog if all your dignity and self respect disappears when your pussy gets wet.

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He doesn’t tell me what he’s doing, he just instructs.

‘On your back’

‘Legs apart’

‘Arms up’

He doesn’t even look at me. Doesn’t pretend to care about my opinion on what’s happening.

I’m tied, with my ankles in a spreader bar and feet up above my head. I’ve never been more exposed, more vulnerable.

He sits down next to me on the bed and puts on medical gloves. He squeezes a generous amount of lubricant into his right hand, spreads it around the front and back of his fingers, then places them at the entrance to my already dripping cunt.

‘Deep breath for Daddy, baby…’