Confession of the day: Ring gags hold a deep symbolism for me. Not only do they manifest being used and rendered helpless in a very physical form, they also take a little bit of our grace, our dignitiy as a decent human being. We start salivating, we are helpless against inavasion, vulnerable to abuse.
We are no longer dignified humans when we wear a ring gag, we are reduced to a mere drooling, cock−swallowing, obedient mess. It has taken our freedom of speech, the most basic and important ingredient in our buildup as a superior being. It has distorted our face and created a warm, wet, accessible hole. We are being made an object that pleases, that accepts, that doesn’t fight.
We are no longer superior when we wear a ring gag. We are open, in more ways than one. We surrender to our most primal, hurtable self. We are nothing but this metal ring that is lodged firmly between our teeth.
And even though that is a very frightening thought, it has been a fantasy of mine for a long time. It’s similar to that big red DANGER button you’ve been told a million times not to push and yet you’re dying to push it just this once, just to see what happens.
I only need to know the person I’m with is responsible enough to understand how much it affects me mentally and will take care of me when I’m nothing more than an open, inviting cavern at his feet, ready for his use. It is a limit for me, something I’m eager to experience, yet reluctant to try. Perhaps it is best described as something I will have to be forced to endure and made to enjoy.
The pig uses all its self control to keep its hips from wildly bucking up into the air. Its cunt hasn’t been used in weeks and feeling its owner dip His cock inside there makes the front fuckhole burn with need.
But the pig knows its place. The cunt in not the primary fuckhole, all it is now is a lube pot that endlessly fills itself for Master. And now that His cock is glistening with that wet pigslime it’s time for the little animal to present its main fuckhole.
Turn over, arch your back and beg to be sodomised you filthy little pigslut.
When the need to breed becomes impossible to deny, just fucking the cum deeper and deeper.
A few signs that your slut is ready to truly become a whore. These are not all mandatory, but they help.
1. she’s participated in very humiliating and debasing sexual acts. It’s not as important for her to like it. These build proper expectations.
2. she has had sexual experiences in which she did not choose the participant(s). Whether this is a date that turns into a gang bang or a surprise threesome with a guy and his roommate, it teaches her to react well to different situations.
3. Calling her Your whore gets her wet.
4. she has overcome previous limits, boundaries,and actively participates in her training or fantasy actualization.
5. she’s trustworthy, discreet, and considers herself and her cunt as your property. This last point admittedly isn’t just about her readiness, but about whether she’s worthy of being Your whore.
When I say I want rough, dirty sex, I don’t mean just some biting and clawing. I mean fuck me till I don’t know my own name and make me feel like I need to go to a confessional
Be eco-friendly, do her in the confessional. It’ll save a trip afterwards.
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