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That's it, pig. Rub your pathetic, disgusting little cunt while I waterboard you with my piss. That's what you deserve for being a nasty fucking whore.

The only attention you get from me tonight will be to experience drowning in my piss.

So make sure you get yourself nice and edged up from being my urinal, because I've got a date with a real woman.

Another story I shared with my cunt while planning a cabin outing this summer:

So, let's talk summer cabin escape. There's something I've always wanted to do: hunt a cunt. I think it would be oh-so-fun to get us a cabin with some desolate brush nearby. Space where nobody can see or hear us for miles. I'd strip you down, throw you out into the woods, naked, and then give you a headstart. "Run." The only thing you hear from me before I begin counting down.

You'll have nothing. No clothes, no dignity. I'll be prepared.

I've always thought it'd be so hot to arm myself with an airsoft rifle and hunt a dumb cunt like you for sport. I'll give you the headstart and then stalk you down. If I see you, I'll fire. The airsoft bullets will bruise you, absolutely. But I hope they also knock you off your feet as you run. Give me the time to casually close the gap before you pathetically try to scramble away, in vain.

Maybe you'd make it a few feet before I'm on top of you. Then out come the zipties. Arms behind your back, leash around your neck. Trussed up like the piece of meat that you are. Maybe I'll take some time to push you onto your knees and fuck your throat. But eventually I'll end up dragging you back, violently, laughing at your pathetic attempt to escape. Stopping to slap or punch you. Taunting you; that you must have wanted to be caught because only a retarded whore like you would make it so easy.

I get you back inside and drag you down into the basement. "Fucking whore. You think you can get away from me? You think you can say 'no'? You're nothing. You're trash. You're whatever the fuck I want you to be because you're mine."

I pull my cock out and begin pissing on your bruised, roughed up, wilderness-scraped body. You begin to sob, the pain, humiliation and helplessness hitting all at once. "This is the best you're going to be treated this weekend, cunt. I'm going to show you exactly what you're worth."

I laugh at you as I wipe my cock off on you, drop my pants and then shove my ass in your face.

"If you don't want a black fucking eye you'll start licking like my asshole is the sexiest, most important thing in the world. So be a good little asswipe and lick me clean."

I can feel the shaking of your body, letting me know you're sobbing; at the same time I feel your tongue start lapping my asshole. You know better by now than to disobey. It just makes it worse for you.

"Aw, looks like the pathetic little fuckhole loves being toilet paper." I laugh hard, grinding my ass against your face. I look back and see your hand buried in your cunt, hips thrusting down like the fucked up bitch in heat we both know you are.

"Oh, do you want me to fuck you, cunt?"

You moan through my ass, still licking like your life depends on it.

"Jesus christ. You ARE a delusional pig aren't you. There's no fucking way I'm sticking my cock in a whore who reeks of piss and ass." I reach into a bag in the corner of the room and pull out a roll of duct tape and a wireless Hitachi.

"Maybe, after a few hours, I'll come back, spray you down like the animal you are, and if you're desperate enough for it, maybe I'll deign to stick my cock in your disgusting holes."

I grin as I duct tape the wand to your absolutely soaking cunt and turn it on, before ziptieing your legs together, pressing it into you.

"Enjoy, cunt." I turn the wand on to high, turn off the light and shut the door behind me, leaving you writhing, moaning, covered in piss, with the taste of my asshole on your tongue.

And we both know it's only just the beginning.

I like to write my whore stories to keep her in the right headspace. I wrote her one today that I think you worthless cunts would all enjoy, so I've decided to share.

TWs: rape, cutting, misogyny, CNC, piss play, intox

You wake up, groggy, sore all over; the feeling of cold tile under your bare ass stirs you to alertness. Panic sets in as you realize both of your arms are restrained, behind your back, and your head locked into place. Around your neck is a thick steel collar, tethered to the wall by a very short chain. You're still not quite sure where you are, but you can guess. In the darkness you turn your attention to your body to keep from giving into fear.

Your cunt and asshole ache and you're acutely aware of the cum that's leaking out of your holes. And yet you can't remember a thing. Your head is pounding. The last thing you remember... weren't we on a date? It was a nice restaurant and I was being so nice to you. You should have known.

As you sit there on the cold tile, chained to the wall, contemplating your abuse, you hear me approach.

You wince as the beam of a flashlight blinds your eyes and you hear me laugh. Of course I wouldn't turn on the lights. I want you in the dark, terrified.

"Oh, I see you've come to, whore." I laugh. "Feeling sore? I couldn't help myself when your disgusting little fuckholes were right there on display. And oh, don't worry, I waited until after we'd left the restaurant to rape you. I could tell the drugs were kicking in towards the end of the meal, so I settled up, dragged you into the alley next to the place, and fucked your holes like a cheap whore. I wanted you on your knees, next to the trash, in a puddle of piss, sucking my cock. And in your fucked up state? You were more than eager to do it."

You wince as you feel my hand brush across your face. You can barely move, there's nowhere to run. Your eyes catch a glint of light and you begin to panic. Is that a fucking knife?

I see the look on your face and chuckle. "Oh, right. The knife. Yeah, I can see why you might be scared." I start to run the tip of the blade across your skin, down your body, towards your cunt.

"But this isn't a time for fear, it's a celebration. See, today I've decided it's time to take our dynamic to the next level."

I very gently run the tip of the knife against your clit and then push against it, ever so slightly.

"You've enjoyed so much autonomy in this relationship, but we both know what you truly want: to be owned. To be broken. To be reduced to nothing more than a brainless piece of fuckmeat with no worries, stresses, or fears. Just the warm, comforting embrace of Sir's love and cruelty. No thoughts. No decisions. Just an empty head and filled holes. So today we begin that journey."

You scream as a blinding hot feeling of pain rushes over you. I've started cutting the knife into your pelvis.

"Now I know this hurts, but if you're going to be property, you need to be properly labeled."

You're bawling as I drag the knife across your skin. It's in deeper than I've ever cut you before.

"Y'know, some Doms prefer branding. I just find it so impersonal. You're not cattle! I mean, you're subhuman, yes, but I think my property deserves a special touch."

You're sobbing uncontrollably now, but you breathe a sigh of relief as the acute pain subsides. You see the flashlight shining down, right above your cunt and you see the blood, pooling around my crudely cut initials.

"That should scar up nice and good. And now nobody will question who you belong to."

You hear me unzip my pants and a new fear sets in. You feel the searing pain as a stream of piss hits your open wound.

"Time to clean you up."

I laugh, the cruellest laugh you've ever heard from me, as I piss directly into your open wound. You sputter and gasp as I move from your cunt to your face, drowning you in my acrid piss.

"Welcome to your new life, whore. Get comfy, you'll be here awhile."

I wipe my cock off on your face and then click off the flashlight. The last thing you hear is the door closing behind me as you're plunged into darkness.

I just woke up and there's no pathetic, disgusting pig tongue-fucking my ass and that is, frankly, unacceptable. Which one of you pathetic whores wants to come here and make out with Daddy's shithole?

What a pathetic, disgusting toilet pig. At least this one knows its place is on its knees with its tongue up my ass while I jerk myself off to actual, pretty women. Maybe if it's lucky I'll give it the privilege of gargling my piss.

im a pathetic bitch made for Male entertainment 💖

One of the hottest things my cunt ever told me is how she can usually still taste and smell me the next day after I use her.

Since then, I've always made sure to really, thoroughly wipe my ass with her face and rub my uncut cock across her philtrum. That way I'm guaranteed to lock in my scent for days.

Good cunts should smell like their Dom's cock, balls and asshole.

I need a stupid cunt's tongue to wipe my ass with. Any eager little filth whores in Toronto want to volunteer?

I have my dumb little piece of fuckmeat coming over on Saturday. She thinks she's too good to be a toilet, that it's too gross for her, so I've decided that she's going to get a crash course in filth.

I'm going to start by pissing all over her panties, shoving them in her mouth and then duct taping them in. She can think about how disgusting she is while she savors the taste of my piss while I fuck her tight little shithole.

Dear followers, what else should I do to further the little whore's conditioning?

Which one of you dumb cunts is going to offer yourself up as my pathetic toilet whore? I promise I won't be gentle. I'll do whatever the fuck I feel like and you'll thank me for it because you're just a disgusting, worthless set of holes in need of use and validation.