One time, I went to use a communal dryer in my apartment building, and found my neighbor's clothes were still inside. A beautiful floral-patterned pair of purple panties called out to me. I sniffed them, and a small hint of female musk still remained. Excited and erect, I feverishly checked to make sure no one was around. Then, secure in the knowledge of my solitude, I dropped my pants and wrapped those satin beauties around my engorged penis for a vigorous pumping.

Once finished, I disposed of the stinky (but unsolied) underwear on the floor. I couldn't very well put them back in the dryer, as they no longer smelled clean. So, I hoped my neighbor would simply assume they had never made it into the wash in the first place.

She moved out a few weeks later.

When you no longer care if you live or die, you find the freedom to do whatever you want, without regard for the consequence. That is where I find myself. And what I want to do, what I'm going to do, is universally considered evil and immoral. But, okay. Take her, use her, dispose of her. Fuck it. What the fuck difference does evil and immoral make when you have given up on life? Answer: it doesn't.

Men MUST Give Mandatory Spankings
It's hard to maintain consistency when we have such a busy schedule and especially when my husband is out of town during most weeks. Sometimes we get to put in one solid week of submission training and I can really tell a difference in how I feel and how our marriage is during those weeks that he's home.

A spanking keeps me in line, and it keeps most women in line although the mainstream is afraid to face it or admit it. At first it feels embarrassing to say you need to be spanked, but after a while you realize there's no shame in it. Men are leaders and that doesn't mean women can't lead, but it means that we are designed to co-lead with the man.

Women have a whole lot more hormonal and emotional things happening in their bodies and minds than men do. I don't know about you but sometimes I can't even control my emotions. Sometimes I feel sad for no reason or irritable for no reason and that's when a being brought over his knee helps to refocus my energy and bring me to a happier place.

If I go a few days without being held accountable I start to use bad language, I get a negative outlook, I get crabby and hateful and angry, and then I end up getting a hard punishment lashing instead of the normal daily maintenance. I'd rather have the daily discipline than the punishment one any day of the week.

My bum is an instrument of peace in our marriage. When my husband is angry with me, we don't have to fight, he simply pulls down my pants and gives me a spanking, during which he releases his anger and I submit and the argument dies right there.

Being spanked is a stress release for a woman, especially if you paddle her until she cries. Making her cry might seem mean at first, but it isn't, it's opening the dam of her emotions and helping her release it all. Sometimes women just need to cry and then the world is a better place. Sometimes it takes a man's belt on her bare ass to provide that release.

Men, women need rules because rules make us feel protected and safe. Also, when we break a rule we need immediate consequences because that makes us feel noticed and loved. There is nothing worse in a woman's heart than if she feels unnoticed, uncared for or unloved. The worse times in our marriage have been when I've felt ignored by him or less important than other people or other things or like he was neglecting what was important to me. Those are big danger areas for a woman and men need to be able to recognize those areas and fix what needs to be fixed. Sometimes just getting on a routine discipline schedule will fill in the gaps and show her how much she is loved.

Men, be ready for your woman to test you out in public with her words or attitude. She may not even consciously know it, but this is a test. She wants to see if you will be strong enough to hold the reigns and follow through on your rules. It isn't always possible to discipline in public, but if the opportunity is there, take it. It will make a huge difference in your marriage. If you're out at a movie or a restaurant and there is a designated "family restroom" that is one room with a locked door, take your wife in there, lock the door, bend her over the sink and give her a belting or a hand spanking. If you are driving, pull into a secluded spot, open both the front and back door on one side of the car, bend your wife over the back seat so that the view is blocked by both doors and give her a hard paddling. I know of men who have taken their wife out to the parking lot, sat in the backseat of their cars with their wife over their knee and given them a walloping without anyone knowing. There are ways to make it happen when it needs to. At the very least, if you cannot make it happen, take her by the arm and whisper in her ear that she is going to get it when you get home. Let her anticipate the spanking for the rest of the evening and then upon arriving home, administer it immediately.

By making her spanking a priority in your life, you are making HER a priority. By caring enough to enforce the rules, you are telling her that you care enough about HER to make her feel safe and protected. It all begins with your hand on her backside in a consistent and permeating way.

So, if you have an inconsistent pattern, this is what you need to do:

1. Mandatory spanking every morning and every evening that you are together. This MUST happen without fail. Make time for it. Do this for a period of 14 days total if your weeks are broken up with travel or two weeks consistently if you are both home.

2. Seven of these 14 days she must exercise an attitude of submission by coming to her husband and asking to receive a spanking. This is in addition to the regular morning and evening sessions. Whenever you are together, for lunch, the middle of the night, it doesn't matter when, the wife must exhibit submission by going to the husband, taking off her clothes and asking him to discipline her. She may bring him a tool or he may use his hand, take off his belt, a spatula, ping pong paddle, hairbrush, whatever is at his disposal.

3. Prior to the morning and evening session, the wife must be given anticipation and reflection time. This is time naked and either in the corner or in spanking position, reflecting on her behavior and anticipating the discipline he is about to administer. It doesn't have to be a long period of time, 1-3 minutes is adequate.

4. Spankings must be long and hard to be effective. If her bottom isn't bright red and burning hot then it is not going to be effective. Hard, fast swats get the point across the quickest.

After 14 days she should hurt to sit down. Her bottom should be sore but her heart will be warm and so will your marriage.

Today i completely shaved my legs for the first time. It took a while yesterday to get all of my long hairs short with a two-blade disposable razor, but i finally did it. Then today, when i showered again, i shaved up my legs with a better razor. My legs are all silky smooth now, and i love the feeling when i put some panties on with smooth legs.

My legs are SO sensitive now! I put on some sleep pants and i had to sit down and get used to the sensation. My blankets feel all funny now, too.

Granted, i missed some spots, but that's to be expected from a 21 year old male who has never dong it before.

i confess that when i was a child.. i really hated my father and brother. (not gonna get into the details of why i didnt like them but they hated me more than i did them) ...so i got ahold of some of those daterape drugs from the neighborhood sex offenders. i would steal them from people. (the type that makes a girl wet) anyways, i would find the most disgusting, uglyist, fastest women than i had quick access to and i would knock them out and impregnate them with there stolen sperm that i secretly took from them when they disposed of their comdoms. i should probably mention that my dad and brother arent ugly themselves. they are good looking, smart and intelligent people. my dad comes from a very prominent family and i hate them that fucking much to do that.
ps. i have also stole used comdoms from some pretty nasty guys and impregnated some fairly hot women with their sperm, they truly deserved it.

i have this deep desire to be found out by someone and to be forced to actually be that weird kinky sissy slut bitch i am on the inside. To be used for someone else pleasure and then just casually discarded and disposed off when used up and of no further value to the owner.

I got a serious crush on local coke head.

I’m 45 very soon,, married with kids, I live in a small town there’s a girl around I’m not sure how old she is, I think she maybe in her 30s but she looks early 20s, someone  told me she was 39 but she couldn’t be, I must have misheard. She’s skinny m, always showing off her flat stomach, her hips are well proportion, she sexy as fuck, she genuinely gives me that feeling in my stomach. I don’t think she has any kids, I think her care free lifestyle excites me too, I used to have a life like that!!

Shes appears to be unemployed, she hangs around town, going to this party and the next. I do see her with some real low life scum bags. She always to be happy and smiling.

I know her brother a little bit, one day he called me over to discuss something we had in common. I now have something to strike up a conversation with her.

Being 45 and married I’m obviously out of shape, she most be aware of me looking at her I probably give her the creeps because she doesn’t acknowledge me at all.

So I’m on the treadmill and on a diet I’m getting into shape, I’m also looking into ways to get some extra disposable income to have. By the end of the year I will go for it.

 I can’t believe the stereo typical mid life crisis is such a real a powerful thing.

Craigslist Joe showed up as I finished up removing my body hair with Nair hair removal cream. I blissfully greeted him at the door wearing a towel and a smile with my long, damp hair on either side of my neck. I took yet another gulp from my bottle of whiskey and asked him to wait while I applied my makeup and stretched my faggot cunt with my butt plug. He obliged, knowing that he arrived early and I caught him looking at me in the mirror, patiently as I grew excited with my rubber phallus, stretching my shit cunt. I peeked back, winking and making small talk while he was polite and waited as I applied my eyeliner, lipstick, etc...

The door was knocked on yet agin, as to my surprise a very dark skinned, fat lip nurse showed up to my hotel room with a BBC in his trousers. I gave him a French kiss as he entered and asked him if he was ready to fuck this bitch faggot up tonight. He laughed and sat on the opposite side of the bed as he and "Joe" conversed as I finished my face and dressed. Joe asked, "How much do you like dressing like a slut for strangers?" while I undressed myself in the mirror. I replied as I knelt on the bed. "Last one to put their raw cock in my slutty faggot ass gets to fuck my throat! " They were naked in no time, where Joe spat on his dick and forced it inside my hungry shit cunt, I eagerly choked and gagged on the black cock in front of me.

I was spit roasted for awhile by these two strangers who replied to my Craigslist ad, until the stench of shit blew out of my bowels with Joe deep in my faggot cunt. He slapped me and whispered into my ear, "You're going to be sorry for that faggot !" and without hesitation, pulled his shit covered cock out of my ass and jammed it into my throat. I didn't hesitate to take his dick, but I puked as he forced his stinky dick into my faggot throat. The stink was overwhelming and I love to vomit, so to me, this was ecstasy. With the black dude watching, Joe was finally disgusted and left after taking a quick shower.

The black guy sat next to me while I was covered in filth at every orifice, and asked what I really like. I drank some more whiskey and showed him videos of myself eating shit, puking and fucking myself with massive dildos. He cuddled with me for awhile before he squatted over my mouth and squirted his rancid diarrhea into my willing toilet of a mouth. I gargled his diarrhea and begged him to violate my ass with his naked black cock. I spat in his face while he endured the stink and called him names like "faggot lover" and "shit nigger", only to have him pull my hair, donkey punch me and tell me "I'm his AIDS bitch now and I have him to thank for the diseased semen dripping out of my shit ridden throat and ass."

When he finished, I passed out on the bed just before he left, only to video record myself vomiting the remaining whiskey I just chugged all over my shit crusted body for all of you delightful perverts to jack off to. I am black owned now, and a shit eating sissy faggot at the disposal of dirty old men who like to use dirty fags like me as their toilet...

Hail Satan !

I confess that sometimes I roll up a towel or blanket with a condom or disposable glove inside, then fuck it like a fleshlight. Recently I have dug one from earlier in in the day out of the trash and inverted in on vaguely dick-shaped things, using my old cum to fuck my own asshole. It gets me super horny and I cum really hard.

Chapter 1
You're at a drag show in a shit hole state. We'll say Louisiana. You're dressed like a complete fucking sissy. Little skirt. Stockings, heels, frilly panties, crop top, makeup.

The show gets busted by asshole cops on some stupid pretext. Everybody runs for the exits. Because you're a clumsy fucktoy when you're wearing heels you stumble and the cops grab you. You're the only one they catch. They throw you in a van and take you straight to prison. It's a work prison. There's a farm and guards on horseback.

You're taken to a cell with 7 other men. Big, strong, violent men. You're not sure if you're doomed or in heaven. It might be both.

They laugh at your appearance and taunt you. Inevitably they start to gather around you. Your clothes are ripped off. They ridicule your tiny dick. You beg them to stop but that simply encourages them to be crueler. They decide that if you're going to dress like a woman they'll treat you like one.

Fat cocks of every colour are whipped out. A thick black one is shoved in your mouth. A fat white one gets rammed, dry, up your ass. Your screams and crying only pushes them further into a frenzy. They each take a turn on your holes. 7 loads of cum in your mouth and all over your face. 7 loads of cum stuffed up your, now gaping, sissy ass.

When they finally finish raping you, leaving you laying in a puddle of cum and tears on the floor of the cell, they gather in a circle around you and begin pissing. 7 full bladders emptied all over your ruined faggot body and in your face.

And that's only the first night. It's going to get worse from here.....

Chapter 2
When you awaken in the morning you realize you've been tied to your bed. Face down. Ass up. Your cellmates are debating whether or not they they should fuck you then fist you, or fist you then fuck you. After a couple of minutes it's decided they should fuck you first because the fisting will probably destroy your boipussy and they won't enjoy raping you as much that way. They don't give a shit if it hurts, or actually, genuinely, destroys your ass. They just want they most pleasure from you before they dispose of you.
Even though your ass is still sore from the night before they start fucking you again. The pain, pleasure and humiliation are combining to turn you on and your clit starts to grow. They laugh and taunt you for liking it and promise that if you like this you'll love what comes later.

Just as the fifth guy is about to take his turn raping your slut ass the guards slam the door open. They give your cellmates shit for potentially ruining you before they've had a chance to have some fun with you. The warden promised them that you were free use and that anything goes. The warden has something special in store for you but that's going to come later.

The guards untie you from the bed and drag you out of the cell and down to the isolation unit. The whole journey they're mocking your tiny little clit and faggy breasts. Talking about how they're going to torture your titties and clit until you pass out. First though, they have a bet to settle. One of them has wagered that he can get his nightstick all the way up your boipussy. The others think it's too big and too long to fit.

You're bent over the end of the bed in your new cell and your wrists and ankles are zip tied to the frame. The guard spits on the end of his nightstick and begins pushing it up your ass. He wants to win this bet so he's trying not to completely fucking destroy your ass. The fat, hard stick is going in nicely. The gang rape you endured last night has loosened you up nicely for his purposes.

When he has it half way in it starts to meet resistance. The cocks that had their fun with you last night, while damn big, were only half as long as the nightstick. He pushes harder. You moan like the little whore you are. All the guards laugh as you grunt and moan. Still meeting resistance, he pushes harder. The stick slides a few more inches into your guts. You moan even louder, clearly enjoying being filled. He fucks it in and out of your faggy cunt, eliciting even more moans of pleasure from you. They're all amazed at what a depraved little sissy slut you are. A couple of them discuss how much they'll be able to abuse you now that they know you like it.

Determined to win the bet the guard begins hammering the nightstick up your ass. Deeper and deeper, closer and closer to reaching the handle. There's almost 18 inches of rock hard, polished, wood disappearing into your ass with each stroke. You realize, much to your dismay and shame, you want it all. You want him to win.

You're pushing back against the stick, willing it deeper into your cunt. Moaning, begging and crying for him to shove harder, to drive it deeper into you. Your clit is as hard as steel and beginning to leak precum. There will be no turning back at this point. The guards all know what a piece of perverse fuck meat you are and they won't protect you anymore. If the entire prison wants to line up and rape you, repeatedly, they won't stop it. You're not sure you'd want them to.

With one final shove the guard hammers the entire nightstick up your ass. You can feel it up against your stomach, destroying your ass even more, and ensuring your boipusy will be able to take incredible lengths.

He lets out a cheer while the other guards groan and grumble about having to pay the wager.

The stick is ripped from your cunt, leaving you gaping, raw and in pain. It also leaves you feeling empty, and wanting to be filled again.

As they're going, leaving you still tied to the bed, they promise they'll be back soon to continue your destruction.

This is what my ass looks like after my boyfriend's done. He has a tiny dick and he's scared of hurting me so he won't even use it properly. I bought a dildo once and he threw it out and lectured me about how I could hurt myself. If I ever brought up fisting I think he'd have a heart attack.

I don't want gentle loving sex. I want someone to wreck my tight little hole. I want someone to break me in until I can take a fist elbow deep. I want my ass to be a gaping hole that can take anything you throw at it.

What would you do if you had this hole at your disposal? How would you turn me into a gaping anal slut?

I confess it's getting harder for me every time to dispose of the bodies
of pedophiles i lure via this site, I'm simply starting to run out of space!

my backyard is full since some weeks ago i used up the last bit.
So the other day i decided to bury the one who showed up the day before in the woods a couple of miles away (this was a particularly nasty fat fuck so took me a while to get him into my truck, dirty fucker bled all over it). So i finally managed to load it in and drove to the woods in the early evening, it was just starting to get dark.

Anyway a while later while i was digging in the woods by the light of my truck (as now it was getting almost too dark to see) , i heard people with dogs approaching, this freaked me out, so i had to be quick and dump it in a shallow unfinished grave, i quickly covered it up and left.
i don't think they saw me, but judging from the distance i heard them talking, it was a close call.
i didn't expect people to be around at this hour, i thought it might be cops and they were on to me.

I don't know what to do with the next one who's coming over in a couple of days, i'm sure as hell not gonna try dumping it in the woods again, i don't wanna run the risk of getting caught. What if people did saw me last time and cops are now staking out the place? i may be a bit paranoid, but just can't take the risk.

maybe i will try dissolving it with acid or something though i don't have much space and i think it will leave a nasty smell, and i can't have the neighbors be alarmed.

so, do any of you have any ideas on how to get rid of this stuff quickly without people noticing?

I confess that I went to Omegle tonight... never had been there before, but someone on here mentioned it, so in I went...

They have an option on there where you ask a question, and then watch two people discuss... so I asked "what is the kinkiest thing you have ever done?" I got a few interesting responses to that (one person had blown their brother, but did not elaborate)

After a while, I switched to: "What is the kinkiest thing you want to do but never have? (and mention age/sex when responding)" Several times, people just exited out of the convo, or one would leave very quickly. I was about to give up when the following convo unfolded before my eyes: (note: "stranger 2" disconnects at some point, which is a shame... I get the feeling stranger 1 really wanted to continue :)

Stranger 2: Dick in garbage disposal.

Stranger 2: Ohohohoho, no.

Stranger 1: hey stranger

Stranger 2: Oh, hey.

Stranger 1: you wanna hear the story of how I was molested when I was eight?

Stranger 2: I suppose so. I was when I was twelve, so I know the feel.

Stranger 1: male or female?

Stranger 2: Male.

Stranger 2: By a male also.

Stranger 1: I see. ... Did you enjoy it?

Stranger 2: At first, when I was that age. As I started figuring out what was happening I did not. Then I tried to kill him, and got put on anger/depression medication for a year.

Stranger 1: I see

Stranger 1: female by male

Stranger 1: I got addicted to it.

Stranger 2: Is it wrong that reading that kinda gave me a boner?

Stranger 2: I feel like it is.

Stranger 1: No, not really

Stranger 1: You can't help being attracted to what you're attracted to.

Stranger 1: but, yeah. I'm sorry if it was traumatic for you

Stranger 2: Well I'm fine now. I used to get depressed, was confused sexually for a while, molested a girl when I was 16, used to feel terrible, now I don't think about it.

Stranger 2: I'm sorry if the experience has made you upset as well.

Stranger 1: No no, I'm very okay with my past

Stranger 1: I know not everyone feels the same way about the experience as I do. ^^

Stranger 2: Well it's good you have such a positive outlook on it. One that may strangely arouse me, but nonetheless is a good way to look at things.

Stranger 1: Hehehe =3

Stranger 2: How old are you, stranger?

Stranger 2: -If you don't mind me asking, that is.

Stranger 1: I'm much older now. ^^;;

Stranger 2: Well clearly, from your fantastic grammar.

Stranger 2: -also intriguing sexually. Intelligence>Dumb-asses.

Stranger 1: but, yeah. Usually I tell my story to guys because I get off on reliving the moment... but it feels too guilty now ^^;;

Stranger 2: Hey now, that... Well that is just awesome.

Stranger 2: How would it make you get off? Just the thought of it?

Stranger 1: Well, Telling the story brings back memories of the moment, but the thought that someone else is getting off to it too is pretty hot.

Stranger 1: I always used to have fantasies about men doing things to me after my first encounter

Stranger 2: It's becoming extremely hard not to beat off, to be honest.

Stranger 1: Well it started over the summer when I was eight

Stranger 1: I had to stay at my aunt's house because my parents worked a lot

Stranger 1: so did my aunt, but my cousin was there to watch me

Stranger 1: So, when my aunt went to work, he'd take me into the basement to play

Stranger 1: there was a bunch of old stuff down in the basement, boxes of things, one was an old box of halloween costumes

Stranger 1: I loved playing dress up, so I used to put them on and we'd play all sorts of make belive

Stranger 1: My favorite outfit was this light-pink princess dress

Stranger 1: I think it was from a fairy costume, but it had white lace, and tights that went with it.

Stranger 1: So, I had that on, and we were playing that I was the princess, and he was the prince

Stranger 1: I layed down on the couch and pretend to be asleep like sleeping beauty and he had to wake me up with a kiss.

Stranger 1: he was like, ten years older than me, so he wasn't really interested in actually playing, so instead of a kiss, he started tickling me, saying that the sleeping princess couldn't move

Stranger 1: I played along, and he focused on tickling my tummy

Stranger 1: and then he brushed my crotch

Stranger 1: I held still, and he continued

Stranger 1: he rubbed my pussy through the tights, pushing the dress and lace aside

Stranger 1: it was weird, but felt good too

Stranger 1: after a while he kissed me and kept rubbing

Stranger 2: I am still here, by the way. It's a bit difficult to type while jerking off.

Stranger 1: Girls have it lucky, I can rub against the chair while I type =3

Stranger 2: I'm right handed, so it's a bit difficult. ^^

Stranger 1: So I sat up, and he pulled me into his lap

Stranger 1: He had his arms me, one in my crouch the other holding my chest, and started to bounce me up and down

Stranger 1: It only took a few minutes for it to be too much for me, and I started to cramp up with orgasim. It was unbelievable.

Stranger 1: he was pretty impressed too. But we stopped playing for the day because I was too exhausted.

Stranger 1: a couple days later we were playing again, but just in the dress... the tights didn't get washed so I couldn't wear them.

Stranger 1: So, he was rubbing my slit bare, and it was exquisite - so slick and slippery, every little movement was like electricity.

Stranger 1: He went a little slower than before, letting me rest every once in a while so I didn't pass out on him

Stranger 1: He took his pants off too, so I could play with his dick. It was weird first time I had ever actually seen a penis.

Stranger 1: but I did my best to stroke him, he didn't complain. ^_~

Stranger 1: after I was too tired to bounce, he just laid me on the couch, brought my ass right to the edge of the cushion

Stranger 1: he spread my legs and started to rub his cock against my pussy

Stranger 1: he didn't really try to get it in, he'd push against me a few times, but then go back to rubbing.

Stranger 1: when he came I kinda freaked out. It was all over my pussy, some shot inside it. I thought he had peed on me

Stranger 1: and then I was convinced I was pregnant

Stranger 1: we didn't do anything for a week or so after that because I was so convinced

Stranger 1: I got over it though, and he was back to rubbing on my cunt

Stranger 1: so, it came time to "do it for real" and after rubbing against me for a while, he pushed it against my pussy lips low, and just kept pushing

Stranger 1: I still remember how it felt to spread out, wider than ever, as he slid in

Stranger 1: It wasn't exactly painful, I had inserted things before. Hairbrush handle, his finger, so my hymen was long gone.

Stranger 1: but it was never that big, that full, that deep.

Stranger 1: He got it about half way in, and just sorta rocked back and forth

Stranger 2 has disconnected

n MUST Give Mandatory Spankings
It's hard to maintain consistency when we have such a busy schedule and especially when my husband is out of town during most weeks. Sometimes we get to put in one solid week of submission training and I can really tell a difference in how I feel and how our marriage is during those weeks that he's home.

A spanking keeps me in line, and it keeps most women in line although the mainstream is afraid to face it or admit it. At first it feels embarrassing to say you need to be spanked, but after a while you realize there's no shame in it. Men are leaders and that doesn't mean women can't lead, but it means that we are designed to co-lead with the man.

Women have a whole lot more hormonal and emotional things happening in their bodies and minds than men do. I don't know about you but sometimes I can't even control my emotions. Sometimes I feel sad for no reason or irritable for no reason and that's when a being brought over his knee helps to refocus my energy and bring me to a happier place.

If I go a few days without being held accountable I start to use bad language, I get a negative outlook, I get crabby and hateful and angry, and then I end up getting a hard punishment lashing instead of the normal daily maintenance. I'd rather have the daily discipline than the punishment one any day of the week.

My bum is an instrument of peace in our marriage. When my husband is angry with me, we don't have to fight, he simply pulls down my pants and gives me a spanking, during which he releases his anger and I submit and the argument dies right there.

Being spanked is a stress release for a woman, especially if you paddle her until she cries. Making her cry might seem mean at first, but it isn't, it's opening the dam of her emotions and helping her release it all. Sometimes women just need to cry and then the world is a better place. Sometimes it takes a man's belt on her bare ass to provide that release.

Men, women need rules because rules make us feel protected and safe. Also, when we break a rule we need immediate consequences because that makes us feel noticed and loved. There is nothing worse in a woman's heart than if she feels unnoticed, uncared for or unloved. The worse times in our marriage have been when I've felt ignored by him or less important than other people or other things or like he was neglecting what was important to me. Those are big danger areas for a woman and men need to be able to recognize those areas and fix what needs to be fixed. Sometimes just getting on a routine discipline schedule will fill in the gaps and show her how much she is loved.

Men, be ready for your woman to test you out in public with her words or attitude. She may not even consciously know it, but this is a test. She wants to see if you will be strong enough to hold the reigns and follow through on your rules. It isn't always possible to discipline in public, but if the opportunity is there, take it. It will make a huge difference in your marriage. If you're out at a movie or a restaurant and there is a designated "family restroom" that is one room with a locked door, take your wife in there, lock the door, bend her over the sink and give her a belting or a hand spanking. If you are driving, pull into a secluded spot, open both the front and back door on one side of the car, bend your wife over the back seat so that the view is blocked by both doors and give her a hard paddling. I know of men who have taken their wife out to the parking lot, sat in the backseat of their cars with their wife over their knee and given them a walloping without anyone knowing. There are ways to make it happen when it needs to. At the very least, if you cannot make it happen, take her by the arm and whisper in her ear that she is going to get it when you get home. Let her anticipate the spanking for the rest of the evening and then upon arriving home, administer it immediately.

By making her spanking a priority in your life, you are making HER a priority. By caring enough to enforce the rules, you are telling her that you care enough about HER to make her feel safe and protected. It all begins with your hand on her backside in a consistent and permeating way.

So, if you have an inconsistent pattern, this is what you need to do:

1. Mandatory spanking every morning and every evening that you are together. This MUST happen without fail. Make time for it. Do this for a period of 14 days total if your weeks are broken up with travel or two weeks consistently if you are both home.

2. Seven of these 14 days she must exercise an attitude of submission by coming to her husband and asking to receive a spanking. This is in addition to the regular morning and evening sessions. Whenever you are together, for lunch, the middle of the night, it doesn't matter when, the wife must exhibit submission by going to the husband, taking off her clothes and asking him to discipline her. She may bring him a tool or he may use his hand, take off his belt, a spatula, ping pong paddle, hairbrush, whatever is at his disposal.

3. Prior to the morning and evening session, the wife must be given anticipation and reflection time. This is time naked and either in the corner or in spanking position, reflecting on her behavior and anticipating the discipline he is about to administer. It doesn't have to be a long period of time, 1-3 minutes is adequate.

4. Spankings must be long and hard to be effective. If her bottom isn't bright red and burning hot then it is not going to be effective. Hard, fast swats get the point across the quickest.

After 14 days she should hurt to sit down. Her bottom should be sore but her heart will be warm and so will your marriage.

Okay.. I have a question, which is a hypothetical, but before we get to that, here is some back story.

A couple years back I dated this chic, and for a while it was awesome. The girl was hot as fuck, and was actually into me, when you consider i'm an average dude it was a win for me lol. Well after a few months things went way terribad. She did a complete 180 and went from awesome to insane, and that isn't an exaggeration. She put an injunction against me, for beating the shit out of her, which i didn't, and throwing her out of my car at 70mph into oncoming traffic, and there are about 60 people that know she was full of shit, but living in a small town, in a backwater county, the judge bought it hook, line, and sinker. Well 6 months go by, and i dont even hear her name muttered, and my whereabouts were accounted for, i get arrested for stalking her out. Funny thing is, when i went places, i went to places she never went, and never went alone, otherwise i didnt leave my house for 6 months,pretty much. She said i was stalking her out driving a white mustang, i dont know anybody with a white car,much less a mustang. I drove a black and silver caddy at the time. I spent 18 days in jail, lost my job, my apartment, my car, and just about any serious future job prospects. All of our mutual friends stood up in court for me, and the case was disposed as Nollo Contendre (sp), which means no intent to prosecute due to lack of evidence, but in case we, the state, are wrong we're keeping tabs on you.

I bumped into her recently and she seemed apologetic, but I want revenge.

Now for my hypothetical question, lol.

If I wanted to drug her, and do whatever, what's a good drug to use, and where would i obtain such things. A friend said roofie or GHB her, but I wouldn't know where to get any of these things. All I want is to get her fucked up, and take pic's i can use to blackmail her into admitting to a judge she was wrong, and getting my record expunged. She wont do it willingly, because apparently she doesn't want to be labeled a habitual liar. I wasnt the first guy she tried to ruin, but i am the first she succeeded in doing so.

So what kind of drug can i use, something that will knock her out for a couple hours, and make her compliant, she's a drinker, so im pretty sure that will get the blame. Any ideas/advice? I have no intent on raping her, I just want something that will compromise her integrity enough to get her to take back her bullshit lies.

I confess that I 10/10 would smash that little slut’s pussy. Would shove my fingers in there with my cock and stretching her tight little cunt. I’m in love with the idea of using her like a disposable fucktoy to fill with cum and discatd. Anyone seen more of her?

I confess that I'm sick and tired of women ignoring me. Unfortunately I'm on the very shy side, and I could never approach a women in any social setting whatsoever and try and talk to her with the end purpose of trying to hook up with her. I never understood why its always the man that has to approach the women and initiate a conversation in order to get what he wants. Why can't they come to us? I ask people this, and they laugh and say "its tradition for the man to approach first". I say "Fuck that"! Women practically want us groveling at their very feet and disposed of at any moment. At least that's what it seems like. Most women deliberately ignore me. I can decipher all sorts of facial expressions and body language and I know what they entail. Women are 95% of the time not interested in me in any sort of way no matter the social setting. Whether its a bar, a university, a casual walk in the street, public transportation, etc, they're just not interested and I'm fucking sick of it! I mean what does a man have to do to be noticed??? They make it so difficult for a shy guy like myself to get a girl. I haven't had a girlfriend since my ex broke up with me and she was my only girlfriend. Now I'm stuck on motherless.com jerking off everyday to girls that I wish I had, but I know I could never get because I don't have the money or looks or social skills and status. It's not fucking fair, and I'm sick of it. Women can be the most vile, manipulative and cruel species on the face of the Earth. They'll fucking flip their hair at you and give you eye contact, but the man has to make the initiative to approach. Don't they even bother to consider guys who lack social skills or just have trouble socializing altogether. But nooooo they don't want a guy like me that's going to treat them right and be as lovable and caring as they desire while giving them everything they want. No they want the guy that talks smooth and knows how to carry a fucking conversation while at the same time abuses them and uses them and cheats on them. Women always desire the most dumbest asshole man on the face on the planet. There's no room for the guy like me who might not know how to carry on a conversation at first, but will try to make an effort to keep a strong commitment and bond going. Women don't care about that. All they want is money even if it endangers their lives. They're fucking stupid bitches, all of them! Fuck women. I'm beginning to develop a strong and profound hatred for any human with a pair of tits and a pussy. They think they own the world because they got a nice wet slit between their legs. Whats this world coming to? Anyone agree? Sorry for the long post.

WARNING: if you are not a sick, depraved fuck (or even if you are - I have no idea where you draw the line), there is a strong likelihood you will find this FANTASY extremely offensive. You are therefore advised to keep it moving. If you click on it and are disgusted as a result, you have only yourself to blame. Go troll someone else's thread.

Now, imagine being presented with the following proposition. You get the keys to a secluded luxury beach house and these five girls, all to yourself for an entire weekend, from 5pm Friday night until 9am Monday morning. You can do anything you want – anything - so long as everything is returned in the same condition as it was received. In other words, no rough stuff.

If you've seen the video of these five BLEEP tramps at a dance contest, then you've probably already thought about what you'd do if you had five girls and their fifteen holes at your disposal for almost three days – hour upon hour of uninhibited and uninterrupted fucking, sucking, wanking, fingering and licking. Imagine being able to command them to put on a lez show for you – strap-ons, fisting, DP, the works - or taking a bath or a shower with all five of them. Picture yourself sat in bed surrounded by them as you all watched adult porn on a huge TV – some barely legal slut being fucked seven ways to Sunday in all three holes by a bunch of black dudes with foot-long dicks. Better still, some dead-eyed Brazilian whore from a Sao Paulo favela greedily sucking off an enormous dog until she almost chokes on a half pint of dog cum. Picture the expressions on their little faces as they watched grown women engaging in such sexual depravity. Imagine walking a dog into the room and asking them if any of them wanted to try it. Imagine if they said yes!

How about allowing them use you as a human toilet? Five little girls pissing and shitting in your mouth all weekend, with you licking their little cunts and shitpipes clean every time. Or giving each of them a golden shower while the others watched, laughing and giggling, knowing it'll soon be their turn to get drenched by a torrent of steaming hot piss. Imagine having one of them shove her arm as deep into your asshole as it could go, while another sucked your dick, a third sat on your face and you frigged the other two into a squealing, orgasmic frenzy. Imagine blowing your load over their faces and in their mouths again and again and again...

But there's a catch. There's always a catch. Monday morning comes around and the house is tidy and the girls are fresh, clean and ready for school, all traces of cum, shit, piss, blood and lube scrubbed away. And as the school bus comes to pick them up, the cops arrive for you. Yep, the payoff in this ultimate pedo fantasy is that you have to go to jail, go directly to jail, do not pass 'Go', etc.

How many of you would at least think about doing the deal?

I am going to rape a whore tonight. I have done it only three other times before. Full out rape, I pick them up, and we drive to a secluded location, and then I just come unglued. The first one I just slapped her around, but I slapped her hard, and the more I slapped, the more aroused I got. The second and third I actually planned out properly. I tied them up with ropes, and spent the whole night fucking them, and beating them until I was totally spent.
I pick up the obvious crack whores, and I always use condoms. Each time in the past I have stuffed a couple hundred dollars into their hands before I dump them. I tell them not to bother with the police, because they are nothing but worthless crack whores, and even if the cops find me, I have the finical resources to fight any rape charges laid, and to drag them through hell and back.
I do this because I enjoy the power trip. These crack whores are nothing. Disposable souls that no one will miss or worry about. I wish I could kill them actually. But murdered whores will garner intense police pressure and its the kinda sensational headline the media loves. No amount of money is going to help someone charged with being a serial killer of hookers, and his fate in prison will probably be worst than death row.
I sometimes worry about the morals of this. I know its wrong, but I don't care. Does that make me an unmoral person?

confession. I LOVE the smell of gasoline. i used to put it in a emptied out water bottle and just take of the cap and enjoy the fumes. the smell i miss more than anything. i wish i had two tanks of gasoline at my disposal now.

Nigger owners manual. A guranteed ROFL...

NIGGER OWNERS MANUAL

Congratulations on your purchase of a brand new nigger! If handled properly, your apeman will give years of valuable, if reluctant, service.

INSTALLING YOUR NIGGER.
You should install your nigger differently according to whether you have purchased the field or house model. Field niggers work best in a serial configuration, i.e. chained together. Chain your nigger to another nigger immediately after unpacking it, and don't even think about taking that chain off, ever. Many niggers start singing as soon as you put a chain on them. This habit can usually be thrashed out of them if nipped in the bud. House niggers work best as standalone units, but should be hobbled or hamstrung to prevent attempts at escape. At this stage, your nigger can also be given a name. Most owners use the same names over and over, since niggers become confused by too much data. Rufus, Rastus, Remus, Toby, Carslisle, Carlton, Hey-You!-Yes-you!, Yeller, Blackstar, and Sambo are all effective names for your new buck nigger. If your nigger is a ho, it should be called Latrelle, L'Tanya, or Jemima. Some owners call their nigger hoes Latrine for a joke. Pearl, Blossom, and Ivory are also righteous names for nigger hoes. These names go straight over your nigger's head, by the way.

CONFIGURING YOUR NIGGER
Owing to a design error, your nigger comes equipped with a tongue and vocal chords. Most niggers can master only a few basic human phrases with this apparatus - "muh dick" being the most popular. However, others make barking, yelping, yapping noises and appear to be in some pain, so you should probably call a vet and have him remove your nigger's tongue. Once de-tongued your nigger will be a lot happier - at least, you won't hear it complaining anywhere near as much. Niggers have nothing interesting to say, anyway. Many owners also castrate their niggers for health reasons (yours, mine, and that of women, not the nigger's). This is strongly recommended, and frankly, it's a mystery why this is not done on the boat

HOUSING YOUR NIGGER.
Your nigger can be accommodated in cages with stout iron bars. Make sure, however, that the bars are wide enough to push pieces of nigger food through. The rule of thumb is, four niggers per square yard of cage. So a fifteen foot by thirty foot nigger cage can accommodate two hundred niggers. You can site a nigger cage anywhere, even on soft ground. Don't worry about your nigger fashioning makeshift shovels out of odd pieces of wood and digging an escape tunnel under the bars of the cage. Niggers never invented the shovel before and they're not about to now. In any case, your nigger is certainly too lazy to attempt escape. As long as the free food holds out, your nigger is living better than it did in Africa, so it will stay put. Buck niggers and hoe niggers can be safely accommodated in the same cage, as bucks never attempt sex with black hoes.

FEEDING YOUR NIGGER.
Your Nigger likes fried chicken, corn bread, and watermelon. You should therefore give it none of these things because its lazy ass almost certainly doesn't deserve it. Instead, feed it on porridge with salt, and creek water. Your nigger will supplement its diet with whatever it finds in the fields, other niggers, etc. Experienced nigger owners sometimes push watermelon slices through the bars of the nigger cage at the end of the day as a treat, but only if all niggers have worked well and nothing has been stolen that day. Mike of the Old Ranch Plantation reports that this last one is a killer, since all niggers steal something almost every single day of their lives. He reports he doesn't have to spend much on free watermelon for his niggers as a result. You should never allow your nigger meal breaks while at work, since if it stops work for more than ten minutes it will need to be retrained. You would be surprised how long it takes to teach a nigger to pick cotton. You really would. Coffee beans? Don't ask. You have no idea.

MAKING YOUR NIGGER WORK.
Niggers are very, very averse to work of any kind. The nigger's most prominent anatomical feature, after all, its oversized buttocks, which have evolved to make it more comfortable for your nigger to sit around all day doing nothing for its entire life. Niggers are often good runners, too, to enable them to sprint quickly in the opposite direction if they see work heading their way. The solution to this is to *dupe* your nigger into working. After installation, encourage it towards the cotton field with blows of a wooden club, fence post, baseball bat, etc., and then tell it that all that cotton belongs to a white man, who won't be back until tomorrow. Your nigger will then frantically compete with the other field niggers to steal as much of that cotton as it can before the white man returns. At the end of the day, return your nigger to its cage and laugh at its stupidity, then repeat the same trick every day indefinitely. Your nigger comes equipped with the standard nigger IQ of 75 and a memory to match, so it will forget this trick overnight. Niggers can start work at around 5am. You should then return to bed and come back at around 10am. Your niggers can then work through until around 10pm or whenever the light fades.

ENTERTAINING YOUR NIGGER.
Your nigger enjoys play, like most animals, so you should play with it regularly. A happy smiling nigger works best. Games niggers enjoy include: 1) A good thrashing: every few days, take your nigger's pants down, hang it up by its heels, and have some of your other niggers thrash it with a club or whip. Your nigger will signal its intense enjoyment by shrieking and sobbing. 2) Lynch the nigger: niggers are cheap and there are millions more where yours came from. So every now and then, push the boat out a bit and lynch a nigger.

Lynchings are best done with a rope over the branch of a tree, and niggers just love to be lynched. It makes them feel special. Make your other niggers watch. They'll be so grateful, they'll work harder for a day or two (and then you can lynch another one). 3) Nigger dragging: Tie your nigger by one wrist to the tow bar on the back of suitable vehicle, then drive away at approximately 50mph. Your nigger's shrieks of enjoyment will be heard for miles. It will shriek until it falls apart. To prolong the fun for the nigger, do *NOT* drag him by his feet, as his head comes off too soon. This is painless for the nigger, but spoils the fun. Always wear a seatbelt and never exceed the speed limit. 4) Playing on the PNL: a variation on (2), except you can lynch your nigger out in the fields, thus saving work time. Niggers enjoy this game best if the PNL is operated by a man in a tall white hood. 5) Hunt the nigger: a variation of Hunt the Slipper, but played outdoors, with Dobermans. WARNING: do not let your Dobermans bite a nigger, as they are highly toxic.

DISPOSAL OF DEAD NIGGERS.
Niggers die on average at around 40, which some might say is 40 years too late, but there you go. Most people prefer their niggers dead, in fact. When yours dies, report the license number of the car that did the drive-by shooting of your nigger. The police will collect the nigger and dispose of it for you.

COMMON PROBLEMS WITH NIGGERS - MY NIGGER IS VERY AGGRESIVE
Have it put down, for god's sake. Who needs an uppity nigger? What are we, short of niggers or something?

MY NIGGER KEEPS RAPING WHITE WOMEN
They all do this. Shorten your nigger's chain so it can't reach any white women, and arm heavily any white women who might go near it.

WILL MY NIGGER ATTACK ME?
Not unless it outnumbers you 20 to 1, and even then, it's not likely. If niggers successfully overthrew their owners, they'd have to sort out their own food. This is probably why nigger uprisings were nonexistent (until some fool gave them rights).

MY NIGGER bitches ABOUT ITS "RIGHTS" AND "RACISM".
Yeah, well, it would. Tell it to shut the fuck up.

MY NIGGER'S HIDE IS A FUNNY COLOR. - WHAT IS THE CORRECT SHADE FOR A NIGGER?
A nigger's skin is actually more or less transparent. That brown color you can see is the shit your nigger is full of. This is why some models of nigger are sold as "The Shitskin".

MY NIGGER ACTS LIKE A NIGGER, BUT IS WHITE.
What you have there is a "wigger". Rough crowd. WOW!

IS THAT LIKE AN ALBINO? ARE THEY RARE?
They're as common as dog shit and about as valuable. In fact, one of them was p******** between 1992 and 2000. Put your wigger in a cage with a few hundred genuine niggers and you'll soon find it stops acting like a nigger. However, leave it in the cage and let the niggers dispose of it. The best thing for any wigger is a dose of TNB.

MY NIGGER SMELLS REALLY BAD
And you were expecting what?

SHOULD I STORE MY DEAD NIGGER?
When you came in here, did you see a sign that said "Dead nigger storage"? .That's because there ain't no goddamn sign.

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Shoeplay strangler. This victim was very risky as she was one of my wifes friends. But i had watched her for a long time. Beautiful tall tanned skin, long brown hair and very nice feet. I cant tell you how many times i have jacked off to her. But i had caught her shoeplaying a few times and i would have to be careful around everybody not to just sit there and stare. She even made the comment one time about how sweaty her feet were and slipped her tennis shoe right off revealing her sweaty black ankle sock. Ohhhh i wanted to attack her right then in front of everybody. I rushed to the bathroom and exploded. But this particular day my wife was out for a few hoursand told me her friend would be by to drop some things off and if i would help. I knew right then it was going to happen. When she pulled up and stepped out of her car she had on tight blue jeans, cowgirl boots and a button shirt. My heart was racing and my cock began to bulge. She told me hi and asked to give her a hand. This was the moment no looking back i couldnt control myself.. As we walked in the house she was in front of me as she layed her bag down on the counter she turned around and i had already pulled my weapon out pointing it at her. Her eyes grew large and a gasp came from her mouth and said what are you doing i told her to shut up and turn around. She started to cry and said that she would not tell anybody about this if i just let her go. I told her to shut up again and stuffed a wash rag in her mouth. She whimpered and shook as i grabbed her by the arms and guided her to the living room where i had put a blanket down and ordered her to lie face down. She was trembling. I ripped her shirt off of her and grabbed her hands to pull them behind her back. I crossed them and bound them with black electrical tape. I rolled her over on her back. She cried through her gag. Beiatiful smooth skin her bra and jeans man i wss already about to explode. But the moment i have been waiting for. I reached down and grabbed one leg and her boot with the other hand and slowly started to take her boot off. As her foot came out i could smell the sweat and the leather of the boot on her feet. To make it better she had on black nylon knee high socks. Oh my the feel and the smell of her feet. I slowly took the other one off and just buried my face into her soft sweaty nylon feet. I didnt want to ruin and explode all over them. I was going to keep them as a souvenirs to enjoy times to come. I reached up and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off her smooth legs. She had a thin leather belt that i had already made up my mind i was going to strangle her with. I couldnt take too much longer as i had to dispose of her too. I stripped her socks off after a few minutes of smelling and rubbing and decided it was time. I tied her feet with tape and crawled onto her back i grabbed the belt and slowly started to put it around her neck she started squirming and screaming i took her gag out and she tried to plea with me screaming my name and pleading with me not to do it. I pulled the belt as tight as i could with one hand around her neck and used the other hand to bare down on the back of her head as to make more pressure to strangle her. She kicked and bucked with her strangling screams. I couldnt hold in any longer i exploded all up her back and over her bound hands. I groaned as i shot my load all over her. I even released pressure from the belt for a minute. She lied there couphing trying to regain her breath. I rolled off of her and went into the kitchen to grab a clear plastic bag i wasnt done with her yet. I crawled back on top of her and quickly but the bag over her head followed by the belt. I cinched it tightly around her neck and rode her again. The thrashing of her beautiful body and the shaking of her head oh she was a beautiful sight. As the bag sucked to her face and her eyeballs bagan to bulge and burst vessles in her eyes. She started to slow before finally just twitched. I resumed this position for five more minutes just to make sure she was done. I rolled her over and rubbed my again throbbing hard cock all over her beautiful feet i exploded one more time all over her tied feet and legs before i wrapped her up and carried her out. I had to make a quick dump job of her to clean up and figure out what i need to do to her car.

A couple years ago, I met a doctor that specializes in the unique physiology of shit eating. He is gay and has been active in the scat scene for a long time. Almost all of his patients are shit eaters and he has a lot of experience with the problems that shit eaters' experience. He stays familiar with the pathogens that are going around in the area and what preventative treatments are needed. He offers a program for shit eaters that start with a variety of vaccines and a supply of prophylactic antibiotics, anti fungal and stuff for parasites and worms that you take before eating shit at scat parties from a lot of anonymous men during group sessions. The program includes regular checkups every 2 weeks to every 2 months for overall health, proper nutrition, checking for parasites and a list of other things.

I heard about him from another shit eater at a scat party I attended in West Hollywood and I was given his office number. When his office opened, I called and made an appointment to see him. On my first office visit with him, I thought I would make an impression and dressed very slutty in my scat party lingerie. I wore a very short tight light brown pleather skirt with a thin yellow belt over brown string bikini panties that had SCAT BOTTOM printed in bold pink letters across the butt. My skirt did not completely cover my panties and it was easy to read it. I always wear a tight silicone cock ring and balls stretcher that makes my 7-inch cock look bigger and it pushes my balls out so they are always easy to grab. With a soft cock, my scat bottom panties just barely cover my cock and balls. I went braless and wore a skimpy tight sheer yellow tube top over my 38DD boobs so they could bounce around and be seen very easily, the finishing touch was my SHIT EATING SLUT necklace.

The waiting room was crowded and everybody just stared at me when I walked in. There were a few guys, two girls, and one cute T-girl waiting to see the doctor. I checked in at the counter, then turned around and introduced myself to the group that was eyeballing me. I said "Hi I'm Kelly" and two guys said they knew me from some of the parties they went to so I started flirting with them. They were telling me how impressed they were when they watched me under the toilet chair at a scat party and they let everybody in the waiting room know all about my performance that they witnessed. When the nurse called one of them in to see the doctor he asked for my phone number and the other guy wanted it too. I told them I did not have any of my cards on me and asked if they had a pen. They did not but this cute petite blonde girl with huge boobs sitting next to them said she had a pen and handed it to me. After I gave my number to the two guys, the cute girl shyly asked if she could have my number too. I smiled and wrote my name and number on a piece of paper and underneath wrote, "You're hot! Call me for some hot dirty fun." When I gave her the paper, she looked at it then looked back at me and smiled and told me she would call me later that day to set it up. She was staring at my boobs and I asked her if she liked playing with big boobs and she said "oh for sure I do." She said she liked the way my boobs looked under the sheer tube top. I told her that she had bigger boobs than I did and she was much smaller than I was too. I sat down by her and we started talking about our shit eating experiences. She had a lot of experience eating big dumps from guys and she was so cute too. Hard to find beautiful girls that really get into eating and digesting big loads of shit. She told me that she had seen many of the professional scat vids that I did for Hardcore and she said I was her favorite shit eater. I asked her where she was staying and she said she just lost her apartment and was on the streets. I told her she could stay at my place if she wanted to but I would want to be fucking her a lot. She was okay with that then I told her about the young boys that hung out at my place. She asked how young is young? I told her they all have ID that says they are 18.
Then the door opened and the nurse called my name, when I walked behind the door the nurse gave me a look of disgust and told me she was glad I did not dress like a slut. I just smiled and said thank you. She led me to the exam room, handed me a gown to wear, and then told me that I probably did not need it since I was pretty much naked already. She told me the doctor was very busy but he would see me in a few minutes and walked out closing the door. I removed my tube top and skirt and sat on the edge of the table wearing just my bikini panties while I waited for the doctor. For some reason while I was sitting there, my cock became rock hard and my panties were so small they would not cover it when it was hard so it was sticking out the side of my panties and the balls stretcher I was wearing made my balls easy to see under my panties. The nurse popped back in and took my blood pressure and pulse without saying a word, when she finished she said the doctor would be right in and I'm sure I heard her whisper "what a slut" as she walk out the door. By the time the doctor walked in my hard cock had softened up and it was back under my panties.

When he walked in, I noticed his eyes went straight for my boobs before he looked at my face. The doctor asked me to describe my scat activities to him so he could have an idea which treatment I needed. I started to describe my activities in a very graphic detailed way while I watched the doctor's eyes keep glancing down at my boobs, which made my cock start growing. While I described the intimate details of my shit eating, I noticed his cock was also getting hard and it quickly got huge and was bulging out in his pants. By that time my cock was as hard as a rock too and it was sticking straight out of one side of my panties with my balls sticking out the other side. The doctor knew I could see his huge hard cock and I could tell he did not know what to say about it so I broke the silence and asked him if he would like me to eat his shit sometime. He smiled and went on with his interview and both of our cocks stayed hard the entire time. After a few minutes, he stopped and told me that he was sorry for being unprofessional but he could not get the visual picture out of his head of me eating his shit. He told me nobody had ever done that to him and he had to either end the exam and reschedule or we could just go for it and I could eat his shit right then and there. I told him I would love to do it for him and promised to not make any mess and keep it all in my mouth. He told me he would love to see me do that and hoped I was hungry because he had not shit that morning and his colon was full of shit for me to eat. I told him I was actually starving for exactly that and would devour all of it. He walked over and locked the door then took off his pants and opened a drawer and pulled out a big syringe and filled it full of water. He handed me the syringe and told me to put the water in his ass while I sucked on his hard huge cock and balls. I ended up filling his ass with three full syringes of water and sucked his cock for about 5 minutes while the water loosened up all the shit in his colon. I could hear his colon rumbling, it was building up pressure, and doctor told me to lie on the floor and get ready to swallow. I laid down on the floor, opened my mouth wide and watched his huge cock and big balls bouncing around over my face as he lowered his ass to my mouth. I started stroking his cock with both hands and he demanded that I keep my lips sealed tight around his ass and not allow any leakage. He told me the exam would be free if I did not let any out of my mouth and he did not want to smell it either. I had my lips pressed tight around his ass and moved my tongue to the side so the flow could go directly down my open throat. Then the deluge was released and it was blasting out like a fire hose. The doctor was not kidding when he said he had a lot for me to eat and it just kept flowing out as I was gulping his colon full of thick brown shit juice filled with gobs and gobs of heavy sticky turds down my throat like a hungry wolf. I even surprised myself by swallowing it all with just a little brown juice coming out at the corners of my mouth along with a small amount of shit juice that came out of my nose when I choked for a moment at the very end when a large gob of solid shit plugged up the entry to my throat, which is pretty normal when I swallow gushers like that. After he served the main course of my meal, I jacked him off while I kept sucking out the remaining packets of shit that kept exploding out of his ass for a few more minutes. After a few of the packets blasted out, he had a massive orgasm and completely covered my boobs with cum. While he shot his cum all over my boobs he blasted out another large amount of shit down my throat. I came right then too and blasted a big load of sperm over my belly and on my boobs. I started to clean his ass up with my tongue but he told not to bother, grabbed my tube top, and wiped his ass with it. Then he stood up and washed his shit down my throat with a long hard piss. He got dressed and handed me my tube top to put on. I slipped the skimpy sheer top over my boobs and it was covered with shit from wiping his ass with it. He said I looked good with the top stained like that and he continued the exam like nothing happened. At the end of the exam he mentioned that he had me fill his ass with the water to see if I was telling the truth about my abilities and he was very surprised that I swallowed it all. Before I left, he wrote his personal number on the back of his business card and handed it to me. He said he would love to take me out to dinner and if I spent the night he would have a big breakfast meal for me to eat. I told him I was very attracted to him and would love to have dinner and I was available that evening to spend the night with him. He said that was perfect and he asked if I was submissive. I told him very submissive and would love to be treated as his slave. He said I was exactly what he has been searching for a long time. He told me he was into the gay BDSM scene as a Dom and had posts on craigslist and ads in various gay publications looking for a submissive Tranny that was into BDSM and heavy scat play. He said he did not have any success finding anybody that had a look that got his cock hard until he met me.

The doctor asked me what my limits were. I told him it depends on the relationship I have with a Dominate man. I said when I am in a serious Master/slave relationship I had absolutely no limits to the point that I was willing to die for a Master's pleasure. He looked surprised I said that and I added that I never expected that to happen but if for some reason it became necessary I would never deny Master that use of me after I agreed to it. I reminded him that I had only agreed to that in two serious Master/slave relationships that required full control of every aspect of my life. I told him it certainly would not apply to causal dating and BDSM sessions. In those circumstances, I would prefer to not end up in the hospital when it was over. The doctor told me he was very surprised that I was willing to die for a Master. He heard stories of slave agreements like that but did not think it was true. He told me he would definitely enjoy using me in some very disgusting and sadistic ways. He said it would be a very interesting experience to be with a submissive willing to let things get to the level that I just described. I told him he did not seem like the type of man with a sadistic mindset and it excited me that he would like to explore that with me. He said I would be very surprised with all the sadistic fantasies he wanted to explore with me. He was excited about using me without limits and he was very impressed by my looks and attitude. He told me I really made his cock hard and gave him a very hard orgasm, and added that he had never considered the aspect of using a subs life but he often fantasized about getting close to that point and bringing the sub back to life. I told him that I could see myself becoming very intimate with him and we could explore that at some point. The doctor walked over to me pulled down my tube top, cupped my breast with his hand and pinched my big nipple and he kissed me passionately. After we kissed, he told me he would love to become very intimate with me. I kissed him back and told him I would love that very much Sir. We ended our talk with him telling me to show up at his place wearing some slutty leather BDSM lingerie under an elegant evening gown and that he had a fully equipped underground dungeon that I would be very impressed with.

When I got home I did not know if I should be scared or excited with the possibilities that might happen that night. I prepared myself in every detail to look the best I could for him and got my head in the proper perspective for a night of sadistic painful torture and I was sure he was going to enjoy beating the fuck out of me. When I thought about that my cock got rock hard and I started thinking about all the ways he might want to beat me. I started shaking in fear about him getting carried away and possibly end up going all the way with it. Part of me said let him but the other part said wait until he becomes my Master.

The doctor sent a beautiful big limo to my place to pick me up early that evening. I was wearing a sheer black elegant evening gown and wore a 1/4 cup purple and black bra that displayed my big boobs and hard nipples in a sexy but elegant way. The limo driver knocked on the door and I invited him in for a moment and introduced him to my cute 18 year old lover, Ellen that was in the front room playing video games with two cute boys. Ellen is a very cute and petite Fem Boi that is hung like a horse. She came over, shook his hand, and told him she was glad to meet him. He told her she was very pretty and then escorted me from my door to the limo and complimented me on how sexy I looked. I asked him how well he knew the doctor and he said he was the only driver the doctor used and they were personal friends. He helped me in the back door of the limo and as we drove I asked him if he was by chance gay and played around with the doctor. He hesitated for a moment not knowing what to say and I told him I knew all about the doctor's personal life and he sort of loosened up and told me that yes he was gay and played around with the doctor. I said and scat too? He said of course he did scat with the doctor and that was what the doctor was mostly interested in. I asked him about the doctor's dungeon and the driver told me it had many types of torture devices and bondage equipment. It had an area set up just for scat, which was used quite a lot. I asked him why it was underground and the driver said probably so the screams would not be heard. I asked Screams? He did not say anything for a few minutes then said he was sorry but he could not talk about the things that went on there.

The driver then told me he was surprised that the doctor was having a lady over since he was usually picking up young teen boys for the doctor. I laughed a bit and told him that I was a lady but I also had what the doctor liked. I slipped my panties to the side and exposed my hard cock, which had been hard the entire time I was getting ready for the doctor. The driver looked back over his shoulder and saw my hard cock and he could not believe what he saw. He said he had no idea that I had a cock and that was incredibly hot. I told the driver I was also into the young cute boys, especially the boys into scat. I told him the cute girl he met at my place was a submissive fem boi that just turned 18 and moved in with me. The driver said to me "you are kidding me? Right? That cute little girl has a cock? I thought she was your daughter or niece something like that." I told him yes she has a cock and she is my girlfriend and is very much into the scat scene and so are the cute boys you saw hanging out with her.

The driver told me the thought of Ellen and those cute boys eating shit just got his cock rock hard and he apologized but he needed to stop and jack off to get his cock down. I told him I would normally offer to suck him off but I could not do that since it would ruin my make up, then I told him he could fuck me if he wanted to. He liked that idea and quickly parked the limo and jumped in back with me and I quickly got my panties off and put my ass in the air for him fuck. His cock was nice and big and he got in me right away and started pounding my ass hard with his heavy balls slamming hard against my balls as he bottomed out in me. I started talking dirty to him about how nasty the boys at my place got when they were eating shit. He instantly had a huge cum blasting orgasm in me and shot a huge load of cum in my ass. He filled my hole full of cum and his huge thick cock had opened me up so much I could not close my hole to keep his cum from dripping out of my ass as I put my panties back on. I did not know what the doc would say about my cum soaked panties but I assumed he knew I was a slut and could not pass up a hard dick to play with.

When we got to the doctors place I was amazed by the size of the estate. The place was completely hidden from the road and from any neighbors with a tall security fence around the estate. When the limo pulled up to the front door a cute boy came out, opened the limo door and very politely invited me inside. The boy complimented me on how I looked and told me the doctor would be very pleased with me. When I walked in the main room it was decorated in a medieval type of setting, with wrought iron staircase and furniture. The boy told me to make myself at home and he wandered off. I walked around and checked out the authentic medieval antiques that the doctor was collecting. I did not know what some the devices were but they seemed to be used for some type of sexual torture or chastity. My cock was hard, tingling thinking about what the doctor was really like, and what possible latent sadistic things he planned to use me for.
The doctor walked in and I stood there for him to check out. He had me do a 360 and then told me I looked fabulous and just perfect for the night of fun. He had in his hand a leash and collar and told me he needed to put it on me and he had a script written in Latin for me to agree to and sign. He said we could dispense with the dinner and get things started if that was okay with me. I agreed with him and told him I was excited to get things started. After he put the collar and leash on me, I got on my knees before him, handed him the leash, and begged him to use me as he desired. He slapped my face hard on both sides and asked if I was ready to be put in my place as his slave. I responded Yes Sir please use me as you desire. That made him smile and he snapped his fingers and had two young boys come over and remove my evening gown. I stood there in my leather BDSM outfit and he noticed the cum on my panties. He asked me if the limo driver fucked me and I was hesitant to say anything not wanting to get the driver in trouble. He then slapped me hard over and over and told me he would not stand for this type of insubordination he demanded that I tell him the truth. I quietly told him yes the driver fucked me but it was my idea. He said that he was disgusted that I asked his driver to fuck me before he did. I told him I figured he knew I was a slut and got fucked a lot. The doctor said it was not a problem for him but it was definitely and problem for me now and he asked me what punishment I deserved. I did not know what to say and told him that it was not up to me to make any decisions about those things. He grabbed me by my collar and twisted it until I could not breathe and told me he didn't ask me to decide how he would punish me just what I thought I deserved. He began to slap me very hard and said to answer him. I calmly told him he probably should beat me for doing that. He asked me to what degree? I said I was not sure but I did not think I would deserve a death sentence for it. He said, "Oh you don't do you, well what if I feel you deserve death for that serious mistake you made. I looked at the ground and told him then I guess that is what I must deal with." He asked me "so are you giving me that option right now? I started crying as I told him I did not want him to do that but I felt that he probably should have that option. He slapped me again and told me that was not a specific answer, he demanded that I answered yes or no if I gave him the option to snuff me as his pleased. . I dropped to my knees and started crying like a child, I apologized repeatedly for being a slut, and then finally I looked up at him and said yes Sir I want you to have the option to snuff me any way you please. He twisted my collar again and asked me if I wanted him to do that to me now and to look him in his eyes when I give him my answer. . I looked up at him in his eyes, began to cry even more, and shook as I told him Yes Sir I am so sorry for being so disrespectful to you and asking your driver to fuck me. I deserve to be immediately disposed of, and I beg you to do it. . Both of our cocks got rock hard when I said that and he told me he was glad that I wanted him to do that. He told me he would hold that offer in abeyance but it would not happen that night.

I thanked him for his mercy and he told me that I did not need thank him. He then called the boys and told them to escort me to the dungeon and secure me under the toilet. He told them they could both shit and piss in my mouth all they wanted and they could smack me around all they wanted too. The boys pulled my hands behind my back and handcuffed my wrists. They both went and got electric cattle prods and took turns shocking me on my ass and boobs as they lead me to a hidden door to the dungeon. The door opened and an elevator was behind the door that took us down to the dungeon. Before we got out of the elevator the boys took turns jamming the cattle prod on my balls repeatedly, electrocuted my balls until I was screaming in pain, and begging them to stop. They told me they did not need to stop but they would this time.

Then they gave me a tour of the dungeon. It was decorated in the same medieval decor as the main room. But this place was lit with burning lanterns and had rings on the wall to secure people to, there was a whipping post and a rack. There were a few stocks to secure the head and arms in with various things behind them for either whipping or fucking. Then we came to something that made me freeze in fear, it was a real guillotine with a very sharp and shining blade on it. I asked the boys if it was used much and they answered it was just one of the antiques the doctor collected and it was just for show. They never knew of it being used but it could be since it worked perfectly. They said the doctor had called them from work that day and told them to get it cleaned up and oiled properly. They told me they had just finished getting it dialed in when I showed up. They walked me over to it and showed me how everything worked. There was a sliding board that the person was laid on and tied to and the board was slid forward and stopped with the head by the wooden stocks that automatically dropped around the neck when the board hit the stops. They demonstrated that to me and then pulled the rope and the blade came down quickly. Then they saw that my cock was rock hard and they asked me if that turned me on. I told them it is weird and I cannot explain why but yes it does turn me on.

Right at that time the Doctor walked in and saw me standing by the guillotine with my cock rock hard. The doctor reminded me that nothing like that was not going to happen so do not get your hopes up. You will be getting a severe beating which will start right now. He told the boys to take this filthy shit eating bitch to the toilet and fill her full of your shit and piss down her shit filled throat right now. I want her full of shit before I beat the fuck out of this disgusting shit eating whore. The doctor walked over to me and slapped my face very hard. Then he told me, "Oh you think you are so cute with your big boobs and sassy attitude" He slapped me again even harder, "I promise you will be begging for the guillotine long before I finish torturing you in some very sadistic ways, and I can assure you that killing you is not one of them, at least not until we have some spectators to watch. Do you understand that, bitch?" I said yes Sir I do. The doctor told the boys, "tie this bitch under the toilet, and don't be nice about it.

The boys took the cattle prods and started to fry my balls with them until I fell to my knees. Then they dragged me to the toilet chair started to secure me to it. My head was placed in a clamping device that held my head firmly in place with foam plates that tightened against the sides of my head; my mouth was held open by some coated hooks on my teeth. My wrists were secured to the back of the chair and my legs were secured behind my shoulders, there was a sloped foam device place under my ass to hold my asshole in place for easy fucking. One of the boys started fucking my ass while the doctor gave me my first load of shit to swallow, when he finished the other boy sat down on my mouth and started to shit. He had filled up with a piss enema while the doctor shit down my throat. His enema was massive and full of shit, he told me he had not shit for a couple days and it felt great to have me suck it out of him. He just keep shitting and shitting for almost an hour before he felt cleaned out. Before he traded places with the other boy he stuck his cock in the other boy's ass and filled him up with piss. Then he started fucking me while the boy lowered his piss filled ass to my mouth with brown piss dripping out. As the boy lowered his dripping ass to my mouth, he told me to expect a massive amount to very raunchy shit to eat and it will be like diarrhea since he caught some parasites and worms at the last scat party they had there. He hoped I did not mind him giving them to me. I did not have time to say a word before his asshole pressed down hard on my open mouth. I stuck my tongue inside his ass and mumbled to give me his filthy shit to eat. He yelled at me "eat my worm and parasite infested shit you filthy whore and you better get sick from it." I was tongue fucking his ass and begging for his filth in me and when it just started to gush out, It smelled and tasted utterly disgusting and I could tell it was full of clumps of worms and other parasites, I was gulping it all down and towards the end he pushed out some big clumps of some foul tasting parasites that I could feel moving around as they went down my throat and they kept moving around in my belly. The boy asked me how I liked it and I said it was perfect and asked for more. He told me he was a bit put off that I liked it because he would have beaten me if I said anything else. After the second boy finished I was filled up and my belly was full of shit and protruding out as if I was 5 months pregnant.

Then the doctor came back and saw that I was properly filled full with shit for him to begin torturing me. He had the boys untie from the toilet and they tied my balls up tightly to make them protrude out and be under pressure from the rope wrapped between my balls and cock. A foot long probe that was 3 inches thick with wires attached to it was shoved in my ass and secured in place with a harness, another probe with wires on it was pushed in my piss hole and it was secured in place with a small harness. A long and thick hollow dildo was stuffed down my throat and secured with a harness around my head to keep me quiet and it also had wires attached to it. Then they grabbed my balls and I watched as they clamped a metal balls stretcher between my cock and balls with wires attached to it. They told me they were going to electrocute me like that and it would most likely fry my balls until they sizzled like bacon. Then they took me to a rope that hung from the ceiling. My wrist cuffs were attached to the rope and it was pulled it up until I was on my toes. Then a real noose was placed around my neck and it was pulled up until I could just breathe. The wires were connected to a control box and the boys waited for doc to tell them what to do.

The doctor came over with a leather strap, ran it across my face, and told me he was really going to enjoy fucking me up good that night. He asked me if I wanted to be beaten to a pulp and I nodded yes. He replied, "That is very good and you will get what you want". Then he started to take the leather strap to my balls in a wicked way and told the boys to turn on the control box and the electric charge went started electrocuting my cock ass, balls, and it was excruciatingly painful. Then it started pulsing with a high energy that made me jerk around in a violent way. The boys laughed at how it affected me and kept turning the power up real high then back down. The doctor kept smashing my balls with the strap until I could not feel them anymore. The doctor said "you want your balls sliced off don't you bitch?" I did not do anything and he kicked my balls hard and said, "You better answer me, you want to be castrated don't you?" I nodded yes. The doctor said "good girl I will have them cooked in a shit filled omelet for your breakfast in the morning." then he started beating my body and pulled the noose up tighter until I was choking and barely able to breathe. My cock ass and balls were starting to get very hot as the electric current was starting to barbecue them. I truly thought he planned to kill me like this and after a couple hours, I did not think I would last much longer and started begging to be slaughtered. Just before I blacked out, I thought it was over and that was it for me.

I woke up early in the morning tied to a table with a fuck machine ramming a huge 3 inch thick dildo in my ass with a full 10 inch stroke. The machine was ramming it in me at a furious rate, cycling a couple times a second. Each stroke was lifting my body up tossing me violently around. The dildo was covered in my shit that was getting flung all over the place and there were piles of shit on my boobs and belly that other guys had left on me while I was out. I just laid there and my ass got fucked by that huge dildo for at least an hour before one of the boys showed up. He said the doctor was at work and they had control over me now. They told me that they have made about a hundred calls to guys to ask them come over and shit down my throat. They expected the first guy any minute. They stopped the fuck machine and untied me from the table then tied me under the toilet chair again and this time they brought over the fuck machine and replaced the dildo with a much larger one. The dildo was 3 1/2 inches thick and the stroke was increased another inch to a full 11 inches. They lined it up with asshole and rammed the dildo in me. When they turned in on it was lifting my body up and thrashing me like a rag doll. Just then the first guys showed up and shit down my throat, while they were shitting, I heard more and more guys talking and laughing about my predicament. The fuck machine was thrashing me so hard that it was hard to swallow all the shit from my guts getting pushed into my stomach from that monster dildo slamming into me. About 15 guys had shown up to take part in the ordeal. I could not eat all that shit so they just kept piling it up on my face until I was choking on it.

I could still feel those things moving around in my gut and they felt like they were getting bigger as they fed on me. The boy that gave it to me was ready to give me another load of his parasite infected shit but he wanted me to beg for it first. I begged him to give it to me and give me his filthy shit right down my shit eating throat. He sat down and blasted out another filthy load of loose shit down my throat. It was still filled with worms and other things and I just gulped it down, as a shit eater should. After he finished they untied me and told me to get dressed without cleaning up. Then they took me to the front of the building and the same limo driver picked me up. I was a total mess with welts all over me and covered in think lumps of shit and some was dried on me. He laughed when he saw me and asked me if the doctor found out he fucked me. I told he did right away and beat the fuck out of me for that. The driver said the doctor was going to beat the fuck out of me anyways so it didn't really matter too much did it?

The driver told me he would like to fuck me again after I was cleaned up if that was ok with me. I told him sure. When we got to my place I invited him in and introduced him too Ellen and the cute teen boys that were there having sex. I went and got cleaned up and when I came out he had Ellen and the boys lined up on the floor with their assholes in the air for him to fuck like musical chairs. When he saw me he told me he had already cum a couple of times and doubted he could cum again, but he still had his morning dump in him and he would love to put it down my throat. I got under our toilet chair and he sat down and gave me some long thick raunchy tasting turds to eat and finished with a blast of loose chunky shit that blasted all over my face. He got up and had one of the boys lick his ass clean and left. I saw the doctor again at his office but he never mentioned that night again and I did not bring it up either.

About a year ago, I was trying to talk my wife into telling me any sexual fantasies that she's ever had, or still has. She pretended not to have any at first. After much prodding and reassurance, she finally admitted that she's always wondered what it would be like to fuck a black guy. I was like, okay, I'll find some porn with black guys in it and we'll watch it together. I tried it out with her, but she wasn't into it for some reason. I tried again and again, but she always shut me down. I really wanted her to get into it, but it did nothing for her.

Like a good husband, I didn't give up. I figured it was just a matter of finding the right actor. There had to be someone that she'd take a shine to, there just had to be! I devoted myself to the cause, every night staying up late trying to find the perfect actor in the perfect scene. I amassed a huge number of bookmarks and subscribed to a number of black guy-centric websites. I downloaded so many scenes, I had to go out and get a 4 TB external storage thing to hold it all. My wife wondered what I was up to, but I didn't want her to feel pressured or uncomfortable about it, so I just fibbed and said work was busy, blah blah blah, whatever.

She started getting really suspicious after a while, though, so I decided that instead of doing research at home, I would buy a laptop and go to a motel. I found a cheap one on the edge of town and used it often. It was a sketchy neighborhood, with drug users and prostitutes of every sort frequently making noise in adjacent rooms. There was a cheap soda machine out in the parking lot that I used every once in a while to refresh myself after a long bout of furious jerking off. It was there that I was approached by a flashy, cologne-wearing young white guy with tattoos. After a few minutes of being interrogated by this guy, he managed to extricate the real reason behind my frequent visits. He nodded and laughed, but wasn't off-put or dissuaded. He promised to "hook me up". I went back to my room and resumed my research.

30 minutes later, there came a knock on the door. I swung the door open and couldn't believe my eyes; a big, strapping black man stared back at me, smiling. He was much, much taller than me, with big, rippling muscles barely contained by his t-shirt. "How's it goin, man?" he asked off-handedly and walked right in. "I'm Taireek, Victor's friend. He said you were doing some research for your wife and might want to see what all the fuss is about." I nodded, barely able to speak for some strange reason. "All right, cool. How about...' he grabbed me by the arm and guided me to the bed. The next thing I knew, his dick was in my mouth and I was naked and greedily working it over like the girls in the videos. It was incredible!
I went home that night and told my wife everything. I was sure she would want a turn with Taireek. To my utter surprise, she was furious and took off in the car to her mother's house 3 hours away. I was stunned. But then I realized: I had the house to myself, and her full wardrobe at my disposal!

I hopped in the shower and shaved my whole body, then dressed up as pretty as I could with perfume and makeup and everything. Taireek came over every night, even bringing a friend or two on occasion. He liked my new look and treated me like a sexy lady, cumming on my face and slapping my ass with abandon after getting his fill. My wife called and I just let the machine get it. She returned to find me in her red sequin dress, sucking 2 black dicks on our bed.

"You're missing out!" I called after her as she ran crying out of the house. "Thank you, honey! I would have never found this without your help!"

"Shut up and suck it, fuckin' white boy"

This will be my first confession and know there will be no nudes or some extravagant tale of how I got with my sister or daughter or what not. This will just be a simple confession of something I need to get off my chest. Before I get started, I will point out that both my current girlfriend and my Ex are under age while I am not but I have parental consent. Be warned, this is a long story.

So here it is. When I was still in school I met this girl in world of warcraft, I was actually introduced to her through her father who I had known for about a year or so in game. She and I hit it off and became really good friends, we would talk about anything and everything, tease each other, overall we just had some really good times. I found out she lived in america, about 1600 km south of where I lived in canada. Eventually I couldn't afford WoW anymore, we kept in touch through facebook but the messages started coming less and less. Then in march of 2012 my mother passed away, I was only 20 so needless to say I was pretty messed up by it. I decided to make a change in my life, I had always been careful about every single decision I'd made so others would approve but from then on, I just wanted to do things for my own happiness. Summer rolled around and finally I got a message from her, for the sake of the story we will call her Jenn. So Jenn messaged me and we got to talking again. It was great, like we never stopped talking. We started talking about what we've been up to, she asked about my mom and such, but something seemed off with Jenn, something was bothering her and she seemed to have changed a little. Anyway we would talk about her boy troubles, you know the common douchebags that only want one thing and when they don't get it they cheat. I gave her some advice on how to get the attention of this new boy she liked and made the joke that if he still didn't want her, I would take her. Not fully serious but she was a very attractive girl and if I had the opportunity I really would. Anyway we kept talking about things here and there, about my job, her school etc. One day Jenn told me she was having problems with her boyfriend, turned out she was now seeing that boy and though they cuddled, they hadn't done it yet, the problem was they had an argument about it, she wasn't ready and he was so that day instead of going to see her like they planned, he payed a visit to his ex girlfriend, I'm sure you all get the picture. So obviously my advice was for her to dump his ass and not waste the tears on him. About a week later Jenn messages me, I could tell she was upset so I answered even though I was at work, she told me she took him back, they had sex and then he blew her off again for his ex and was flirting with another girl. I told her that's why I said to leave him, that he was only after sex and once he got it he would move on to the next trophy. She agreed and dumped him on the spot. We kept talking and I made the joke again that I would take her, although I meant it a little more this time and to my surprise Jenn replied with "can you please?". Just like that it was like a light bulb went off in my head, why not? I was 21 years old with no obligations, no commitments, I wasn't doing anything profound with my life and worse yet, I wasn't happy.

So we started a long distance relationship, I made plans to move to the southern part of Canada so that if I were to go visit here, I could make the trip in one days drive. I got a texting plan on my phone so I could text her instead of always using facebook and of course from there we started sexting. This is about the time when I found out she was only 16... yeah not my brightest moment. But we got past that, we continued sexting, talking, I moved down south. Finally I found out what was different about her since the time we played wow together, it turns out, around the time my mother died, Jenn was drinking at a party and someone was feeding her everclear (and probably something else) Jenn was raped that night by a friend of her sisters, that was her first sexual experience. The night I found out I went to the gym and broke my hand on the heavy bag. So we continued our long distance relationship and I was working on getting a car, Jenn started to get a little more adventurous with our sexting and wanted to exchange naughty pics, obviously I didn't say no. She was magnificent, Jenn had a well toned body from soccer that was just starting to get a little plump because she had been off with an injury, she had long brown hair, beautiful green eyes, a nice sized runners ass, long legs and oh my god that rack! 16 year olds these days, god damn! I convinced her to take a bet that if I could guess her bra size she would send me a tit pic, because at this point all I got was lingerie pics. I took a good look at her pics, noticed the bras she wears are a little tight and came up with 34-C, BINGO! I got my tit pic! I told her she should move up to a D but she was in denial about her boobs getting bigger. So things kept moving along, Christmas rolled around which was when I had hoped to visit her for the first time, but I ended up not being approved for the car loan so I was saving money for a car instead. I could tell Jenn was getting tired of waiting, so I decided I would go for a cheaper car. It was about mid January, I texted Jenn to let her know I was going to look at a car the following Tuesday, she said cool and that was pretty much the most I could get out of her for the next few weeks. Finally, I had my car paid for, it was in the shop getting the safety and e-test done and I was looking forward to driving to Jenn's to surprise her for Valentines day, It was currently only the 6th of February though, that night I went online, ordered a nice bouquet of flowers with a silver heart pendant that was hanging on the vase. The next day I texted Jenn, this is our conversation.

Me (3pm): 1 week ;)

Me (5pm): I hope you'll be home next thursday after school (that's when the flowers were scheduled to arrive and me shortly after)

Me (9pm still no response and she had been doing this for a while): You must be pretty pissed off with me :(

Jenn (9:30pm): I can't do this.

Me: what do you mean?

Jenn: Any of it.

Me: Please don't, I getting things in order, I'm so close.

Jenn: it's not that b

Me: than what?

Jenn: It's me. I'm done. I have this nasty habit of pushing people away. That's what I've done. I'm sorry I'm horrible.

The conversation continues but the last text I ever received from her was "I don't like you anymore" she then blocked me on facebook and blocked my number. Just like that I was tossed to the side like a dirty rag, treated like garbage, feeling disposable and to add insult to injury, the flowers were non-refundable... she still received them on valentines day.

The month before all this I was introduced to my uncles best friend and his daughter, who had just gone through a breakup of her own. We were starting to become friends at this point. Shortly after valentines day I started seeing her, she was my rebound girl, no doubt about it. To this day I am still with her. I am now 22 and she will be 18 at the end of the month. I feel guilty though cause she really loves me but I'm still hurt, I still think about Jenn every night, I can't get her out of my head and it kills me. I just found out Jenn is with someone now, and when I was told, I cried, I hadn't cried since my moms funeral. I never was a crier, I could probably count the number of times I've cried in the last 15 years on one hand, but that hurt.

So that's my story of how I fell in love, only to be thrown away like garbage yet still I want her back. Before anyone asks if I'm gonna share the nudes she sent me, know that they have been deleted. The day she dumped me I deleted all the pictures she ever sent me. Thanks for reading.

A single use, self contained disposable injection device designed to be an alternative to traditional wives and girlfriends.

A guilty pleasure. I feel like I am a little perverted. My childhood frnd who is very manly and into girls.. but I always wanted to see him fuck so I slowly tempted and convinced him over drinks to try with my mom and helped him while he flirted and when he came home went out so he could flirt and impress and finally he got to fuck my mom... And I loved it.. and was so turned on.. he has even kept the door a bit open a few times so he could show me how my mom service his dick.. and he throws the used condom in my dustbin so I could dispose it but I enjoy wearing that cum filled condom and jerking myself thinking about them..

I used to steal panties from laundromats. I would bring a basket of easily disposed of clothes if I had to leave quickly (items bought Salvation Army stores) and a novel or magazine and would usually place the clothes in a dryer because that would give me a reason to be sitting near the dryers.

I would watch people come in and when I saw someone I thought was hot, I would wait until she put her clothes into the dryer and if I could, I would then causally stroll over and, open it up and steal a pair of her panties.

The place I usually hung out at near several trendy coffee shops, and close to a university so I would get all sorts of hot young women coming in to drop off their laundry. Most of them would then head out to a coffee shop, and this was before the explosion of social media. Phones, and camera phones were around, but not like today.

I found it so hot to think about the girl I stole her panties from, and would often wear her panties, or jerk off into them all the while thinking up elaborate fantasies, usually involving her as my already broken slave.

DM me if you want to hear about some of the sexier panties I stole.

his object is a tv cd 47yo painslut looking to serve a total final MASTER in extrem no way out slavery and confinement will relocate fast, removed from society no way back, feminization dehumanisation painslut/whore/maid service, disposal

object destiny; a thing that is never allowed to leave its cell or the house and kept under lock and key indefinitely and only released when there is a need for it to serve, be used or abused. It has no name, its face is usually hooded or its head is shaved and its rarely allowed to say anything

1,75m 77kg not the most feminine but ready to go all the way in no way out slavery, feminisation and dehumanization

object’s sole purpose: Forever shackled, held captive and isolated, serving as toilet, amusement, tortured, stored, caged, modified and suffering in great pain. Relieved of its purpose only when it is no longer of use to superiors

Don't Shave That Hair!!!

My friend recently made a mistake in his life, and I offer his story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with him having trouble dumping. These are in his words. I tried to clean it up some.

No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my butt-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my cheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.

I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.

I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my butt of hair. Occasionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My cheeks were smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.

Little did I know.

I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two cheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.

Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic turd-molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky brown/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. It felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.

Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my crack off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering poop/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own turds blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."

Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for this hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my cheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.

As if that wasn't enough, I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could tell that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, go home to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to a house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo Homes, smell you later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne, as the king of Bel-Air.