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?