u/-submissivebitch3

For me, how useful I am to a man is more important than everything. My usefulness is measured by the size of my breasts, the tightness of my pussy, and the depth of my throat. I believe that a proper female should do everything to ensure her throat is shaped perfectly for her master's penis. I can either gulp down everything to the balls and hold it in my throat for as long as necessary, or I'm trash, unworthy of life.

He hits me in the face, chokes me. He likes to see me in tears. But he cums... looking at my naked body. He finds me a..attractive? He can do whatever he wants with me. Other girls would hardly offer him that. He won't leave me! I am loved.

You have no idea how hard it is to live in this society that demands strength and dignity from people. Yet I have to pretend to be a human being :) Knowing that, in reality, I’m nothing but a sick pig who gets off on being punched in the stomach... And when someone speaks of this not with contempt, but with a boner , it brings an incredible sense of liberation. When someone sees me as nothing more than a set of fuckholes and targets for blows. When someone’s cock swells with blood at the mere thought of my body. It’s fucked up, but there are certain inner traits you simply cannot fight.

Working as a business-class flight attendant is no easy task. They only hire perverts like me for the job—creatures devoid of self-respect, ready to indulge a passenger's every whim to get even more money for the company. We’re paid mostly in tips, but I don’t do it for the money. I take the initiative myself and I don’t need money to keep going. I like money, but I love the feeling of being used much more. What could be better than servicing a passenger’s cock for the entire flight? Kneeling before him, pressing my face tight against his balls for hours on end. Enduring slaps and having my hair yanked. And, of course, constantly slipping away to the toilet with him so he can cum on my tongue again and again. I don’t even need the money. And I always say, "Thank you, sir."

And when you step on my head, I just hope my hair is soft enough that you don't get mad

So scared and disciplined that not worshipping your cum is out of question

They're probably right. I really am a dumb loser…

That's what I need. I want to be a helpless, pathetic creature, someone to drag around just to constantly fuck and torture. Because I'm no good for anything else. I want my throat to take the shape of my owner’s dick. I want to serve.

Every time Owner takes me out of that cramped cage, I immediately press my forehead to the floor in the deepest bow, kissing the ground before Him. Then I have to thank Him for using me.I have to apologize like the stupid, broken fucktoy I am — for his cock still not being moistened , for existing, for things I couldn't possibly do while locked in a cage... I have no right to disagree. Ever.

Well, at least he got me out of that cramped cage in the corner

Every morning begins with this... My tormentor loves anal more than anything...

He pulls my nose ring in different directions depending on which hole he needs…