I know I’m going to catch a lot of flack with this one, but for me it’s Angela White. lol I often see her on top five lists and several times I’ve heard her referred to as a, “goddess” and I honestly would not even say she is someone I like lol 10 years ago? I liked her back then, but my tastes have changed.
So I take anywhere from one cap full to two capsules of MiraLAX every single day. Well, maybe about a week ago I ran out of MiraLAX and I was busy with work so I went about maybe three or four days without taking any and that was enough for me to develop what feels like an impaction. For the past couple days I’ve been shitting out pebbles and basically I feel an urge to go and I will push as hard as I can and I will feel that the stool is like massive and there’s no pushing that out so basically I’ll push and push and push and basically what will happen is I’ll push so much that a little piece of it will come out and it’ll usually be like I don’t know maybe a quarter cup. I just got the MiraLAX back two days ago. Also, all this pushing has really hurt and I’ve been putting petroleum jelly on my anus, but it’s still hurting. I really don’t wanna go to the doctor because from what I’ve heard they don’t really do much anyway, and I don’t want a doctor to be putting his finger up my ass trying to break up the stool manually because that sounds like a fucking nightmare situation. I’m one of those people who cannot go to the bathroom if someone’s watching so sounds like a nightmare situation to be in the doctors office having his finger up my ass and then him telling me to push shit out lol no fucking thank you lol but anyway, I’ve dealt with this problem for like 15 years on and off and it always eventually gets solved… What do you guys usually do? Does my situation sound unique and bad enough for me to have to go to the doctor? Lol I don’t know ChatGPT kind of just freaked me out lol 😆 I’m really not in the mood to have a finger in my ass hahaha
Right now I’ve gone down from 170 to 35 and I actually feel no different on 35. I did notice that when I tried to go down to 30, it was tough. So that’s when I went back up. My goal now is trying to go down as low as I possibly can until it gets to the point or even 1 mg is difficult and then I plan to hold whatever my dose is at 1 mg per month so if I’m down at 20 then basicallyI’d wait a month and then try going down to 19 etc. Is this a good way to make it a painless experience? Unfortunately if I feel any withdrawal, my willpower isn’t that good and I end up taking extra and I don’t want that to happen.
Can anyone speak from experience? All I know is I’ve been tapering slowly and it has gone much better than I ever thought it would go. I never thought I would be down to 35 mg. What’s a little disappointing as I still feel bogged down and overmedicated as I did on 100 mg lol
There have been many times where I have considered paid companionship as a U.S. citizen, and every time, I abandoned the idea immediately after the first text. I’m not a time-waster. Each time, I’ve been motivated by potential clients, but their attitude is so rude that it just stresses me out and makes me think it’s not going to be a good experience. I know this is an ongoing issue that people are afraid to talk about. I feel like many escorts have a very short fuse and they automatically anticipate that everyone they talk to is going to push boundaries and be unpleasant to them in return. They are very unpleasant. Not every guy is a "boner machine" that just cares about the sex. We want someone welcoming, warm, and inviting.
Back in World War II, a lot of men loved being treated by female nurses because of their warm and welcoming attitude. Women need to realize guys are very romantic creatures. We want that momentary fantasy of a sweet, kind woman. We don’t want someone who is constantly speaking in a yelling voice and is constantly on edge. Just saying, there is a lot of money I would have spent, and I might have become a regular if there were just some attitude adjustments.
Also, I specified the U.S. because I’ve been to other countries. In every country I’ve been to, there is not this problem. In every country I’ve been to, companions understand that men are doing this for the all-around package and that they need a sweet girl. Being sweet, kind, and welcoming is part of the job. Only in America do they think providing a warm vagina is the whole job.
And let me just add, it’s actually probably making your client experience worse when you look at it that way—like you’re just providing a warm vagina. If you actually looked at it like you’re providing the whole package—providing a sweet personality, being inviting and nonthreatening—you’d probably get a lot easier clients. A guy who just wants a warm vagina is more likely to be a creep than someone who wants to spend an hour with a pleasant person. I know this is about to get butchered, but I really don’t care. It’s just a thought I had that I wanted to share. Don't judge, guys. Really.
TW: if you’re not into CNC, please do not read. This is a very dark and heavy piece of erotica. Even some people who are into CNC might think this goes too far. Please read with caution however, if you’re into CNC and you feel like most of the stuff out there is way too vanilla and there’s no effort to make it convincing, this is going to be for you.
Dark Accomplice
The apartment in Ormoc City was quiet except for the hum of the old electric fan. Anna, 29, beautiful with her slim waist, big round ass, long brown hair, and those exotic eyes behind her cute Harry Potter glasses, stood in the living room. Her hand rested gently on her still-flat belly.
I’m pregnant. Tonight I’ll surprise him with the news.
A loud crash shattered the silence as the front door burst open.
“Aaaahhh! What are you doing?! Who are you?!” Anna screamed, backing away in pure terror. Three masked men rushed inside. She turned to run but they were on her in seconds, grabbing her arms and forcing them painfully behind her back.
“No! Stop! What do you want?!” she cried, voice high and panicked as they zip-tied her wrists tight. “Please— you can fuck me if that’s what you want! Just don’t hurt me! I’ll let you fuck me, just don’t kill me or beat me!”
They didn’t answer with words. One clamped a hand over her mouth while the others dragged her downstairs and shoved her into the waiting van. Inside, they pulled her top up and took her shorts off.
“Oh god… I knew it. You’re going to rape me,” Anna whimpered, tears streaming down her face. “Please… be careful. I’m pregnant. I’m carrying my boyfriend’s baby. Just fuck me and get it over with, okay? Don’t hurt me…”
The first man slid her panties to the side and entered into her deep. Being a 5’4 Asian girl, his thick 6.5 inch cock was bigger than she’d ever taken. Anna gasped sharply. “Ahh! Slow down… it hurts! You’re so big… take it easy! You can fuck me…but don’t rip my pussy apart. Don’t hurt me!” He put his thumb in her mouth and made her suck it as he kept fucking her tiny Asian pussy.
They took turns raping her in the back of the van while the fourth man — the camera guy — filmed everything silently, red light blinking. Anna noticed it through her tears. “Why are you filming me? Are you going to sell this? Please don’t…”
When they finished dumping their loads inside her, the leader finally spoke.
“We know you’re pregnant. We’ll let you go because of that… but you have to help us first. I’ll take your phone and through your Facebook. I’ll one of your hot friends. Help
us lure her here. Help us rape her so we know you’ll keep quiet. Then you walk free.”
Anna shook her head, still panting and leaking cum. “No… please, don’t make me do that. I can’t betray one of my friends like that. I’ll let you fuck me more if you want. I’ll suck all of you right now. Anything but that.”
The leader’s voice turned cold. “Refuse and we forget the other girl. You become our permanent slave. We’ll keep you locked up. Imagine your belly getting huge. Still getting fucked and filmed every single day until we decide to sell you or worse. So what will it be…her or you forever?”
Anna’s whole body trembled. She thought about never seeing her boyfriend again, about raising the baby in a sex dungeon. “I… I’ll do it,” she whispered, voice breaking. “I’ll help you lure her. I’ll help you. But you have to promise — swear on whatever you believe in — that you’ll let me go after. Please. I just want to go home.”
“Good choice.”
They tied her in the passenger seat with her hands bound in front of her and rope running to her ankles, ensuring her inability to make a quick escape.
Mara, the friend they selected, approached the van. Anna forced the words out through gritted teeth. “Mara… thank you for coming so quickly. I’m really sorry about this…”
The trap closed. Mara’s terrified screams filled the van as they grabbed her and immediately drove off.
At the isolated house, the men turned to Anna again.
“Time to earn your freedom. Go in there and break her in. We want to watch you do it. Make it convincing, like you’re in charge. Have fun with her for a while and then call one of us in to help you rape her, so it looks like you’re the leader.”
Anna was trembling. “I’ve never touched a girl like that… please, don’t make me. This is sick.” One of them injected meth into her arm. The rush hit like fire — her heart raced, her skin burned, and a dark, shameful heat bloomed between her legs.
She stepped into the room where Mara was tied naked laying on the bed.
“Mara… I’m so sorry,” Anna whispered, voice thick with guilt and growing arousal. Then, louder, trying to sound commanding: “Shut up and open your mouth. Now.”
Mara stared in betrayal. “Anna… what the fuck are you doing?!”
Anna climbed onto the bed, straddling her friend’s face, glasses slipping down her nose. “Make me cum. Use your tongue on my pussy. Make me cum or we’ll hurt you.” She moaned as Mara’s reluctant tongue touched her. “Oh god… that’s it. Deeper. I can’t believe I’m making you do this…”
Mara cried in betrayal. Anna straddled her face, moaning despite herself. “Oh fuck… yes, right there. Lick deeper. It feels good. The drugs… I can’t help it. Keep licking my clit. Don’t stop!”
Anna’s voice cracked with shame and lust. “I’m such a horrible friend. But I need this. I need to cum so bad right now.”
She called one of the men in. “Come fuck her hard while she eats me.”
Then she turned to the man. “Now pull out of her and fuck my pussy while she licks it. Please… I’m so horny it hurts.”
Then, voice desperate with arousal: “Now pull out of her and fuck me. I need it so bad…”
He did. Anna cried out as he thrust into her pregnant cunt. “Yes— fuck me harder! I’m such a slut for this…oh god…OHGOD—I’m gonna cum—fuck—I’M CUMMING”
Anna started to aggressively rub her clit with her fingers, and after just a few seconds, let out a big stream of squirting fluid, as it sprayed all over Mara’s face and chest.
Afterward, while the men took turns with Mara, they let Anna clean up. She started pulling her clothes on with trembling fingers.
“I did everything you asked… I made her lick me, I helped you rape her. Please… let me go home now. I just want to go home to my boyfriend. I’m pregnant, please have mercy.”
The leader smirked. “Not yet. We all want to fuck you again. You’re too fucking hot to waste.”
Anna’s shoulders slumped. “No… please. I can’t take any more tonight. I feel so used…”
They walked her to the basement dungeon. Once there, they tied her hands behind her back.
“What are you doing? I thought you trusted me now!” she cried.
“We do. But this is for the video. You’re going to give us rough blowjobs — hands tied, deepthroat, the whole thing. Do it well and we’ll let you go. You’ve got 4 of us so conserve your energy. We’re going to film it and sell it—this will buy your freedom.”
Anna knelt, tears already falling. “Okay… I’ll do it. Just please don’t hurt me or the baby.” The first man grabbed her hair and guided her mouth back and forth on his cock, like she was a sex doll. Her eyes quickly turned red and began to water. She gagged and intermittently made involuntary slurping sounds. She tried to be careful not to mess up her top since she would be let go soon. She didn’t want people seeing her and staring, but spit began to fall onto her top and the lap of her jean shorts. .
“Glk glk glk *slurp* ulp *gag*” Spit continued poured from her mouth as he face-fucked her roughly. She made sure to keep eye contact. She wanted him pleased. She didn’t want to piss any of these guys off.
He came. He timed his orgasm just right so that some cum would get in her mouth and on her face too. Her lips were covered in a thick layer of it. She looked like a complete mess. And she had 3 more cocks to suck.
The second man took his place. Anna was gasping, covered in spit and tears. “I’m doing it… see? I’m sucking you like you want. Please don’t keep me here forever. I’ll be good…”
After the second load down her throat, she was a wrecked mess — panting, drooling, voice hoarse. “Okay… I’m ready for the next one. And then one more after that and I can go home like you promised.”
They laughed. “We’re tired. We’ll finish the rest of it tomorrow. It’s late, you should sleep.”
Anna panicked. “No! You promised! Please let me go home tonight! I did everything— the licking, the helping, the blowjobs… I’m begging you!”
“Don’t worry. You’ll go home tomorrow.”
They undid the ropes from behind her back and re-did them so she was tied from front and left her in the basement overnight, hands tied close together, in a tube top and Jean shorts covered in spit, drool, and cum. She could feel the wet discomfort. She lay on the cold floor, crying softly. “Please… I just want to go home. I’m pregnant… I’m so scared…”
The next day they didn’t come down until 5 PM. Anna was sore, hungry, and desperate.
“You’re late… I’ve been waiting all day,” she said hoarsely when they finally appeared. “Please, just let me finish the last two blowjobs.”
They gave her a toothbrush, toothpaste, and mouthwash. She brushed her teeth quickly and used the mouthwash with urgency. In her mind, she was two blowjobs away from seeing daylight.
She knelt again. “I’ll make it good. Just use my mouth however you want.” She took the third man deep, gagging, tears streaming: “I’m sucking you like a good girl… see? Now please, let me go after this.”
After the fourth, she was a wrecked, panting mess. “There… all done. I did the whole video. Can I please go home now? I’m pregnant. I need to see my boyfriend.”
“One more delay. We need to edit the footage and add some more scenes with you and Mara together tomorrow. It’ll just take a little longer.”
Anna broke down. “Why are you doing this to me? You keep saying ‘just a little longer’… I did everything you asked!”
The leader shrugged. “We need to edit the footage first. It’ll take a few more hours. Relax.”
Anna started crying. “Editing? You said after the video I could leave… This isn’t fair. I’m pregnant. I need real food and a bed.”
Day 3
The next morning they still didn’t release her. When they came down in the afternoon, Anna’s voice was shaky. “Why haven’t you let me go yet? You have all the footage. I helped you rape Mara. What more do you want from me?”
“We need some extra scenes with both of you together. Your boyfriend’s going to love it.”
Anna froze. “My… boyfriend?”
That night the camera guy finally told her the truth while filming her reaction.
“You still crying about going home? To the guy who knocked you up?” He smirked. “He paid us. He’s into rape porn and wanted to see you get taken, turned into an accomplice, broken on camera. He’s probably jerking off to the live feed right now.”
Anna stared in stunned silence, then whispered, “No… that can’t be true. He loves me. We’re having a baby together…”
Her voice cracked. “You’re lying to keep me here, right?”
The days dragged on with more excuses.
Day 4
“They want better lighting for the blowjob scenes. We’ll shoot tomorrow.”
Anna curled up on the floor, hands still tied. “Better lighting? You’re just making this up… I did everything. Why won’t you let me leave?”
Day 5
“The editor says we need you more submissive. Act like you love it and we’ll be releasing you soon.”
By now Anna’s resistance was crumbling. “Please… I’ll act however you want. I’ll call you Sir. I’ll beg to suck you. Just don’t keep me here forever. I’m scared I’ll never see daylight again.”
Day 6+
The delays never stopped. “Client wants more submissive-focused content.” “We’re waiting on payment.” “Too risky to move you right now.”
Anna’s slow realization settled in like thick cement. She stopped yelling. Her voice became small and submissive.
“Sir… if I’m really good today — if I eat Mara’s pussy on camera and let you all fuck me without complaining — will you at least untie my hands for a while? I’ll be your good girl. I don’t think you’re ever letting me go home, are you? This is my life now…”
The hopelessness was complete. She had become exactly what they (and her boyfriend) wanted: a broken, obedient, slave who no longer fought.
She was theirs forever.