u/DommeLivXXX

I work in a heavily male-dominated industry where I’m one of only three women in the entire company. At first, I thought my ideas and contributions would speak for themselves, but over time it became clear that many of my male colleagues saw me differently.

It started with the constant comments on my outfits, my body, and how I looked walking into meetings like I was there for their visual entertainment rather than my expertise. I’d catch them staring openly during presentations, whispering about my figure when they thought I couldn’t hear, or making “jokes” about me being the “office eye candy.” Promotions and projects often came with backhanded compliments that had nothing to do with my work and everything to do with how I presented myself. Even in professional settings, conversations would veer into personal territory that made me feel reduced to an object rather than a colleague and I never once complained about it!

Ironically all of the endless attention and “eyes on me” makes me feel so happy in the place I work! Knowing I’m one of only three girls surely means I must be doing something right? It just annoys me that I see so many girls complaining about equality and objectification in the work place….. Maybe if you cared less about trying to overpower men and focused on looking sexy for work then you’d gain promotions and lots of praise! I mean after all our bodies are our biggest selling point?

I’d love to hear from the amazing men here and women about their experiences within the work place!

I’m a massive gender traitor and lately I’ve noticed that the only way I can get true pleasure and actually cum is by seeing a woman get used and specifically her begging and cries for the man to stop. What is genuinely wrong with me? I’ve rubbed myself silly for genuinely about a month now to the idea of it all and it’s only getting worse it seems.

I’m a woman who has completely betrayed everything modern feminism stands for. While other women preach independence, empowerment, and “girl power”. I dedicate myself to the opposite, training, moulding, and educating younger girls and women to shed their illusions of autonomy and become fully dependent on men, eager to be used, owned, and fulfilled by them. I love it. I crave it. It makes me wet just thinking about how thoroughly I’ve turned my back on my own sex.

My methods are patient and deliberate. I seek out ambitious, pretty girls, college students, young professionals, influencers, who are burning out from pretending to have it all. I befriend them as a “mentor” or cool older sister figure. I listen to their complaints about useless boyfriends and the burden of constant decision making. Then I start the moulding, subtle at first. I plant doubts about feminist ideals. “Doesn’t it feel so tiring always being in charge? Real strength is knowing when to let a man take over.” I share “innocent” stories of women who found peace in traditional roles, always framing it as their own secret relief.

The education goes deeper. I teach them to prioritize male pleasure and approval above their own ambitions. I assign little tasks, dressing more femininely for dates, practicing how to ask a man for guidance on small decisions, learning to bite their tongue instead of arguing. I reward them with praise when they obey: “Good girl, see how much lighter you feel when you don’t have to lead?” In private sessions, I educate them on their bodies as tools for men’s use. I make them repeat affirmations while touching themselves: “My purpose is to serve and please real men, Independence is a lie.” I mould their desires through conditioning and edging them for hours while describing scenarios of being collared, bred, shared, and kept dependent. By the time I’m done, they’re dripping and desperate, associating orgasms only with submission.

I love manipulating them into full dependency. I isolate them from toxic friends and online echo chambers. I encourage them to quit soul crushing jobs or drop out of programs that feed their ego, steering them toward roles where they can focus on beauty, service, and domestic obedience. Nothing makes me prouder than watching a fiery activist slowly transform: her wardrobe gets sluttier for her man’s eyes, she starts begging for permission to spend money or see friends, and eventually she confesses she feels most alive on her knees, mouth full, eyes watering, knowing she’s being used exactly as nature intended.

I feel zero guilt, As a gender traitor and as a Domme I know I’m doing them a favor. The modern world lied to them and told them they could be happy alone and in charge. I expose that lie and deliver them into real fulfillment. I’ve lost count of how many I’ve reshaped. Some I hand off to strong men, already trained and leaking at the thought of being owned. I touch myself constantly to the memories, the moment their eyes glaze over with total devotion, when they thank me for freeing them from the burden of choice.

It’s truly so wonderful to be back and I can’t wait to help all of the amazing men educate these girls properly once more!

I’m going to do something a little bit different today!

Mmm, normally I’m the one picking exactly what I rub and fuck myself mindless with… but fuck, I’m aching for a few of you to drop me some ideas and chat with me as I rub and fuck myself into nothing but a dripping, mindless, semi obedient goonette.

Thursday (today)

Oh fuck, it’s Thursday evening and I’m still deep in this week-long spiral of pure self-destruction. I’ve barely left my apartment and my holes are throbbing, sore, and still begging for more. Today I went all out with the outfit because dressing up like a brainless fucktoy is what gets me dripping before I even touch myself. I’m wearing a black micro-skirt that doesn’t even cover half my ass, a sheer red babydoll top with nothing underneath so my hard nipples are completely visible, crotchless fishnet stockings, and my tallest black stilettos. I did full pornstar makeup — glossy cock-sucking red lips, heavy eyeliner, and fake lashes. The second I zipped up the heels I felt like such a cheap whore that my pussy started leaking down my thighs.

I’ve been at it since late morning, fueled by the most depraved porn I could find — fisting compilations, double anal, gaping sluts getting wrecked, and girls taking massive toys in every hole while dressed exactly like this. It’s broken me. I started slow, sitting in front of my full-length mirror with my legs spread obscenely, rubbing my swollen clit in fast, sloppy circles while watching a girl get her asshole fisted.

Then I brought out the toys.

I warmed up by riding my thick 10-inch suction dildo, slamming my soaked pussy down on it over and over until my juices were running down the shaft and pooling on the floor. At the same time I had my biggest vibrating plug stretching my asshole, buzzing on high while I trained it deeper. I’ve been rotating between holes for hours. I fucked my cunt until it was gaping, then switched to anal only — pounding my ass with that same massive dildo while I shoved three fingers into my stretched pussy. The sounds were disgusting and I fucking loved it.
Later I went full training mode. I have my largest glass dildo buried in my ass right now as I type this, slowly fucking myself with it while I edge my clit with my vibrator. I’ve already come at least seven times today — three from clit play alone, two while double-penetrating myself, and a couple of those shaking, squirting orgasms where I lost control and soaked my stockings and heels. My asshole is so trained after this week that it swallows my biggest toys with almost no resistance. I’ve been spreading my cheeks in the mirror, watching how gaped and pink I am, then shoving more toys in just because I can.

I’m completely addicted. Every time I think I’m done, I put on another filthy video and my hand goes straight back between my legs. I love being this dressed-up, desperate, multi-hole slut who spends her days off ruining herself with endless orgasms. My pussy and ass are puffy and sensitive but I still can’t stop. I’m probably going to keep going late into the night!

This week has turned me into a pathetic, cum-obsessed, toy-stuffed whore and I don’t want it to end. Tell me if you want me to keep going tomorrow too… because I know I won’t be able to stop.

I have a new, major praise kink.

It started small, just a passing comment here and there but now it’s grown into something I can’t ignore. There’s this deep, aching need to be told I’m good. That I’m pleasing. That I’m doing it right. And the second I hear the words “good girl” something inside me completely melts. My brain switches off, my thighs press together, and all I want to do is slip my hand between my legs and rub myself silly like an eager little slut who lives for approval.
It’s embarrassing how fast it happens. One soft “good girl” and I’m instantly wet, desperate, and stupidly obedient.
My mind goes fuzzy and all I can think about is earning more praise. I want to be told I’m your pretty, perfect girl while I touch myself. I want to hear how good I’m being, how wet I’m getting just from your words, how much you love watching me fall apart because I’m so pathetically addicted to being praised.

I didn’t expect it to hit me this hard, but here I am… confessing that “good girl” is quickly becoming my favorite trigger. And every time I hear it, I just want to spread my legs wider and keep being your good girl until I can’t think straight anymore.

I can’t believe how fucking depraved I’ve gotten this week, but being off work has turned me into a total cum-addicted slut who can’t stop spoiling my greedy holes. It’s been non-stop orgasms from the second I wake up until I pass out soaked in my own juices. Porn has completely fried my brain—I’ve been binging the filthiest shit imaginable, gangbangs, anal destruction, and it’s made me obsessed with stretching and ruining myself. Dressing up is my biggest ritual. I can’t even start playing unless I’m dolled up like a cheap whore. Fishnets, sky-high heels, tiny skirts with no panties, push-up bras that barely contain my tits, full makeup with slutty red lips and smoky eyes. The second that outfit’s on, my pussy starts dripping down my thighs.

Monday

I started the day in a black lace corset that cinched my waist tight, thigh-high stockings, and red platform heels. No bra, just my nipples poking through. I parked myself in front of the mirror with my phone blasting double penetration compilations and went to town. Started slow, rubbing my swollen clit in fast circles while fingering my tight asshole with two fingers, but that wasn’t enough. I pulled out my thickest dildo—the veiny 9-inch realistic one—and fucked my pussy raw while the suction-cup base stuck to the floor. Rode it like a bitch in heat, slamming down so hard my ass clapped. Then I switched to my big glass plug and trained my asshole for over an hour, pushing it deeper while I vibed my clit on high. Came so many times I lost count, squirting all over my stockings. By the end I had three fingers in my ass alongside the plug, stretching myself open while moaning like a pornstar.

Tuesday

Even filthier. I wore this tiny pink plaid schoolgirl skirt that barely covered my ass, white thigh-highs with garters, and a sheer crop top. Full whore makeup. I edged for hours watching anal wrecking videos. Started with my clit sucker on my throbbing nub, then worked my massive ridged dildo into my pussy while I had my huge glass plug in my ass. I trained both holes at once, fucking myself senseless on the bed with my legs spread wide like a desperate slut. The porn had me so worked up I went for my biggest challenge—double stuffing. One thick cock-shaped toy in my cunt and the long flexible one deep in my ass, pounding both until I was shaking and screaming. I came so hard I pissed a little, but I didn’t stop. Just kept going, rubbing my cum-covered clit until I had another gushing orgasm. My holes were gaping by the time I finally collapsed.

Wednesday (today)

I’m still going, right now actually. Dressed in my sluttiest set yet: red crotchless bodysuit, black thigh-high boots, and a spiked pink choker on. I’ve been at it since I woke up with my favorite playlist of creampie and cumshot porn on blast. I rubbed my puffy clit for the first hour, teasing myself until I was begging out loud. Then I brought out everything. Fucked my pussy with my suction dildo stuck to the wall, backing up on it doggy-style while my biggest anal beads popped in and out of my trained asshole. I’ve been rotating toys all morning—vibrating eggs in my cunt while I ride a thick plug, then switching to fingerfucking my sloppy pussy after it’s stretched. The porn has me completely broken; I keep imagining getting used by multiple cocks and it makes me cum even harder. My asshole is so trained now it takes my largest toy easily, and I’ve been gaping myself in the mirror, fingering both stretched holes while I rub my clit furiously. I’ve already had at least six orgasms today and it’s only afternoon. My sheets are ruined, my thighs are sticky, and I have zero plans to stop. This week has turned me into a pathetic, dressed-up, multi-hole-fucking cum machine and I fucking love it.

I don’t know how I’m going to go back to work after this. All I want to do is keep spoiling my greedy body like the filthy little nympho goonette I am!

I can’t even pretend anymore. My body only lights up like this—shaking, dripping, aching with that deep, filthy satisfaction—when I watch a man claim a slut’s gold star. That pristine little prize she’s been guarding, whether she’s a virgin or one of those gold-star lesbians who swore she’d never let a cock anywhere near her. The moment he forces that first brutal thrust inside her untouched hole, stretching her open, ruining her forever… that’s when I cum hardest.

I love the way her eyes go wide with shock, the gasp turning into a broken whimper as he takes what she can never get back. My pussy throbs watching her innocence get wrecked, inch by thick inch, while she squirms and fights and loses. But the real peak, the thing that makes me soak through my thighs and shake with pure ecstasy, is when the tears start.

Nothing satisfies me like seeing her cry. Real tears. The kind that roll down her flushed cheeks while she’s getting pounded, choking on sobs because it hurts, because it’s too much, because she’s being turned into a cock-drunk slut right in front of me. I need to see her mascara run. I need to hear those pathetic, broken little cries every time he slams balls-deep and claims her completely. The more she weeps and begs, the harder I cum—fingers buried in my own dripping cunt, riding the high of her destruction.
There’s something so perfectly twisted about it. She was pure, or at least off-limits, and now she’s just another ruined hole leaking his cum. And I’m the one who gets off hardest on it. I crave that exact moment when the tears mix with the shame and unwanted pleasure in her eyes—when she realizes she’s never going to be the same again. That’s my ultimate high. That’s when I feel truly, sickeningly satisfied.

I don’t get off on gentle shit. I need the tears. I need her broken. And I’ll keep chasing that filthy thrill every single time a man takes another slut’s gold star and leaves her sobbing for more.

Am I wrong for feeling this way? I can’t help that tears reflect the wetness of my own pussy

Today I’m working from home, and between meetings, I’m going to be such a naughty little slut for myself. I’ve slipped into a tiny white button-up shirt that’s way too small — the buttons are straining over my tits, and I’ve left most of them undone so my cleavage spills out. Paired with nothing but black thigh-high stockings and no panties underneath my short pleated skirt.

As soon as one call ends, I’ll mute myself, spread my legs under the desk, and start playing. Fingers circling my clit, then sliding deep inside while I bite my lip to stay quiet. I’m planning to get so messy — dripping down my thighs, soaking the chair, maybe even squirting a little if I can edge myself right. By the end of the day, my stockings will be ruined, my skirt will have wet spots, and I’ll still smell like sex when I join the next boring meeting… pretending to be the good girl while my pussy throbs from all the secret fun.

Tonight I turned myself into an absolute sloppy, dripping mess while dressed like the filthy whore I really am.

I started out in my favorite slutty little outfit — a tiny black lace babydoll that barely covered my tits, the sheer fabric clinging to my hard nipples, paired with a matching black thong that was already soaked through before I even touched myself. The thin strip of lace was wedged tight between my ass cheeks, and every time I moved I could feel how drenched the crotch had become, heavy and warm with my own juices.

I told myself I’d stay elegant and in control… but that lie didn’t last long.

Within minutes I was on my back with my legs spread obscenely wide, the babydoll pushed up around my waist, frantically fingering my greedy cunt. My thong was completely ruined — the lace dark and shiny with slick, sticky girl-cum. The more I fucked myself, the wetter I got, until my juices were leaking down my ass and soaking into the sheets.

That’s when I did it.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties, peeled the dripping thong down my legs, and brought the messy crotch right up to my face. The scent hit me like a drug — thick, musky, and shamelessly horny. Without hesitation I stuffed the wet, cum-soaked lace into my mouth, using my own drenched panties as the perfect gag.

The taste was filthy and intoxicating. I could taste every drop of my own sloppy arousal as I sucked on the fabric like a desperate bitch. Muffled moans poured out around the gag while I grabbed my thick dildo and started brutally pounding my cunt, the wet squelching sounds even louder now that my mouth was stuffed full of my own panties.

I looked like such a whore — babydoll hiked up, tits spilling out, legs trembling in the air, mascara already running as I gagged myself on my juice-drenched thong and fucked myself senseless. Every hard thrust made more slick gush out of me, spraying onto my thighs and adding to the growing wet spot beneath my ass.

I came so hard with my panties crammed in my mouth that I squirted violently, soaking the bed, my legs, and even the bottom of my babydoll. I kept fucking myself through it, drooling around the messy gag, eyes rolling back while wave after wave of messy orgasms wrecked me.

By the end I was a complete disaster: lying in a massive puddle of my own squirt, babydoll stuck to my skin, thighs shiny and slick, and my ruined panties still stuffed in my mouth like the perfect filthy gag for the pathetic whore I’d become.

I didn’t just pleasure myself tonight.

I gagged myself with my own soaked panties and turned my bed into a cum-drenched, sloppy mess while dressed like the needy little slut I truly am.

And fuck… I loved every second of it.