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💝💝💝 i need a real one here rn

also why and how did my dildo get bruised?

also tell me what you ate for breakfast

Before I met my blackmailer/owner, I was in a very long on-and-off relationship. This relationship stretched all the way back to high school, since I was 17. I had known my ex since I was 11. We were best friends growing up, and eventually, we fell deeply in love.

This person was my first sexual partner and one of only two bodies I had until I was 33, when my blackmailer increased my count by two.

My ex and I broke up many times, but we always ended up back together. He would get mad and have mood swings, then swing back into absolute tenderness. The anxiety, the relief, and the high of having someone hold me, kiss me, and hug me filled me with faux safety and love. It kept me in a constant state of stress and dopamine from relief through his approval.

For some reason, the good times were remarkable and touching, and the bad times were as bad as you can imagine. I experienced and accepted all forms of abuse from him. The relationship, along with its toxic on-and-off obscurities, lasted strongly into the age of 33. After COVID, he really pined for me. He orbited around the idea of a relationship, which was something I wanted again anyway. I thought age and maturity would finally get us on the same page, but that was not the case at all.

Things got worse as time went on. I was never being touched, barely kissed, and hardly spoken to nicely, but when it did happen, I felt good and I felt “loved.” I was desperate for a way to repair our relationship, and one of the ways I thought I could prove my love was to finally indulge in a fantasy he had brought up, wanted, and discussed multiple times for years.

He said he wanted this cuck fantasy. He talked about it for a long time, when he was horny, when he was not horny, sober, not sober. It was a consistent ask, and we discussed how he would want this scenario many times.

I ended up searching for another person to bring into the picture for a one-time thing, or possibly an occasional thing. My ex had already been looking for guys before, but I did not like any of them. I ended up on here and ran into my blackmailer, and I still remember the first time we messaged. He was really nice, understanding, and patient. He even showed empathy toward me and the loss of my dog, which I was experiencing at the time. He asked me about my day, made me feel desirable, and I legitimately felt like a woman for the first time in ages.

I was not getting any sex with my ex, which I later learned he was getting from someone else. Over time, I revealed more and more details to my blackmailer. I had been caught up in the rush I felt from being forced to do tasks. Some were more demeaning than others, and some I will never forget. I felt seen and attractive.

The tasks were easy and light at first. Body writing, showing my face in pictures, and sharing some details, like my first name. Then the information became more damning. A last name, a city, an occupation. Now he had everything, and with time, the tasks became very incriminating and more intense than anything I had ever done.

I bought my first dildo and was tasked with fucking myself with it in a public fitting room, completely naked. I remember being cold, wearing only socks and shoes, spreading my legs, and pushing the huge dildo in. It was the biggest thing I had ever pushed inside myself. I had to cover my mouth with one hand because I was whimpering too loudly. I remember the pop of the dildo and feeling my spine tingle from the sensation. I did not need lube because the humiliating task had already made me soaked.

My pussy was sore for days after that recorded scene I made for my blackmailer. All the praise I got, the tasks that forced me to embolden my slutty side, the attention from my blackmailer, all of it reignited a part of me that I thought had died. Life felt fun and exciting with my blackmailer in it. I had no idea who he was, what he looked like, or how old he was, but I felt myself falling for him. Unfortunately for me, I was obsessed. I found myself thinking about him and getting excited to talk to him again.

I grew closer to my blackmailer through daily, meaningful conversations. We spoke daily for around five months before we finally met up. I fell in love before I ever saw him, before I knew what he looked like, and before I even knew what his dick looked like. I willingly gave him my ID, rested on my naked body, just so I would rank higher to him on the victim list. I would still give more now. Anything. If I could give my social and routing number, I would.

He is probably the nicest guy I have ever met. To this day, he is my golden standard for men and meetups, and for the qualities I want and need.

When we finally met in person, I got videos made with my blackmailer. I planned a surprise for my ex on his birthday, like he had wanted and asked for multiple times. I made it fun and sexy. I was on top, dominating, and I finally showed my ex-boyfriend the video my blackmailer and I made.

My ex got angry and instantly threw me off. He called me all sorts of names, including rapist. He said he would not have consented to sex if he knew I had done that. The worst part of being called a rapist by him was that he knew I had been sexually assaulted at 14. He knew what weight those words carried for me.

I was threatened, and then he choked me after I started to sob and beg for forgiveness. He told me I had no right to cry or be upset and that I was lucky my teeth were not getting punched down my throat. He demeaned me, broke off the relationship, and left for a few hours, but then came back and stayed at my house. He was cruel the whole night. I sobbed, begged for forgiveness, and said I thought this was something he had begged for and actually wanted. I had asked for clarification so many times.

I remember crying, begging for forgiveness, and trying to join him in bed, only to be pushed off over and over. The whole thing ruined my outlook on myself, my body, relationships, and people. I found out a little while later that he had lied about other things too, like his living situation and his friendship with another woman.

We broke up because he got sick and started needing help at home. When I asked if he wanted me to move in, take care of him, get married, and devote my life to him, he told me I brought nothing but debt and headaches to the table. He said I was incapable of being a wifey. I ended up so hurt from it all that I dumped him and blocked him.

Two months later, he showed up at my house with a sob story and sent his mom to beg and cry for me to forgive him.

I have been having nightmares about my ex, but when my blackmailer/owner talks to me and I am distracted by him, I feel safe and calm. It is not his responsibility to keep me around or keep me happy, but I am just happy he helped me see value in myself enough to leave my ex and stop dealing with his cruel words. He helped me feel hot and feminine when he plays with me. No one has ever made me feel sexual and safe at the same time before, and the irony that it comes from my blackmailer/owner does not escape me at all.

I also felt that my owner, after meeting him and getting to know him, was someone I wanted as my golden standard. Someone interested, kind, curious, funny, and intelligent. Over time, the tasks my blackmailer gave me have been meant to build my slut skills. He trained me into a throat goat, a perfect puppy, and an obedient toy, and soon I will be anal training again.

Before I met my blackmailer/owner, I was in a very long on-and-off relationship. This relationship stretched all the way back to high school, since I was 17. I had known my ex since I was 11. We were best friends growing up, and eventually, we fell deeply in love.

This person was my first sexual partner and one of only two bodies I had until I was 33, when my blackmailer increased my count by two.

My ex and I broke up many times, but we always ended up back together. He would get mad and have mood swings, then swing back into absolute tenderness. The anxiety, the relief, and the high of having someone hold me, kiss me, and hug me filled me with faux safety and love. It kept me in a constant state of stress and dopamine from relief through his approval.

For some reason, the good times were remarkable and touching, and the bad times were as bad as you can imagine. I experienced and accepted all forms of abuse from him. The relationship, along with its toxic on-and-off obscurities, lasted strongly into the age of 33. After COVID, he really pined for me. He orbited around the idea of a relationship, which was something I wanted again anyway. I thought age and maturity would finally get us on the same page, but that was not the case at all.

Things got worse as time went on. I was never being touched, barely kissed, and hardly spoken to nicely, but when it did happen, I felt good and I felt “loved.” I was desperate for a way to repair our relationship, and one of the ways I thought I could prove my love was to finally indulge in a fantasy he had brought up, wanted, and discussed multiple times for years.

He said he wanted this cuck fantasy. He talked about it for a long time, when he was horny, when he was not horny, sober, not sober. It was a consistent ask, and we discussed how he would want this scenario many times.

I ended up searching for another person to bring into the picture for a one-time thing, or possibly an occasional thing. My ex had already been looking for guys before, but I did not like any of them. I ended up on here and ran into my blackmailer, and I still remember the first time we messaged. He was really nice, understanding, and patient. He even showed empathy toward me and the loss of my dog, which I was experiencing at the time. He asked me about my day, made me feel desirable, and I legitimately felt like a woman for the first time in ages.

I was not getting any sex with my ex, which I later learned he was getting from someone else. Over time, I revealed more and more details to my blackmailer. I had been caught up in the rush I felt from being forced to do tasks. Some were more demeaning than others, and some I will never forget. I felt seen and attractive.

The tasks were easy and light at first. Body writing, showing my face in pictures, and sharing some details, like my first name. Then the information became more damning. A last name, a city, an occupation. Now he had everything, and with time, the tasks became very incriminating and more intense than anything I had ever done.

I bought my first dildo and was tasked with fucking myself with it in a public fitting room, completely naked. I remember being cold, wearing only socks and shoes, spreading my legs, and pushing the huge dildo in. It was the biggest thing I had ever pushed inside myself. I had to cover my mouth with one hand because I was whimpering too loudly. I remember the pop of the dildo and feeling my spine tingle from the sensation. I did not need lube because the humiliating task had already made me soaked.

My pussy was sore for days after that recorded scene I made for my blackmailer. All the praise I got, the tasks that forced me to embolden my slutty side, the attention from my blackmailer, all of it reignited a part of me that I thought had died. Life felt fun and exciting with my blackmailer in it. I had no idea who he was, what he looked like, or how old he was, but I felt myself falling for him. Unfortunately for me, I was obsessed. I found myself thinking about him and getting excited to talk to him again.

I grew closer to my blackmailer through daily, meaningful conversations. We spoke daily for around five months before we finally met up. I fell in love before I ever saw him, before I knew what he looked like, and before I even knew what his dick looked like. I willingly gave him my ID, rested on my naked body, just so I would rank higher to him on the victim list. I would still give more now. Anything. If I could give my social and routing number, I would.

He is probably the nicest guy I have ever met. To this day, he is my golden standard for men and meetups, and for the qualities I want and need.

When we finally met in person, I got videos made with my blackmailer. I planned a surprise for my ex on his birthday, like he had wanted and asked for multiple times. I made it fun and sexy. I was on top, dominating, and I finally showed my ex-boyfriend the video my blackmailer and I made.

My ex got angry and instantly threw me off. He called me all sorts of names, including rapist. He said he would not have consented to sex if he knew I had done that. The worst part of being called a rapist by him was that he knew I had been sexually assaulted at 14. He knew what weight those words carried for me.

I was threatened, and then he choked me after I started to sob and beg for forgiveness. He told me I had no right to cry or be upset and that I was lucky my teeth were not getting punched down my throat. He demeaned me, broke off the relationship, and left for a few hours, but then came back and stayed at my house. He was cruel the whole night. I sobbed, begged for forgiveness, and said I thought this was something he had begged for and actually wanted. I had asked for clarification so many times.

I remember crying, begging for forgiveness, and trying to join him in bed, only to be pushed off over and over. The whole thing ruined my outlook on myself, my body, relationships, and people. I found out a little while later that he had lied about other things too, like his living situation and his friendship with another woman.

We broke up because he got sick and started needing help at home. When I asked if he wanted me to move in, take care of him, get married, and devote my life to him, he told me I brought nothing but debt and headaches to the table. He said I was incapable of being a wifey. I ended up so hurt from it all that I dumped him and blocked him.

Two months later, he showed up at my house with a sob story and sent his mom to beg and cry for me to forgive him.

I have been having nightmares about my ex, but when my blackmailer/owner talks to me and I am distracted by him, I feel safe and calm. It is not his responsibility to keep me around or keep me happy, but I am just happy he helped me see value in myself enough to leave my ex and stop dealing with his cruel words. He helped me feel hot and feminine when he plays with me. No one has ever made me feel sexual and safe at the same time before, and the irony that it comes from my blackmailer/owner does not escape me at all.

I also felt that my owner, after meeting him and getting to know him, was someone I wanted as my golden standard. Someone interested, kind, curious, funny, and intelligent. Over time, the tasks my blackmailer gave me have been meant to build my slut skills. He trained me into a throat goat, a perfect puppy, and an obedient toy, and soon I will be anal training again.💝🌷🐶

(photo w me worshiping owner/blackmailer meetup aug24')

while i lap at your ass and balls with my tongue? 🥵🥵🥵🥵 pleaaase? woof woof

🥵🥵🥵😵‍💫

look how fucked up it looks omg 😵‍💫😵‍💫🥵🥵🥵🥵

I'm a fucking loser, a puppy girl, beautiful-yet untouchable (i cant form relationships), successful-yet still a loser, short, tiny, only has 4 bodies and im 34yrs old.

I'm a fucking loser, a puppy girl, beautiful-yet untouchable (i cant form relationships), successful-yet still a loser, short, tiny, only has 4 bodies and im 34yrs old.

I'm a fucking loser, a puppy girl, beautiful-yet untouchable (i cant form relationships), successful-yet still a loser, short, tiny, only has 4 bodies and im 34yrs old.

I like them because I relate to them and find them funny 🐶 (im a loser pathetic puppy slut so i can relate to being alone and not good enough)

i kinda relate to them ngl and i think theyre funny

just imagine myself as a tiny puppy girl emotionally crashing out for sex and to suck your dick, or ill use my leverage i gathered to tell everyone u message and jerk off to a loser gushy tight pussy desperate puppy slut. imagine being held at an expectation to abuse me multiple times a week or ill get upset and dangle leverage above your head again and give you anxiety spikes and your dick gets hard knowing its gonna smash my guts in and be worshiped by my mouth. uou know youll make a sloppy mess with me youll have to clean up later, shamefully.

you hate fuck me, your dick is confused as you dominate me, but deep down you know if you dont youre going to be associated with me and every shameful thing we do. you know ill crash out and do something impulsive if you dont tie me up and make me squirt from pussy slaps and humiliation

you finish in me, or in a rubber leaving me a whimpering mess and toss the used condom on the back of my head as you leave upset and wanting more, yet conflicted at the relationship and all it can cost if anyone finds out how you treat me in bed or the kind of girls you associate with 🥵😋🐶

(image ft my actual blackmailer dominating me summer 24')

"come over and tie me up and piss on me and step on my pussy and hurt me or ill use your dms against u!!! and all the leverage we made together!"

imagine me sending nudes blowing your phone up knowinf if you dont acknowledge them im gonna cry online and threaten to expose you 🐶🐶🐶🤬🤬🤬 grrrr (im 5'1 btw)

just imagine myself as a tiny puppy girl emotionally crashing out for sex and to suck your dick, or ill use my leverage i gathered to tell everyone u message and jerk off to a loser gushy tight pussy desperate puppy slut. imagine being held at an expectation to abuse me multiple times a week or ill get upset and dangle leverage above your head again and give you anxiety spikes and your dick gets hard knowing its gonna smash my guts in and be worshiped by my mouth. uou know youll make a sloppy mess with me youll have to clean up later, shamefully.

you hate fuck me, your dick is confused as you dominate me, but deep down you know if you dont youre going to be associated with me and every shameful thing we do. you know ill crash out and do something impulsive if you dont tie me up and make me squirt from pussy slaps and humiliation

you finish in me, or in a rubber leaving me a whimpering mess and toss the used condom on the back of my head as you leave upset and wanting more, yet conflicted at the relationship and all it can cost if anyone finds out how you treat me in bed or the kind of girls you associate with 🥵😋🐶

(image ft my actual blackmailer dominating me summer 24')

"come over and tie me up and piss on me and step on my pussy and hurt me or ill use your dms against u!!! and all the leverage we made together!"

just imagine a tiny puppy girl emotionally crashing out for sex and to suck your dick or ill use my leverage i gathered to tell everyone u message and jerk off to a loser gushy tight pussy desperate puppy slut. imagine being held at an expectation to abuse me multiple times a week or i get upset and dangle leverage above your head.

you hate fuck me, your dick is confused as you dominate me but deep down you know if you dont youre going to associated with me and every shameful thing we do. you know ill crash out and do something impulsive if you tie me up and make me squirt from pussy slaps and humiliation

you finish in me or in a rubber leaving me a whimpering mess and toss the used condom on the back of my head as you leave upset and wanting more yet conflicted at the relationship and all it can cost if anyone finds out how you treat me in bed or the kind of girls you associate with 🥵😋🐶

(image ft my actual blackmailer dominating me summer 24')

i 💖 being a pain puppy 🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶💝

pain puppy 💝💝🐶