Degradable
Meteorite
- Joined
- Mar 21, 2018
The story
It's not about the sex. It's about the humiliation.
You have some dirt on me. You know my little secret. And you intend to leverage that fact to the fullest exctent. Just getting me to sleep with you would be to simple. No, you have larger plans.
You will isolate me from my friends. Destroy my personal life, get me kicked out of university, squash every prospect of me ever having a career. As anything except your personal plaything, that is. You will throw away my books and replace them with pornos. Burn all descent clothes, leaving with nothing but whores outfits. My apartments looks less and less like a home, and more and more like a brothel, a prison with only one inmate - me.
And while you do it, you will break my mind so hard I end up believing I deserve it all, that it is natural for a girl like me. I am never good enough for you. I am ugly, stupid and slow. Most importantly, I am fat. You make me believe it, all the way. Eventually I am starving myself just so you will say I look pretty, but off course you never do.
Obviously you fuck me to. In all sorts of painful and degrading ways, all the time, everywhere. After all, that the only thing I am good for. But the sex is just a tool you use to break me down, to erase my soul, reduce me to an object. Your fucktoy.
The kinks
Obviously, this will be a perverted story. In general, the more messed up your kinks are, the better. Piss, pain, verbal humiliation, breath play, slutty clothes, massive amounts of cum, any and all forms of degradation, vomit... Just bring it on. Show no mercy.
A few limits, though: No mutilation, scat, under age, or family.
The practicalities
I prefer PMs, first person, present tense. A paragraph or a few per post, depending on the situation and frequenzy. Creativity and quality is better then length. If you are in Europe, it is a big bonus because of time zones.
Interested? Send me a PM and we can start making plans![/size]
It's not about the sex. It's about the humiliation.
You have some dirt on me. You know my little secret. And you intend to leverage that fact to the fullest exctent. Just getting me to sleep with you would be to simple. No, you have larger plans.
You will isolate me from my friends. Destroy my personal life, get me kicked out of university, squash every prospect of me ever having a career. As anything except your personal plaything, that is. You will throw away my books and replace them with pornos. Burn all descent clothes, leaving with nothing but whores outfits. My apartments looks less and less like a home, and more and more like a brothel, a prison with only one inmate - me.
And while you do it, you will break my mind so hard I end up believing I deserve it all, that it is natural for a girl like me. I am never good enough for you. I am ugly, stupid and slow. Most importantly, I am fat. You make me believe it, all the way. Eventually I am starving myself just so you will say I look pretty, but off course you never do.
Obviously you fuck me to. In all sorts of painful and degrading ways, all the time, everywhere. After all, that the only thing I am good for. But the sex is just a tool you use to break me down, to erase my soul, reduce me to an object. Your fucktoy.
The kinks
Obviously, this will be a perverted story. In general, the more messed up your kinks are, the better. Piss, pain, verbal humiliation, breath play, slutty clothes, massive amounts of cum, any and all forms of degradation, vomit... Just bring it on. Show no mercy.
A few limits, though: No mutilation, scat, under age, or family.
The practicalities
I prefer PMs, first person, present tense. A paragraph or a few per post, depending on the situation and frequenzy. Creativity and quality is better then length. If you are in Europe, it is a big bonus because of time zones.
Interested? Send me a PM and we can start making plans![/size]