For Safety.

I love this idea so much. You can have your own shadow of a life with a perfectly fine man, but the remnants of my ownership of you are enough to leave you constantly wondering and hoping. You wake up sweating and soaked in the middle of the night dreaming about me. You almost see my face in the crowd and you think about me for days. Your husband tries hard for you, as hard as he can, but he cannot quite reach the places that I took possession of inside of you. Your new life is a mask, sitting ill-fittingly over the broken part of you that is mine forever, like your ring sitting crookedly on the finger that will never again be what it was supposed to be. You pretend to be happy for his sake, but your smiles never quite reach the eyes I looked into as I bred you on your wedding night. The times when I do hunt you down and take you anew, it’s like time has frozen still and it’s the first time all over. Your gasps as I bite your neck, your breasts and your thighs, brazenly marking you for him to see and envy, a living breathing emblem of his unworthiness and your undying devotion to your rapist. As you beg for orgasm, my fingers deep inside of you and my cock in your ass, I force you to tell me over and over again who you belong to. I hope you were planning on another baby “with him”, because you’re not leaving here until we both know on a metaphysical level that even your womb has submitted to my whims.

I had no idea you liked being slapped on the face, I’ll make sure to do lots of that. 2 extra cheeks to mark as my property. I want your entire body to be sore from what I’ve done to you, so that no matter what you try to do, you can’t shake the memory or the aftereffects of me. You can’t sit down because your ass is raw from my spankings, I am your only comfort in this life. You cannot smile because your cheeks are bruised and your throat sore from having my cock shoved down it. I am your only happiness. You can’t raise your arms to put food in your mouth because they still have rope burn from being tied down, I am your only sustenance. The only respite you have left is your mind, but you discover that even praying won’t help, because now, I am your God.

oh darling, you must be new here. i want you to give me the best orgasms of my life against my will; you are the only man capable of giving me such pleasure. i want to finally start to date after the trauma and find a bad boy i know i shouldn't like. i want you to follow me home from a date with him where he tells me he loves me, tie me to a chair and make me watch him fucking all these other women. watch me as my heart breaks before you break my ribs; you are the only man capable of protecting my heart. years go by and i don't hear from you. i start to believe you really are gone, moved on to your next play thing. a mutual friend introduces me to a good man, a kind man, a boring man, but a safe man. he asks my dad for his permission to marry me. you break in that night and breed me before breaking my ring finger; you are the only man who i commit my life to. by some miracle i don't conceive your child but the knuckles of my ring finger are forever swollen and mauled. it heals and the ring is resized to fit over them. the day comes and vows are exchanged. that night my husband is tied to the cuck chair in our honeymoon suite and made to watch as i cum all over your cock for hours on end; you are the only man and anyone else is second. a year later, nobody in our family knows why the baby we hold bears no resemblance to its father, but we do. five years later, my husband catches me looking at my ring as my other hand rests upon my chest. what he doesn't know is i'm not looking at the ring, i'm fantasizing about the man who broke the finger beneath the ring, and the ribs beneath my other hand; you are the only man i desire.

i need an anon name for you

I swear to god I will stop this car, rip that dress off you and fuck you raw on the side of the road.

girls who were raised to not talk to strangers who are now rubbing their clit frantically to perverts in their dms >>>

You’re not like other girls. You’re dumber. You’re more obedient.

Reblog if you'll PUBLICLY answer anything in your ask right now.

Im game

Bitches are just girls who haven’t been denied, spanked, bruised, bitten or edged enough to be good girls yet.

Before you decide you want to inquire with me, just know I am a bitch. 🎀

Çıkarmama izin verme, içine boşalt.

Shoutout to sluts who get dripping wet when they’re about to be raped, and to wives who touch themselves watching their husbands rape the help.

Master makes sure the new live in maid is properly broken in. He leaves the home surveillance cameras on so his wife can watch later.

Girls whose bodies betray them so savagely and completely that violently raping them is indistinguishable from consensual sex with normal girls >>>

being caught while im being raped, and they just think we're a couple that got too caught up in the moment, not that im being violated against my will. cum inside me the moment they see us. i want strangers to witness the moment you raped a baby into me.