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The Piss Bucket

So today I want to highlight a piece of humiliation equipment I feel may be overlooked – the humble piss bucket. And no, I’m not using your cute nick name, I’m talking about a physical bucket.  Plastic buckets are super cheap and yet can be so fun (you’ve probably got one or two lurking in a cabinet right now) and usually you can get one for a buck or less. Using it is so simple too! Position yourself over (I suggest hovering over it unless you want to risk getting stuck), do your business, empty it into the toilet or over yourself, and finally rinse if desired. Plus when you’re not using it to pee in it makes a great head covering. Not convinced it’s for you? Let’s take a look at some of the benefits!

Reinforces Your Inferiority – Do you really deserve to use a toilet like a real person? I mean really think about it… It’s okay, you can still look at the porcelain throne while you use your bucket.

Stepping Stone/Alternative to Outdoor Peeing – Are you a petgirl in training? Maybe you just like the humiliation/exhibition of it, but if you’re unable to or not sure about doing your business outdoors this is a good way to get an idea of what it’s like. Get used to the postures and feeling before you try the real thing.

Work On Your Aim – Are you trying to hit a target? Could be a bowl, a designated spot, someone’s mouth, etc. A bucket can add an overflow space or if you choose a shallower but wider bucket can help you get used to your natural tendencies.

It’s Natural – Pop a squat like nature intended! This puts your body in optimal biological position to do your business.

Work on your Endurance – Especially if you have a shy bladder, get some full held squats into your day just by making this minor adjustment. Plus if you do make the transition outside, help make sure you don’t fall ass first into the mud.

The Obvious! – Now you have a suitable vessel to use for solo water sports! No risk of overflowing like with cups or bowls! Pour it on your head over the toilet or your whole body in the shower. Turn yourself into a literal piss mop and dunk your full head of hair in it. Have fun!

Portable and Convenient – Literally designed to be picked up and taken places so you can use it anywhere! And Clean up is a breeze, simply dump and rinse the bucket, you can do a full soapy clean on the regular for long term maintenance

Easily Explained – Have fun with your kink in a discrete way, possibly even as an alternative to a litter box if you don’t have pets. Bucket in the bathroom? Oh, they use it to clean with. Damp bucket in the bathroom, someone just did some mopping. Now, bucket with piss, you’re on your own, empty after use if you share a space or are expecting company.

Cock whore this, dirty slut that.

No sir. You don’t understand.

When I tell men I want to be treated like a whore I don’t mean cute leashes and crawling to you all sexy. Treat me like a runaway teen who ask if you want a fuck for twenty bucks outside a truck stop. Imagine that I’m so desperate I’ll let you do anything to me.

Bend me over in your back seat and don’t tell me you’re going to fuck me raw and pump your cum into me. Make me get naked. Make me spread my holes. Use me in ways you have only ever thought of, dreamed of, things you would be ashamed to do to your girlfriend or wife. Tell me they’d never let someone treat them like you’re about treat me, because they have self respect, because their lives have meaning.

Punch my tits, slap my face, kick my cunt, make me cry out in pain and then shut me up by fucking my face until I can’t breath. Make me crawl on the filthy floor as you piss on me, make me chase the stream and cut up my knees trying to catch it in my mouth and when I don’t get enough of it make me lick it off the floor while you rape my ass. Pull out only to run the length through my folds, against my clit, tell me I’m a sick bitch for having a wet pussy and then go back and forth between fucking both holes and tell me to oink like a pig or moo like a cow depending on which one you’re using. Slap the back of my head each time I get it mixed up. Make me suck you clean every time you dump a fresh load inside of me and then scoop up the drippings and rub it on my face.

Tell me constantly that I’m a worthless piece of shit, that I’m going to pay you for every load of hot cum you waste inside of me.

Make me suck on your balls while you rub your cock on my face and talk about how no one would notice if I never came back. Make me beg for my life while I bounce on your cock and tell me it depends on whether I can make you cum, then start counting and don’t tell me what you’re counting up to. Make love to my abused cunt with your hand around my throat and your lips to my ear as you moan over and over again, “I’m going to fucking kill you, I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Make me masturbate while dunking my head in the toilet and when I cum grudgingly admit that at the very least it’s funny to watch me being such a stupid fucking whore.

When you’re done with me spit on my body and leave me on the floor, exhausted and covered in fluids. Take a picture and text it to me with a heart before you leave. Let me know our first date was just ok and I’m going to have to try harder if I want you to keep fucking me.

…when I tell you I want men to use me, I mean this.

is cheating really hot?

in real life? ew, no 100% not. if you mean cuckqueaning or cuckolding, absolutely. it's consensual and wanted by all parties, and more importantly, humiliating. what can be more embarrassing than knowing that you aren't enough for your partner? that they have to seek help from strangers, or even your friends because they're simply that much better than you in bed.

in this case the "cheating" is mainly to humiliate you, and if that's something you're into, you'll find cuckqueaning or cuckolding hot.

(also pls just dm me, I've only ever reblogged stuff so getting an ask is so unexpected 😭)

Is it bad that I want to buy a pet training clicker and force a girl to associate the sound with feelings of her body being violated by me?

I’d click it the first time I take her. I’d want her to remember the first time my hands grope and fondle her lewd body. I’d want her to remember the fear and helplessness. The anger at being unable to do a thing as I take away her dignity for my cock’s twisted pleasure. I’d grind against her ass, roughly playing with her body while she sobs. Good bitches take a while to train.

Click.

I’d train her to get on all fours whenever I use her. If she’s a good girl for her owner, she’ll be rewarded with my cock buried in her cunt and a vibrator against her clit. If she’s a bratty fucking whore, she’ll have to deal with the pain of my dick pushing into her asshole. It doesn’t really matter, does it? After all, my dick’s going to be drained one way or another. She’d remember nothing but the way my violent shaft dehumanised her thrust by thrust in a dark, miserable room. And fuck, the way she’d fucking squeal like a dumb little whore would make me violate her more brutally. It’d be music to my ears. Music I’d want her to remember.

Click.

She’ll spread her holes for me or face punishment. A diet of cum or an abusive beating. Shit, I’d love to watch her face twist in self-disgust when she offers no protest as I mount her. If she’d ever stop screaming, the room would be filled with the sounds of my balls slapping against her, broken up with the ickiest degradation I can conjure up. The sounds of her worst nightmare.

Click.

I’d need her in a collar and leash eventually. A bitch in heat should never be without her leash. I’d drag her across the floor if I must, but if she dared speak to me like a human, she’d get exactly what she deserved. A foot to the face and a cock in her ass. I’d rape that bitchy attitude out of my bitch, filling her luscious ass with piss, and pumping my babies into her womb. I don’t think anything would fill me with more lust than watching her hate-filled eyes on mine as she crawls across the room with my babies hanging in her womb.

Click, click, click.

Bark for me, bitch.

10 Ways To Surrender

I need to find a man to impose these rules on me. We tell you to surrender. Sometimes directly, sometimes in subtle ways. You wonder what it really means. How do you let Men win. How do you truly surrender. After all, you’re so tired of resisting. So tired of fighting.Here’s how.

Surrender your own style. Your style is ‘sexy.’ Not goth, or punk, or chic, or professional. Hot. Show off your body. Wear makeup. You have no style or fashion sense, just parts to expose and reveal.

Surrender your opinion. This can feel optional. It isn’t. If a man says something you think is wrong, agree with it. If a man says something you think is right, agree as well. Agreement doesn’t have to be enthusiastic, just permanent. Nod your head whenever Men speak.

Surrender your will. Do as you’re told. Get coffee, suck cock, make copies, leave the room, kneel, put on a collar, slap yourself in the face. Whatever it is, do it instantly. If you can’t do it instantly, apologize. If you don’t know how to do something, admit you’re not smart enough and get help.

Surrender the word ‘No.’ Forget it. It doesn’t exist for you.

Surrender your pride. Never compete with a man and never feel proud of your accomplishments. You have value only in the pleasure you provide. Accept that you’re not good enough and you’re not pretty enough and you’re not smart.

Surrender your name. Do everyone know you as Jennifer or Rebecca or Mrs. Smith? Call yourself Jenni with an “i” or answer only to ‘bitch’ or ‘slut.’ Don’t give your full name and don’t answer to it. You have a silly stripper’s name, a child’s name. Don’t be taken seriously.

Surrender your ambition. Are you getting a degree? Quit. Are you up for a promotion? Stop trying. Are you looking for work? Look for a husband instead. The highest level you can hope to achieve is being a good girl.

Surrender your limits. Did you have hard limits on posting pics? Anal sex? BDSM? Do you always negotiate a safe word? You have no limits anymore. Surrender them. Let others decide if you need thresholds or boundaries. It’s not up to you.

Surrender your interests. No more reading books, no more reading magazines, no more learning about politics or ideas. Read texts, look at pictures. No more hobbies. Surrender the part of you that wants to learn and express yourself. No one cares what you think or what you can do. Give up.

Surrender your body. Does a man think you should have bigger tits? Pay to be plastic. A smaller waist? Diet and work out. Does he want piercings? Tattoos? Change for Him. He wants your pussy shaved? Shave it. It’s not your body anymore

feeling desperate and needy again, who wants to stick a vibrator in me and sit back and watch as i get drool, tears and cum all over myself?

as someone who loves solving puzzles and riddles, i desperately need to be fucked while I try to solve one, purely for research purposes :)

this. this is what I need.

I have this fantasy, Now I don’t really ever actually sleep around, I’m more of a personal whore type of person. Any person I’d be with would be possessive, overly possessive and I’d love it. But when we get married I’m legally his, all all his and nothing can take me away from him. On our wedding night we were supposed to go to a nice resort for our honeymoon, so I’m confused when you take me to a small dirty hotel, but I’d never question you there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, I trust you. So I follow you, going into the janky room, as you push me in, you tie my hands behind me, pushing me on the bed, id ask what your doing still very confused, before all of your groomsmen some of your best friends, come in. No one says anything to me it’s like I’m not even a person, just your legal property now. All of you start talking about how much of a whore I am, how they can’t wait to use my tight holes, id beg you to stop thinking this is a joke. Hands would be all over my body, pulling my big white dress off, ruining it, I’d cry and whine begging you to make it stop, you’d all mock and tease me, before violating my now bare skin and holes, you’d take turns filling me up, stretching me hot, choking me, slapping me, id be covered in cum, crying, my veil still on now stained with cum and tears, my makeup running down my face. My body bruised, id almost pass out from how mentally and physically exhausted I am. And when everyone starts to get ready to leave I finally think it’s over, that maybe you’d let me shower, and sleep peacefully but instead, you pull my arms up attaching them to the almost broken bed, spread my legs apart, and take pictures of my ruined body and holes. And as I’m passing out I hear you say that they can come by tomorrow to use me again, that you think I can be broken even more, that’s how you make a perfect wife.

God, I'd love to rape away that pretty, cute facade of yours. We can talk about cats and books all you want but you know I won't give a shit about that really.

No, what I want is your body.

I'm going to rape every fucking thought out of your head until you're nothing but a nasty, drooling little set of fuckholes. I'm going to call you kitten and collar you but your only thought will be of my cock stretching open your tiny asshole.

I'll use your fucking mouth to clean off my heavy balls, jerking my cock off while I spit heavy fucking drops of saliva onto your pretty, fuckdoll face. God, just thinking about what an obscene sight that'd be makes my cock throb. You'd just be a fucking toy for me at that point, you know? A set of holes designed for my pleasure.

And when I'm done spraying your pathetic face with my thick, creamy cum, I'll fucking slap you across the face, sending you to the floor. I'm going to fish your tongue out of your mouth and press it against the tip of my cock. Just so you can taste every fucking drop when I use your mouth like a urinal.

Would I even need to touch your cunt to make you cum?

- I'm sure you can guess who I am ;)

first of all, u need to take responsibility for the mess you've made in my panties now.

secondly, IM SENDING U MY ADDRESS YOU BETTER BE THERE IN THE MORNING... please be there 🥺 and darling, you never need to touch my cunt to make me cum, your words are more than enough.

mhm, so happy to have my own special writing from you, but you really shouldn't be anonymous; afterall I wasn't hiding myself in your asks, was i?

“My favourite student.” The teacher remarks with a touch of sarcasm. “…You asked me to stay after class?” Nervously fidgeting on the other side of the desk, the student stands at attention in the empty classroom. “This isn’t the first time you’ve fallen asleep in my class. You always seem so interested in the subject, but lately I can tell your mind is wandering.”

The girl nods sheepishly. He continues; “I just wanted to check in with you, see if there’s anything I can do to help.” She bites her lower lip. A long pause, punctuated by a shake of the head. What’s she thinking of… The teacher tries to read the mind of his student. He sits her down at his desk to finish the work she missed during her nap.

They work in silence together. Occasionally, he looks over at her. Mindful of his student’s wellbeing, he tries to think of other ways to help.

It’s so warm in here. The fans aren’t enough. Maybe if I was a little more lax on the dress code... He stares at her chest. Let her unbutton her shirt some more, or even take it off. A shorter skirt. She doesn't need panties. What if she didn’t wear a bra, either? I could call her up to the front of the class, let the breeze waft through her legs. I could see her pussy through her thigh gap. He catches himself, pushing his inappropriate thoughts out of his mind.

Maybe she’s just undisciplined. Perhaps I’ve been too soft on her. An old-school punishment might help… She gets up for a drink of water. The teacher watches her bum sway back and forth as she walks. A firm spanking. Turn her ass pink. Bend her over my desk and tell her how naughty she is for misbehaving. Have her pull her skirt up. Show everyone what happens to bad girls. Slap her asscheeks raw. Pull her panties down and force my fingers into her little cunt. Snapping back from his fantasy, he rubs his eyes as she sits down at his desk again.

Does she respect me? Authority is important. Can’t have some brat getting out of line. His eyes roam over her small, light body. I should put her in her place. Push my cock deep in her throat, face-fuck her. That would show her who’s in charge. Grab her pigtails and pull her onto my dick. Use her little pussy as my cum dump. If I fuck her whenever I want, however I want, that should keep her in line. She won’t be so proud once I break her pussy on my cock.

“Sir? I finished my work…” His eyes shoot up from her body to her face. She smiles meekly as she pushes the schoolwork across the desk. “I really hope I did good… I do like your class a lot, and I’m sorry for causing trouble.” The girl apologizes bashfully. “I really appreciate the extra attention…”

“Yes, ahem, uh… anything I can do to help my students…” The teacher desperately tries to collect his thoughts. “Anything?” She chirps. “Can I have some tutoring? My family is out of town for a bit, so I have lots of time… and I think something more in depth would help.”