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I want a tongue piercing soooo bad but I won’t be able to oral for a while 😓 (i’m a complete virgin)
It would be fun to brand you with piercings just to remind you at all times that you are owned, and that there is no part of your body that I don't claim as my property.
Every time you open your mouth I want to be reminded that you willingly undertook pain just at the prospect that it might give Daddy slightly more pleasure.
More than that, I want every Man who sees you to know that you aren't someone to take seriously -- you're just a stupid slutty cockslurping whore for Men.
There's my good little slavegirl for The Patriarchy.
😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🦹🏻♂️ The Bad Guy 🖤
Your tongue pierced with Daddy’s metal, and my collar locked around your neck, there’s no escaping it — you’re just a wet set of drooly holes for me to use in perpetuity.
(If you’re too much of a dummy to understand what “perpetuity” is, it means “forever.”)
Confession: I used to think it was shameful for someone to modify their body to enhance their attractiveness or the attention they would receive.
Truthfully, I still do — it’s my perception on shame that has changed.
People are afraid of shame. They are afraid of being perceived as lesser, and that fear is a powerful motivator preventing many from realizing their greatest fantasies.
But not you. You thrive off of being lesser — of turning yourself into a public spectacle. You upgraded your tits to capture as much male attention as possible. You upgraded your lips to make them into perfect cock pillows. You upgraded your tongue so that you could use the metal stud to tease cock as you swallow it down.
In short: you’ve designed yourself to be an obvious fuckdoll, overtly advertising to Men that they can talk down to you, degrade you, and treat you in the most shameful ways.
Most girls would be devastated to be treated as little more than property or a sexual toy, but not you — you play into it with your tight little slutty outfits and your obscene body modifications. You thrive on it.
It’s shameful… it’s wrong… your friends tell you that you’re “ruining your life forever,” and yet you can’t help yourself but to take it further and further. It almost excites you even more to feel as if these changes will ruin you forever, because it’s a point of pride to know you are showing off the extreme lengths you will go in your dedicated quest to serving cock.
You gravitate toward shame like a moth to the flame, attracted toward your own downfall and finding it too hot to resist. It started small, but with each flapping of the butterfly’s wings the reverberations carry further and further across the world, until there’s no more hiding who you really are amongst the storm of whispers.
Living a shame-free life is for the girls who live in perpetual fear of the judgment of others. It’s the psychological armor of the repressed. It’s not for you; you flourish in shame like it’s the soil that keeps the rose grounded.
So let the shame of your own self-destruction make you drippy and weak. Pursue it like the addiction it is and show me the depths of depravity you are willing to succumb to in pursuit of your commitment to cock.
In the end, I’m inspired by it. Because I know you’re doing it all to be a good girl for me.
And Daddy is proud of his shameful little slut.
