Is it only walking under a ladder that is bad luck?
Holy Shelf of False Gods to worship… The False Prophet - The dildo Gods.
This exemplifies the best kind of submission. Control is established when sexual gratification melts the will of the subject. Extreme pleasure overrides higher thinking the slut’s true form is revealed. She is an animal whose only purpose is to have control ripped from her time and time again, always replaced by a hard cock and an even harder beating.
She becomes primitive and you become her God. She offers obedience, complete in degradation and subjugation, in return for pleasure that her feral mind can barely comprehend.
Goddess, I wish a man was here to do this to me. Just throw me over a table, stick his cock in my cunt, and pound away. Meanwhile my feet are scrabbling for purchase on the floor, my breasts are grinding into the table, and I can barely breathe where he has grabbed me around the throat. He pulls back my hair with one solid fist and I scream, cry, and break, pleading for the pain to stop.
He doesn’t care. He’s just using me as a fuck hole, one worthless rape doll like millions of others. Who would care about a mindless object?
He comes inside of me and pulls out, standing a bit taller as he begins to piss on my torn dress. He covers me in pee and then spits on me in final humiliation while I cry and curl up from the pain.