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Bad Bitch Belle's Human Ashtray

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I love smoking. Sure, it’s not good for you, and when pussies walk by, they gag from the smell, but you aren’t a pussy, are you? No, you are my little human ashtray. I’m so hot, and you are nothing but property, a butt receptacle. Crawl over here and open that disgusting mouth of yours.

When you waddle over between my long, slender legs, I laugh at how your pot belly sits on your thighs. I can’t even see your tiny little hardon even though you’re naked. Say, “Ahhh,” you dirty bitch.

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He dared me to wrestle her.  I love girl wrestling so much!  She was huge compared to me!  5’11” and nearly 200 pounds!  I’m only 5’1” and 108 pounds!  But that’s sort of the point to jiu-jitsu.  She had no clue that wrestling leads to strap on fucking around here after hours.

She’d been coming to jiu-jitsu classes for over a month now.  She wouldn’t roll with me because I’m half her size.  She’d just talk about how tiny and adorable I am and how she’d snap me in half if she rolled with me.

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You’re an ugly, fat, porn-addicted lil dick loser. I hate you, and you should hate yourself. You are just a worthless piece of scummy waste. No one loves you, and no one ever will. There’s no hope for you. Think about it!

 All you think about is jerking your lil dick off to girls (and guys) that you know are better than you. This means any and everyone is who you’ll be pumping it to because every single person who is breathing is better than you. I fucking hate you, pencil-dick loser! Continue reading “Hate Yourself – A Blog By An Idiot” →

Service Myself

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I’m here to service myself. I like getting off, but none of you boys can ever do it right. Honestly, it’s frustrating as hell, so I’m taking matters into my own hands.

The next person who calls me is getting tied up in my living room. Hands above your head, feet forced apart by a spreader bar, and a lot of shibari work to build a harness with a loop on each side in case I need to flip you or fasten you to a cable from the ceiling. I’m genuinely really excited to make you into a sex toy. I think I’ll even assemble a pulley system to easily hoist you up to the ceiling when I’m not using you.

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Tami and the Witch

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Tami had been locked away in Miss Anna’s nursery, being taken care of, diapered, and hooked up to the IV. Mommy Anna was making sure that Tami was becoming more regressed by the day, and increasing Tami’s level of submission. She would dress and change Tami every morning, then feed her baby around brunch time while in the rocking chair, then change her baby again. Afternoon time was always play time with snacks and mommy Anna would put Tami in the playpen full of naughty toys and make Tami a special cocktail to put her into a Jello-like submissive state so she could play with her all afternoon until dinner time rolled around.

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What Will I Find In Your Diaper

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Babies are notorious for exploring their little bodies as they grow. I remember the first time my baby boy found his toes. He was just the cutest, laying there with his legs in the air as I changed his diaper, and he grabbed ahold of his foot with such curiosity on his face. “What IS this thing?” I remember teasing him as he put it in his mouth to taste his own toes. “What did you find?” I would coo at him and shake his tiny ankle.

Again, later on, the same thing happened with his hands and then, of course, his penis. Little boys find that thing, and nothing matters for the rest of their lives. Constantly fondling it, tugging on it, and trying to find ways to indulge it. But that isn’t where their exploration stops.

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I bet you’ve all figured out by now that deep down inside I’m just a naughty anal whore.  There’s something about the feel of a cock sliding into my ass that gets me dripping wet.  I do these exercises to keep my asshole as tight as can be.  So, every time I take a cock back there it hurts just a little at first.  I am addicted to that feeling.  When the head of your cock breaches my tight ring of muscles for the first time.  Making me breathe deep and slow until my muscles loosen and let you slide in more easily.

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Castration Preparation

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Trisha is a very special friend that I’ve started babysitting regularly. In fact, I’ve been over to her house so often that she’s started calling me Mommy. I think it is very sweet how she looks up to me and wants to be a girl just like me.

Every time I change her diaper, I’m reminded that we aren’t actually the same. Poor little Trisha has a little clitty button and useless balls packed into her diaper. As her new mommy, I’ve decided castrating sweet Trisha will make us both so much happier! So now, the castration preparation begins!

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My Personal Wallet

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Listen, it isn’t that difficult to understand why you’ve become my personal wallet. I’m hot, and you’re pathetic. We both know you couldn’t get my attention if you were broke, and the only thing that makes me smile is spending your money. Sure, I have my own, but why should I spend mine when I can spend yours?

Every time you see me, remind yourself that you exist just to pay my bills. To buy me coffee and spoil me.

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Kinky Boots

Posted 11 months ago by Ronnie

Kinky Boots

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Early this morning, I was walking through the back pasture. The sun was barely up, and the livestock lumbered through the morning dew. It should have been a stroll like the ones I take every morning, except something was different this time.

There was a car, the front half was wedged in a ditch, and there were no people around that I could. No footprints or signs of life. Just the unexplainable car and the same old heifers. Curious about how it got there, I rush forward to look in the windows. There was nothing noticeable in the vehicle except for a black, thigh-high pair of boots on the back seat.

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