yours4thehurting:hisbelleslave:I’ve had a hard time letting go of what I thought was freed
yours4thehurting: hisbelleslave: I’ve had a hard time letting go of what I thought was freedom. I had become so independent that giving up opinions and thoughts was difficult. Spreading open my three holes is easy. I’m a slut by nature. Getting used like the whore I am is my purpose. But listening, being a dumb slut outside of sex wasn’t as easy a lesson to learn. I’m discovering that I’m at my happiest being nothing but the dumb slut I was born to be. Having no opinion, no thoughts and just listening to his word is peace. It’s freedom. Worrying about nothing except keeping him happy is my happiness. Only thinking about how to please his cock is easy. Spreading my ass and cunt to get used as he sees fit or swallowing his cum after being gagged by his cock is euphoria. I am a cumdump. I enjoy it. I like being beaten, it makes me mindless in that moment. It reminds me I’m his for whatever he wants. My freedom is allowing him to control me however he wants. At the end of the day my only worry is how to get the cum I crave because he takes care of everything else. My three holes are who I am. What pleases him. My freedom is getting used for the dumb slut, cumdump, whore I am. It’s easier to take a beating or have my three holes used than putting on a false image of being a strong independent women. Women were born to serve men. We are born weaker, submissive. Freedom is being the weak, subservient whore. This is best thing ever. It’s what I crave, even though I struggle with turning off my independent brain. I see this as Happiness. Maybe one day it will find me. -- source link