[M4f] Abuse and humiliation

The first mistake people make is thinking you’re a person. I’m sure you act like one in public, and do a good enough job most people fall for it. But we both know the truth. The second you’re alone again you're right back here, fingers buried in your sloppy cunt, scrolling through the most vile, misogynistic shit you can find, edging yourself stupid to and groveling like the mindless fuckpig you really are. 

You can fight it all you want. I know you keep telling yourself this is the last time, and I know you really do mean it. But as soon as you relapse, it feels like coming home, doesn’t it? That sick rush when you’re on your knees again, drooling, apologizing for existing, begging to be hurt worse than last time. Your safe space, reduced to a pair of udders and a set of holes.

Do you have panic attacks that leave you a crumpled, quivering mess? Do you cry easily when a man raises his voice, then secretly rub yourself raw to it later? Do you let people walk all over you, take advantage of you? Good. That’s exactly what I want to exploit.

Or maybe you’re not like that at all. Maybe you’re a strong, confident woman. An outspoken feminist, an advocate for women’s rights, a real role-model for the next generation. Someone others look up to. Come confess to me what’s really going on behind that facade. Everyone needs a place to be seen for who they really are, after all.

Do you hate how wet and weak you get when you’re put in your place and  made to feel like an inferior piece of meat? That filthy fucking mess you make between your legs doesn’t lie. Your body knows exactly what you are and what you’re made for even if your brain doesn’t want to admit it.  Deep down you’re nothing but a self-lubricating fleshlight, born to crawl on all fours and be stamped on, repeatedly, until you stop fucking squirming and your mind and body break.

I want to crawl inside that fried little mess of a brain and dig. I want every trigger, every secret you’re terrified to admit, every thought that would make your therapist cry. I want to find the exact words that make you fold instantly, the ones that turn you into a blubbering mess who can’t stop humping the air while she sobs “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m just trash.”

Looking for discussion, not roleplay. Bonus points if you’re in a relationship or otherwise shouldn’t even be here. And please try to make an effort introducing yourself.