hypsan: “I have just realised Sir, that I will never get married, I will never have a relation
hypsan: “I have just realised Sir, that I will never get married, I will never have a relationship. I am an object. I am for sex, not affection. No friends. No family. No lovers. I am a fuckpuppet. I am not even human am I Sir?” She asked me, almost hopefully. “The thing is that you are human @hisfuckpuppet. You will always technically be a woman. But you are broken. You want to be treated as if you were not. Do you realise how utterly messed up that is fuckpuppet? Better women then you have been striving and fighting for decades to take their rightful place at the table. They still are. I respect women and would always support them in their drive for equality. But what are you doing with your life? Begging a man you met 2 months ago to dehumanise you. To take away your rights. To objectify you and treat you like a sextoy. I am going to do that to you fuckpuppet. I am going to enjoy making you sluttier and sluttier, and more and more obedient until you are nothing but an empty shell. A fuckpuppet. It is just embarrassing for all woman that you are going to thank me for it.” I explained. She responded, clearly aroused by my words and stammering a little as a result, “Y-y-yes Sir. Oh god. You are right Sir, I am broken. It is fucked up and I am a traitor to all the women that have marched and fought and still fight for equality and respect.” She mewled before continuing, “I try to rationalise this humiliating need on the basis that if I beg you to make me inhuman, I will not feel shame for all the intelligent, powerful, beautiful women who have fought for me. But, oh god, But you won’t… I know you will never make me forget that I was a real woman once, that I was like them and betrayed them with my slutty begging to be turned into a cocksleeve… A fuckpuppet… Oh god…I am an embarrassment to all women… They should hate me and degrade me for it… I deserve it… Oh god… T-t-t-thank you for doing this to me. Thank you for turning me into a fuckpuppet Sir, like I should be, like I deserve to be… I am your grateful toy, thank you for helping turn me into a sextoy Sir” I do so love being thanked by the girl whose life I am destroying, even when at her own request, and the urge to fuck her in that moment was intense. But I needed to reiterate the thought so that she understood this wasn’t a throw away comment. “I won’t let you hide behind being an object, fuckpuppet. You are bright and capable and could have made a positive contribution to the world. But instead, you are going to spend the rest of your days as a cocksleeve” She melted into a puddle of moans and arousal at that point, and I couldn’t resist taking what was mine any longer. I turned her around, bent her over, flipped up the little skirt she was wearing and entered her. As I thrust into her soaking wet pussy she began reciting a mantra I haven’t given her between her moans “I choose to be a fuckpuppet, I choose to be a fuckpuppet…” Devotional Training. -- source link