Don’t take this personally, but I’m not talking to you for your looks. I’m not really interested in your body or fucking it. Yes, I am into degrading women, and yes, it is degrading to be seen as a fucktoy that gets fucked hard without any consideration for her opinions. But I’m past that. If fucking is what I want, I would fuck a normal girl that I’d meet in real life. There’s no need to go online and advertise myself as a sexual deviant. And if I wanted to fuck a woman like she’s a fucktoy I could just as well hire a prostitute and tell her to grit it out while I go to town with her.

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I am quite beyond that stuff. I don’t want to fuck. I want to masturbate. To famous hot women who dangle their tits on camera to make money off my attention. Other than the voyeurism, to extreme porn. Porn that shocks me. Porn that pokes at my conscience. Porn that denies me the label of a decent soul. It guts me. And it gets me off.

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And almost all of that porn has to do with a woman being degraded. It could be something quite simple like a respectable high value woman getting her boob groped, reminding her that sometimes she is just her breasts. The look of indignation on her face makes for great porn.

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However, there is a lot more extremeness down that rabbithole. And I get off to most of it. Slavery, abuse, dehumanisation. You get the gist.

Given this context, it is to be inferred that I am not necessarily excited about sticking my penis in your vagina. What I want to fuck is your dignity.

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Your purpose, then, becomes to enhance my experience of masturbation.

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You can be a masturbatory aid. Use your mouth, tongue, face, tits, pussy and ass to get me off to my favourite porn even harder. Suck me off to Monica Bellucci. Make me cum to her. Swallow my tribute to her.

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We don’t need to pretend that you matter. You don’t have to. You can hide under the table. You don’t need to be seen. Just open your throat to penis. Read my groans and grunts. Go slow when I need to slow down. Try to deepthroat when I’m cumming. For the most part, rhythmically jerk me off to the women that actually matter.

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If that makes your stomach turn, you’re not wrong. It is indeed dehumanising to be an invisible, merely functional accessory in a sexual act. It is intensely humiliating to accept that the man you are intimately serving reserves his lust for other women - for you he has disregard and disrespect. Most women would vehemently refuse such an interaction. You should, too.

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But this post is for the woman who wants that anyway. The more unfair it is, the more humiliating and diminishing it is, the more she is turned on. This is rather important because this is what makes it different from just hiring a prostitute and abusing her. The experience is truly made when the woman wants it and is there completely out of her own need to be humiliated. It is even better when she is an outspoken feminist irl.

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The woman who wants that knows who she is. You have imagined yourself naked in a collar, crawling at the heels of a clothed man. You have imagined being a footstool for him while he enjoys a drink. You have imagined stripping away all your worth because it is numbing and therapeutic at the same time. If you didn't think of these before before, you have now, and you like it.

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Aftercare is essential. I prefer holding and being held. You can propose other forms of care.

Be adult. Be female. Be clear in consent.