All these things would be enough to destroy your life, but then your bullies tell you that you don't remember all of it. That all the drugs and alcohol they made you drink last night helped them shoot so many dehumanizing things. Maybe things won't be good again, maybe this is your life now....

And what if your parents saw the video where you were forced to beg them to let you drop out of school, because you'd become a internet star - Just while your head was pushed into a dirty urinal, one person pissing over your head to drown half of your words.

Maybe the person you went on a third date with just yesterday saw how you got all those degrading words tattooed on your body. "Loser" on one of your arms to force you to wear long-sleeves even in summer, "Urinal" behind your lip and "punch here", right over your crotch area.

Because how could everything be good, when some of those bullies already clicked post on the videos they filmed? Maybe your friends already clicked on the post labelled "loser is forced to smoke their first cigarette, before it is put out on them", maybe your siblings already saw you swallow piss.

Not that you'd see them with your tear filled eyes (that's definitely the only reason, not the mix of spit, cum and piss that rained down on you while someone held your eyes forced open), but just the acknowledging of them being there would destroy the last shred of hope you still have.

What a stupid thing to mumble to yourself while you kneel on a dirty bathroom floor with a suspiciously yellow puddle underneath you. You can't even force yourself to look up, where you'd see a group of laughing bullies gathered around you, all holding their phones at you and filming.

"Everything will be good!", a naive lie you'd keep saying to yourself in dire situations. When you'd least believe it yourself, you kept clinging on it to give yourself hope. Until the lie became reality and everything was good again. So everything will be good this time too!

Your bullies can't destroy your life forever, wait they really can't!? Right?... Right?

CW: non-con, bullying, piss, human ashtray, permanent marking, bad-end, forced intoxication

The best part about having roomates? There's always a chance that they stumble upon you being a silly sub, wearing your cage or collar. The best part about living alone? No one can hear you when someone breaks in looking for valuables, but instead just finds you....

Sometimes in ad breaks she calls her friends, while I'm kneeling in front of her with my legs spread. She loves to push the cigarette onto my balls and to keep it there especially long to torture me. Should her friends even hear one sound and ask what it is, I get punished....

The only attention my caged dick gets is when she puts her cigarette out on it, because she loves my pained cries and my pathetic pleading for her to stop. She doesn't like to get up between her show, so when she needs to pee she uses my mouth that's always ready with a ringag connected to it.

Rich woman who's so old that she could be my mom, using me as her naked footrest, while she's fully clothed and watching her favorite TV show. She barely acknowledges my existence until she has a use for me. Like when she pulls me to her on my collar to blow cigarette smoke into my face.

Basements are the kind of accommodation I badly need rn. Being naked with just a tight neck collar aswell as hand and leg cuffs on. All of them are connected to the wall for minimal freedom. Headphones over my ears that play hardcore porn noises with secret hypnotization commands sneaked in.

Suffering for someone else is such a nice feeling. When you don't have control over the situation but just have to endure for them. While you let your thoughts get drowned out by the pain. Just bliss and pain, but you're always save. Because they think for you and decide when it ends...

Being forced into a bitchsuit and being walked outside in a forest at night on a leash and a shock collar, while being forced to only communicate with barking or being shocked, would fix me ngl.

Being half passed out as they piss down my throat and film it, so they have something to show me when I'm sober again.

Being drunk is always much less fun when there's no one around to take advantage of your helpless state. Like someone could slam me down on my bed and ram their cock into my holes. They wouldn't even need to tie me up as I'd be barely able to struggle anyways.

Trying out kinks means realizing that it's not just nice for kink reasons to be tied up, collared, caged, but that it's also just a nice and comfortable feeling over all.

Suffering for someone else is such a nice feeling. When you don't have control over the situation but just have to endure for them. While you let your thoughts get drowned out by the pain. Just bliss and pain, but you're always save. Because they think for you and decide when it ends...

Having thoughts is so exhausting. All those things to do, all those worries about things I SHOULD have done but didn't yet. I need someone to rip me out of life. Drag me into your van and drug me, make me wake up at a unfamiliar place to give me a new life.

But maybe they didn't even hypnotize you at all, I mean can you remember that they did? You'll just remember the talk before, how you told them how far they could go. Everything else will stay blank as they took control over a tiny bit of your brain. Or did they take control over more than allowed?

Every odd thing you do will make your mind wonder wheter it was just a silly thing your brain came up with or the trigger they hid inside it. Every embarrassing thing you do, will feel like you were sabotaged by the trigger.

Hypnotization is such a interesting form of control. Allowing a person to put a trigger into your mind, without them ever telling you what it does. Some day they will use it and you might not even realize that they did.

After being covered with cum, spit and piss, you're reeking too much to be allowed a place inside. Luckily it's a warm, sunny place and so you can sleep outside with just a dog collar on and a big chain preventing you from leaving. Not that you could anyways as your friends have all your things.

If you're lucky or not so lucky (depends on your view), they'll let you cool off in the pool too, with dunking your head repeatedly into the water, while one of them rapes your ass one the pool terrace.

It's also where you're staying when they go to the beach, they can't really use you in public after all. But don't worry, the vacation house is huge and with a pool, so there's plenty of days where they just stay home and use you all day, between cooling off in the pool.

Planning a vacation with your friends, but they all really just let you come with them because you're just a pathetic toy for them. So you're not getting your own room or bed in the holiday house. Luckily the owners are dog friendly and left a cage in there, where you can sleep in.

Soon they ask me wheter I would like to lick all of their feet, wheter I'd love it if all of them peg me, use me as ashtray and urinal. And all I can do is say yes, because I know if I say no even once, the punishment - whatever it will be - will be worse...

Sadistic mistress who didn't tell her friends that she ordered me beforehand to say yes to every question or order they might direct towards me. After a few harmless questions like:"Do you really enjoy being a slave?" "haha you DO enjoy kneeling naked in front of all of us?", they quickly get bolder

A tube in my mouth that regular forces me to hydrate with unpleasant and suspiciously bitter tasting substances flooding my mouth. Another tube connected to my dick and on the other side a shower head over my head, forcing me to take a unpleasant shower every time I have to pee.