bimbo urinals

these women have committed to becoming subhuman sex-dolls. they have had their bodies, and even their FACES – oh my god their faces – modified so that they can NEVER be mistaken for normal persons again.

everyone will assume they are the victims of extreme exploitation, or that they are incredibly stupid, or both. but i will not assume that.

i don’t know anything about the world of pornography and i’m sure that bad things happen in that world, but i believe i also know something that no one ever talks about: men don’t know, women who are not this way themselves don’t know, and the rest of us learn quickly to be very private about it. so what i know, the experiential knowledge that informs my understanding of these things, almost never seems to enter into the conversation.

what i know is that women can be just as purvy as men. and that there are probably as many female perverts as there are male perverts. and that a purvy girl like me might actually love to have something like this happen to her. she might just find the opportunity irresistibly compelling!

so from my perspective, it makes sense to take bimbo porn at face value: these women are perverts, and they have figured out how to make a career of their unconventional drives and fascinations. i may be naive on some level, but for whomever this happens to be true, and to whatever extent it is true, i say: yay! i think you are brave, and committed, and i envy you!

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and now here they are. modified. exaggerated. presented naked to the public. and used as if they were nothing more than toilets.

they are showing how far beneath normal human persons they have intentionally become. they are not low-level employees, they are not personal servants, they are not maids, they are not slaves, they are not even whores.

instead of using the bathroom, a man, any man, can simply use their MOUTHS to pee into.

you can see that they have modified their lips, so they do not have real faces anyway… so why just use these dehumanized faces for more than facefucking?

sure a man might enjoy putting his big penis into their exaggerated puffy-lipped mouths, but why not just pee into them too, just to mutually demonstrate the depths to which these sluts have fallen. it’s a perfect way to show everyone their subhuman status, because no real person would ever do what they are doing.

no person would ever willingly drink a person’s pee right out of their urinating penis, taking the fresh warm smelly pee and swallowing it right in front of a crowd of onlookers!

anyone who would willingly do such a thing doesn’t deserve to be thought of as a human being. they have breached the most basic of social contracts. they are not human anymore: they have modified themselves into something else entirely.

they are filth. and they are committed to it! they have gone under the knife in pursuit of willfully losing their human status, in pursuit of being objectified. and they have become objectified: literally made into objects.

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why is this so exciting to me? i don’t know, but it is!

i have just recently discovered this genre of pornography, and i can’t stop looking, i can’t stop doing what the kids call “gooning” over these disturbing photographs. and i never liked photos much at all… if you know me you know my vast preference for comics, drawings and paintings.

but these bimbo urinals are wildly sexy: they are brave, reckless, perverse, and utterly amazing!

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so here you are, you can never again walk down the street, go grocery shopping, stop at the bank, have a taco at a taco stand without everyone staring at you, knowing that you fuck strangers for a living. you cannot walk across the street without causing a scandal, you cannot turn your head without facing the judgmental stares of your unwilling audience, most of whom will be disgusted and angry at the fact that you even exist.

shame and humiliation would already be a constant in your life, but now… now you have been pigeonholed in your career as not merely a bimbo, but as a bimbo pissmop!

now even the people you work with don’t respect you… they can’t respect you. you drink their piss. you drink their piss on camera, hoping along with your producers that as many people see you’re modified, fuckable face being used as a urinal… as many people as possible!

your dearest hope is to get as much attention as possible: negative attention.

the more people witness your utter degradation, the more people see how disturbingly filthy you are… the more money you make. your humiliation and degradation is what pays your bills, pays your rent, pays your daughter’s medical insurance.

or does your producer make all the money? do you see any returns at all? or have you become more like cattle, more of an asset for a sex industry magnate to own, to rent, to sell?

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i have no idea how it all works. i imagine everyone’s story is different. i imagine some of these women are pushed into this line of work, which is of course horrifying.

but some might be like me…? some might be inclined to enjoy this sort of thing. i wonder? does the piss-drinking bimbo get excited by her depravity and degradation? does she cum sometimes, when the rude men fuck her? does she masturbate, at night, by herself, thinking about what a disgusting skanky slut she has become?

i hope so. i believe so. i believe she is a lot like me in terms of her sexual proclivities… only she is fully committed.

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gosh, i wonder if there are videos of people just shaming a bimbo, just saying things to make her feel bad about her choices, to make her cry?

gosh, i would like to see something like that. i know it is unethical, but i would really like to see a bimbo, with her crazy collagen lips and silicon breasts and everything, one who has made choices to get to where she is and is not purely a victim of circumstance…

i would like to see her shamed until she cries.

and then spanked.

spanked hard, like a bad little girl. nothing fancy, just an over-the-knee spanking, but HARD.

spanked hard by “Daddy” while she’s crying real tears of shame, shame and regret for the disgusting slut she’s become, for the terrible, loathsome choices she has made.

and then i’d like to see her pudenda delicately fingered.

skillfully fingered, by the same hand that spanked her.

i’d like to see the excitement rise within her, tender sobs of confusing, mixed emotions taking hold of her physically, all her feelings of shame and powerlessness inextricably linked with the immediate, undeniably sexual response she is having right now, her response to being unveiled in this way, unveiled as a person, exposed as a real person with real regrets and shame and insecurity, not some empty-headed sexbot but a real human, a human being who has somehow made this choice to degrade herself on purpose, has committed to this wildly masochistic lifestyle for complex reasons, reasons she must be intimately familiar with, must be on everyday terms with, even if she has never tried to put them into words.

what are her reasons? only she would know. partly for the money of course, that’s a given, but also partly because she finds it all irresistibly exciting, she wants it on some level… she needs this, this – focus – in her life. she needs it all: the punishment, the shame, the helplessness, the dehumanization, the exposure… the absolute loss of self.

it all feels like something she needs. i know it. i don’t know how i know, but i do.

and it all bubbles up in a froth of sexual need for her, right now, as this man, this “Daddy figure” as it were, slowly and skillfully fingers her to the very brink of orgasm… the very teetering edge… right to the summit of a huge, cathartic climax…

but then!

but then he starts spanking her again, and telling her how worthless she is, how disgusting…

and the other actors step back into view and start urinating on her, laughing at her, mocking her, and hurling their vicious insults and condescending names until she is wracked with sobs.

they soak her face and hair in their steaming piss, careful not to get any on “Daddy’s” knees, or on any part of her body his hand might have to touch…

and this time “Daddy” is spanking her right on her tender vagina, right where it hurts the most…

but at the same time…

at the same time she can feel her orgasm slowly building back up again.

“Daddy” can feel her body quivering and sobbing in his lap, but also, now, he begins to feel her subtly thrusting her juicy vulva up and back into his firmly spanking hand…

and he whispers to her “show them. show them what a disgusting little pile of dogshit you really are. show them how it’s you, how all this is for you… show them you deserve this, deserve everything, deserve to be treated exactly like this, deserve even worse than this, much worse, deserve to be kept in a cage and fed shit and piss for dinner, deserve to be punched in the stomach, hung from your breasts and whipped between your legs, used by hundreds of men at once, all of them fucking and beating and fisting your holes ruthlessly…

and this is when she starts cumming, just from the spanking, just from the terrible words being hurled at her, just from the laughter and condescension, and the slap slap slap against her sensitive vulval lips, her wet and leaking vagina resonating to the rhythmic spanks, pounding the underside of her throbbing clit… just enough…

just enough to show them. to explode for them, to yield to the need to be destroyed by them, by them all, by everyone here and everyone watching… to be destroyed, publicly, and by all men.

because she is the worthless, dirty whore that men must vanquish.

her attempts to perfect her sex-doll body have been her way of painting a target on her twat.

now she must yield.

now they know, because she has shown them, she has made her position utterly clear. she is theirs to fuck, theirs to use, theirs to spank and hurt, theirs to urinate upon.

they cannot rape her, because her consent is irrelevant: she is a thing.

they cannot hurt her, because her body experiences their expressions of rage as deranged pleasure: she is their fantasy, so anything that pleases them pleases her.

she need not think, nor act, nor concern herself with anything outside of the moment: she has no choice because she has no will, she has yielded everything to the men.

all she can do is receive and receive, and glory in her own ecstatic release.