What a weirdo, a freak
Feb. 8th, 2026 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dirtbugdiedI have this weird crave or fantasy of some kind. im not sure what to call it but its a very prominent thing for me.
I want to be abused. Emotional, physically, sexually. I want to be in a relationship where I've been simply stripped of my dignity, of my humanity. To be treated like a pet, a little play thing, something to break down and then build back up in a way that would be more suitable for you.
I think about this a lot and fantasize about it quite often. I don't know what it is, where it came from, or why its here, but it is.
I wanted to be treated like im less than human, like im nothing but an object, and then be praised for how obedient i am for it. For someone to tell me that im nothing and im worthless and that i would never actually matter to anyone else but them. And I'd believe it. Every single word of it. I want to become so dependent on them that i would truly believe that i am just simply happy there. That every bruise i have was only simply a marking of love.
Its gross, disgusting.
But i could really sit and think about it all day, get flushed like some teenage girl thinking about a crush.
"How romantic!~" No?
I want to be abused. Emotional, physically, sexually. I want to be in a relationship where I've been simply stripped of my dignity, of my humanity. To be treated like a pet, a little play thing, something to break down and then build back up in a way that would be more suitable for you.
I think about this a lot and fantasize about it quite often. I don't know what it is, where it came from, or why its here, but it is.
I wanted to be treated like im less than human, like im nothing but an object, and then be praised for how obedient i am for it. For someone to tell me that im nothing and im worthless and that i would never actually matter to anyone else but them. And I'd believe it. Every single word of it. I want to become so dependent on them that i would truly believe that i am just simply happy there. That every bruise i have was only simply a marking of love.
Its gross, disgusting.
But i could really sit and think about it all day, get flushed like some teenage girl thinking about a crush.
"How romantic!~" No?
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Date: 2026-02-10 04:39 am (UTC)