More on Cunting

Cunting is an important step in the process of breaking a boi and training him to be a fully fledged cock-addicted slut fit to serve men. Cunting a boy is slowly breaking down his foolish ideas of equality or of being deserving of any form of respect or any gentle treatment from men.

The process of stretching and coring out a boy's pussy until it’s permanently changed into a comfortable warm cunt for a man to slide into is an important point in transforming a boi.

Making that boi realize his pussy and entire reason for existing is only for the pleasure of men. The sooner a boi realizes this and accepts this truth, the sooner the boi can live as a happy cunt-boi gleefully taking load after load without a care in the world like a good little bitch.

Honestly, isn't it wonderful to be actually held down—deliberately and firmly—and then just "forced" to take His cock? The loss of control, the feeling of emasculation, is so erotic. Plus it's a weird psychological balancing act: on the one hand, you KNOW you're being used like a fuck toy which degrades any remaining notion you may have of being a 'man'; on the other hand, the feeling of being used like a fuck toy is so intense and pleasurable you just don't care. You're conscious of your own debasement and that in turn is one of the most exquisite feelings you can ever have.

Become HIS pussy, nothing more, nothing less.  It's not about you, your flopping clitty, your pace, or getting your orgasm. Make this all about HIM. Come with a clean twat, and expect  Him to leave it loose, sloppy, wet and achingly happy. Don't complain if it hurts afterward, but thank HIM for making it that way. If you've done your job right, HE's not even present and has gone on His way satisfied (perhaps several times). If you've done all these things, He will want your twat again. If not, it's ok, take pride in having satisfied HIM. He wasn't interested in more than cunting you and leaving his load in you, perhaps several times, and be ok with that. Cherish the memories, unless you've passed out, in which case send thanks to the God of fags that for a little while, you fulfilled your purpose on this earth.