I hope that anyone who follows me in the future doesn’t mind me posting about my random dreams.
Last night I had a dream that my boss hired a new girl. She was freshly 18 and still in high school, plus it was her first job. After her first day we hung out and talked for a bit about her life and why she was working while still in high school. She had been kicked out of her parents house by her stepmom a week ago and was sleeping in her car. She wanted to stay in school and get her diploma so she knew she couldn’t work full time with that goal.
I felt so bad for her and without thinking I told her she can stay with me for free. No catch. I have extra rooms she can pick from and it would be nice to have someone else in the house. She was super happy and grateful. She agreed and I brought her to my house. She setup her room right away, making herself at home while I cooked dinner. After we ate she wanted to relax in bed go to sleep. I told her goodnight and I will drive her to work tomorrow since our shifts will be the same.
Here’s why the dream became memorable lol
As I got the kitchen cleaned up and got ready for bed myself, she came into my room with just a tshirt on and some panties. Btw she is like 5’0” tall, slim body maybe 90lbs. Super pretty, short dirty blonde hair, and a very cute butt. I was shocked. I just stood there and said, “oh hey, what’s up” She said, “you are so nice. We just met and I feel so safe with you. I’ve been so scared sleeping in my car.” She was looking down this whole time while saying this. I walked up to her and held her saying “hey you don’t have to worry anymore. You have a bed and a room in a house again.” She looked up at me with some teary eyes and asked “will you lay with me in my room? You really make me feel so safe.”
The next part of the dream I remember being in her bed. I was just in my underwear, no shirt. I’m the big spoon and my dick is rock hard. I’m really trying not to be a total horny perv but she pushed back on it. Fuck. It felt so good. I grabbed her lil A cup tits and whispered in her ear, “pull your panties down if you want this dick” Side note: My sex dreams usually are weird and don’t really end with much satisfying sex stuff happening.
This dream was different. We had sex like 3 times. I railed her perfect lil body all night like I was never gonna fuck again. It was incredible. I had 3 full orgasms and I fell asleep in the dream. I woke up in my own bed yesterday and thought to myself I can’t wait to spend more time with her… oh wait fuck. It was a dream. No. Dammit. Shit. Haha. It was too good to be true.

Today I (F25) was talking with this guy (M21) who we are in a romantic situation (not a couple, we’ve been talking for a couple months now) and today he sent me a picture of a girl (instagram ss) in a bikini asking me if “I knew her” I answered with “no, what about her?” And he said “oh she’s my future wife. Just kidding, she’s a famous football player’s girlfriend” and honestly I don’t know what the fuck. Like I can’t understand why he would say that and on the moment we just didn’t kept on talking about it but it bothered be.
Then a bit later I mentioned something about my best friend and he said “oh she’s really pretty” and if that’s not enough he then said “she looks like a model. She’s completely out of my league” 🥴 what the fuuuuck. He knows her bc she’s my best friend and it’s not like he is talking to her or looking for the opportunity to meet her but like ? I need some insight I’m not even sure how I feel about the situation. In a way it bothers me because I tend to take those comments in a way where I start to compare myself and i put myself down because I don’t look and will never be as pretty as them. On the other hand I understand it is very human to be attracted to other people and it’s okay to discuss it with your partner but it just doesn’t sit right with me.
For more context, the reason I think it bothers me more is because at the very beginning of our relationship we had a discussion because of some pictures I have in the cloud with my ex boyfriend. He got so jealous, we spent like 3 weeks fighting over that and that “I was not over him”, “that wasn’t right”, “it’s not okay to still have pictures with him when I’m seeing someone else” and now he comes up with that… like why I can’t but he can make those comments? I feel like he’s doing it to push me into being jealous but I need some input. I don’t know how to handle the situation.

I don’t even know where to begin. 26F. I have had a lot go on in my life (not to short anyone else, because life is screwed). I’m just going to tell my story because I don’t know what else to do. As I’m telling this story please keep in mind, I don’t have all of the information and I’ve been kind of surviving up until this point. When I was 3-8 months old my father packed me and the dog up, and left my mother without telling her while she was at work back in 1997(Florida to Pennsylvania). having no idea because I was an infant, going in to toddler my dad loved the crap out of me. I felt safe, and cared for. My dad ended up sending me to a catholic school for 1st- 5th. started growing and realized that I have a difficultly keeping concentrated, was way friendler than everyone. @ 9 years old he had me speak to my mother for the first time and all she said was mean shit about him and I cried and hung up.
I had noticed my dad started to grow aggravated with me, and would say some down right mean shit. Not let me have my own personality, Embarrassed me by writing mean shit about what I did wrong on sticky notes and would tell me to keep in on my shirt all day at school. Back me into corners like he was a big bully if I didn’t do things right/his way. He through a birthday party for me when I was 11 and then was like “look at how nobody showed up” when he was most likely the reason they didn’t. Before sixth grade started, he moved us back down to Florida. So from catholic school to public. I noticed bigger changes in him and it was a complete 180 for me, going from a religious school to a public. It was like there was no longer the happiness in him and he would pick on me and bully me, when I started going to public schools I was bullied as well there. I would come home from school crying and he stated “I’ll give you a reason to cry”. Would be very physically abusive. Would even threaten to send me to my mothers which I was scared of because of the mean shit she said when I was 9. He sent me to another girls mom to learn about “women things”- literally just how to shave my f**** legs. I eventually went to the schools therapist in 6th grade and tried to tell them what was going on without getting my dad in trouble or him hearing about it and doing something worse, that didn’t happen. I guess I blacked out most of my memory’s about things because of the way I needed to cope but I remember writing him letters and begging him to talk to me because he started just not speaking to me at all, would leave me at home while he worked and told me to lock the doors and hide. I eventually tried to disconnect from it all in my head to go with the motions. Eventually before 8th grade started we moved up to Maryland and moved in with my cousins because he had claimed he lost a lot of money in Florida( in recent years he told me the school was trying to get him charged for the things I said back then to the therapist.) we became more distant because he wasn’t very friendly and would hide in the basement. Moved into my god parents house because eventually he had enough issues with my cousins he didn’t want to be “there problem” anymore. We became more distant as he would just hide in there basement as well, I’d go down there just to talk with him and he’d just be this mean person I didn’t know anymore. Still being a very emotionally abusive person. I got arrested 3 months before graduation because I had weed and cigarettes at school.
When I was 18 I moved into my 2nd boyfriend’s house. Not a good idea looking back at it because it was totally a trap house and I had no clue what I was doing there.(drugs) that’s what I was doing. He had no clue & didn’t care to notice. A lot of co-dependence was there because I stayed there for 4 years.
In 2018 (I was 18 at this point) he was going delirious for about 4-5days and would tell me stuff like take my stuff, I’m going to die ect. Wouldn’t let me take him to the hospital, just wanted to die, thank god my god mother was there when he collapsed and had a ambulance come and get him, he went into a diabetic coma it lasted for 1.5 months or so, he came out of it and basically told me he should’ve died and that he wanted to.
That made things worse mentally for me, I did a lot of fucked up things in the 4 years I was with the boy I was doing drugs with, he also was very physically abusing, as so was I at this point. We broke up and I did everything I could not to go back to living with my father who ended up with enough money to buy a place in my name. I ended up living there for a while and nothing good came from it.
A lot of drinking and boyfriends and dumb shit happened and I was completely out of it until I got a DWI in late 2019. Really woke me up. I started wanting better for myself, knowing I could just didn’t know how. I got into YET ANOTHER RELATIONSHIP, and thought it was good for me, two years in we decided we were going to buy a home (23 years old at this point) we bought it and a lot was wrong with the house and clearly the boy I bought it with because he was into a really odd kink, had girls in his phone, and would not introduce me to his female friends. On top of that he did not doing ANYTHING to help me fix the home. A year into owning the home I broke up with him and lost my job. I was depressed for 7-8 months, got another job and about 1.5 years after the break up someone came up to me and asked me on a date. (I still lived with my ex in the house we own). (I was completely honest with him and up front about everything.)
He has shown me grace, kindness, and compassion. He had shown me a whole new perspective in life. He also had gone through a really traumatic past. Starting of the relationship was rough, I was feral and he gets defensive really easy. We have stuck this thing out and I am 7 months in therapy and he just had his first session in years today. I would like to consider this success. I just changed therapist because the one I had been going to wasn’t as good as I would’ve liked them to be. We are now 1.5 years in, and I’m still trying to figure myself out and currently won’t hear from the new therapist until the 21st of may. I’m struggling mentally but not half as bad as I used to. I guess I’m just looking for new perspectives and some positive words at this point. My boyfriend and I are on opposite schedules for the next 2.5 months and I can tell I’m still very co-dependent, in my head I’m hoping his new therapist doesn’t tell him we are not right for each other. I’m so full of stress and trauma it’s crazy. I don’t even know who I am or if I fully feel happy in any situation.
Any kind words would help. Sorry for the all over the place read.

Someone just give me a hug plz Ps this has no order it just thoughts
I feel like everything is in shambles. I’m 19M. It’s college summer break. I’m broke. Never had a girl. Fat. Ugly. In credit card debt and to my father. Everywhere I apply to says no. Been made fun of because I’m broke or fat. Shit doesn’t seem to align in life. I feel like I’m being left behind. And my only response to that is to catch up even if it means sacrificing myself. I can’t really talk to my parents about this. I’m not raised to express feelings. I can tell the boys I’m depressed but it’s either as a joke or like just one rough day. And I’ve been like this since middle school. I have highs but overall I’m really in a constant low. At this point I wish I was high or drunk to make it fade away. My parents are going on vacation soon and all I can think of is to get drunk to get these feelings out my mind. I know I can’t get carried through life but some help. Some mercy. Don’t leave me alone. If this is growing up please promise me getting old gets better. I feel like everyone is having a better life while I just sit and watch. Now I don’t want to rant but this is my only way to let this out. Idk maybe I’m too hard on myself. But if I don’t do it myself, I have people pressuring me. Idk if I think too much in a cause and effect mindset but I feel like I’m losing out on opportunities (though I can’t describe much of them) that others are having. I don’t feel like women want me. There’s always someone better than me. I lost my virginity to someone who I regret. I lead a lie on my friends cuz I’m ashamed of when that happened. I can keep things clear with women. Keep in mind that my interactions with women only get to “good friends” level. I find it hard that people smarter than me are smarter because I feel like I just don’t want it bad enough but I’m trying. At this moment I just rather be on pace in life if it means sacrificing whatever little I have left I don’t really care about family because my only meaningful family is just my two parents. I’m an only child. I can’t go see friends, or call them much really

IDK WHAT TO SAY HONESTLY every time i mention im autistic or its brought up in conversation she keeps saying “you’re not, the doctor just said you show symptoms” like lady that same doctor sent me home a letter that literally reads “a diagnosis of autism spectrum disorder has been confirmed”
Also she keeps saying “the doctor says you were just borderline autistic” (im quite sure she did not because genuinely what??)
she also doesn’t want to tell my family because of my close cousins would look at me differently and one of my aunts works with “severely” autistic children and would also look down on me (I’d like to hope she wouldn’t if she works with autistic kids??) She also keeps trying to tell me about how this was my decision when literally all I wanted to do when I got my diagnosis was talk mad shit about my past teachers that completely ignored so many of my autistic traits and the mad waiting list times
And if she ever admits that yes I am autistic she pulls the “but it’s only level one though so it’s very very little autism and doesn’t affect you” like im pretty sure a disability is going to alter my life in some shape or form and those levels are supposed to describe different support needs of autism and not one general diagnosis (correct me if I’m wrong of course)
Also throughout my 2 years of waiting for an assessment EVERY time it was mentioned I got hit with the “are you sure you want to ruin your life like that with a diagnosis?” Like the only people that are gonna know are me and my gp, my employers are not gonna go digging through my assessment looking for reasons not to hire me
she’s also completely unwilling to learn anything about autism which Is… really unhelpful but not surprising
I feel like the answer is kinda obvious at this point but what the actual fuck do I do is the real question now 😭 like I understand the whole people looking at me differently thing but I also could care less so maybe I should make a big fat Facebook post saying “fun fact - I’m autistic, and i was pretty good at hiding it all from you until I got bored!” And then just post a pic of the little “autism diagnosis has been confirmed” image
IDK it’s kind of funny but also really frustrating please help me Reddit you’ve never let me down before 🙏

Back story: I don’t exactly know the couple well but I have worked with her in the past, where she even came onto me fairly strong. They’re getting married in a couple of months, and I’m strongly considering sending him an anonymous email to tell him what I know.
They do have a 3 year old child, though she’s continued to cheat repeatedly and without remorse after their daughter was born.
Here’s the catch, I’m doing this for a completely selfish reason - my ex will be at this wedding, along with a girl that I’ve been dating. They’re friends, but never see each other or talk often, but they’re planning to share a room at this wedding. I REALLY don’t want that to happen, it’s likely that I’ll come up and feel like those conversations would not look great for me, though I feel like it might be extreme to try to break off a wedding for such a selfish reason.
At the same time, fuck cheaters and maybe it’s better if he knows the truth. I know that I’d want to know in this scenario - especially considering it doesn’t look like she plans to stop.
AITA if I email him?

I just feel like I’m going crazy and I need some advice. My girlfriend and I have been together for 3 years.
I will try and give as much relevant background as possible so people can fairly weigh in.
I (23M) am a law school student, and I lost a decent amount of weight and muscle during finals season.
Today, my girlfriend (25F) showed me a topless picture of myself from when I had gained a lot of muscle from hitting the gym, and was sort of lamenting that she missed how I looked. It kind of stung, especially when she knows all I have been through with the stresses of finals and school.
As some background, I have always struggled to gain weight (started at about 145 at the beginning of our relationship. I am just over 6ft). My girlfriend continually voiced her wanting me to gain weight, and I continually failed to form a regular gym schedule for quite a while. This one is completely on me. But last year, I forced myself to eat WAY more and began exercising more regularly. By winter break, I got to 160 pounds and it was a big accomplishment for me.
Unfortunately, I basically lost 7-10 pounds during second semester law school finals (just finished thank God). For those who don’t know law school finals are no joke, and you really need to start working your ass off from about a month out at a minimum. I spent every hour I wasn’t at school or commuting at my desk studying and making outlines. Especially during the last few weeks, I began taking my ADHD medication almost every day. (This can also contribute to weight loss). She knows all of this. She also knows I’m working so hard to give us a better future.
For someone who is already skinny and has almost 0 body fat, 7-10 pounds is really noticeable - especially in my chest and arms.
When she lamented on my past figure, this honestly really stung since I’ve been really unhappy about it myself. Since I’m applying to law-related summer jobs basically every waking hour I’m not spending time doing activities with her, I still haven’t had the time to go to the gym.
When we walked the dog after dinner, she commented on my posture. It admittedly sucks I look like a less extreme version of the “golden ratio” or whatever. She has also been telling this t me for forever, but I just can’t get the good posture to stick. I think it’s fair that she’s really pissed about repeatedly telling me this for 3 years.
I jokingly asked why she’s being so mean today, and she asked for examples.
When I brought up the issue with the picture, I told her that “it made me feel not so good”. While I didn’t expect an apology, she refused to really even acknowledge why this would hurt my feelings, and instead brought up that she was mad to see me lose some progress. I told her to put herself in my shoes, and we continued to have this back and forth for about another 10 minutes or so until we got home. Finally, she said she was sorry - in what came across as a really half assed and not heartfelt apology.
When I mentioned that her apology didn’t mean much when she argued with me about it for 10 minutes, she got mad at me.
I tried to explain that all I wanted was for her to be a little more light-handed with her wanting me to gain weight, but that her “apologizing” so late and half-assed just made me hurt more. She wouldn’t even acknowledge that her apology was late.
I tried putting her in my shoes by saying what if she gained weight and I started lamenting over her past skinner version. She then got even more mad since she says I ask her to “put herself in my shoes” during every argument. I guess I do.
It took her 30 minutes of arguing for her to admit that her apology was late. She says that she was still mad about my posture and wasn’t thinking clearly or something along those lines.
To me - with both the apology and the argument about the apology - it feels like she was just refusing to admit any wrongdoing, even when I think she knew “what she did wrong” (from my perspective). I told her this, and she got even more mad at me.
Am I just being sensitive here? Was I just arguing about something dumb like she seems to think?
I just wanted to feel heard, and for her to acknowledge that she could have been nicer.
Please rip some sense into me if I’m just being dumb.

you fucking imbecile i will gog your eyeballs out and squash your intestines and squeeze it so hard and get you kidnapped by the cartels and shot i will chop your fucking brain in the ground and stab you 70 times and put a fucking spiked gate in your head and chop your fucking penis off and fuck you and i will shove a 32 inch dildo in your ass and your mouth and get you impregnated by 80 fat motherfuckers and get 12 rats to rip your nipples off and get your mother raped by a bear and get your dad fucked by a dildo machine and get every relative of yours killed and shown on camera and fuck every single one of you to death until your cum becomes blood

This is actually stupid, but my dogs have a treat bucket and I let them outside to go pee, then i heard barking and I immediately thought Coyotes, since there’s a huge coyote problem in the neighborhood. When they hear their treat bucket, they usually come in. I kicked their bucket and put a huge dent in it. How do I fix it? (I’m just a girl).

Slutty Sister Has Her Brother Locked For Life (non-con, forced chastity, bondage, punishment)
Part 1
The keyholder nurse gave me instructions and explained everything after it was all over. My family had told me that I was a sex pervert and I was "being dealt with". I knew I was in trouble, but I was a young man, only 18 and I didn't understand what was going on. No one had told me anything after the hearing.
Mom drove me to an odd building, led me to a secure room and left. A young nurse told me to undress. I was totally naked. An older woman in scrubs and a man entered. They strapped my arms and legs down to a cold steel table. The nurse offered the woman a syringe, but she declined and said "No, I want this creep to feel it".
It all started a month ago. I lived with my mom and sister, dad was gone. My sister was 19, with a tight body and medium sized, perky tits. Mom was thick, curvy, with giant tits. Both recently got their naval's pierced with matching studs. Neither had boyfriends, but they were very promiscuous. We lived in a mobile home with thin walls, so I could hear them getting fucked often.
I made some mistakes. First, my sister caught me peeping on her in the shower and told mom. Then, two of her "friends" came over for sex. They took turns on her. She got very loud. After they left, I went in her room. She covered herself, but I saw her pussy and stomach first. There were small puddles of cum around her pantyline, and some more of it leaking out of her. I told her I was still a virgin and asked if I could "go next" on her. She yelled "get out" and told mom when she got home from work.
The third incident was more serious they said. Mom would sometimes drink and pass out. I'd never felt tits before and hers were so enticing. She had some drinks and went to bed. I snuck in. She was asleep, uncovered, wearing a gown. I grabbed her heaving boobs. Then I took one of my hands off her chest and pulled the gown above her waist, exposing her. I slid my hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She woke up and caught me. She was pissed. The next day my sister told me they had turned me in and there would be a hearing.
So I knew why I was on the metal table, but I didn't know what was next. I couldn't see, there was a drape at my waist. It started with gloves and cold metal on my genitals, then clamping, pinching, pulling, and eventually a sharp puncturing pain near my balls. I begged them to stop, but they did it 2 more times, once on my cock. Finally a metal device was brought out. I could feel it being slid on, clamped down, tightened, then locked. "All done" they said and left. The young nurse stayed behind.
She removed the drape and released the straps. I inspected the "device". My cock and balls had been fed through a steel ring that tightly encircled them at the base. It was secured to a piercing just above my taint and another at the top. My penis was locked in a tight steel "cage" with a hole at the end for pissing. The head had been pierced and a metal bar went through me as extra security. It wasn't going anywhere. The whole thing was super tight.
"What is this?" I asked.
She explained. "It's your chastity device. Your genitals have been locked up. At the hearing, your mother and sister requested that you be put in chastity. The safety council asked them how long they thought would be appropriate and both wanted you locked forever. Since the incidents involved incest, the council agreed. Your penis is locked for life. I'm your keyholder nurse. I will help with adjustments, cleanings, draining your balls, and anything else needed for chastity".
"When do I get to take off?" I said.
She answered, "You're locked forever. So you wont get to take it off. They have to keep you locked so your sister is safe and to punish you for what you did to your mom. You wont be able to have sex or force anyone. Since you can't masturbate, your balls might swell, so you will see me every other month to drain them, do a deep cleaning, and tighten your cage, if necessary.
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Part 2

The room was cold. My keyholder nurse was a cute twenty-something. A name tag with "Beverly" was pinned above her perky boobs. Her scrub top was tight around her chest. I could see the shape of her breasts and her hard nipples pressing againt the fabric. I stared and my cage got tighter. She noticed and grinned slightly.
I got back to business, "Can I appeal or get parole or something? What happens next?"
She answered, "Sorry, no appeals for chastity. There is parole, but not for incest cases. What you did is considered extremely disgusting, so they deemed you a "most extreme pervert". Incest offenders get more severe penalties and no parole. I'm not supposed to be judgemental, but you're my first incest case and it sounded really awful at your hearing. It's hard to believe creeps as bad as you even exist, who rubs their own mom's pussy? This case is really bad, so I'm gonna go harder on you than my other guys. I hope it was worth it. So here's what's next...your mother and sister are entitled to a final inspection of your genitals, then you'll go directly to prison to be processed and locked up in the chastity unit."
I was confused and responded with frustration, "I can't believe this is happening to me. I just got too horny seeing the girls dressed like sluts and listening to them getting fucked all the time. After seeing my sisters cum-filled pussy, I lost control and slipped up. If she just gave me sloppy seconds, I wouldn't have done all that to mom....What do you mean prison?!?!"
She responded, bursting with excitement, "Dont worry, you'll learn your lesson! OH! I see they didn't tell you about prison yet, since you were a rush case. Chastity is just an add-on to your prison sentence as an extra penalty and to keep everyone safe. Let me look at your file to see how much time you'll serve."
Looking at her tablet, she smiled big and replied, "I've never gotten to do this before! Most guys hear about their sentence before they get to me...Ok, so they actually got you taken care of pretty good here. It got split up into multiple counts, so fortunately, they were able to put you away for a long time."
She continued, "Your sister had you convicted on two charges, one for the shower incident and one for the bedroom incident. You got two more for mom, one for groping her tits and another for going between her legs. I'll read them off...
Count 1, Incestual peeping, sentence: 1 year special confinement
Count 2, Incestual peeping with propositioning, sentence: 1.5 years special confinement
Count 3, 2nd Degree Incestual Sexual Battery, 2 years special confinement
Ok and here's the big one! For touching mom's pussy...
Count 4, 1st Dregee Incestual Sexual Battery, 4.5 years RIGOROUS confinement in the SCU-I, (Special Chastity Unit, Incest wing), with intensive perversion correction."
So you'll do nine years total, with the first four-and-a-half in the incest wing."
I was completely shocked, "Nine years!? Are you serious? What's special confinement? Am I going to regular prison or what?
Beverely explained, "Special confinement means you'll be put in the chastity unit. It's a separate level for inmates that have their genitals locked, like rapists and other perverts. It's a little different. The cells are super small, you don't get any privileges like TV, and you stay locked in your cell for 23 hours a day. But don't worry. Most of my guys are in the chastity unit. They all want out really bad, but they're fine. Some eventually leave for regular population if their sentence allows, but you'll actually just be finishing up in the main chasity unit after you're done with rigororous confinement for the first four-and-a-half. You'll start off in the incest wing".
"What is all that? I asked
Beverly explained further, "It's a big deal. That's why I got so excited when I read your sentence on count 4. It wasn't just the amount of time you got, but what'll be happening to you that makes it a heavy one. I've heard it's very extreme. Since you're my first incest case, I'm not as familiar with it, but I've heard you're basically caged up 24/7 and pretty much treated like an animal. I'm not sure if you even get a toilet or a bed. You only leave your cage once every two weeks for perversion correction, which I might get to assist with, and you'll get another device I've heard about, called the "silver bullet". I think it's an anal device? You'll learn more about that when you get there. Oh! Looks like it's time to get you ready for inspection."
The door opened as she left and two female guards entered. One had a tazer. They led me to another table. This one had wheels. I sat on the edge. One grabbed my ankles and another tried to push me on my back. I resisted, trying to spin off the table. I was immediately tazed, then sedated, imobilizing me. "This will be easier for if you just comply" she said. I was on my back again. My ankles were lifted toward my head, folding my legs over me. Thick zip ties were placed around my ankles and calfs. My hands and forearms were looped through both, then "zzzzzzzztttt", it was all cinched down tight, securing my arms to my legs. A bar was secured between my knees, keeping me exposed. Beverly came back in. One of the guards said "He's all yours hon" as they left.
"Let's get you cleaned up" Beverly said. "Your mom and sister are on their way and they're excited to see your private parts all locked up for good.
She put gloves on, then approached the table, placing one hand over my nose. I opened my mouth and she shoved a gag in and secured it around my head. "This is just a temporary gag. Your sister didn't want you talking during inspection. I believe you'll get more securely gagged and muzzled when you get to processing. I've heard the guys don't get solid food in the incest wing, you get fed a liquid diet, like that soylent stuff, that you'll take through a drinking tube in your gag. It's really amazing how good they have you incest perverts locked up over there. I can't wait to see you like that.
She started the cleaning by soaping and lathering around my crotch, exposed parts were shaved. She walked away, coming back with a tube and a bag full of fluid that she hung from a pole. The label read "Enema". Beverly explained, "Gotta clean you inside and out. First I'll get you lubed up". She grabbed a metal syring, inserted the tip in my ass, and injected me with lube. At the end of enema tube, there was a detachable nozzle with two inflatable bulbs. One was forced in my ass and both were inflated, locking it in place. I could see the tube going from the bag to inside me. I felt like I was being treated like an animal already. She turned a valve, the fluid began flowing and filled me up. She set a timer for 35 minutes, and sat on her stool, reading cosmo. After an agonizing wait, she removed the nozzle plug, allowing me to release. Finally, thank goodness. I was soaped up again and rinsed. She cleaned up the enema nozzle plug, added more lube, and shoved it back1 inside me. "Putting this back in so we dont have any potential leaks" she said, as she inflated it. She disconnected the outside end of the inflatable nozzle where it attached to the longer enema tube, clamped it off, and let go of it. I felt it bounce around as it settled. "You're all set" she exclaimed.
I was wheeled on the cart-like table through a long, busy hallway to a different room for inspection. I could feel the protruding nozzle plug in my ass flop around as the cart moved. The other employees stared as I went by, a few smiled with satisfaction. How humiliating I thought. I heard murmuring. "Bitchtied pervert getting what he deserves!" one girl said angrily.
Finally in the inspection room, I waited. The door opened, Beverly entered with two blondes behind her, my mom and my sister. The two gorgeous sluts were dressed similar. My mom was wearing tight, denim, high waisted shorts that displayed her ass and curvy hips, they were pulled-up high in a way that you could see the denim tight against her twat. My sister came dressed in super short spandex yoga shorts, tight ones that lifted her already firm butt into perfection. Both wore crop tops with their stomachs and matching naval piercings exposed. Images of my sister's sloppy pussy flashed in my head, my cock and balls both swelled. I stared at their bodies and let out a loud, desperate moan as my cage grew excruciatingly tight.
Part 3 to follow...

I think there's a lot of circle jerking that somehow destiny came out with a net win against Ludwig.
On twitter Destiny made nasty references insulting ludwig's girlfriend for being the victim of some deepfake porn scandal while ludwig cleanly hit with a single simplistic 150k+ tweet calling him divorced.
It doesn't matter who lied about who or what kind of little things ludwig has said about destiny on stream over the years. At the end of the day all people are going to see of this drama is destiny being insane and ludwig being reasonable with his insults.
The 150k+ likes are obviously partially due to ludwig being a huge figure, but they're no accident. Destiny is acting like a rabid dog and ludwig gives a pretty simple insult to his character without much work. Destiny comes off as desperate and ludwig comes off as the wise man. Just accept the L.
Going vicious against random big people on twitter isn't some big win just because they insulted destiny in the past. Destiny has been great with getting invited into all sorts of bigger more mainstream spaces lately, and often insulting and yelling at these people like Andrew Tate in a twitter space is really cool. But posting batshit at one of the largest streamers in the world is not going to help with outsider perception of him no matter how many times ludwig makes up vague half truths about Destiny on stream.
Of course destiny crazy posting on twitter is something I think we all accept and love about our gnome fuck and I don't think he should change. But beyond being entertaining it can be pretty overall damaging to his image. Rationalizing it is just desperate cope. Twitter is a bloodsport and you can't win them all. Take the L and move on.

Kendrick has evolved dramatically throughout his career. He's always reflective. Something that hasn't gotten much attention in this beef is his "lust addiction." I don't know what that means. But I'm not looking at tabloid stuff right now, just the music - his music after I guess 2017 talks about confronting and overcoming this "lust addiction." And a lot of emotional turmoil and reflection on his flaws which...to me the specific thing I hear is the lust addiction. In his earlier tracks he talks about apparent issues with uncontrollable "humpin" on girls when he was a kid.
Abuse was a big part of this beef but I also think Kendrick brought some insights from his own "lust addiction" to this battle.
Drake represents sexual promiscuity first and foremost. No one knows what he's really like, but lately he seems to cultivate an aura of dark and mysterious criminality. Sex is central. He strenuously reps Toronto without any consistent cultural identity. I don't listen to his music. I'm pretty much a Drake hater from day one despite honest efforts to appreciate his work. His diss tracks in this battle focused on Kendrick's supposed weaknesses in, I guess, popularity, income, height, and then domestic violence and, what to call the Dave Free baby shit? Cuckoldry?
Long story short, Kendrick has publicly depicted an effort to master his temptations. He battled a guy whose whole brand seems to have become darkness, filth, and lack of discipline.
There's a battle of values here. But the sway on the register seems a lot wilder than the partisan situation in the country, which is interesting. People seem to want community, integrity, and hope, not lies and abuse, at least in rap.
I'm tryin to ask you, what led us to such a hollow hip-hop culture, and just hollow music and pop culture in general?
Did Cole really think Mr. Morale was "tragic"? What the fuck. I don't think Cole's alright.
Looks like K.Dot and a Big None.

So, since I grew up the way in which I did, I wasn’t completely socialized. Compared to some kids in my class, I was very social, but I digress.
As I aged, I found myself being more of an observer than a participant. Participating didn’t always work out for me because when I tried, I always screwed something up. I didn’t get the jokes, I couldn’t tell who was being serious (that definitely would have helped me as a young kid and teenager). It wasn’t until I met my spouse that I learned dry humor, and how to recognize it.
Being in the position of an observer has afforded me a lot of room for thought. Like, there was the time in college where my roommates and I were hosting a party. This giant of college kid was mad at his girlfriend - he was drunk and screaming at her (I think some other dude said hi to her).
The man had her pinned up against a wall, one hand on the wall to the left of her head, the other punching the wall to the right of her head.
I was yelling at him to back off, and I was going to insert myself in between them because, as a kid, that’s what I had needed but no one did it for me.
It would have been stupid but the guy made me furious. My boyfriend pulled me away and held me and said, “Wait until he calms down and kick him from the party.” Hey, it was the 1990’s, and I was young. He was young. He ended up being right.
I thought about that girl a lot - wondered if she ever dumped her brute of a boyfriend, or did she stay with him? Never found out.
Decades later, I was put in an untenable position where a family member was about to up end their life over some woman - they were going to abandon their kids, their family, all of it.
I managed to get through that, but after all is said and done, and I look at the facts like they are playing cards laying on a green velvet-covered table, I saw how the woman brainwashed him.
1) she kept him from sleeping more than five hours a night;
2) she made up situations to where he was the only one who could solve it for her, such as she pretended like an old boyfriend was chasing her in a car and she needed my family member to keep her safe;
3) she isolated him from his kids;
4) she tried to get him to sign for her to get a new car, and she promised she’d pay for it but she couldn’t buy it unless he signed for it. (Fortunately, he didn’t).
5) she told him what to think. If he tried to think for himself, she wouldn’t leave him alone until he agreed with her. His family were the bad guys. He needed to see that.
5) finally, he was to replace his own kids with hers. He was expected to accept this new family in lieu of everyone he knew and used to love.
It’s a tall ask, you know. And yet, every year, you’ll hear or learn of someone who did go down that road and never came back. Or, they came back but there was no back to go back to.
My job, in dealing with this family member, was to pick up the pieces and deprogram them gently.
You think to yourself: “this wouldn’t happen to me because I’m way too smart. I make educated decisions.” But, near as I can tell, smart has nothing to do with it.
Brainwashing works on how open the subject is to modifying the way they think, and their need to be accepted in their new group. I guess it’s like training a dog: good stimulus equals a reward, bad behavior earns a punishment, either physical or mental (or both).
The subject must also think that their previous way of thinking was sub-par. They must have a low opinion of their intelligence.
Of course, a lot of you guys and gals may already know how it works, or heard about it on a documentary.
It’s different to have a front row seat to it, though. Really surreal.
Right now, I have a family member that I am not close to, he is being manipulated hard by his current girlfriend. I see all the signs of what she is doing, it ain’t my first rodeo.
I tell his daughter, “I will do what I can to help, but I can’t talk to him. He doesn’t like me. The only way he can be saved is you and your brother get together and see if you can get some physical distance to happen between this woman and your dad.”
So far - everything we’ve predicted has come true: she’s bled him dry, financially. He went from having a nest egg to selling off all his assets. He has signed on to buy property and vehicles with her. She made him lose his job.
What’s next? His daughter cares for him, but he wasn’t a model dad by a long shot.
So I don’t know what to do there.
And just recently, another family member washed up on my shores. This one is young.
The brainwashing in this case is mental and physical abuse.
In this case, I created a team of three people to work together to help this person see who they are really with.
My job is to create a safe zone for them. Another’s job is to be there and be the person all the secrets are told to. And the last person is supposed to be the persuader, the person who helps this family member stick to plans, to say what is expected without being pushy or negative, so that they don’t go back to the old life.
One of the people on the team said to me, “How are we all talking about this so calmly?” The subject of the conversation was sitting right there in the room. I said, “I know, it’s surreal. But this is how we have to do it. We are going to solve this.”
Delicately stepping, delicately stepping.
I think to myself, had I washed up on my mother’s shores with a problem like this, she would have kicked me back out and said, “Figure it out for yourself, I’m not going to help you. It’s your problem.”
I always knew I was on my own, and I can’t say I didn’t screw things up royally from time to time.
But, also, I know that had I had help, maybe things could have been better for me later. I’ll never know. I still don’t know the answer.
I choose to help. I choose to take my emotional side and shove it in the back, and then find out the chinks in the opponent’s armor.
He may have a lot going for him, but it is not my family member’s job to fix him, to make him a better person. He could be the most brilliant person in the world - but you can’t save some people from themselves. He is harmful, and nightmarish.
Battered person syndrome. It’s another form of brainwashing, where the woman/man doesn’t think they should leave, because there are all these good things about the partner that, if they could just change, would make them the perfect life partner.
I’m beginning to think it doesn’t matter if it is drugs, or being beaten and having Stockholm Syndrome - it’s all a form of brainwashing.
I’m lucky enough to have a good team to work with me.
I was thinking today, as I was still coughing and getting over this horrible sickness I’ve had for three weeks: I’m tired. I don’t want to deal with nonsense but I will because that’s what family does.
We are blessed, no matter what. I’m feeling lucky. I’m glad I’m here for it.
I know my mom would have handled it differently (she had to go through it herself). But, I don’t think life should be so fucking hard. If we work together we can do a job better. No one should have to go through these things alone.
You lift up the next generation so they can climb the mountain a little more. I just want people to get further than I did.

I’m still in shock, but I’m doing fairly well. Apologies in advance for unclear info.
My (M21) girlfriend of almost 5 years has apparently been fucking some guy -we’ll call him J (23M)- for a while now. She would go to J’s house occasionally to play video games with him and her old friend from high school (K 23M - J’s roommate). I told her that I wasn’t a fan of it, but I know K well enough and trust him.
2 weeks ago, I came back home from college for the weekend. She tells me (with no prior warning signs to me) that she’s depressed. I had noticed that she changed over the last year, but I thought it was because her cousin was rubbing off on her too much - which wasn’t entirely wrong. Then, she says something about “taking a break”. We have been very adamant through our relationship that there are no breaks. You’re together or you’re not. I knew she meant “break up”. She was crying hysterically. I told her that we should continue the conversation in the morning because it was late and I needed time to absorb the shock.
The next day, we talked for hours and ultimately decided to stay together until we each talked to trusted friends and her therapist before we did something we’d regret. We talked all week. I thought things were looking better.
Then last weekend, I was going home to talk to her. She says that she’ll be going to a music festival with a friend. She did admit that it was J. I stayed in the area and notified her so that we could talk. I met her there, went through the whole “what do you think that looks like? If there’s something going on, tell me. I’m done with the bullshit” talk. She lied through her teeth. I’m ashamed to admit that I half believed her. Fast forward to tonight, K texted me to see how I was doing after “recent events”. I stayed as vague as possible to hopefully get him to spill something. Come to find out, she’s been spending multiple nights over there every week. She walks into the house, ignores K, and walks straight to J’s room. Not even an hour after he tells me this (I have a new respect for this guy), my friend texts me that I need to ask about a guy named J. I called immediately and I told him that I just found out and wanted to know how he learned. He said that an “unnamed girl at the bar” told him. I also made sure to send my gratitude her way.
So basically, now I’m sitting here and can’t stop thinking. I’m on an adrenaline high. I’ve contacted whatever friends I could. Now I’m just plotting. I am strongly fighting the urge to say something, but I either need to confront her directly in person or get evidence from her phone. And she keeps it close (another sign I didn’t pick up on). The way I see it, I have 2 options.
1: I plan to go home this weekend, but I can leave as early as Thursday. If I go home Thursday night without telling her, K would likely let me in. Then I could just walk in, make sure I have video evidence rolling, and leave. If that doesn’t line up nicely,
2: I tell her that I’ll come over Thursday or Friday and wait until her parents are there. I’d start with an apology to her parents (they’re great people and both love me). Then, I’d just break up with her on the spot. As straight faced as possible. No emotion. I’d be transparent with the reasoning, but I won’t go too far because I respect her parents.
In both cases, I want no violence (of course). But I will have friends in the area in case someone flips on me. Mainly to take me home after because I don’t know how I’ll take it.
Whatever love I had is almost completely gone. It was like a light switch. And as everyone says: “I didn’t think my girl would ever be capable of that”. The joke’s on me I guess lol. But I know I’ll be fine. The way I look at it, shit happens. It’s over now. How can I respond respectfully but effectively? I don’t plan to do anything stupid, and I would never do anything intentionally to myself.
Which route would you take? Either of these two, or another way?
And what do I do next? I met her my junior year of high school. She was my everything for what would be 5 years in June, and she was my first everything. This feels like a total reset. How do I “find myself”?

I broke up with my boyfriend a few weeks ago and it was the biggest mistake of ny life. I fucked it all up so bad. I broke up with him with reasons in mind (he's switching schools next yr is the main one and our summers are both completely busy, i wanted to let him meet new people at his new school, i thought itd be better for both of us in the long run, plus i kinda just lost feelings and i didnt want to keep him in a relationship that wasn't 100% reciprocated cuz thats not fair to him, etc) but jesus christ, I regret it so much. He was my best friend and the person i trusted most in the world. I love him so fucking much. He made me so fucking happy, and i know he'll be better off without me but my god, it hurts. It hurts so bad. Its like a piece of me is missing now. I fucking hate it. I see him walking down the hallways now with other girls and the pure jealously i feel is unbridled. I miss him. I miss him so much. We don't even talk anymore. How did I fuck it up this bad?

Today I (F25) was talking with this guy (M21) who we are in a romantic situation (not a couple, we’ve been talking for a couple months now) and today he sent me a picture of a girl (instagram ss) in a bikini asking me if “I knew her” I answered with “no, what about her?” And he said “oh she’s my future wife. Just kidding, she’s a famous football player’s girlfriend” and honestly I don’t know what the fuck. Like I can’t understand why he would say that and on the moment we just didn’t kept on talking about it but it bothered be.
Then a bit later I mentioned something about my best friend and he said “oh she’s really pretty” and if that’s not enough he then said “she looks like a model. She’s completely out of my league” 🥴 what the fuuuuck. He knows her bc she’s my best friend and it’s not like he is talking to her or looking for the opportunity to meet her but like ? I need some insight I’m not even sure how I feel about the situation. In a way it bothers me because I tend to take those comments in a way where I start to compare myself and i put myself down because I don’t look and will never be as pretty as them. On the other hand I understand it is very human to be attracted to other people and it’s okay to discuss it with your partner but it just doesn’t sit right with me.
For more context, the reason I think it bothers me more is because at the very beginning of our relationship we had a discussion because of some pictures I have in the cloud with my ex boyfriend. He got so jealous, we spent like 3 weeks fighting over that and that “I was not over him”, “that wasn’t right”, “it’s not okay to still have pictures with him when I’m seeing someone else” and now he comes up with that… like why I can’t but he can make those comments? I feel like he’s doing it to push me into being jealous but I need some input. I don’t know how to handle the situation.

TLDR: Our puppy is harassing my cats. Barking/chasing/trying to play. My cats hate it and they’re scared. I want them all to get along more than anything.
We have 3 cats. Our last dog was 15 and passed in February. She was a corgi and our cats were basically her cattle lol. They largely ignored each other but got along fine. It was actually fantastic because if we yelled at the cats for scratching the furniture our corgi would chase them away and run back to us looking for treats!
We got our 7 month old puppy nearing 2 months ago, and she still hasn’t gotten used to the cats. She gets extremely excited when she sees them and constantly wants to chase them and bark in their faces, which they hate. Apparently there was an elderly cat in her foster home before we got her who she was fine with. She’s not mean to them, she just wants to play, but my cats do not and I feel bad.
2 of them have basically sequestered themselves to the upstairs during the day (she’s not allowed upstairs because of this) while she’s out and only come downstairs to eat/play at night while she’s in her crate sleeping.
One of my cats likes to hang out in our dining room and is the least afraid of the puppy. He’ll stand up to her by hissing/growling and sometimes chase her back and swat at her when she gets too close. He hasn’t actually scratched her yet but I almost wish he would so she would learn to leave them alone. She gets a bit scared when he does this and hides behind me.
Another one of our cats will venture downstairs occasionally during the day but as soon as the dog gets sight of him, she will lurch to chase him and he’ll run back upstairs. We have a gate on the stairs to prevent her from following him and cornering him.
I mostly feel bad for my girl cat, who is extremely bonded to me and wants to be around me all the time. She has never come downstairs during the day since we got the pup and I feel terrible. She’s quite skittish in general but trusts me completely. I feel like I’ve barely spent quality time with her since the puppy which makes me feel absolutely awful.
I just want our dog to leave the cats alone, or at least be able to greet them calmly and respectfully. I think they might actually want to play with her if she wasn’t so crazy. She gets so worked up when our one cat won’t interact with her and it puts her in a crazy mood. The door to our backyard is in our dining room so she sees him most times we go to play in the yard.
Please help! I miss hanging out with my cats during the day and being able to interact with them downstairs. I feel like my bonded girl is a bit upset with me because I haven’t been able to give her the right amount of attention. I want them all to live in harmony lol. I feel horrible that my cats aren’t happy and are stressed because of the new dog.

I feel like everything is in shambles. I’m 19M. It’s college summer break. I’m broke. Never had a girl. Fat. Ugly. In credit card debt and to my father. Everywhere I apply to says no. Been made fun of because I’m broke or fat. Shit doesn’t seem to align in life. I feel like I’m being left behind. And my only response to that is to catch up even if it means sacrificing myself. I can’t really talk to my parents about this. I’m not raised to express feelings. I can tell the boys I’m depressed but it’s either as a joke or like just one rough day. And I’ve been like this since middle school. I have highs but overall I’m really in a constant low. At this point I wish I was high or drunk to make it fade away. My parents are going on vacation soon and all I can think of is to get drunk to get these feelings out my mind. I know I can’t get carried through life but some help. Some mercy. Don’t leave me alone. If this is growing up please promise me getting old gets better. I feel like everyone is having a better life while I just sit and watch

Yall, I’ve had this Reddit account for years but never actually used it. While enjoying my insomnia I decided to give it a whirl… and this shit is wild. After reading a ton of posts in this subreddit here are some things I think some of you need to know. (I’ve been with my husband for 10 years)
1.) Date him when you’re fat! - guys… the shear amount of posts where men can’t stand their wives weight and these women feel like they need to maintain the same body they had at 25 is INSANE! I’ve never been happier than I am tonight that my husband met me with a few extra pounds. 😂
2.) Find the unappreciated men! - if you’re looking for dudes who will love you for the long haul find the ones that flew under the radar! My husband is hot as hell, and is only getting better with age. He was a big kid and hit his glow up right before we met. He is humble and kind and women were stupid to pass him by.
3.) Suck it…. On more than his birthday
4.) Trade off on spoon positions! - don’t sleep on the power of being the big spoon! Im 5’4” and my husband is 6’2”. Sure his back is getting most of the love, but he keeps my boobs warm and he loves the change up.
5.) DO NOT LET FAMILY FUCK WITH YOUR RELATIONSHIP! - toxic family? Get your shit in order immediately! Communication is key with your partner and boundaries with family. You are each other’s priority. End of story.
6.) Rough times come in waves - You will continue to grow and change because that’s what humans do. Marriage means doing that together and often that comes at different times. Communication is crucial. Patience is a virtue, and sometimes you just gotta be the bigger person.
7.) Have hobbies and friends! - you don’t have to do everything together… seriously. You are still an individual! It’s ok to have your own time and space. My husband loves hiking. I would rather read in a hammock. He goes fishing and I would rather throw some clay. And that’s great! Have one or two things you love to do together, but don’t change everything about yourself to make someone happy. That’s dumb and will only lead to resentment.
8.) Own your sex life! - try new things, sit on his face, stick a finger somewhere… just laugh and enjoy 😉 ladies, I promise you that a true ride or die hubby will not care if your legs aren’t shaved and your thighs could crush a watermelon. Let go of those insecurities that are holding you back!
9.) Talk about kids/responsibilities BEFORE you get married! - I wanted kids, he didn’t. Accept that what your partner is telling you is what they mean! And then decide if they are worth the compromise. If you both want kids you damn sure better talk about childcare, chores, meals, money, etc. BEFORE you push out that bundle of potential divorce.
10.) You only get one life. - Really, just one… so make sure you’re with a person who you can look back in 40 years and think, damn… how lucky am I.

so basically I, (F19) have a history of men, its not something im proud of, i just tend to make shitty decisions when im under the influence of many things like alcohol or horniness. while im not saint, when i want to lock in, i do. i was in a year long relationship with a man and it went great but bec of some issues we broke up, no cheating involved.
recently, I have been going out a lot and meeting a lot of people including men. I met a guy who happens to own and host parties/clubs. I knew what I was getting into at first, but I wasn't thinking much of it i was just h0rby. After the first time we hooked up, I told myself never again because after we finished i saw his sheets were stained of cum not mine. I ghosted him for a bit, but then my demon came out again. And I saw him today. we had a lot of sex and cuddled naked and were sleeping on and off. While we were laying in bed together, I asked him what he wants to do with his life. And if he plans on And if he plans on just fucking bitches. his answers pleased me and he seemed shocked that a girl he was just hooking up w actually cared.
The thing about me is im a lover girl deep down. i just have some under lying issues that im working on. but i yearn for human connection.
shortly after our conversation, he asked if he could put a baby in me...point is our entire hang out was full of remarks saying that he wanted me to stop being a thot. We went and got food, and I ate with him and his little sisters together. he asked me what i was doing tmr and we made plans, there was a point where he said that his friends might go to our plans and I was like whyyy and he said you have to get along with my boys. It wasn't until minutes later I realize what he had said and I was like "wait why do I have to get along with your boys".. he smirked and i was like you want meeee and he said i want uu to stfu. we get to my house and he grabs my hand and kisses it and weve been texting since i got home. i told him i don't wanna fuck tmr and i said do u still wanna see me? he replied yes, then i went for a long shot and said we could go on a date. he seemed hesitant, but he agreed. then i texted him to figure it out im going to sleep gn. he said to spell it out and that ill see him tmr.
a couple questions: am i being delusional or does he want me for more than sex? if yes, what do i do? I feel like it would be hypocritical to say I can't cuff him because of his past. HELP

The title is exactly what i make it out to be - i believe that my family cannot be happy as long as i stay at home. I know it seems insane, but everday - its non stop fighting. whether it is about my weight, my long hours studying, or my playing video games. Im sure evn if i became the perfect son - there would still be figthing. I know im fuck ugly and fat,
but my real question is this - how can i make 14k a year in order to move out into dormitories? ive been job hunting for 5 months now with 0 luck - not even an interview. What can i do to earn that money?