Fuckmeat and emotive words

The word "fuck" is such an emotive word, or can be. It is the sort of word that gets used so often that sometimes the meaning changes so often it is hard to keep up.

How many times I have I said "Oh fuck" when something has gone wrong? lots...hundreds...not many in his hearing because it is not allowed, but occasionally they spill out and I am given a short and often sharp reminder about manners.

Then there is the "Oh fuck it'...when you have tried to do something, really tried and for what ever reason it is just not achievable and the Ohfuckt(one word) comes out as you give up and walk away, or the more  resigned than exasperated "oh..... fuck it" as you give into something, usually something that cannot be addressed, cannot be changed and so it precedes an acceptance of some sort.

Then there is the explosive stub your toe "FUCK"  that needs no other clarification other than that we all say it, it may not be the F word, but we all have a word for those moments in life.

Some people use Fuuuuuckinghell/shit /insert own expletive" as a cry of disbelief at something they have seen or heard.
And so the list can continue...almost endlessly..................but for me its when he joins the "fuck" word with  the "meat" word and calls me "fuckmeat" , that what affects me the most. These are two of my least favouite words when put together, they make me cringe inside , they make me feel debased and fill me with a sense of humiliation and  indicate a change of purpose.

 When he calls me fuckmeat, it is often in the third person, he talks about me as a thing, an entity to be used for his pleasure, I become nothing other than that.The phraseologyd he uses continues to become more an more objectifying ."There is the fuck meat....the fuck meat will be used and abused" and so it continues.

When I am with him, and I am fuckmeat, he is rough; grabbing and pulling, twisting, probing, examining, pulling me apart, opening my cunt, pegging it open and tying it open to my legs, my arms and legs stretched wide open as he continues his painful exploration of what is his, or he drags me around degrading me, tying me up .........legs and arms twisted around each other and leaving me in the corner to wait for his use.........................

And when he has finished with his physical "abuse" of his fuckmeat, he starts on the verbal humiliation. He often never even calls me fuck meat directly.........but by the time he has finished that is what I want, I want to be called it more than anything............. because it is better than being referred to as "it" or "meat" or "fuckmeat". And then the fucking begin.

By now I am usually spaced out, filled with humiliation and ready to do anything to stop the feeling and for him to see me as he usually does, but knowing it will not stop until he has finished , until it has served its purpose, either for him or for me...............but before that happens I am fucked...........my face is fucked hard till my jaw aches and my hair hurts from the pulling and twisting, or the back of my head where I am places against the wall as he rams his cock into my mouth, filling my throat.

My cunt is fucked as he drives himself into me with an insatiable desire as he twists and slaps me, pinching my nipples, pulling them, holding my tits by the nipple and slapping them......he fucks me as my arse is filled with whatever he deems is right to fill it with and then he fucks my arse.......once more driving into me............holding onto my hips and fucking his meat............

 And he questions me as he fucks me about what I am , what I have become for him, what I will do for him and why...................

 And I am filled with humiliation as I tell him "I am meat Sir, I am fuckmeat, to be used Sir,"

'I am fuck meat"

I am fuck meat"

And as he drives into me over and over again I repeat these words until his cums fills me...........and when he is spent I am left ......exposed  and the probing starts again as he examines the damage to his property and he watches me as the effects of his word and actions catch up with me, and he waits to see the impact it has had, and he calls me to him, gentle words ..."come to my my little piece of fuck meat, come to me........" and I crawl to him and hold on tight as he comforts me.


And I hate what I have become, the feelings inside me............. but it is what he wants and as he tell me I am a good girl and he is happy I hold on tighter and smile a\up at him..............and he wipes away the tears.

Oh fuck!

Beginning by fucking my face.

We sat for what seemed like hours like that, the warmth from his body filling me, thawing me out. I sat very still, feeling only my breathing, completely relaxed, filled with happiness.....and complete.

His hand began to slowly trace down my spine, one vertebrae at a time, slowly up and down, sometimes with the lightest of pressure, sometimes with the edge of a fingernail, or pressing hard with his thumb.

Inevitably I began to squirm, to wriggle when it tickled, but a quiet whisper of "still" in my ear resulted in me concentrating on the feel of his hand on me, nothing else, just his one hand.

As this one hand gently traced once more down my back, his other hand traveled up the inside of my leg, pried my knees open and he slipped two fingers into my dripping cunt.
He knows my body so well; each inch, inside and out. he knows where to touch, where to rub, what happens when he pinches me, how my body reacts. He knows how to bring me to the very edge and at the last second to stop and leave me a begging mess.

And with just those three fingers, this is what he did.......................and as I took the breath to use to beg to be allowed to cum, he slid his fingers from my cunt, ran them up over one very erect  nipple and pushed them deep into my mouth.

My whole body was shaking with the need to cum, but I knew I wasn't allowed. He took my hand and placed it on his jeans, and finally I was to be allowed to touch him, to touch his cock.

I unzipped him, and was about to reach my hand inside, when he pulled my face down with his fingers still in my mouth. He held it just above his cock, and I could see it hard and straining to get out.............

Within a second, his fingers were out of my mouth, replaced by his cock, and his hand pushing down on the back of my head, forcing his cock deep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, filling me, stopping my breathing.

 He held my nose, and held me down until I felt like I would pass out or vomit, or both..................all that was on my mind was him, and his cock, of pleasing him , so he would allow me to breath once more.

Just at the moment when I felt I could last no more, he pulled my head back, as far as it would go, his cock falling from  my mouth and I remember gasping for air before he brought my head back down and rammed his cock in again. Over and over again he repeated this, sometimes holding my nose, sometimes not, and throughout this he never once took his eyes from my face.

He put both hands on the side of my head, and fucked my face; over and over again, with each thrust forcing his cock deep into my throat, until as he came and filled my throat, he once more held my nose as I felt him shoot down inside my throat.

He pulled my head back once more and left me there; on my knees in front of him, gasping for breath,tears running down my face, drool and cum dripping from my mouth and once more his hand reached between my legs, opening me..........................he pinched my clit between his finger and thumb until I yelped and begged him to stop.

"Oh stop slave? stop...I haven't even started yet!"

 And squeezing both nipple bars he pulled me to my feet and put me across his knee.