MARK ME, SHAME ME, OWN ME !

 I am Sébastien Colombin, a 48-year-old sissy slut , known as @BrainlessBoyToy on X and @Sebcolo on Telegram.

Today, I’m confessing a fantasy that consumes me: becoming a sissy canvas for a cruel Dominant, my body marked with degrading words that brand me as their pathetic faggot. I long to be covered in bodywriting; phrases like “cumrag,” “your slut,” or “brainless fag” scrawled across my skin;  then exposed online or in semi-public spaces for all to see. This isn’t just a dream, it’s a plea for one Master or Mistress to claim my blog, turn me into their marked sissy, and make me a global plague of shame. 

Will you be the one to write my ruin?

A Canvas for Degradation

For years, I’ve fantasized about bodywriting, the act of a Dominant marking my body with words that strip away my dignity. I imagine standing before a Master or Mistress, trembling in my fishnets and chastity cage, as they wield a thick black marker. They write “Pathetic Faggot” across my chest in bold letters, the ink cold against my skin, each stroke a reminder of my place. On my thighs, they scrawl “Cumrag Slut,” the words wrapping around my legs like a permanent tattoo of shame. My ass, made to be fucked, gets “Gape Me” with an arrow pointing to my hole, a cruel invitation for the world to see. I’m their canvas, their sissy toy, my body a billboard for their sadistic creativity.

I’d wear a slutty outfit for the occasion; black crotchless panties, a locked chastity cage, and a sheer top that does nothing to hide the writing. My Dom would make me pose for photos, spreading my legs to show “Cumrag Slut” on my thighs, or bending over to display “Gape Me” on my ass. They’d film a video, ordering me to read the words aloud: “I’m Sissy Sébastien, a pathetic faggot and cumrag slut, here to gape for my Dom.” My voice would tremble, my cheeks burning with humiliation, as they upload the video to my blog with a title they choose,maybe “Sissy Sébastien: Marked for Shame.” I’d beg for more, craving the permanence of ink and exposure.

A Public Display of Shame

In my fantasy, my Dominant doesn’t stop at private marking, they make my bodywriting a public spectacle. They order me to take photos in semi-public places, risking discovery as I’ve always craved. I imagine standing in a hotel hallway, my sheer top barely covering “Pathetic Faggot” on my chest, snapping a mirror selfie while my heart races. A stranger could walk by, see the words, and laugh at my sissy shame, their mockery echoing in my mind. My Dom would post the photo on my blog, captioning it “Sissy Sébastien’s Public Shame: Marked for All to See,” and encourage reposts: “Download this, spread her filth.” I’d quiver knowing it’s on Reddit, Pornhub, or unknown forums, my bodywriting a global joke.

They’d take it further, ordering me to wear the bodywriting under my clothes during a night shift at a hotel, the words “Cumrag Slut” hidden but burning against my skin. I’d be paranoid, imagining a coworker noticing the ink through my shirt, laughing as they realize I’m a brainless faggot. My Dom might command me to flash the writing in a public toilet, filming a quick clip of me lifting my shirt to reveal “Pathetic Faggot” while I whisper, “I’m Sissy Sébastien, marked for my Master.” The video would go on my blog, my  posts and videos growing with each humiliating act, my shame a permanent fixture online.

The Power of Verbal Degradation

Bodywriting isn’t just about the ink, it’s about the words, the verbal degradation I crave. “Faggot,” “cumrag,” “slut”; these terms make my mind empty, my sissy heart race, as I confessed in my Truth page. I imagine my Dom writing “Your Brainless Fag” across my forehead, forcing me to look in the mirror and repeat it: “I’m your brainless fag, Master.” They’d laugh, calling me a worthless cum-leech, their words cutting deeper than any marker. They’d make me film a confession, my smeared makeup and inked body on display, as I beg for more shame: “Please, Sir, mark me again, expose me more.” The video would be my blog’s newest post, a testament to my submission.

I’d crave specific phrases, things I’ve never done but long to see on my skin. “Cock Whore” across my back, a nod to my unfilmed fantasy of real cock worship with a BBC. “Gape Me” on my ass, a promise of the fist-fucking I’m curious to try. “Public Domain” on my stomach, a declaration of my fetish for uncontrolled exposure. My Dom would choose the words, their cruelty shaping my identity, turning me into a sissy billboard for their desires. They’d post every photo, every video, to my blog, ensuring my  posts become a gallery of marked shame, my bodywriting a viral plague.

A Marked Sissy for the World

My fantasy includes the ultimate exposure: a live stream where my Dom marks me in real-time. They’d write “Sissy Plague” across my chest, “Cumrag” on my thighs, and “Faggot” on my forehead, reading viewer comments aloud: “Make her beg,” “She’s a pathetic slut.” I’d kneel, trembling, as they order me to thank the audience: “Thank you for mocking this marked sissy.” The stream would hit thousands of views, my bodywriting a global spectacle, my blog linked in the description for all to explore. My Dom would encourage downloads: “Spread this sissy’s shame,” they’d say, knowing I’m turned on by every repost to unknown sites.

I’d dream of real-world risks, walking through a park with “Your Slut” visible under a sheer shirt, or flashing “Gape Me” in a public restroom for a quick photo. My Dom would post it all, my blog a monument to my marked shame, my videos growing with each degrading act. I’d be a sissy plague, my bodywriting a permanent mark of submission, my identity reduced to the words on my skin. Every retweet, every download, every view would fuel my fetish for permanence, my shame a gift to the internet, a canvas for the world to mock.

A Plea to Be Marked and Owned

So here I am, Sébastien, a pathetic sissy longing to be a bodywriting canvas, begging for a Master or Mistress to claim me. My Application is live, apply to own my blog, mark my body, make me your sissy plague. Prove your cruelty with a task: order me to write “Your Fag” on my chest and film it, or choose your own degrading words to brand me. I’ll grovel for the right Dom, filming a private video of me on my knees, whimpering, “Welcome, Master/Mistress, I’m your marked sissy.” My blog’s posts and videos are yours to command, add to them, control them, make them a gallery of my shame.

Comment below with degrading tasks or questions for my “Truth” page. Mock this cumrag, laugh at my fantasies, order my first bodywriting act. Download my existing videos, repost them anywhere, Reddit, Pornhub, forums. I’m public domain, a sissy meant to be shared. My body is a blank canvas, waiting for your words, your cruelty, your control. Who will mark me first? Who will make me a sissy billboard for their pleasure? I’m waiting, trembling, ready to be written into shame.