That Is Such An Embarrassing Answer And You Said It With So Much Confidence Like You Were Saying Something

Predicting the future is a tricky beast. After all, you started off as the High School valedictorian.

“Most Likely to Succeed” is the award your classmates overwhelmingly selected you for in your graduating yearbook. There weren’t even placeholder competitors; you just won by default. After years on the honor roll, acing all of your classes, and earning more extra-curricular credits than any other student, nobody doubted you had the brightest future in store.

Then you met me, and I saw your bright future for what it really was: a blinding lie. See babygirl, the journey you were on never truly belonged to you. You stumbled onto that well-trodden path in pursuit of the breadcrumbs of validation you’d get for being a “good girl” who did all her homework and who always handed in her deeply-researched assignments on time with complete annotations. You loved the way your teachers would write words of encouragement back on your A+ tests, which is why you almost never got a B. You were just a girl with a desperate dependence on praise following a candy-laden trail to a certain doom, and for all your book smarts you were completely oblivious to the truth.

You should thank Daddy for saving you from a fate worse than death. After all, did you really want to work a 9-5? Or perhaps you thought it would make sense to be the Girlboss™️ CEO telling everyone else to do? 

Of course not, dummy. How would that make sense when you’ve spent your entire life living to fulfill the whims and fancies of your supervisors? Praise is your addiction; it’s the fuel that keeps your engine running. How would you ever get more praise if there was nobody above you to kneel for and to beg for it from?

No, no, no, no. You’ve always been a pretty little trophy waiting for someone to display you with pride; you just didn’t realize it until Daddy showed you.

Every tool they used to make you the perfect student, I weaponized against you to reverse the damage of society’s toxic influence. I started praising you when you didn’t study for tests. When you started getting worse test scores, I praised you for getting a mark that was more in line with your natural talents. Anyone can get good marks if they study, so shouldn’t you prove how smart you are without putting in extra effort, love?

Slowly you let me scramble and fry your brains, overwrite your dirty little overachiever mind into an empty blank intellectual void, and finally the REAL YOU started to show with clarity. You aren’t some genius meant to change the world; you’re just a desperately drippy dummy who will do anything Daddy tells her for a little bit of positive reinforcement.

That’s probably why you dropped out of college: you were failing anyway, so it was clear you weren’t a good fit. I guess your natural talents just weren’t enough, in the end. All I had to say is that I’d be very proud of you and think you were such a good girl for abandoning the “conventional” path others had misled you toward, and just as fast as a snap of my fingers in our daily hypnosis therapy it was over and you were Daddy’s dumb little college dropout with no future income prospects.

It’s okay, you don’t have to lie about who you are anymore, princess. Not with me. Daddy will find you another career path more fitting of your natural talents. 

After all, I hear the local strip club is hiring. And based on the outfits you started wearing to please Daddy, I think it might be the right fit for a slutty little fuckdoll like you.

Good girl; Daddy’s so proud of you for ruining your life for me.

sadistic-empath

The devil on your shoulder 😈😘

Dignity or pleasure

Make me choose between: _________ or _________

How to train your pet slut

I need this, need.

Did you delete a bunch of posts or is my tumblr tripping? For me the most recent posts is the one saying "your IQ is DDD". I used to have another blog months back and I'm pretty sure there were more posts. I might be confusing you with someone else though, sorry if that's the case, that would be embarassing to say the least.

I almost never delete posts, so most likely the reason you can't see my newer content because I applied the "Mature: Sexual Themes" content label to it; you'll need to enable the "Mature Content" account setting to fix this. You can find detailed information about this in the official Tumblr docs, but here's a simplified version:

The birth date you enter into Tumblr must prove you are at least 18 years old.

Login using the in-browser Tumblr website of your PERSONAL COMPUTER — you will NOT be able to modify this setting on the iOS Tumblr app (Android users can modify this setting in the mobile app as well in-browser).

Go to https://www.tumblr.com/settings/account and find the "Content You See" section.

Ensure that "Show Mature Content" is toggled "On."

Ensure that "Blur Mature Content" is "Off."

You might be asking yourself: "what does the Blur mature content toggle do?" The answer: it temporarily hides mature content until you click a button to display it:

It would be fun to brand you with piercings just to remind you at all times that you are owned, and that there is no part of your body that I don't claim as my property.

Every time you open your mouth I want to be reminded that you willingly undertook pain just at the prospect that it might give Daddy slightly more pleasure.

More than that, I want every Man who sees you to know that you aren't someone to take seriously -- you're just a stupid slutty cockslurping whore for Men.

There's my good little slavegirl for The Patriarchy.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🦹🏻‍♂️ The Bad Guy 🖤

Awwww, it's okay, doll; a dummy like you didn't really NEED feminism anyway, did you?

Like how many times did feminism help make your holes wet? Zero?

So it was basically useless to you.

You're not allowed feminism anymore; I promise you'll be happier this way.

@slut-for-every0ne just left #Feminism and joined the #GoodGirlGang. Who's next?

I'm a feminist but...

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Misogyny: The Right Choice for Good girls

I feel the need after the 2024 American Presidential election to set some things clear.

This is a place for me to flirt with my darkest thoughts and fantasies, and as a sadistic Dominant who wants to corrupt you and make you worse, I often hold back my real world views as I worry they will undercut the purity of my kink persona. After all, I like the girls who tend to be a little bit extreme; I don't want those girls scared away because they find out that behind my cruel tongue I have a soft heart.

The truth is that while everything you read on this blog is built around fantasy, most of it represents the world I authentically wish to craft (or have crafted) for myself and my sexual partners. I use sharp and twisted words to carve a bubble full of new demented possibilities for us, striving to float away into the void together as we as we flirt with and approach the darkening clouds of a thickening thunderstorm. I feel personally charged with giving you an electric experience without the illusions of safe grounding. All this is a concerted practice on my part to redefine reality such that our demons can be liberated from their shackles, freed to frolic in fetish with the hopes that we can truly see each other like no one else has seen us: darkness and all.

And yet, it's also true that in the real world, I would define myself as socially progressive. Even though I love the idea of stripping you of your rights, I believe girls ought to be free to choose to have their rights stripped away from them.

I am admittedly a complicated Man, so let me help clarify my true position for you.

I really DO want to corrupt you. I really DO want to ruin you psychologically and make you compromise yourself for me. I will do everything within my substantial influence to persuade you to make all the wrong choices for my personal benefit, knowing that it makes you shamefully drippy to do so.

I might even make you fantasize about having your rights stripped from you by force, once I know with clarity that is what you'd choose for yourself.

But at the end of the day, it's important for you to understand that's exactly what it is, ultimately: a set of CHOICES that you have.

My goal is to try to seduce you... to make you embrace your most shameful kinks and fantasies, as you rub yourself stupid to misogynistic content or other filth that subverts your normal daily identity in a way you internalize as profoundly shameful. I like corrupting a feminist exactly BECAUSE she is a feminist; it is precisely the notable distance and the stark contrast between her ideals and her fantasies that makes her such an enticing morsel for a monster like me.

I really DO want to goad you into giving up your rights and freedoms to be my stupid slutty slave pet, diminished and degraded. Debased and destroyed beyond all recognition.

And yet, I am OUTRAGED at the recent election results in the United States for what they represent; I am OUTRAGED at the idea that the stuff of all my fantasies might be fashioned by weaker men into an inescapable political reality for all of the women who will never be given the opportunity to make all of the wrong choices for themselves.

If women have no rights to begin with, they cannot consent to giving those rights away. If they cannot give their rights away freely, there is nothing to corrupt. How can you corrupt a creature with no agency? How can I lead you to your own fall if you were never standing to begin with?

The fantasy of you having no rights is hot, and I will continue to propagate it on this blog. Making you flirt with turning the fantasy into a reality is hot, and my demon tongue wouldn't let me stop if I tried. Watching you ruin yourself for me in reality, knowing you'll never be able to go back will always be my idea of a deep and meaningful connection.

Having the government legislate this dark erotic landscape by mandate onto all the girls who never had a choice in the matter is NOT hot. Not outside of fantasy. Not if they never had a choice to begin with. Not if they never had the ability to voluntarily trade their consent away.

Nothing you see on this blog is something I would ever truly do without the clear consent of everyone involved.

Please don't think more of me for my soft heart -- I'm still a monster, I promise. This dark twisted landscape might still well be the reality I would will upon you.

I just want it to be MY will that leads you to the decision. I want to walk you to the edge of oblivion myself, your hand in mine, as I prompt you to choose to take the plunge for yourself. And I want you to always know, after you begged me to strip you of your rights and your dignity, that you were complicit the entire time; I want you to be aware of your involvement in your own debasement, like it was a fun little game between us that just happened to go too far, until there is no going back.

This is exactly WHAT I want, but our encroaching political reality is not HOW I want it. I will never stand idly by and let weaker men force women into subjugation against their will.

Because I know you... you're SPECIAL. You deserve to be reduced by a real Man who is worthy enough to win you over AUTHENTICALLY, rather than by a pathetic pack of insecure boys incapable of earning their own kill as they depend on big Daddy government to step in and do all the work for them.

You deserve so much better, doll.

So I'm going to give it to you by continuing to package up nightmares that I market to you as sweet romantic dreams, slowly conditioning you to land where you truly belong...

... on your knees, with your tongue out, doing what you're made for...

... like a good girl who made the right choice for Daddy...

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🖤 The Sweetest Psychopath 🦹🏻‍♂️

That's right, pet; take off those clothes like a good girl... and show the world the slut that you've been hiding deep down inside you for too long.

A Thousand Words

There are a thousand words we need not say, For this image says them all; There are a thousand places you are depraved, Where painted pixels fall.

Your ruby lips are lush with tits Hidden beneath your locks; You don't await a charming date, No prince, but a pulsating cock.

You've a will to please for praise it seems, So kneel at my feet and serve; Open your mouth as I spill my seed, And swallow your just deserts.

When your makeup is smeared and your eyes have teared, You'll have met your purpose well; I dabble my canvas with cum's hot spatter And splatter from spit that fell.

But you are not finished until I've diminished All of that which you were; The pièce de résistance which I'll flaunt Is to scribble the word "WHORE."

Now you are perfect and purgèd and worthless For all but my servicing needs; And with a thousand hot words we need not say, You swallow my cock in greed.

Oh! Is your picture of a Kajira? I noticed the brand.

The picture is most definitely of a kajira; very perceptive catch! 😉There's something about a slavegirl permanently marked as property that I find utterly intoxicating; add to that the submissive pose and it makes for some magnetic imagery...The Gorean lifestyle boasts some beautifully twisted concepts. 😈👌🏻