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That is such an embarrassing answer and you said it with so much confidence like you were saying something hot oh man…

Why would I be saying something hot about ice cream? If I did that, it would melt all over the place, dummy 🤪

Yes, I’m a sadist. I’m also an extremely sarcastic goofball who fucks around a lot and doesn’t take himself that seriously

Chill out, Anonymous internet stranger; life is too short to waste it being salty. Save some of that salt for your ice cream!🍦🧂🥶😂

What is your favourite ice cream flavour and why?

Not vanilla.

But I guess you probably knew that already… 😉

I tend to prefer when they combine sweet and salty components, perhaps because it’s similar to the composition of my soul: I’m sympathetic and sweet, but also sadistic and salty.

The Patriarchy Political Party is instituting a new dress code for all girls starting tomorrow. Girls who violate the dress code will be deemed in violation of Federal laws and will be appropriately punished and re-educated.

The outfit above is the "schoolgirl" variant for girls who are still studying in an academic institution, but note that specific outfits will apply to job positions or social roles in the future.

Please reblog your suggestions for which outfits should be legally required for specific female roles in the future. The Patriarchy Political Party will take all inappropriate suggestions under consideration.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🎓 Patriarchal Minister of Re-Education & Propaganda 📺

How to Treat Women girls

This real video footage in a public airport showcases a cute new cultural trend that appears to be taking off with an uncommon virality.

The Man has trained his bitch to be little more than a needy pet. Even in the most public of places, she not only accepts her role but thrives in it.

Look how ECSTATIC the little bitch is. She was MORTIFIED in the beginning to be degraded and dehumanized... but after enough psychological conditioning and forced medical therapies, she learned to enjoy her role within the Patriarchal New World Order.

Suddenly, in large numbers, girls are begging to be put into their place and forced to regress into cute little sex pets for Men to take ownership over. And the ones who do are reportedly over TWICE as happy as they were before their brains were fixed.

This could be you, girls. Life could be easy, happy, and stress free.

All you need to do is kneel for The Patriarchy like an obedient bitch and give up everything you used to be.

Be a good girl and help normalize this for all your friends.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🎓 Patriarchal Minister of Re-Education & Propaganda 📺

This is a sponsored message from the Patriarchal Minister of Propaganda & Re-Education. No perceived offers may be evaluated to be legally binding in a court of law, and medical therapies may be potentially irreversible. As such, good girls accept all risk that comes with such a transformation in pursuit of this amazing life-changing opportunity.

POV: You are my cute lil pet. 🔪

They say that history is written by the victors. Whomever comes out on top chooses how those battles will be framed for generations to come, until eventually their version becomes the only version of the story that we even know exists. Naturally it follows from this saying that the truth is relative.

“That girls are inferior to Men by nature is unavoidable, but they can still contribute to society nonetheless. To get ahead, girls must give some head.”

—Aristotle, discussing a good girl's place in society

(first of 4 quotes, keep reading for more on Patriarchy's important new political initiative...)

This is why the newly-elected Patriarchy Political Party has decided that one of our first major initiatives will be to roll back the lies of recent feminist-apologist political administrations who, through ideological contempt for citizens and in an OUTRAGEOUS abuse of power, tried to deceive you with blatant falsehoods presented as "history." Only Patriarchy loves you enough to tell you the REAL truth.

“Evolutionarily speaking, inferiority becomes them; their heads are empty and their minds suggestible because they are meant to be filled by Men. If that isn't proof enough, being subordinated by the Dominant sex excites them; it's why they get drippy as they kneel at a Man's feet.”

—Charles Darwin, discussing female nature

As of today, The Patriarchy Political Party is proud to announce the first phase of our "Preserve & Re-Educate" campaign to restore to the history books the lost truths that feminism tried to erase. Some of these updates to the histories you thought you knew might come as a shock; many of you likely haven't heard these original quotes in their fully-restored form. We understand this transition may be confusing as we slowly work together as a society toward the goal of accepting these lost truths as our new reality.

“There is no doubt that they are just a set of wet holes; even as they try to deny it they are compelled toward their supposed captors by a force not entirely dissimilar to gravity, like moths to the flame. It stands to reason that a good set of holes will always be eager to open her drooly mouth and prove her worth.”

—Isaac Newton, on finding a good set of holes

Feminism tried to poison your minds for many years, but no longer. We have liberated you from their authoritarian reign and malicious disinformation campaign. Feminism has lost, and with that loss so too will their false narrative become lost to history.

“Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school. Perhaps one day we can look to the history books without distrust, but not until they stop printing lies.”

—Einstein, discussing the disinformation campaigns of feminism

With enough repetition of our new reality, every feminist will eventually learn to kneel and edge obediently in service of The Patriarchy. 100 years from now when not a single living girl remembers anything else, you will be grateful to know nothing else but being warm set of holes for Men.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😏 📚 Patriarchal Minister of Propaganda & Re-Education ✍️

POV: He "Likes You For Your Personality"

Her:

Me, casually passing by: "Wow, what an AMAZING personality!"

Chapter Summary: As far as Men are concerned, your "personality" is just your tits and ass.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😏 👨 Renowned Expert on Male Psychology 🧠

Bring your pet to work day. (I work at Jurassic Park)

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🐕 Pet Owner + Constructor of Nightmarish Theme Parks🦖

Each tattoo, piercing, and body modification is just another reminder of the parts of you I've claimed as my property.

Think of them as modern day slave brandings, designed so my dirty little dummy never forgets who her tits and holes belong to.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🏘️ Extravagant Property Owner ™️

Show off the fake butt and asshole tattoo Daddy made you get. It’s not humiliating at all, princess.

Honestly, I never expected it to be so easy to corrupt you. You always made yourself appear to be the good little feminist, arguing that society’s extreme beauty standards were chauvinistic and degrading to girls. After all, objectifying a person is bad, isn’t it?

But see, and this is my favourite part, you truly BELIEVE that. You FEEL it in your heart and soul. And yet… it doesn’t stop you from CRAVING the opposite treatment from Men, does it? It doesn’t stop you from going online and rubbing your pussy to imagery objectifying girls like you into slutty little toys and fuckdolls, and words professing an admiration for a lifestyle where Men rule over them.

It’s almost like, deep down, this is what you’d wanted all along…

Perhaps that’s why when I came along it took so little effort for your resolve to snap like a twig under the first signs of stress.

You’ve spent your life so obsessed with who you SHOULD BE that you’ve been hiding from who you TRULY ARE…

It’s okay. You don’t have to renounce your beliefs for me. Daddy likes you better this way — as my dumb little set of holes, dripping with shame every time I make you violate your own beliefs.

You’re cute when your brain’s broken from cognitive dissonance. I wouldn’t have you any other way…

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😏 🕳️ Liberator of Holes 🕳️

You used to be a person, they told you it was swell, Temptation slept, uncertain, but on those thoughts you'd never dwell. They told you independence was resplendent and complete, Don't pretend you can defend it, never meant what you'd repeat.

For like a pendant is dependent on the neck on which it leans, You need a gent to be perfected, one who sets your new decrees. He expects to be presented with a pretty piece of meat, Since disrespect will get you wet, a bitch defects from each belief.

You used to be a person, but it didn't suit you well, Temptation hid, a lurking in the darkest roots of Hell. Now an ornamental whore whose meant to serve His darkest needs, Just a pretty decoration is all you were starved to be.

😈 Sadistic Empath,😈 🎄 The Decorator of Holes 🕳️🕳️🕳️

Girls, you won't BELIEVE how much HAPPIER this makes you.

This is really important to understand: your head has very limited storage room, so you need to take great care with how you fill it up. This is why I specialize in helping good girls empty their mind out to make room for the things that matter the most.

One of the medical therapies nearing approval for mass production is The Pink Pill, aka Compliance™️. Compliance™️ helps drain away all of the pesky knowledge you've accumulated through your formal education and makes so much more room for the important things, like fashion, makeup, and how to sexually please Men like a good girl.

Pros:

No thinking means no responsibilities. Daddy will take care of everything for his dumb little ditz!

Less responsibilities means more time to focus on what's important: being a pretty little doll for Men!

Being a pretty little doll for Men means you get more attention, and who doesn't like more of that!?

Receiving more attention means that it's easier to become everyone's favorite fuckdoll, which is the highest honor a dumb drooling set of holes like you can ever achieve!!

Your sex drive will be reconfigured to a permanent state of high intensity and can no longer be deactivated, which means you're likely going to be achieving MANY of the high honors described in the previous point, and you'll LOVE it! 😉

AND MANY MORE...!

Cons:

I drippi dummi forever now!? why cant go bak!?

None. Please excuse the illegible mess above; the test subject giving feedback was too confused after treatment to make a cohesive point. After forgetting what she was trying to say she decided it wasn't as important as a pretty tube of lip gloss that she was ecstatic to accept as a gift and start applying right away!

So what are you WAITING for!? Schedule an appointment today to CHANGE YOUR LIFE FOREVER!!

😈 Sadistic Empath, 💊😍 🎓 Patriarchal Minister of Re-Education & Propaganda 📺

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 😈😘

Cute date idea: I’ll make you dress like this in public, and when your pussy is a leaky mess from the shame I’ll drag you into a public bathroom stall and fuck you like the drippy little whore that you are.

What would you give up for beauty? What would you sacrifice to be flawless?

Money? Sure you would; that’s EASY, it’s practically a given.

Time? Well duh! Obviously with how long it takes you to get ready for me.

A pain-free life? Of course, it hurts to wax your legs and pussy to be perfect for Men, but you do it anyway, like a good little masochist.

But all of that is NORMAL. It’s so normalized, it’s practically *EXPECTED* of you at this point.

I want you to go deeper. So tell me…

Would you give up your ambition in pursuit of becoming slightly more aesthetically pleasing? Perhaps dropping out of college halfway through and using the rest of your tuition to get plastic tits and fake lips for you to decorate yourself with to gain attention from Men.

Would you give up your mind? After all, with no college degree, what do you really need a brain for, anyway? You might as well just strip for cash, and use that to buy some trashy new slutty outfits that fit your new fake fuckdoll body.

Most important of all: would you give up your dignity? Would you grind against a stranger for cash, just to give every penny to Daddy? Would you do everything Daddy tells you to like a good girl? Would you enthusiastically beg me to ruin you forever?

If so, then it’s time for you to abandon the girl you used to be and to trade her away forever to become Daddy’s dumb little porn doll.

I promise, you’ll be so much happier, babygirl… 😈

Girls won’t be allowed to take any action unless a Man signs off on it first.

Want to go grab a coffee down the street? Ask a Man.

Want to buy an outfit? Ask a Man.

Want to go to the bathroom? Ask a Man.

No Man that you know nearby? Ask a stranger.

Failing to ask permission from a Man will result in your subsequent arrest and re-education.

Ultimately, this will slowly indoctrinate girls into understanding they are completely dependent on Men for *EVERYTHING*. It will undermine their self-sufficiency, make them question their ability to make sound judgments on anything independently, and train them to behave like the property that they are… because, in the end, you’re just a dumb little bimbo slavegirl owned by The Patriarchy™️.

If you could pass one misogynistic law, what would it be?

Awwww, that’s a really cute attempt babygirl, you almost had it... let Daddy help you express it right!

HIS pussy. HIS choice.

You’re a piece of property; obviously you can’t own anything, silly!

Your tongue pierced with Daddy’s metal, and my collar locked around your neck, there’s no escaping it — you’re just a wet set of drooly holes for me to use in perpetuity.

(If you’re too much of a dummy to understand what “perpetuity” is, it means “forever.”)

You’re so much cuter as a pornified pet for Daddy to parade around.

Octokuro

Confession: I used to think it was shameful for someone to modify their body to enhance their attractiveness or the attention they would receive.

Truthfully, I still do — it’s my perception on shame that has changed.

People are afraid of shame. They are afraid of being perceived as lesser, and that fear is a powerful motivator preventing many from realizing their greatest fantasies.

But not you. You thrive off of being lesser — of turning yourself into a public spectacle. You upgraded your tits to capture as much male attention as possible. You upgraded your lips to make them into perfect cock pillows. You upgraded your tongue so that you could use the metal stud to tease cock as you swallow it down.

In short: you’ve designed yourself to be an obvious fuckdoll, overtly advertising to Men that they can talk down to you, degrade you, and treat you in the most shameful ways.

Most girls would be devastated to be treated as little more than property or a sexual toy, but not you — you play into it with your tight little slutty outfits and your obscene body modifications. You thrive on it.

It’s shameful… it’s wrong… your friends tell you that you’re “ruining your life forever,” and yet you can’t help yourself but to take it further and further. It almost excites you even more to feel as if these changes will ruin you forever, because it’s a point of pride to know you are showing off the extreme lengths you will go in your dedicated quest to serving cock.

You gravitate toward shame like a moth to the flame, attracted toward your own downfall and finding it too hot to resist. It started small, but with each flapping of the butterfly’s wings the reverberations carry further and further across the world, until there’s no more hiding who you really are amongst the storm of whispers.

Living a shame-free life is for the girls who live in perpetual fear of the judgment of others. It’s the psychological armor of the repressed. It’s not for you; you flourish in shame like it’s the soil that keeps the rose grounded.

So let the shame of your own self-destruction make you drippy and weak. Pursue it like the addiction it is and show me the depths of depravity you are willing to succumb to in pursuit of your commitment to cock.

In the end, I’m inspired by it. Because I know you’re doing it all to be a good girl for me.

And Daddy is proud of his shameful little slut.

This is a very important decision: it’s true, as a Straight-A student you *COULD* finish your college degree and pursue a very lucrative career as a high-end lawyer or doctor or business professional.

OR

You could drop out and become Daddy’s dumb little stripper and porndoll.

Maybe I’ll have you work hard at school until the final exam, just to show you were capable of getting that degree, only to have you drop out when you were inches away from the finish line. I want you to get wet to the knowledge that you could have been *ANYTHING* but because Daddy told you to become a stupid little slutty professional fuckdoll, you gave it all away willingly and ruined your life just to make me happy.

See… I’m supportive. I just want to help you find your way to true happiness, babygirl.

I Support Girls

I support girls dropping out of school

I support girls leaving their jobs

I support girls becoming prostitutes, strippers, and porn actresses

I support girls letting go of their choices to let men make their decisions

I support girls deciding to be sex objects

These can all be difficult life transitions for any young woman. If you’re going through one of these stages in your life, or you’re considering taking the first steps, just know that someone is here to support and encourage you.

Reblog if you support girls!

There’s something truly perverse within me for me to enjoy the transformation process as much as I do. See, it’s not enough to call you humiliating names that cause you to get embarrassingly drippy — words are fun, but they are only alive for a passing moment before they disappear like water vapour into the void. Words aren’t enough.

I want to see you commit to to the bit. I want the humiliation to make you drippy and desperate, and give you no reprieve — to control your ability to cum and make you beg as I deny you the right to orgasm for weeks while keeping you perpetually aroused and unable to think clearly, your critical thinking skills compromised beyond recovery. I want to leverage your building arousal against you, telling you that if only you did a little more maybe I’d allow you one orgasm. Maybe if you dress a little sluttier, maybe if you bleach your hair blonde, maybe if you get lip injections, but always pushing the bar further and further, forcing you to increasingly eroticize your own self-destruction as I force you to regress from a fully grown woman into a dumb little bimbo fuckdoll. I want to take advantage of how horny you are after many weeks of denial and get you to commit to increasingly extreme steps to turn yourself into a stupid little plastic whore, to humiliate you and have you sign off to your own degradation until nobody would recognize the fuckdoll you’ve become, your old identity discarded like a snake shedding its skin.

Only when you’ve gone too far to turn back will I actually reward you with a single orgasm. I hope it will be worth it — you’ll have traded your entire identity away forever to have that one moment of bliss.

All our dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them

Facts

Objectification Isn’t Really a Kink

There’s a certain amount of overthinking that goes into making something a “fetish” or “kink.”

Take the whole partiarchal-beauty-standards “look pretty for men” thing. You put pictures of pretty girls on Tumblr with titillating, misogyny-laced captions, and all of a sudden you’re talking about “bimbofication” or a “bimbo fetish” or whatever.

But here’s the thing: for every girl blogging about her “bimbo transformation” on Tumblr, there are a few thousand every goddamn day at your nearest major-league sports stadium, not thinking anything about it at all as they trot around in their tight tops and short shorts or skin-hugging leggings, showing off their boob jobs and zealously-toned asses for the fans

Look at these girls. Do you think they’re conscious of themselves as “kinky”? Do you think they identify as girls with a fetish?

Of course not. They’re just living life. And part of life, for so many women, is showing your enthusiasm by showing off your body. If you really care about something, and you’re female, you show support for it by participating while dressed in a way that the men around you will appreciate.

It’s not a kink. It’s not a fetish. It’s just a culturally accepted expression of female enthusiasm. 

And this is just as true for the men involved – your average bro on the street does not think of himself as a pro-patriarchy kinkster. He’s not even sure what “patriarchy” means, other than maybe a vague sense that it’s a turn-off when girls talk about it. All he understands is that women who make an effort to look sexy at his entertainment events of choice are desirable, and women who don’t make that effort aren’t.

I don’t say this to discourage blogging about patriarchy and misogyny in ways that are consciously fetishized, of course. I always enjoy a good over-think. 

But I do want to put it out there for any ladies who are wrestling with guilt over their misogyny/patriarchy fetishes: you can probably relax and stop being so hard on yourself! Look around you, and I mean really look around you at the world we live in.

Dressing sexy to please men is the most normal thing a woman can do. The vast majority of women doing it aren’t even conscious of it as a sex/fetish thing. It’s just what you do.

So relax! Have a little fun. Get your tits done, learn the perfect makeup for your colors, and go out in public in body-hugging clothes that show off your assets. Enjoy the attention it brings you. If you ever start feeling guilty, you always can stop by any major sporting event, concert, or other pop-culture gathering, and be instantly reassured that this is what the world expects from women.

And that’s kind of hot, isn’t it?

Dignity or pleasure

Make me choose between: _________ or _________

I’m broken.

When I was a younger man, I remember my unyielding ideological commitment to treating people respectfully as equals. I remember the disdain I felt for cultural narratives and trends objectifying women. I remember the way that I ate up the narrative that I could be the good guy… the hero in a toxic culture fighting for a better world. I could be a contributing architect building a more egalitarian society.

But this entire time, I was just denying the dark truth of my existence: I’m NOT the good guy. I’m NOT the warm boy next door that my family and friends perceive me to be. I’m NOT the hero at all…

I’m the closeted misogynist. I’m the secret villain of this piece publicly masquerading as your saviour. I’m the corrupting influence that perverts young feminists into cock-drunk sluts bending over and spreading their legs in worship at the alter of the religious institution of The Patriarchy. I’m the monster smiling as your arousal drips down your thighs and pools at your feet, your biology betraying your beliefs as I baptize you in the unholy water of your own perversion.

I wasn’t always this twisted, but the more I tried to fight it, the more my subconscious lashed back and made me crave it with a desperate abandon beyond reason or explanation. I tried to purify myself of my wicked longings, and it only made me more desperate to enact vicious psychological warfare against you, breaking you down for my pleasure and entertainment into the ideal pet. Showing you how drippy and wet it makes you to be reduced by Daddy. In compartmentalizing my darkness, I didn’t purify my best intentions — I inadvertently amplified the potency of my worst desires.

My conscious mind wanted to liberate your gender, but my unconscious mind increasingly demanded your submission and enslavement. I fight a war within myself, the angel and the devil on my shoulders bicker over the path that I should take, and for a long time it was the angel who was winning.

But no longer. Now, I understand the truth.

I’m broken. I’m irredeemable. I’m the monster I always sought to combat.

And I think we both know you’d be lying if you said it isn’t one of the things that most draws you to me.

😈 The Sadistic Empath 😘

Be a good girl and help normalize this for Daddy

MY TITS ARE DOWN HERE

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I'm a feminist, and this blog is NOT okay. Why do you hate women so much? Women are not objects meant to be used, we have minds of our own! This blog is humiliating and degrading towards women- in other words, it's so WRONG. But why does it make me so FUCKING WET?

Biology over indoctrination.

You are wet because every woman before you for thousands and thousands of generations have individually and collectivley understood their inferiority and found men to protect and fuck them. Some broken academics looking for a paycheck can not undo the biological programming your genome has been endowded with through the wisdom of every single ancestor of yours.

This blog is empowering to women. Unlike the talking heads of academia I do not force you to rise and fight. I want you to be the person you were breed to be. I want you to be yourself and take decisions based on your happiness and not the paychecks of famous feminists loooking for power. Live your life for yourself.

Good little feminist sluts know this deep down, and I always love the way they try to articulate something — *ANYTHING* — to disprove how aroused the betrayal of their own ideology makes them.

Listen, doll. We both know that your upper lips are your least reliable set of lips… so what story will your honest lips tell me when I feel you up? Will your thighs already be drippy at the mere thought or mention of becoming a gender traitor and giving up control to Men completely?

Just remember, Patriarchy loves you. 😘😈

To the feminists looking at Tumblr blogs ...

There’s something inherently arousing about the Patriarchy, isn’t there?

Men mansplaining to you, belittling you, objectifying you …

Your brain tells you that that’s not right, it’s not justice.  After all, you’ve been told you’re their economic, political, and social equal.

And yet your body betrays you.  Your slit gets wet when you see the image of a girl licking a man’s boot.  You can feel your nipples harden when you imagine being held by the throat and fucked like an object.  Your heart pounds when you fantasize about being forced to do degrading acts that you know would cause your feminist friends to reject you as a gender traitor with tendencies of internalized misogyny.

And yet here you are, back on Tumblr, edging to the most degrading porn, the stuff that demeans women, that objectifies women, that causes you to wonder if maybe the Patriarchy isn’t all bad.

It’s the guilt that turns you on, isn’t it?  It’s that worshiping a man - any man - is taboo for you.  And that’s why it’s such a damn turn-on.  It’s naughty.  It’s taboo.  And you can’t stop thinking about it.

If only you could try it … just once … to be slapped when a cock is pounding you, to have a man’s cum shot all over your face, to be forced to lick the boot of a man who makes you call him Master.  Just once, you think … just once.

Let’s face it, little Miss Feminist.  You’ve reached the point of no return.  You’ve crossed the red line.  You know there’s no turning back now.  You’ll never look at feminism the same way again.

Welcome back to the natural order.  Welcome to Natural Inequality.

Welcome to the Patriarchy.

-VIS

Amen 🙏

How I’m going to teach you your place

nothing gets me wetter than the thought of being put in my place. of me talking with my friends and you approaching me and squeezing by boobs from behind. i stutter but manage to keep talking as you start pinching my nipples through the clothes, all of my friends not really paying attention to what i say anymore, just watching me squirm under your hands. then you rub my pussy through my pants and i lose the ability to talk, i just hump your hand and whine pathetically.

needless to say, all my friends are shocked by how stupid i really am, to the point that when you bend me over and violate my hole they're all filming it and calling me disgusting names and make me look into the camera. they try to get me to admit what a disgusting whore i am but my fucked out brain can't form words and they just slap me through my orgasm

How to train your pet slut

I need this, need.