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Rape apologist

no ❤️ but thanks for completely misunderstanding what the meaning of consent is . Well done

before:

after:

it stops me thinking for a while and daddy loves when I pet regress n i feel cute . therapy is too much work this is a win won win win situation

My brain any time I'm talking to daddy : woof woof be a good girl love love love slutty girl woof woof I am a sex toy i am a bimbo slut obey obey be a good girl woof 🫠🥰

I strongly identify with Tinkerbell, I too will die without attention.

Train me to be your perfect wife

You didn't realize it until your husband teased you about it. When he slaps you, you spread your legs. You don't think about it, it's just a reflex.

Then he started using it to show what a good wifey you are. How well trained you are. Showing all of his friends how you understand the best way to apologize is to offer up your cunt.

But it didn't stop there. You realized whenever he pushed your head down, you started drooling. You knew you were getting cock soon and the drooling would begin. You are his trained bitch and you love it.

You thought you might find being your man's tradwife to be suffocating. But it made your world manageable. All of that overwhelming noise is gone. All of that pressure is gone. And you have time. Does your husband require you to be fully put together when you go out? Yes. But you have time to do it. Better yet, it's self care. You feel better knowing you are put together. And it's hard to take the bitchy comments seriously when it comes from someone in stained sweatpants.

Pretty please?

Your husband took you on a picnic. Taking you to a lovely secluded spot where it was just the two of you. Once the blanket is spread, he reaches out and takes off your hat. Then he lifts your sundress over your head. Tossing it onto the blanket as your hat is put back on you. Next is your bra and panties. Leaving you in your pretty hat, garter belt, stockings, and your heels.

When you try to cover yourself, he doesn't let you. Telling you that your modesty is for the world, but you are his whore. His hands spread your legs. You can feel him eyeing his property. And you blush, but don't discourage him.

He let's you feed him. Letting you fulfill that need to take care of others. To please him not just with your holes but your service.

When the food is gone, you find yourself in his arms. The warm sunlight on your skin. Your eyes closed as you enjoy how wonderfully empty your brain is. No anxiety. No insecurities screaming in your head. Just the satisfaction of being a good wife.

You remember meeting your husband. It was a summer internship you had been accepted for. And your husband to be was your boss. You made so many mistakes at first. He was so patient and corrected you. Again and again. But the third time you made the same mistake, he lost his temper.

You found yourself over his lap. Even with your dress down and panties covering, it hurt. But being over an older man's lap, getting a spanking you deserved had you wet. Over the weekend you replayed the memory over and over again while masterbating.

The following Monday, he apologized, pointing how you could get ahold of HR. You just smiled and said you deserved it. The spankings continued. And your masterbation became more frequent.

As your masterbation increased, the hem lengths of your skirts went up. You were being a little cock tease and you knew it. Flashing your panties or lack of them.

One day, you were called into his office. "There are multiple complaints to HR about your attire." His hand grabbing your wrists before he slaps you. "You work for me. Your appearance and behavior reflect on me. Didn't you have a father to teach you how to behave?"

Anger coloring his face. "Do you think you are the first silly little girl who thinks being a cocktease will get her promoted? Maybe you should learn what happens to whores like you."

Your flimsy panties torn away. His hand covering your mouth as you can hear the rest of the office working. Pinned to the wall as he raped you. "Did you just cum from being raped?" He snarled into your ear. And you had.

When he finished, he looked at you with disgusting. "Go home and tomorrow come back not looking Iike a whore."

You rubbed yourself raw that afternoon. Replaying every detail. The smell of his colonge and skin. How helpless you felt. The satisfaction of getting a man off. How even raping you, he was better than your fumbling boyfriend.

The next day, you went into his office. In a much more modest outfit. As wonderful as getting what you deserved had been, disappointing him seemed like a fate worse than he'll.

"Sign this. It's your resignation letter. It's clear you need a man with a firm hand taking care of you. And I can't date subordinates. So you need to quit. Be ready for me to pick you up at eight. Wear something dressy. I am taking you somewhere nice."

And he did. Not long after, you dropped out of college. Now you are a happy housewife.

I am once again reaffirming that I should not have to work this hard for this little money.

If I didn’t want to have to weed through all the scams I’d start looking for a sugar daddy 😂🤦🏼‍♀️

Add in a nice pair of heels and you’ve got yourself a perfect outfit to wear around the house for your Man. He needs and deserves easy access at all times.

Yes Sir, threw them all out.

Being with your husband, you can be the real you. Soft. Girly. Feminine. Submissive. Nurturing. Creative. Gentle. In need of protection. In need of guidance. Craving validation. Desiring attention.

There is no need to pretend to be something you are not.

I mean, she shouldn’t be wearing panties anyways, they just get in the way.

A good girl doesn't question, she just obeys

You felt so blessed that the most masculine thing you ever had to do was put on your man's shirts sometimes. They were huge on you and made you feel tiny. But when your husband saw you in them, it was too late to change your mind. The kind of feral attack where you weren't going to walk straight after.

You didn't feel masculine at all when that happened.

Let me worship You

"Oh sweetie, I don't take away your choices to hurt you. I do it to free you. I am your Atlas."

"Oh, you silly girl. I don't mean the maps. I mean the Greek Titan. The being who holds up the sky. Not the Earth, but when you were learning Greek mythology, I am sure your girl brain was focused on what Zeus was up to."

"I take on the burden of the sky so you can be free of it. So you can focus on being happy. So you can smile. I shoulder that burden to protect you."

"Of course I love you that much."