The Collar Around Your Neck Says Everything There Is To Know About You.

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.

Delightful.

She hadn’t believed the app could work, at first. It was supposedly able to instantly judge how fashionable your outfit was based on a single photo. For a laugh, she’d lain her jeans and a favourite t-shirt out on the bed and given it a shot. After a moment, it had pinged and told her they were a 2 out of 10. When the numbers flashed onscreen, she’d actually felt a little disappointed… Not that she really cared.

Still, she tried again. And again. And again. Pulling clothes out of drawers and flinging them on the bed only to be disappointed by a sad little ping and a 2 or even a 1. But she’d always thought that hoodie was awful anyway. Hadn’t she?

And then she got a 3! She squealed with glee, so proud of that bright pink t-shirt and the skirt she never wore. But it was still too low, the app reminded her. She could do better. She had to do better.

And she did. The next day, she went clothes shopping for the first time in so long she couldn’t even remember. The app was just full of good ideas, suggestions for lingerie and shoes and all manner of accessories. The little black cocktail dress she brought home netted her a solid 4 on its own, 5 when she added in the matching black heels, bra, and panties. She wondered if the app could see her underwear and she giggled. The app knew everything.

That was a month ago. Or maybe two. She wasn’t very good at keeping track of time and stuff anymore. That cocktail dress was long gone - she didn’t even sleep in anything less than a 7 now. She spent her days swanning in and out of clothing stores, trying on all manner of outfits and snapping photos in the changing rooms, in search of the catchy little jingle that would herald the perfect glowing number 10 on the screen.

And then the app would ask for permission to use her location and she would say yes, because the app always knows best. And then she would wait.

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Well, that was a little longer than originally intended. I think I might be able to stretch that out into a full story at some point.

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.

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?

In fact, I think I'd prefer you without them.

Just stick your tongue out as you keep edging your brain away for Male validation, doll.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 😏 Alternative Lifestyle Coach 👨🏻‍🏫

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Your mind.

Ever since puberty, the world has melted in your fingertips to suit your needs. One day you were just a lost little girl, and the next you were a goddess. Men fell to their feet and worshiped you, in hopes of gaining your favor. You'd toss them mere breadcrumbs, and they'd lap them up on their hands and knees like they'd been handed filet mignon and cold champagne in the middle of an arid desert.

But you are no goddess, nor are you the perfect angel your suitors would have you believe. You seek no courteous gentlemen or impassioned Disney romance. You play the game you are supposed to play, day in, day out; you show the world the face of a good girl who believes in classic fairy tales and happily ever after, all the time knowing in your heart that you crave something altogether different. Something more barbaric and rough. Something dark and forbidden.

And so you wait, patiently, playing to the false reality that the world expects of you; you wait for your hidden fantasies capture you, to shatter these illusions, and to bestow you with the fantastic reality that your heart truly desires.

You are no goddess; you are still that lost little girl seeking guidance. Take my hand and I will lead you to the reality you've achingly sought for so long.

Britney used to be smart, but then I fixed her.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🎓 Female Re-Education Specialist 📺

There's a lot of people who would say that girls aren't useful for anything, that they are too stupid to provide value, but I STRONGLY disagree with this.

See, I believe that girls were MADE to be entertaining. The way they dress up so pretty and behave shamelessly to attract attention -- why else would they do that?

A fun fact to further my point: did you know there is an entire platform for any girl to sign up to in order to make money being an entertainer for Men? It has paid out $5 billion to girls on the platform.

It's called OnlyFans, and it's all the rage among pretty popular good girls these days...

Are you a pretty popular good girl?

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 📺 Minister of Patriarchal Propaganda 🧠🧼

Drool so much your white top goes see through

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… 😈