Cute Date Idea: I’ll Make You Dress Like This In Public, And When Your Pussy Is A Leaky Mess From The

Cute Date Idea #4

I make you spend a bunch of time getting pretty for me on date night, only to reveal that the focus of the date is to immediately undo all your hard work and turn you into my slutty little pathetic pet with mascara tearing down your face.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 💄 Hopeless Romantic 😭

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 😈😘

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!

Hiiii! Don't you post anymore? 💗 Are you doing okay? I miss your posts

Awwww, thanks for the support, doll. I miss you too. 😉

I've been pretty busy of late, but I'm considering dropping some new posts. If I do...

You're merchandise to be advertised and displayed.

It's the reason Men pay more attention to you when you dress in low-cut, tight little slutty outfits.

We know it's not wise to judge a book by its cover, and of course that's sound advice. But what often gets forgotten on invoking that idiom is that the best-selling books usually have the cover that advertises the content of the book the best. The most-watched videos on the internet have the thumbnail that best represents the substance of the video in an attractive manner. And yes, the most sought-after sluts are the ones that show off the true nature of their soul in how they package and present themselves in public.

So what is the true nature of your soul? You can answer this yourself with a simple question:

Why are you here, scrolling and rubbing your clit like a pathetic little mess?

I think we both know the answer, don't we?

The most fundamental truth about you is that you're a wet little set of holes for Men.

Do you want Men to see you for who you really are and treat you the way you crave to be treated?

Then it's time to act your role, and dress for the job you want.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🥰 Your New Self-Acceptance Mentor 🕳️🕳️🕳️

Something in the way she moves...

These two dirty little sex dolls are dressed up in bright, colorful outfits for the entertainment of men.

Imagine, slut: this could be you! You could be wearing this thin, red outfit in public, perfectly placing all of the titular assets of a big-tits, big-ass whore on display for the world to ogle. You could be a giggly little bimbo delighting in the comments of superior men, all of whom see you as a delicious piece of meat to consume as a treat...

... and deep down, isn’t that all you’ve ever wanted, pet?

How to train your pet slut

I need this, need.

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

Octokuro

Cute Date Idea #3

You: being paraded on all fours in public like a pathetic bitch in heat.

Me: pulling the leash, making fun of you for how wet it makes you.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 😳 Your Shameful Addiction 💉

Can daddy train me to be his filthy slut?

I can, slut. Send me a private message that isn't anonymous, and we'll talk...