Cute Date Idea #3

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

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.

Good girls encourage their friends to dress in matching slutty latex outfits.

It's a simple fact of life: Men like to see your shape. We like to have our attention drawn to your curves. We like to see your tits and ass being shown off in a pretty little shimmering package with just enough mystery that we can't think about anything other than unwrapping you like a sweet Kinder Surprise, excited to see which toy lies beneath for us to finger with excitement.

Good girls pornify their friends... so have you been a good girl today?

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 😍 Your Favorite Bad Influence 😏🖤

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 📺

The collar around your neck says everything there is to know about you.

You are not a person; you are a pet.

You are not an independent mind; you are a sex toy.

You are not a classy lady; you a a filthy pleasure slave.

The sooner you learn these fundamental facts, the sooner you can become Daddy's perfect little slut.

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...

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

You’re just a decoration.

Sure, I know what you are thinking; maybe you have some nice other qualities, right? Like maybe you’re kind, or funny, or smart, or financially successful.

Sure, honey. But those traits don’t matter, silly.

See, Men aren’t choosing you based on your career status; we’re choosing you based on how well you advertise the fact that you are a pretty set holes.

Everything else about you is arbitrary when it comes to mate selection, dummy.

Do you work out? Do you eat well? Do you dress in outfits that show off your tits and your ass?

That’s basically all Men care about.

Stop thinking about yourself as a person, and start thinking about yourself as a piece of slutty merchandise to show off. Because that’s all you are, doll...

This is how all girls will be expected to compete for Male attention from now on in the Patriarchal Order; new executive orders will be issued in the near future to further promote this goal.

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

This is Destiny. Destiny was nearly done her bachelor's of law degree, something that had taken her painstaking effort over a long period of time; as an honors student she was relieved that she'd be able to stop and find a job soon... just as soon as she finished her final exams and passed the bar exam.

As you probably know, female happiness is the most important metric in our new Patriarchal order, which is why we have instituted a legally-mandated Happiness Test™️ for girls focused on education and career goals, to ensure that their ambitions don't compromise their own personal joy.

Destiny claimed she was happy, but our test proved otherwise; not only was she NEVER happy when studying and working, but her poor little slit didn't get drippy even a single time.

Destiny thought she was smart enough to break the laws of our new Patriarchal order. She thought the Divine Daddy wouldn't care about her happiness. And she thought she could hide her test results without consequence.

But Destiny was wrong. In her final semester her water supply was intentionally and covertly pumped full of an amplified version of the mind-altering hyper-feminizing brain-drain Pink Pill™️ drug to restore peak happiness levels.

One week in she was forgetting the things she had studied the night before.

Two weeks in and she forgot everything she had studied in college.

Three weeks in and she started to become giggly and much happier, focusing on how she'd dress to get the attention of a cute boy in her class instead of doing her homework.

A month in and she was begging her classmates to drag her into a bathroom stall and fuck her like a dirty little slut; she was ashamed to hear the words come out of her own lips, but she couldn't help it.

And then, during her final exams, she got distracted and didn't answer a single question, instead choosing to make the rounds sucking off her classmates one by one under their desks very publicly while fingering herself like a desperate little whore. She emptied every set of balls in the room all over her face and down her eager throat -- even her teacher had his balls slurped by the depraved dummy, though it didn't stop him from flunking her test.

Needless to say, Destiny couldn't hack it in university; after failing out of every class, and for her own best interests, she was expelled from higher academia.

Now Destiny drools like a dummy from both sets of lips all day long at the local strip club, and her holes are rented out to strangers for $1 per minute.

This might seem like a major shift in lifestyle, but Destiny still kept all of her friends from law school -- the ones who'd always had a lower GPA than she did. They would regularly come in on Friday nights and have a grand time passing Destiny around like a cheap piece of meat. She loved the attention.

She's the happiest she's ever been in her entire life; her perpetually drippy pussy proves that Patriarchal policy really works to help make girls happier.

The moral of the story: Daddy knows best, so don't try to fight it. Give in to Patriarchy, slut. You'll be happier as a stupid little sex object.

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

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 🧠