Honestly, I Never Expected It To Be So Easy To Corrupt You. You Always Made Yourself Appear To Be The

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

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

Remember the time I made you dress up in that stupidly embarrassing outfit for a dinner party with my friends?

Oh, you forgot? That's so funny. Maybe that's because of how much I encouraged you to pre-drink before the party even started -- you could barely speak cogently, honey.

Not that you needed to: you were wearing such a cute little outfit, and you're such a special girl that even when slurring your words you know how to keep an audience captivated.

It's too bad you don't remember which of my friends were there... which of them saw what a dirty little slut you truly are. I COULD tell you, but that would spoil the fun -- I think it's so much cuter the way your face turns a shade of scarlet every time you blushingly see one of my friends and frantically try to remember if they were there that night.

Do they know what an easy little set of wet holes you are? Do they respect you? Or are they smiling because they just remembered how your tight wet hole felt that night... and if so, which hole in particular are they reminiscing about?

You're so pretty when you're pathetically drippy at your own shame.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🖤 Your Favorite Toxic Ex 🥴🍹

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!

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.

Life is chaotic and untamable. It tries at every junction to overwhelm and incapacitate those who opposite it. It is cruel and merciless, and takes from the world that which it desires without a second thought.

As far as you are concerned, I am life; with my untamably chaotic mind I craft you as my organized masterpiece. My tamed pet. My vision of perfection amidst a sea of disorder.

It’s okay to stop fighting the inevitable.

When a smart girl is first getting used to having her brains slowly drained out of her wet holes, it can cause her to become fearful of the impact these changes will have on her life:

What if I become so dumb that I can’t turn back?

How is this going to affect my future?

What if Men lose all respect for me?

To diminish these fears, I’ll tell her something like: “Don’t be a dummy, doll. Daddy will make sure you always keep at least a triple digit IQ.”

See, a triple digit IQ is, at the lowest, 100. That is exactly average. And Hell, it could even mean you are a GENIUS if you go just a few dozen points higher. Hearing this comforts the girl and prepares her psychologically to continue the process.

Of course, weeks later I always reveal that it’s not so much “triple digit” as “triple character” IQ, and that her new IQ is DDD.

But by then she’s too stupid too know the difference; she’s just excited to be getting new tits.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🧠 Brainwashing Guru 🤪

The way it should be right?

Oh! Is your picture of a Kajira? I noticed the brand.

The picture is most definitely of a kajira; very perceptive catch! 😉There's something about a slavegirl permanently marked as property that I find utterly intoxicating; add to that the submissive pose and it makes for some magnetic imagery...The Gorean lifestyle boasts some beautifully twisted concepts. 😈👌🏻

girls, listen up, @beccydoll​ is what a proper role model sounds like:

“I’m cuter when I’m stupid”

“not knowing feels better than knowing”

“brains are for boys”

“I don’t need to know that!”

This is what an obedient servant of The Patriarchy sounds like.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 ✨ Magic Mentorship Matcher 🔮

I don’t need to know that

Tonight I was scrolling when I came across some word that I didn’t know. I immediately highlighted it, right clicked on it and was just about to hit “Search with Google” to look it up when I stopped myself. Did I really need to know what that word meant? Would learning that make me happier? Make the world a better place? No, of course not. I’m cuter when I’m stupid, after all. So instead of learning a new thing, I edged and got just a little bit needier, a little bit dumber and a little more eager to please. 

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...