Bring Your Pet To Work Day. (I Work At Jurassic Park)

A Valuable Woman girl

See this photo from @ashlyyybaby above? This is the right mentality for dumb little drippy sluts to have.

The Patriarchy has top-tier scientists hard at work who have discovered the exact formula to determine how valuable a girl is.

See, your value is directly proportional to how hard you are making a Man's cock at any given moment. The harder He is, the more valuable you are.

It's just simple math that describes our reality perfectly, much like the Pythagorean theorem.

Sure, He'll appreciate the fact that you washed His clothes, or you made Him a nice meal, or you vacuumed His home no matter what you are wearing.

But if He doesn't want to fuck you, what's the point of having holes?

This is why it's important to objectify and sexualize yourself for Male attention and pleasure at all times, and that starts with the outfits you choose to wear for Him.

Think of it like this: you're just a decorative set of wet holes that was made to be put on display for lusty Men, and if you do your job right they'll always want to keep you around to use you.

That's when know you've reached peak value.

So take your place as a proper pet for The Patriarchy, do your job like a good girl, and dress for the only role you are biologically predisposed toward... being a fuckdoll for cock.

You'll be valued as His good little obedient whore in no time.

End of the Patriarchy Party's government-sponsored Public Service Announcement to indoctrinate good girls. For future examples of how to be a good girl from a proper role model, make sure you are following the new account of @ashlyyybaby (formerly @ashlybaby).

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

it’s important to take every opportunity to sexualize yourself even when especially when ur doing chores around the house for him 💖

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 😭

Cute date idea: I’ll make you dress like this in public, and when your pussy is a leaky mess from the shame I’ll drag you into a public bathroom stall and fuck you like the drippy little whore that you are.

There is something so delightful about breaking a whore and molding her physically and mentally into the slut she was meant to be... yum!

Physical changes

On Monday Kate will go through some minor physical changes, she does not have access to internet right now so she will not see even though she knows about the lips.

1. Lip injections.

2. New hair color, pitch black.

3. A new tattoo, a tramp stamp.

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?

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

This is a very important decision: it’s true, as a Straight-A student you *COULD* finish your college degree and pursue a very lucrative career as a high-end lawyer or doctor or business professional.

OR

You could drop out and become Daddy’s dumb little stripper and porndoll.

Maybe I’ll have you work hard at school until the final exam, just to show you were capable of getting that degree, only to have you drop out when you were inches away from the finish line. I want you to get wet to the knowledge that you could have been *ANYTHING* but because Daddy told you to become a stupid little slutty professional fuckdoll, you gave it all away willingly and ruined your life just to make me happy.

See… I’m supportive. I just want to help you find your way to true happiness, babygirl.

I Support Girls

I support girls dropping out of school

I support girls leaving their jobs

I support girls becoming prostitutes, strippers, and porn actresses

I support girls letting go of their choices to let men make their decisions

I support girls deciding to be sex objects

These can all be difficult life transitions for any young woman. If you’re going through one of these stages in your life, or you’re considering taking the first steps, just know that someone is here to support and encourage you.

Reblog if you support girls!

So many people miss this truth: casual every-day misogynists are boring at best, and irritating at worst. The type of person who can't rationalize or articulate a reasonable argument in defense of their beliefs — a person who is generally insecure, overly emotionally reactive, and needs to denigrate others to feel a certain way about themselves.

In short, they lack self-awareness, have poor impulse control, are generally selfish, and are missing the intellectual insight necessary to do real damage.

I am NOT an every-day misogynist. I use progressive language in speech, and I empathize with people who have different life experiences than I do. I put myself in the shoes of other people to try to understand their frame of mind. My friends, coworkers, and family would all argue that I present as one of the more progressive and warm people they know.

But images can be deceiving. Most of them don't know that I keep girls as slaves and pets. Most of them don't know the depths of depravity into which I dive with regularity in the privacy of my personal life.

So if I'm not a casual every-day misogynist, why then am I the one who can do REAL damage?

It's simple: because my brand of misogyny isn't about me... it's about YOU. It's about understanding everything that makes you tick -- your beliefs, your ambitions, your wounds, your trauma. And not just the surface-level that you share with the world while you wear your mask in public... I peer into and through the eyes behind your mask and I see the REAL you. The version of you that you hide from others. The version of you that you even hide from yourself.

I speak to that long-forgotten girl you'd locked away out of fear, your shadow-self with whom you'd forbidden all contact. I re-engage a dialogue with your deepest source of shame, and then I slowly seduce her and raise her to the surface of your mind's eye.

In the end, I even hold the key to let her escape from captivity... the very key you thought you'd thrown away forever.

A casual misogynist will accomplish none of these things. He doesn't care to understand who you are, or how your mind works.

This means he doesn't know how to hurt you as profoundly as I do.

See, I'll use the language of feminism to disarm you at first. To make you feel safe and understood. But then once you've let me in enough to see the true nature of your soul, I'll start to wield it against you. I'll steal the concepts of your deepest-held beliefs like I've robbed you of your only supply of munitions, only to weaponize your own ideological prattle, aiming it in your direction as you are left utterly defenseless.

Over time I'll gaslight you into betraying yourself, making you violate your own principles, and you'll go along with it because I know how to package it up in exactly the right way to make you melt as I turn you into a drippy wet mess for me.

And I'll do all this for no other reason than waging psychological warfare on you is my favorite hobby, and I get off on watching you succumb to the ultimate psychological corruption at my hand.

See, in the end, at my core, I'm not REALLY a misogynist. Yes, I'll readily use misogyny as another tool in my arsenal to reach my goals, but first and foremost I'm a sadist. I just want to hurt you psychologically deeper than anyone else every could, until your mind is so overcome and addicted to the shame that there's nothing left of the girl you used to be... until you're left with no choice but to meekly accept that you're just a drippy dumb wet set of holes, humiliated and degraded beyond repair. Until you accept that this whole time you were deluded by the lies of feminism, but now you understand the truth: that you're just a stupid slut made to serve cock and bow down in subservience to the rule of The Patriarchy. Until you're nothing but a blank canvas for Daddy to paint anew as I see fit, restoring your life with purpose.

Do you understand the difference now, doll? Let me sum it up for you:

An every-day misogynist might ruin your lunch break, but I will ruin your life...

... and yet you'll keep coming back, begging me for more.

In the end, they all do.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 😉 "A Feminist" 😂

Seriously though:

Actual misogynists and sexists are far too stupid and dull to be interesting or sexy. Their words are tasteless, clumsy and primitive.

You need to completely understand the concepts of feminism, equity, oppression and advocacy in order to use them as effective tools of arousal and sexual subjugation.

Honestly, I never expected it to be so easy to corrupt you. You always made yourself appear to be the good little feminist, arguing that society’s extreme beauty standards were chauvinistic and degrading to girls. After all, objectifying a person is bad, isn’t it?

But see, and this is my favourite part, you truly BELIEVE that. You FEEL it in your heart and soul. And yet… it doesn’t stop you from CRAVING the opposite treatment from Men, does it? It doesn’t stop you from going online and rubbing your pussy to imagery objectifying girls like you into slutty little toys and fuckdolls, and words professing an admiration for a lifestyle where Men rule over them.

It’s almost like, deep down, this is what you’d wanted all along…

Perhaps that’s why when I came along it took so little effort for your resolve to snap like a twig under the first signs of stress.

You’ve spent your life so obsessed with who you SHOULD BE that you’ve been hiding from who you TRULY ARE…

It’s okay. You don’t have to renounce your beliefs for me. Daddy likes you better this way — as my dumb little set of holes, dripping with shame every time I make you violate your own beliefs.

You’re cute when your brain’s broken from cognitive dissonance. I wouldn’t have you any other way…

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😏 🕳️ Liberator of Holes 🕳️

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.