About Me

That is such an embarrassing answer and you said it with so much confidence like you were saying something hot oh man…

Why would I be saying something hot about ice cream? If I did that, it would melt all over the place, dummy 🤪

Yes, I’m a sadist. I’m also an extremely sarcastic goofball who fucks around a lot and doesn’t take himself that seriously

Chill out, Anonymous internet stranger; life is too short to waste it being salty. Save some of that salt for your ice cream!🍦🧂🥶😂

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.

They say that history is written by the victors. Whomever comes out on top chooses how those battles will be framed for generations to come, until eventually their version becomes the only version of the story that we even know exists. Naturally it follows from this saying that the truth is relative.

“That girls are inferior to Men by nature is unavoidable, but they can still contribute to society nonetheless. To get ahead, girls must give some head.”

—Aristotle, discussing a good girl's place in society

(first of 4 quotes, keep reading for more on Patriarchy's important new political initiative...)

This is why the newly-elected Patriarchy Political Party has decided that one of our first major initiatives will be to roll back the lies of recent feminist-apologist political administrations who, through ideological contempt for citizens and in an OUTRAGEOUS abuse of power, tried to deceive you with blatant falsehoods presented as "history." Only Patriarchy loves you enough to tell you the REAL truth.

“Evolutionarily speaking, inferiority becomes them; their heads are empty and their minds suggestible because they are meant to be filled by Men. If that isn't proof enough, being subordinated by the Dominant sex excites them; it's why they get drippy as they kneel at a Man's feet.”

—Charles Darwin, discussing female nature

As of today, The Patriarchy Political Party is proud to announce the first phase of our "Preserve & Re-Educate" campaign to restore to the history books the lost truths that feminism tried to erase. Some of these updates to the histories you thought you knew might come as a shock; many of you likely haven't heard these original quotes in their fully-restored form. We understand this transition may be confusing as we slowly work together as a society toward the goal of accepting these lost truths as our new reality.

“There is no doubt that they are just a set of wet holes; even as they try to deny it they are compelled toward their supposed captors by a force not entirely dissimilar to gravity, like moths to the flame. It stands to reason that a good set of holes will always be eager to open her drooly mouth and prove her worth.”

—Isaac Newton, on finding a good set of holes

Feminism tried to poison your minds for many years, but no longer. We have liberated you from their authoritarian reign and malicious disinformation campaign. Feminism has lost, and with that loss so too will their false narrative become lost to history.

“Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school. Perhaps one day we can look to the history books without distrust, but not until they stop printing lies.”

—Einstein, discussing the disinformation campaigns of feminism

With enough repetition of our new reality, every feminist will eventually learn to kneel and edge obediently in service of The Patriarchy. 100 years from now when not a single living girl remembers anything else, you will be grateful to know nothing else but being warm set of holes for Men.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😏 📚 Patriarchal Minister of Propaganda & Re-Education ✍️

This is how I like you.

Lost. Confused. Vulnerable.

Too unsure of your own reality to trust in yourself anymore.

Don't worry, doll; Daddy will direct you down the right road.

You can trust me.

You don't need to think anymore.

I'll turn off autocorrect on your phone; we both know you can't spell properly. From now on Daddy should correct you rather than having you compensate for your dumb little head with technology.

It's so strange you keep having a dream about having been nearing the end of your college degree; you never went to college, baby!

It's okay that you're too stupid to get a degree, baby. As long as you look cute for me, that's ALL that matters.

Baby, don't you need to leave for your shift at the strip club in an hour? Silly slut, did you forget that you work as a stripper now? You've been doing it for weeks.

Thank God you have Daddy to remind you and set you on the right path...

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🧠 Psychological Pet Predator 😏😻

I need someone to gaslight me into being dumb and brainless.

Gaslight me by telling me I’m spelling words wrong even when I spell them right.

Make me take tests and lie and say I failed even if I passed.

Replace all of my books with trashy romance novels or kids books and tell me that those were always the only books I had when I ask about it because I’m too dumb to remember that I’m not a good enough reader for anything higher than a children’s book

Drop me out of college without me knowing and get rid of anything related to college. Act confused when I tell you I need to h to class. Ask me what I’m talking and remind me that I was too stupid to have gotten in to college and I’m just being a silly bimbo by not remembering.

Make sure my brain is too confused to remember that I was ever smart because I’m your dumb brainless bimbo

Amen 🙏

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.

What does it mean to be reduced? To become less than you were?

You kneel on your hands and knees like the obedient good girl I've trained you to be. Your legs are spread wide seductively, and you arch you back while lifting your ass in the air, waving your tail like a naughty pet. Your breasts are nearly spilling out of your lacy black top, but you pay no attention to them as you focus on your prize; the fresh milk which drips into the bowl in front of you is captivating and alluring. A studded leather collar is wrapped firmly around your neck; the collar, along with the piercing visibly hanging from your outstretched tongue, serve as a testament to your new life as my property.

You are my slut; a fucktoy whose purpose is to please.

At one time you might have been revolted by your current situation; where is the value in being turned into little more than a naughty plaything? Where is the merit in reducing yourself to an animal? The world is filled with such vibrance and colour; how can you let yourself succumb to fifty shades of grey?

But with time, you've come to learn that the world is simplest in black and white. Let the stress and worries of the real world slip away as little more than a whisper in the wind. Let go of your greenest envy, your bluest sadness, and your reddest anger.

You have not been reduced to my pet; you've been elevated to my pride and joy.

It was just a silly game at first. You thought it would be fun... you never expected it to become your addiction.

And yet here you are, back on my blog again, edging your needy little cunt dutifully for Daddy like the pretty little pet that you are.

A part of you is horrified that edging your brain away might have lasting effects, and yet another part of you is desperately hoping it will.

You're so torn between denying what you are becoming, and at the same time craving it with a deep desperation, that you don't even know what to do anymore, do you? I bet a part of you even wonders: would it just be easier to give in and let yourself fully embrace becoming a braindead drippy set of holes for Men?

It's okay, doll. Let the cognitive dissonance melt away all of your old smart girl thoughts; you won't need them anymore.

Just follow your pussy to oblivion; Daddy is waiting for you there.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🕍 Bimbofication Cult Leader 🤤

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!

Girls won’t be allowed to take any action unless a Man signs off on it first.

Want to go grab a coffee down the street? Ask a Man.

Want to buy an outfit? Ask a Man.

Want to go to the bathroom? Ask a Man.

No Man that you know nearby? Ask a stranger.

Failing to ask permission from a Man will result in your subsequent arrest and re-education.

Ultimately, this will slowly indoctrinate girls into understanding they are completely dependent on Men for *EVERYTHING*. It will undermine their self-sufficiency, make them question their ability to make sound judgments on anything independently, and train them to behave like the property that they are… because, in the end, you’re just a dumb little bimbo slavegirl owned by The Patriarchy™️.

If you could pass one misogynistic law, what would it be?