Misogyny: The Right Choice For Good Girls

Also entitled, "The Meaning of Life."

It’s okay to stop fighting the inevitable.

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!

What would you give up for beauty? What would you sacrifice to be flawless?

Money? Sure you would; that’s EASY, it’s practically a given.

Time? Well duh! Obviously with how long it takes you to get ready for me.

A pain-free life? Of course, it hurts to wax your legs and pussy to be perfect for Men, but you do it anyway, like a good little masochist.

But all of that is NORMAL. It’s so normalized, it’s practically *EXPECTED* of you at this point.

I want you to go deeper. So tell me…

Would you give up your ambition in pursuit of becoming slightly more aesthetically pleasing? Perhaps dropping out of college halfway through and using the rest of your tuition to get plastic tits and fake lips for you to decorate yourself with to gain attention from Men.

Would you give up your mind? After all, with no college degree, what do you really need a brain for, anyway? You might as well just strip for cash, and use that to buy some trashy new slutty outfits that fit your new fake fuckdoll body.

Most important of all: would you give up your dignity? Would you grind against a stranger for cash, just to give every penny to Daddy? Would you do everything Daddy tells you to like a good girl? Would you enthusiastically beg me to ruin you forever?

If so, then it’s time for you to abandon the girl you used to be and to trade her away forever to become Daddy’s dumb little porn doll.

I promise, you’ll be so much happier, babygirl… 😈

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 🧠

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

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?

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.

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 🤤

I’m broken.

When I was a younger man, I remember my unyielding ideological commitment to treating people respectfully as equals. I remember the disdain I felt for cultural narratives and trends objectifying women. I remember the way that I ate up the narrative that I could be the good guy… the hero in a toxic culture fighting for a better world. I could be a contributing architect building a more egalitarian society.

But this entire time, I was just denying the dark truth of my existence: I’m NOT the good guy. I’m NOT the warm boy next door that my family and friends perceive me to be. I’m NOT the hero at all…

I’m the closeted misogynist. I’m the secret villain of this piece publicly masquerading as your saviour. I’m the corrupting influence that perverts young feminists into cock-drunk sluts bending over and spreading their legs in worship at the alter of the religious institution of The Patriarchy. I’m the monster smiling as your arousal drips down your thighs and pools at your feet, your biology betraying your beliefs as I baptize you in the unholy water of your own perversion.

I wasn’t always this twisted, but the more I tried to fight it, the more my subconscious lashed back and made me crave it with a desperate abandon beyond reason or explanation. I tried to purify myself of my wicked longings, and it only made me more desperate to enact vicious psychological warfare against you, breaking you down for my pleasure and entertainment into the ideal pet. Showing you how drippy and wet it makes you to be reduced by Daddy. In compartmentalizing my darkness, I didn’t purify my best intentions — I inadvertently amplified the potency of my worst desires.

My conscious mind wanted to liberate your gender, but my unconscious mind increasingly demanded your submission and enslavement. I fight a war within myself, the angel and the devil on my shoulders bicker over the path that I should take, and for a long time it was the angel who was winning.

But no longer. Now, I understand the truth.

I’m broken. I’m irredeemable. I’m the monster I always sought to combat.

And I think we both know you’d be lying if you said it isn’t one of the things that most draws you to me.

😈 The Sadistic Empath 😘