Life Is Chaotic And Untamable. It Tries At Every Junction To Overwhelm And Incapacitate Those Who Opposite

In fact, I think I'd prefer you without them.

Just stick your tongue out as you keep edging your brain away for Male validation, doll.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 😏 Alternative Lifestyle Coach 👨🏻‍🏫

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 🤤

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!🍦🧂🥶😂

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 ✍️

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.

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?

You’re so much cuter as a pornified pet for Daddy to parade around.

Octokuro

It’s okay to stop fighting the inevitable.

Predicting the future is a tricky beast. After all, you started off as the High School valedictorian.

“Most Likely to Succeed” is the award your classmates overwhelmingly selected you for in your graduating yearbook. There weren’t even placeholder competitors; you just won by default. After years on the honor roll, acing all of your classes, and earning more extra-curricular credits than any other student, nobody doubted you had the brightest future in store.

Then you met me, and I saw your bright future for what it really was: a blinding lie. See babygirl, the journey you were on never truly belonged to you. You stumbled onto that well-trodden path in pursuit of the breadcrumbs of validation you’d get for being a “good girl” who did all her homework and who always handed in her deeply-researched assignments on time with complete annotations. You loved the way your teachers would write words of encouragement back on your A+ tests, which is why you almost never got a B. You were just a girl with a desperate dependence on praise following a candy-laden trail to a certain doom, and for all your book smarts you were completely oblivious to the truth.

You should thank Daddy for saving you from a fate worse than death. After all, did you really want to work a 9-5? Or perhaps you thought it would make sense to be the Girlboss™️ CEO telling everyone else to do? 

Of course not, dummy. How would that make sense when you’ve spent your entire life living to fulfill the whims and fancies of your supervisors? Praise is your addiction; it’s the fuel that keeps your engine running. How would you ever get more praise if there was nobody above you to kneel for and to beg for it from?

No, no, no, no. You’ve always been a pretty little trophy waiting for someone to display you with pride; you just didn’t realize it until Daddy showed you.

Every tool they used to make you the perfect student, I weaponized against you to reverse the damage of society’s toxic influence. I started praising you when you didn’t study for tests. When you started getting worse test scores, I praised you for getting a mark that was more in line with your natural talents. Anyone can get good marks if they study, so shouldn’t you prove how smart you are without putting in extra effort, love?

Slowly you let me scramble and fry your brains, overwrite your dirty little overachiever mind into an empty blank intellectual void, and finally the REAL YOU started to show with clarity. You aren’t some genius meant to change the world; you’re just a desperately drippy dummy who will do anything Daddy tells her for a little bit of positive reinforcement.

That’s probably why you dropped out of college: you were failing anyway, so it was clear you weren’t a good fit. I guess your natural talents just weren’t enough, in the end. All I had to say is that I’d be very proud of you and think you were such a good girl for abandoning the “conventional” path others had misled you toward, and just as fast as a snap of my fingers in our daily hypnosis therapy it was over and you were Daddy’s dumb little college dropout with no future income prospects.

It’s okay, you don’t have to lie about who you are anymore, princess. Not with me. Daddy will find you another career path more fitting of your natural talents. 

After all, I hear the local strip club is hiring. And based on the outfits you started wearing to please Daddy, I think it might be the right fit for a slutty little fuckdoll like you.

Good girl; Daddy’s so proud of you for ruining your life for me.

sadistic-empath

The devil on your shoulder 😈😘

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.