What Does It Mean To Be Reduced? To Become Less Than You Were?

How to train your pet slut

I need this, need.

Misogyny: The Right Choice for Good girls

I feel the need after the 2024 American Presidential election to set some things clear.

This is a place for me to flirt with my darkest thoughts and fantasies, and as a sadistic Dominant who wants to corrupt you and make you worse, I often hold back my real world views as I worry they will undercut the purity of my kink persona. After all, I like the girls who tend to be a little bit extreme; I don't want those girls scared away because they find out that behind my cruel tongue I have a soft heart.

The truth is that while everything you read on this blog is built around fantasy, most of it represents the world I authentically wish to craft (or have crafted) for myself and my sexual partners. I use sharp and twisted words to carve a bubble full of new demented possibilities for us, striving to float away into the void together as we as we flirt with and approach the darkening clouds of a thickening thunderstorm. I feel personally charged with giving you an electric experience without the illusions of safe grounding. All this is a concerted practice on my part to redefine reality such that our demons can be liberated from their shackles, freed to frolic in fetish with the hopes that we can truly see each other like no one else has seen us: darkness and all.

And yet, it's also true that in the real world, I would define myself as socially progressive. Even though I love the idea of stripping you of your rights, I believe girls ought to be free to choose to have their rights stripped away from them.

I am admittedly a complicated Man, so let me help clarify my true position for you.

I really DO want to corrupt you. I really DO want to ruin you psychologically and make you compromise yourself for me. I will do everything within my substantial influence to persuade you to make all the wrong choices for my personal benefit, knowing that it makes you shamefully drippy to do so.

I might even make you fantasize about having your rights stripped from you by force, once I know with clarity that is what you'd choose for yourself.

But at the end of the day, it's important for you to understand that's exactly what it is, ultimately: a set of CHOICES that you have.

My goal is to try to seduce you... to make you embrace your most shameful kinks and fantasies, as you rub yourself stupid to misogynistic content or other filth that subverts your normal daily identity in a way you internalize as profoundly shameful. I like corrupting a feminist exactly BECAUSE she is a feminist; it is precisely the notable distance and the stark contrast between her ideals and her fantasies that makes her such an enticing morsel for a monster like me.

I really DO want to goad you into giving up your rights and freedoms to be my stupid slutty slave pet, diminished and degraded. Debased and destroyed beyond all recognition.

And yet, I am OUTRAGED at the recent election results in the United States for what they represent; I am OUTRAGED at the idea that the stuff of all my fantasies might be fashioned by weaker men into an inescapable political reality for all of the women who will never be given the opportunity to make all of the wrong choices for themselves.

If women have no rights to begin with, they cannot consent to giving those rights away. If they cannot give their rights away freely, there is nothing to corrupt. How can you corrupt a creature with no agency? How can I lead you to your own fall if you were never standing to begin with?

The fantasy of you having no rights is hot, and I will continue to propagate it on this blog. Making you flirt with turning the fantasy into a reality is hot, and my demon tongue wouldn't let me stop if I tried. Watching you ruin yourself for me in reality, knowing you'll never be able to go back will always be my idea of a deep and meaningful connection.

Having the government legislate this dark erotic landscape by mandate onto all the girls who never had a choice in the matter is NOT hot. Not outside of fantasy. Not if they never had a choice to begin with. Not if they never had the ability to voluntarily trade their consent away.

Nothing you see on this blog is something I would ever truly do without the clear consent of everyone involved.

Please don't think more of me for my soft heart -- I'm still a monster, I promise. This dark twisted landscape might still well be the reality I would will upon you.

I just want it to be MY will that leads you to the decision. I want to walk you to the edge of oblivion myself, your hand in mine, as I prompt you to choose to take the plunge for yourself. And I want you to always know, after you begged me to strip you of your rights and your dignity, that you were complicit the entire time; I want you to be aware of your involvement in your own debasement, like it was a fun little game between us that just happened to go too far, until there is no going back.

This is exactly WHAT I want, but our encroaching political reality is not HOW I want it. I will never stand idly by and let weaker men force women into subjugation against their will.

Because I know you... you're SPECIAL. You deserve to be reduced by a real Man who is worthy enough to win you over AUTHENTICALLY, rather than by a pathetic pack of insecure boys incapable of earning their own kill as they depend on big Daddy government to step in and do all the work for them.

You deserve so much better, doll.

So I'm going to give it to you by continuing to package up nightmares that I market to you as sweet romantic dreams, slowly conditioning you to land where you truly belong...

... on your knees, with your tongue out, doing what you're made for...

... like a good girl who made the right choice for Daddy...

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🖤 The Sweetest Psychopath 🦹🏻‍♂️

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?

Good girls wear as little as possible; that's just a fact.

Your outfit speaks volumes about you. It's the advertisement for a Man to know if you're the gift he wants to unwrap.

If you want to be the pretty toy he picks, you better make sure the wrapping paper hardens his... resolve.

Give Him a reason to slip off the pretty ribbons hugging your body to take the object beneath as His property.

And never forget as the fabric clings to your most private places that you do it in service of Him, even before you've met Him.

Because you're just a dress up doll in search of a strong guiding hand.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 😏 Likes Playing with Dolls 🎀

if the bikini bottoms not this tiny then i don’t want it

What is your favourite ice cream flavour and why?

Not vanilla.

But I guess you probably knew that already… 😉

I tend to prefer when they combine sweet and salty components, perhaps because it’s similar to the composition of my soul: I’m sympathetic and sweet, but also sadistic and salty.

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.

Remember when you were a respectable feminist role model, Puddles?

Yeah. Me neither...

😂😂😂

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🏋🏻‍♀️ A Bitch's Favorite Personal Trainer 🚂🐶

This is Destiny. Destiny was nearly done her bachelor's of law degree, something that had taken her painstaking effort over a long period of time; as an honors student she was relieved that she'd be able to stop and find a job soon... just as soon as she finished her final exams and passed the bar exam.

As you probably know, female happiness is the most important metric in our new Patriarchal order, which is why we have instituted a legally-mandated Happiness Test™️ for girls focused on education and career goals, to ensure that their ambitions don't compromise their own personal joy.

Destiny claimed she was happy, but our test proved otherwise; not only was she NEVER happy when studying and working, but her poor little slit didn't get drippy even a single time.

Destiny thought she was smart enough to break the laws of our new Patriarchal order. She thought the Divine Daddy wouldn't care about her happiness. And she thought she could hide her test results without consequence.

But Destiny was wrong. In her final semester her water supply was intentionally and covertly pumped full of an amplified version of the mind-altering hyper-feminizing brain-drain Pink Pill™️ drug to restore peak happiness levels.

One week in she was forgetting the things she had studied the night before.

Two weeks in and she forgot everything she had studied in college.

Three weeks in and she started to become giggly and much happier, focusing on how she'd dress to get the attention of a cute boy in her class instead of doing her homework.

A month in and she was begging her classmates to drag her into a bathroom stall and fuck her like a dirty little slut; she was ashamed to hear the words come out of her own lips, but she couldn't help it.

And then, during her final exams, she got distracted and didn't answer a single question, instead choosing to make the rounds sucking off her classmates one by one under their desks very publicly while fingering herself like a desperate little whore. She emptied every set of balls in the room all over her face and down her eager throat -- even her teacher had his balls slurped by the depraved dummy, though it didn't stop him from flunking her test.

Needless to say, Destiny couldn't hack it in university; after failing out of every class, and for her own best interests, she was expelled from higher academia.

Now Destiny drools like a dummy from both sets of lips all day long at the local strip club, and her holes are rented out to strangers for $1 per minute.

This might seem like a major shift in lifestyle, but Destiny still kept all of her friends from law school -- the ones who'd always had a lower GPA than she did. They would regularly come in on Friday nights and have a grand time passing Destiny around like a cheap piece of meat. She loved the attention.

She's the happiest she's ever been in her entire life; her perpetually drippy pussy proves that Patriarchal policy really works to help make girls happier.

The moral of the story: Daddy knows best, so don't try to fight it. Give in to Patriarchy, slut. You'll be happier as a stupid little sex object.

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

There’s something truly perverse within me for me to enjoy the transformation process as much as I do. See, it’s not enough to call you humiliating names that cause you to get embarrassingly drippy — words are fun, but they are only alive for a passing moment before they disappear like water vapour into the void. Words aren’t enough.

I want to see you commit to to the bit. I want the humiliation to make you drippy and desperate, and give you no reprieve — to control your ability to cum and make you beg as I deny you the right to orgasm for weeks while keeping you perpetually aroused and unable to think clearly, your critical thinking skills compromised beyond recovery. I want to leverage your building arousal against you, telling you that if only you did a little more maybe I’d allow you one orgasm. Maybe if you dress a little sluttier, maybe if you bleach your hair blonde, maybe if you get lip injections, but always pushing the bar further and further, forcing you to increasingly eroticize your own self-destruction as I force you to regress from a fully grown woman into a dumb little bimbo fuckdoll. I want to take advantage of how horny you are after many weeks of denial and get you to commit to increasingly extreme steps to turn yourself into a stupid little plastic whore, to humiliate you and have you sign off to your own degradation until nobody would recognize the fuckdoll you’ve become, your old identity discarded like a snake shedding its skin.

Only when you’ve gone too far to turn back will I actually reward you with a single orgasm. I hope it will be worth it — you’ll have traded your entire identity away forever to have that one moment of bliss.

All our dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Your mind.