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Happy for Emma watson winning her oscar and Ryan Gosling just being an overall goat!
my child actress crush and the one now ♡♡
Like they are too beautiful
You know what I want to know? I want to know what the cast of Harry Potter thought of Severus Snape and Snily. Particularly Emma Watson
Cinderella is (still) a heroine
Recently Keira Knightley mentioned that she doesn't allow her children to watch Cinderella, because "she did nothing and waited for a man to save her". Because she isn't "feminist" enough. Emma Watson too made about the same comments a few years back when she rejected the role of Cinderella. To be honest, I was extremely disappointed with both actresses's interpretation of the character, a bit more with Watson, because she is a UN ambassador for women. Cinderella is a domestic slave in a male dominated society. She's an orphan, her remaining(all female too! ) family appears to be financially unstable, and yes, she's a servant. Do you know how many women are actually in the same position today? MILLIONS. Moving on, with one of my favourite quotes about Cinderella: she didn't ask for a prince. She asked for a dress and a night off. She had every right to be at that ball, she even worked hard to be there, and yet her stepmother and sisters still found a way to sabotage her. Enter deus ex machina: the fairy godmother. Because social services didn't really exist at the time. She gets to the ball, she has fun, she even gets to meet the prince, and yet when her time is up, she just goes home. She doesn't beg anyone to take her in, she doesn't ask the prince to save her. Why? Maybe she's still too traumatised and scared to actually escape. Maybe she thinks she isn't worth that much anymore. So, home she goes, back to cleaning and cooking. This is where I'll stop narrating. This is enough. This is a story that has been true, is still true, and sadly will be true for countless young women. So, Keira and Emma, please tell me: what is a "strong woman" supposed to do when faced with poverty, abuse and has no access to education, welfare or even just a better job? Why does Cinderella have to be a role model, when she is in fact a victim? All these women in sweatshops, in the fields, in the kitchens of rich men's mansions, would really like to know: I'm I not "good enough" as a woman?
"Oh, darling, no, I didn't mean it like that. It's perfect, honestly. You're exactly what I've been looking for.
Let me explain.
Do you have any idea how easy it is for me to find a guy with a big cock? Believe me, every guy I meet who's packing more than seven inches finds a way to let me know at the earliest opportunity. And, I won't lie, there are times when I've rewarded their boldness.
Oh, don't let my public persona fool you, dear. I enjoy a good shag as much as the next girl. And, when I'm in the mood, there's nothing quite like a tall, handsome, arrogant, well-endowed, hunk to hit that spot.
But, men like that tend to be a little... patriarchal, for me. As much as I might like a man to be dominant in the bedroom, when it comes to every day life, woe betide any man that tries to control Emma bloody Watson.
No, what I'm looking for in a partner is someone more... passive. Someone who'll let me take the lead. Someone who's not so full of macho entitlement, who'll submit to me and my authority.
And you, my small penised friend, strike me as exactly the sort of... person, I'm looking for.
So, if you're interested, follow me into the bedroom. I have something I'd like you to try on."
Obligation
"Ok, so, I know you said you weren't ready, but I found the perfect guy for you. He's here, waiting to meet you. No, no, come on, don't run away. You're going to love him. He's exactly what we talked about. Tall, handsome, in great shape, very well endowed. Well, of course I checked. I'm not going to bring a guy back to our apartment if he's not got the equipment we want, am I? One small penis is more than enough for this relationship, thank you very much. Ok, ok, I'll be serious. Look, we've been talking about this for ages, we both know it's going to happen sooner or later, right? I want this for us. I want it for you. You're so ready. You are. Whenever we play with the toy you get this look on your face like you're… I don't know… just… perfectly content. Blissful. Come on, he's waiting. Don't worry, he knows what to expect and he's into it, especially after I told him he'd be your first. Come on, I'll be with you the entire time, I'll even hold your hand."
"I'm not disappointed that you failed, darling. I'm disappointed that you tried. After all this time, you still have this silly notion that you're a man. That you can do the things a man can do. Control me. Dominate me. Fuck me. I thought we were passed this. I've told you time and again, you'll never be that for me. You'll never be inside me. You'll never be in my mouth. You'll never fuck me. You'll never be a man and I'll never treat you like one. But you can be my sissy. My soft, delicate, pretty little sissy."
Go on then, I dare you. You said you could fuck me just as well as he can if only I gave you a chance.
Well, here I am, this is your chance. Fuck me. Oh, I'm not joking. This isn't a trick. I'm not going to pull away at the last moment.
Fuck me. Show me what a man you are, that I was wrong all this time, that you're not a sissy at all, that you're a man, who can fuck me the way he does.
Show me I don't need him or his big cock. Go on, do it. Fuck me like he fucks me and I'll be yours forever. I'll do everything you want me to. I'll let you fuck me whenever you want to. I'll suck your cock. Let you cum on my face. Anal. Everything you ever dreamed of doing to me. I'll call him, tell him it's over, that I've found someone better, a real man, that I'll never need his perfect cock inside me ever again. I'll marry you, have your children, all of it.
But, if you fail, it's over between us. If you stay soft, if you cum too soon, if you don't fuck me to within an inch of my life and make me cum over and over on your cock like he can, then that's it. We're over. All of this, the clothes, the cage, the intimacy, our entire relationship, done.
So, what are you waiting for? Afraid? Afraid you won't be able to do it? Frightened your little sissy penis won't get hard after being locked up for so long? Worried you'll squirt as soon as you touch me? That your small, slender little penis won't fill me and fuck me the way he does? Afraid you won't be able to make me cum? That you'll disappoint me, the same way you disappointed that poor, nice girl that gave you a chance before we met? That I'll laugh at you. Tell you that you don't deserve a woman like me. That'll you'll never satisfy a woman, never be inside a woman ever again.
Or, my little sissy, you could accept who you are. Not a man, not even a boy really. A sissy. My sissy. My gentle, soft, tender, kind, pretty little sissy. Who loves her mistress and does as she's told. Accepts that she'll never have what he has. Never know what he feels when he's inside me. That soft, warm, wet sensation. Never feel me tightening and gripping as I cum on his cock.
Oh, gosh, his cock. Kiss me, darling, kiss me and lick me where his cock goes. That's what you're good at. Oh yes, like that. You can't fuck me like he does, darling. Don't even try.
This is what you're for. Licking, kissing, sucking. Oh yes, you're so good at sucking. Be my sissy. Let him be the man. Let him worry about fucking me, about dominating me, about dicking me down when I need to be put in my place. You just accept yours. Your place, beneath me, below me, on your knees, licking and kissing and sucking.
Good girl. That's better. You see? You see how much better it is? No more stress or worry, no more fear thar you'll never be enough. Just acceptance. Acceptance that you won't. Not like that anyway. Not like a man. But you can be enough like this. You can be soft and pretty. My girl. My handmaid. My sissy.
"Why…why aren't you dressed yet?"
"Dressed for what?" Emma asked, confused.
"I thought we were going on a date?"
"No, I said you had a date," she told me.
"With…with who?"
"That cute guy from down the hall."
"A guy?"
"Oh, stop," she said, "we both know you're gay."
"I am not!"
"Well, you will be after tonight, trust me."
"What?" I swallowed, seeing her staring at me.
"You know, ever since last week, every time I look at you, all I can think about is you on your hands and knees sucking his cock."
Professionalism