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A cognitive restructuring approach for reformed feminists and aspiring bimbos.

Sometimes, against your better judgement, you may find yourself seeing or hearing something that you know should turn you on, but your feminist conditioning has taught you to consider “sexist”.

Maybe it’s the way a celebrity is asked questions about her relationships or her body instead of about her work. Maybe it’s how you’re treated at work by male colleagues. Maybe it’s some comment you get in your DMs on this very site.

You’ll instinctively want to point out “That’s Sexist!” - don’t do this, for the following reasons:

1) it will make you seem shrill and annoying. People won’t want to be around you if you’re constantly policing them. You don’t want to be boring and difficult, you want to be fun and easy to be around

2) it’s redundant. Men do know when they’re being sexist. They just don’t care. You pointing it out doesn’t achieve anything.

So, for a happier life, in the interests of being more fun, in the interests of getting more attention, let’s try to reframe that unhealthy impulse to point out things that are sexist.

This can be done with a simple, well placed, ‘e’. Begin to completely replace the word ‘sexist’ with the word ‘sexiest’ in your vocabulary. Just think of it as an adjustment to pronunciation.

Is a man talking to you like your only value is your tits?

It’s not sexist - it’s sexiest!

Does a man automatically assume you don’t know something and goes to explain it to you?

Hey! That’s sexiest!

Rando in your DMs telling you that a woman’s place is in the kitchen or on her knees?

OMG, so sexiest!

See how such a subtle change can completely reframe the interaction! Now you’re not an irritating, prudish women’s libber; you’re a fun little bimbo; acknowledging that yeah, it is kind of hot to be objectified!

It is sexiest to accept that men can talk to you and treat you how they please. Wouldn’t it be hot to be turned on as you making yourself complicit in them being sexiest.

Tell the men who treat you that way that they’re being sexiest. They’ll sincerely thank you for the feedback and you’ll feel good about yourself because of it.

Tell men that they’re being sexiest and reinforce it by rereading what they said and touching yourself.

The sexiest men deserve to have their cocks sucked, don’t they?

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She is giving that cock a bubble bath

@thevaultofpost

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Slut Review:

@objectformalepleasure2 is a very good girl who truly lives up to her name. She is eager to please and quick to obey. I asked her to meet me with pigtails in her hair, no panties and her remote vibe in. She complied without question.

She is a bit slow so requires a little patience to properly handle but she listens to feedback and is so desperate for approval she’ll eagerly redo a task that she performed wrong.

She’s a very proficient cocksucker; I’d say this is her greatest asset - her throat opens up nicely to comfortably accommodate a cock, so you can expect to feel her tongue caressing your balls while she inhales you. She will go at it or allow you to face fuck her at your discretion.

Be warned, she does get very wet just from being groped and played with a little so you may need to have her clean her mess off the floor when you’re done with her.

All in all, she’s a very good slutty bimbo, and an experience I would recommend.

9/10

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Need this

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what about a bar with a Free Use Happy Hour?

sluts drink free

asking for a freebie is consent to be used

free drinks come with a little red wristband wrapped around them that goes on your wrist once you've finished the drink

you don't have to get any drunker than you want to be! people who want to fuck the drunkest sluts can just count the wristbands

(the bar makes money by kicking out anyone who isn't drinking every now and then, so non-sluts still have to buy drinks to participate)

anyway people can start groping and fucking you as soon as you've finished your first drink, but if you want more you can just stay at the bar and get fucked from behind while you're ordering and drinking them

no dress code but your clothes are probably gonna be soaked in cum at minimum so you may as well go in your cheapest, tiniest outfit

if you only want to be a little tipsy you can down a couple shots and then go lay yourself out on a table or hang out near the toilets waiting for someone to use you

alternatively if you're determined to pass out on someone's dick and wake up with unknown volumes of cum leaking out all your holes, go right ahead. one of the bar staff loves taking still life photos of unconscious sluts lined up along the bar with bottles plugging up their used holes to save on mopping time

(if a bartender thinks your actual health is in danger but you're still asking for more they'll just jerk off into a cocktail glass and feed you that so you can still get another wristband. you're too drunk to tell the difference so he's probably doing your liver a favour)

take off the wristbands when you're done and someone will call you a taxi (free if you let the cabbie use you on your way home)

just a little fantasy I came up with while I was supposed to be focusing on something else :3

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She’s got you right where she wants you @xoxovlodge - a bidding war between you and your husband - you offering paying ever more for her not to fuck him, and him offering even more still for her to fuck him. If he wins, no doubt he’ll make you pay him back when he gets home

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If you are ever wondering, “am I a slut?”

A good way to check is to ask, are you qualifying the size of your gangbangs?

What's the most extreme thing that you've done in regards to sex?

A small gangbang

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I need to take out a girl who can pull this off

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I’ve been waiting all day for you to arrive. You didn’t give a time, just that you’d be here and I should be prepared. The house is clean, I’m freshly showered and dressed how you told me to. Low cut top, short skirt, no underwear. If I bend over I��m afraid my udders will fall out. My makeup is perfectly done, thick eyeliner and mascara with blood red lips. I look like a whore in my own home.

Finally you arrive. The front door was unlocked and I heard it open, nerves in every inch of my skin. You come in and look at me, a small smile as you realise I’ve done exactly what you told me to do. I ask if you want tea. Two cups, milk and sugar there. Part of me is nearly embarrassed I don’t own a milk jug but I never have. The small room is thick with tension as I make the drinks and set biscuits out on a plate. I’m a good hostess. The treats are put on the table and you nod before I go to sit.

A-hem

it’s the smallest clearing of your throat before my bare ass hits the chair and I realise. It might be my home. You might be drinking out of my mug, eating my biscuits, talking about my decor. But it’s not my place to be there. I stay standing against the wall as I sip my drink. We’re making small talk - the weather, politics, the latest bullshit the world is talking about. I curse about one particular topic and it’s a tap on my arm. A warning. I get one. The next will not be so easy.

The worst part is I can feel the wetness between my thighs from the tension. It’d be easy for you to slip a finger between my legs and see just how much I want more. It’d be obvious really. I don’t think I could stop a moan if you did. Moaning. Begging for friction. At your direction all I’ve done is edge for two weeks and my libido is on fire. You stand and look at me. I’m barefoot, clothing barely covering me. You’re in jeans and a hoodie, boots too. It’s the epitome of cunt versus Man. I know where I stand in it. I can’t look at you and look down feeling inferior. You haven’t said anything to make me that way but it feels natural.

My mug is taken from my hand and put on the counter as you lead me into the living room. The silence is deafening while we do. Once there I’m pushed over the arm of the couch, udders straining to break free as they do. The tiny skirt is flipped up and I can feel air against my soaked cunt. Fingers penetrate and I moan as the feeling is so good. Too soon those same fingers are in my mouth to be cleaned as your free hand exposes all of my body.

I didn’t know what to expect, but you pulling a leather length out of your pocket was not it. That until you show the tiny clip on the end of it to me. The cold metal briefly rubs against by needy clit, eliciting a gasp. Before I know what’s happening you show it to me again and then clip it onto the ring I put in my nose years ago.

“Good cunt. Now you’ll remember how much you wanted this every time you breathe.”

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Baby, I want to concatenate our cells

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Talk less,

Smile more

Let them know you’re nothing more

Than a dirty whore

If you want to give him head

Sluts who use their mouths well, moan in bed

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What a desperate bitch

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I can’t condone imagery like this. It really disgusts me. The recycling bin is right there. Even if you’re done with her, she clearly still has a few years of good use left in her for a man who is less attractive, more depraved, more abusive, who’ll accept a secondhand slut.

We only have one planet, people.

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I enjoy leaving voice notes for good girls to get off to.

There’s a power in turning you on with just my voice.

Often, I turn myself on part way through recording it and you can hear me start to stroke my cock while I’m telling you all about how I’ll use you.

I recently recorded myself giving instructions to my whore. She listened to it blindfolded, naked with headphones on while I stood over her. My actions timed perfectly to the words in the recording.

Afterwards she told me that she almost came for me then and there when she heard me and the recording utter “good girl” in her ear at the same time.

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Cute date idea - you kneel at my feet and cockwarm me, while I go through your phone and you tell me all about each contact listed there.

I listen, then decide whether to:

Delete the contact

Keep the contact and move on

Keep them but rename the contact

Keep them but make you call them and tell them that they need to understand you belong to me now

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Let me preface this by saying I have the utmost respect for enthusiastic sluts who know what they are. Eager cunts who have trained their minds on degrading porn, read and internalised all the “misogynistic” captions and imagery to be found on tumblr. Shameless cock worshipping whores, I salute you and I will always have time for you. To indulge and encourage you. To exploit you, since I know how you long to be used.

But if I’m honest, corruption is so much hotter to me. The good girls I mentioned above are treasures, and some other men truly will treasure and protect and use them. But I prefer to make respectable women into good girls. What can I say? I enjoy a project. I like to get to know a shy girl, pry into her secret box of perversions and help her put words thoughts she didn’t know how to verbalise. Nothing gets me off more than hearing that I’ve given a girl new kinks, that she’s so much worse since she met me, that none of her friends know what she’s becoming.

It all starts with a single confession, a slipping of the mask - one little fantasy you’re a bit ashamed of. Let me expand upon it, explore it, until you understand your desire so much better than you did before. Now it can become a mantra, a foundation from which we explore new desires. Soon enough these conversations, these thoughts given shape, consume more and more of your waking mind until you simply have to act on them. Before you know it you’re walking away, legs shaking, from your first true experience. The first experience I helped curate. Your first taste of what you’re becoming.

But it’s not enough. It’s never enough. You’ve never considered yourself an addict but you’ve become a thrill junkie, a cock craving cunt. Just like the rest. And I can look upon my works, and smile. And think about all the men who’ll use you in the future and thank me for making you what you now are.

Slut.

Watch your thoughts, they become your words; watch your words, they become your actions; watch your actions, they become your habits; watch your habits, they become your character; watch your character, it becomes your destiny.