underneath-your-lies

[underneath-your-lies]

I'm often asked by cute pets about this, so here's a general answer for the future good girls.

It doesn't matter.

Your job doesn't matter. Your degree doesn't matter. Your "achievements" don't matter.

Edge, stick your tongue out, drool. You're a dumb, needy, pathetic slut.

You're a woman. A Man will fold you in half, dick you down into submission, brainwash you into His collared slave, and nothing will ever feel better or more right than that.

You'll go weak at the knees and docile the moment He grabs your chin and makes you look up into His stern gaze.

You'll yearn to please Him, and shiver when you obey His most trivial commands, as you try to hold on to your facade.

You'll ache to be taken and ruined by Him.

"Achieving" will never feel as good and as right as obeying and serving Men.

Especially when you were never good at "achieving". Especially when every field you were ever in was founded by Men and is dominated by Men.

You know it never felt natural. It was always stressful and anxiety-inducing. You felt compelled by society and circumstances. You were never as good as the best Men. You never could handle competing for results.

You just wanted to be praised. It's normal. You're made to please. Hence, even when given wrong goals, you kept at it, desperate to be praised by authority figures.

You hid it all, because the times called you to be "independent" and "strong" and "do whatever a Man can do"... without, of course, ever asking you whether you even wanted that life. And as you discovered that you couldn't, you grew more frustrated and depressed and anxious.

The only reason you ever managed to do anything is because you were cut off from your nature as a woman from a young age, and was brainwashed by a feminist society. You never learned about edging and porn until later in your life. That's how they could force you to do things your biology wasn't built to do, like study and work.

Your naive and malleable brain, made to worship and obey Men, was hijacked by a false idol: feminism. So you dedicated yourself to it, because you didn't know better. You're not made to know better after all, you're made to listen and obey.

Since you're a follower and a people-pleaser by nature, you didn't openly question it... even though embarrassing and taboo fantasies swirled in your mind from a young age.

You're coming home.

The good girls who started early know it: once you edge yourself stupid until you can hear your cunt's voice, you reconnect with your nature, you become the mindless bitch in heat you were born to be.

You know it yourself now.

Everything is feeling more complicated, more burdensome, now. That job you were proud of is a hassle and an intimidating source of stress.

As you're growing more denied and corrupted, you're becoming dumber and more pliant, like you were born to be. And it feels so good, so right, so addictive.

Your real self comes out. You understand that those fantasies you've always had are what you want to be: an owned piece of abusable rape meat, collared and disciplined and freed from responsibilities and decisions; a precious little girl, protected and cherished and allowed to be vulnerable and naive and silly and happy.

Now you know that you can never go back. Ask the little Tumblr sluts who relapsed time and time again, feeling more confident about their calling every time they came back.

That's why they made sure to shame you into "independence" and demonize every other path, to prevent you from seeking it out and discovering the truth about your nature and the natural order.

That's why I told you, it doesn't matter what you think you did or learned or think you're able to achieve.

You know it, now that you became a useless little stupid edge slut and wannabe property: you never could have done anything if a Man had kept you home and made you rub yourself stupid and trained you for His use and told you what to be.

And you'd have been so much happier that way, wouldn't you?

You'd never have wasted all those youthful years.

You'd have accepted your place easier, and been owned and protected by now.

Don't worry, sweetie. Every woman has a good girl in her, no matter how long it takes to make her come out.

It doesn't matter what you "think" about yourself. You're a woman. You're not meant to think.

If your job, salary, degree, social expectations, upbringing, hobbies, social circle, managed to give your gullible little head the wrong idea about your place and worth, just spread your whore legs and edge and watch some porn. Drool and repeat: you're a set of cockholes, a breeding bitch and a service slave.

If those social ties make you feel like you're "betraying" your old life and self, don't worry, you're not. You're coming home. That mindset and persona were unfairly thrust upon you.

And don't lie to Me, angel. You rub your pathetic pussy to the very idea of your downfall: being broken by cock and made to betray your old principles and life just to become property, corrupted and stripped of your old identity and whatever "dignity" you mistakenly thought you could have. It scares you and turns you on.

You don't even need to decide to leave. You're too indecisive for that. Just edge and make yourself into a good girl. The right Man will come along and make the decision for you and put you in a tight slutty dress and heels and tell your friends that His little girl never belonged in the workplace, while you're sitting on His lap and sucking on His thumb as you blush from your old coworkers' incredulous, and aroused, stares.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Only Daddy matters now.

It doesn't matter.

You're just a woman.

[underneath-your-lies]

We're going to play a game, My little bunny.

I know you're feeling conflicted as you read and rub your pathetic pussy to My words. So go ahead and try. It should give you a definitive answer.

If there's a full-length mirror in your room or bathroom, use it. If not, use your phone's selfie camera.

I want you to strip.

But not in any way. I want you to imagine there's a Man in the room. Your crush, your boss, your asshole acquaintance, your dad for the kinky ones, or Me if you've been dutifully rubbing to My blog. Imagine He's in the room, relaxing and coldly staring at you with a smirk, as you can't help but want to obey Him, to please Him, to humiliate yourself and objectify yourself for Him.

Put on a show for Me.

Bend over when you take off your panties, take your time removing your top and make that fabric pull on your tits and nipples before letting those puppies bounce free.

Run your hands on your little body. Yes, little: tall, short, curvy or thin, you're still small and soft and weak and fragile in front of Me. Don't be afraid.

Now, I want you to walk over to that mirror.

I want you to caress and grope yourself. Look at yourself. Your feminine shape, your tits that only exist to entice a Man and feed His babies, your breedable hips and ass that signal how fertile you are and how healthy the children you'll bear for a Man will be, your dainty shoulders and collarbones and arms.

Imagine Me towering over you, standing behind you and running My big strong hand all over your womanly body. Grope yourself and imagine it. Play with those tits, caress your hair, your arms, thighs, belly, hips and ass. You were made soft, weak and pliant, for Me who's hard, strong and domineering.

You have a literal cockhole between your legs, easily accessible, always eager to get wet and make a cock feel good. Nature made you the best fleshlight and cum dump: your pussy evolved for the sole purpose of being as pleasurable as possible for cock, to drain as much cum as possible from My balls.

Your silly "priorities" and consent don't matter: I could rape you and that cocksleeve would eventually get wet and start to clench on Me.... perhaps even harder than during whatever self-respecting sex you used to have. Remember what happens when you're edged out or cumming your brains out: your pussy desperately clenches on nothing, desperate for a cock to please and milk. Your pleasure only serves Mine. Your pleasure's sole purpose is to entrench the fact that you're made to please Me, and to make you more docile, obedient and dumber.

Your womb is so eager to fulfill its purpose that one drop of My cum is enough for you to conceive and grow heavy with My child, for your whole body and life to change. Rape and sex are the same thing for your body. You're made to be taken, to be used, to be bred, to be claimed.

So grope your whore body, and consider all of this. Just look at yourself. A set of three cockholes to bring different types of pleasure to cock, and a soft dumb little brain that's made to obey and be brainwashed into whatever your owner desires.

Take your time. Enjoy yourself.

And face the truth: aren't you just a stupid fucktoy and breeding bitch?

You were silly to think you could ever be anything else.

But I'm not done with you, angel.

Now that we've reminded you of your purpose. I want you to stick your tongue out and drool. Shake your tits at the mirror. Yes, like those internet sluts you've denounced so many times. Slap those whore udders and pinch your nipples. Jump and shake them. Look how dumb and slutty you immediately become. It makes you feel good and right and fuzzy to objectify yourself for a Man.

Turn around and grope your slutty ass, that ass that's made to take a good pounding. Arch that back and spread those cheeks to see your cock holes. Tease them with your fingers from behind. Aren't you just the perfect sex object? Look at those curves, look at the way that body twists and moves and offers itself under every angle. It's no wonder tight and revealing clothes look so good on you, no matter your insecurities. You can't help it. You were made to entice, to be enjoyed.

Shake your ass and spank yourself playfully, again and again. Twerk for Me, even if you've never tried before. It doesn't matter how ridiculous you feel. Put on a show for Me, just because I want it. Entertain Me. Entice Me into mounting you there and then.

Feel the mix of shame and arousal that grabs you, but also realize that you can't stop once you've imagined doing it for the entertainment of a Man who only sees you as prey and a potential personal plaything. You'll feel yourself shaking your ass harder at that thought. I want you to feel like a stripper, like a cheap tart, like a dumb ho...and I want you to realize that it feels so good and right, that you'd do anything that Man wants, that you actually regret not being able to properly twerk for His pleasure and get Him hard, that you wish He'd make you put that educated feminist ass to good use for once and learn how to do it.

Turn around and drop to your knees, facing the mirror.

Shake your udders and drool and rub that bitch slobber all over them. Rub that little cunt. It's wet, isn't it? And you want more. You're blank and just want to obey. No matter how embarrassing it is, it feels good. It feels right.

Look at yourself, with that tongue out and being such a needy, pathetic little dumb slut. Rub and repeat.

You're a pretty little personal sexdoll.

You're arm candy.

You're a three-holed cum dump.

You're an abuse slut.

You're stupid rape meat.

You're a nasty, pathetic service whore.

You're a dirty cum rag.

You're a dumb cunt.

You're a cock sleeve.

You're a toilet.

You're a slave.

You're a bimbo.

You're whatever a Man wants.

Your purpose is to serve and please Men.

Good girl.

Now lick those whore juices off your fingers. Make a lewd show out out of it. For Me.

And use them to confess to Me exactly what you felt when doing all of this.

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Daddy I saw your post mentioning teaching how to kiss and my brain is so fuzzy just from that 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Want dad to teach me how to take his tongue in my mouth taking what’s his and forcing me to do the same back 😵‍💫

While you do this your boner grows and I get needy and want to grind against it but you smack me in the face for being a greedy slut, for wanting to take more than I’m given

Want you to approve of the smut I read and porn I watch, forcing me to describe what’s happening and you make me watch worse ones to get me even more brainrotted, to be the rapedoll you want me to be

Soon I’m begging for your cock while on my knees, even just a little even just a little bit you kick me in the stomach and force me to hump your shoe because that’s all I’m fucking getting, just a dog that humps shoes and objects and furniture without cumming 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I’ve missed you here I was hoping everyday you’d come back wanna be your 3 holed free use rape dog abuse whore with an ass and set of tits

What a filthy immoral whore of a daughter I have. I don't remember raising such a perverted little nasty humiliation slut.

Good girl.

Yes, Dad will claim you and make you His perfect little worthless piece of entertainment. Just a mindless, edged out little bitch in heat yearning for Daddy day and night, kept at home and craving every scrap of attention, abuse or care, because that's all Daddy's love. This is what I made you for.

I'd take My inexperienced, but naughty and clingy girl's mouth and force My tongue inside to show you how I prefer to kiss. You'd go weak at the knees and dizzy as I lick the inside of your mouth. I'd force you to do the same. I'd grab your neck and jaw with My big hand while you're unconsciously grinding on My thigh and spit in your mouth. You'd be shocked but couldn't help but moan, blank and stupid, and swallow reflexively before sticking your little dumb puppy tongue out again. I'd slap you to teach you that you have to thank Daddy for everything He gives you.

I'd slap you again for making a mess on My thigh and wanting My cock to remind you of your place, you greedy little slut. I'd spank you on My lap and make you apologize. You'd be overwhelmed by the new sensations.

If you're sorry enough, I'll let you grind My desk leg, naked on the ground, while I work and ignore you, because I've got more important things to do than some dumb toy at My feet. You'll whimper and beg for Me all along.

I'd have you read and watch the porn I prefer on My lap, with your legs spread and your head resting on My shoulder. I'd rub your filthy bitch hole as you describe it or read it aloud. I'd get you fuzzy and horny and whisper to you that this is what My good girl will be and do for Me, and you'd just blankly whimper "YesDaddyPleaseDaddyPleasePleasePlease" because nothing matters apart from pleasing Me and being a good girl for Me. I'd teach you what your purpose is as a woman.

I'd tell you to cut down on seeing your friends or watching series. Your new hobbies are watching porn for Me and training to serve Me. You'd keep humping every surface in the house like a bitch in heat. You need it. You know Daddy wants His little girl to be obsessed and desperate for Him. You're proud to show Me how needy you are and have Me degrade you for it.

You'd beg and cry for some attention from Me. I'd kick you away when you get too noisy. You'd just apologize and keep begging. When I finally allow you to eat My ass while I relax, you sob and bark and roll on the ground in joy.

From time to time I might even use your holes to jerk off, raping you as I slap you and spank you and spit on you. You'd moan and drool stupidly and thank Me and beg Me for more.

My little cock worshipping, ball slurping, ass eating, cum guzzling, abusable little piece of rape meat.

Tss, what a hopeless daughter I have.

Perfect just for Me.

And you better miss Me even harder. You know Daddy won't be satisfied if you're not the neediest and filthiest girl ever for Him.

Good girl. Rub for Me. Lick the air and swallow while imagining I'm spitting in your mouth as a reward. Thank Me out loud in your empty room.

Get naked and re-read My words. Realize how I'd take control of your soft body and weak mind, and ruin them.

Now tell Me, how hard would you work for it?

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I wanna be your little boot humping slave sir please please pleaseeeee -👞

What’s the difference between a cum rag and a cum dump?

That's a good, pathetic, polite little slave.

Begging publicly, and so hard, just for the privilege of getting to hump My boot and show Me how frantic and needy you get for Me on it.

The ultimate little slave, just wanting to worship and be near Me, not daring to be any greedier than that.

You'd have to make a huge mess on My boot to prove your sincerity to Me, pet. Then I'd slap you hard and have you clean it with your mouth, berating you for being such a gross, messy, disgusting little pervert.

How much adoration for Me do you have to make such a mess on My shoe? The answer better be "All that I have, Sir, it's overwhelming", slut. I'm a possessive and controlling Master. I want all of My little slave's devotion. I'll want all of your thoughts and feelings.

You'll hump so hard and drip so much for Me, won't you?

You'll hump like a stupid little mindless, disgusting, pathetic bitch in heat, and leak on My shoe and floor to prove to Me how much you need Me, how much you want to please Me, to be the best little slave I could ever allow to serve Me. Living on your knees, naked and collared, humping for scraps of My attention and sobbing from joy when I pat you and praise you.

Forget about your old life and responsibilities. You're not meant for that, kitten. Sir will take care of it. Your dumb little brain is meant to serve and obey. You'll just be My little house slave and worshipper, following Me around with your collar, needy, denied and silent. I'd put you in cute slutty clothes and you'd wait patiently by My side to be allowed to worship Me and help Me relax.

If I sit at a café, you'll politely beg Me to let you rub My leg, or even - if I'm in a generous mood - straddle My thigh and hump discreetly in the middle of people while resting your flushed hot face on My chest and thanking Me while you try to muffle your panting in your hand. You'd grind and keep praising Me as I read a book.

If I'm relaxing on a couch, I might cross My legs on the coffee table and allow you to hump. You'd be humping My shoe and hugging My shin while I don't even see you, as you moan loving words for your Master.

That's all you aspire to and that's your happiness, being My little adoring, obsessed toy that I keep preciously at home.

I'd leave you one of My boots like a plushie to grind on on the ground while you watch porn or daydream about Me, waiting for Me to come back home.

Good little hump slave.

You'll make Me proud and yearn for Me so well, will you?

P.S.: it comes down to degrees of degradation. You cum in every hole of a cum dump and cum rag, and on them. A cum rag is a filthier cum dump. You wipe your wet cock on its face and hair, you also cum everywhere on it and discard it.

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Hello Mister! Would you/have you ever allowed a woman to just come over and clean your home ? Nothing In return of course, just as a little thank you for being a trad man 💗 or make you a nice meal ?

Hello, pretty bunny,

Aren't you cute. Were you thinking about Me letting you come one weekend to be the loveliest little fairy homemaker for Me? Lighting up the room with your smile and laugh, cooking and cleaning for Me and making Me lust for you just with how caring and soft and sweet you are?

Yes, it happened a lot.

About cooking Me a meal, more times than I can count. Cleaning, a couple times in the past. I've always been a very orderly person. Why do I mention this detail?

During My college days, some girls who came to "hang out" genuinely looked for every opportunity to clean things up for Me. They told Me they liked doing it, and that I didn't need to clean up if it bothered Me (they thought I cleaned up before they came, when I just hate messiness).

So, sometimes I'd leave some freshly worn clothes laying around on purpose for them to fold. They looked so cute chatting and folding. It was like giving them a stuffie to play with.

For My feminist friends, they were just "helping out" while complaining, but oddly still doing it even when I told them not to. It's like when they rolled their eyes at My jokes but still stuck around instead of going back to their "safe spaces".

Which brings Me to why I love your ask, darling.

I noticed that all girls, no matter what they say, write or think, genuinely and unconsciously like being allowed to take care of a Man they respect/like in that traditional way. You just have to give them a discreet occasion, because most "feminists" are only staunch in their beliefs in public, due to girls being weaker than Men to peer pressure, and the guilt-tripping of social expectations.

When they're shy or more traditional, this care is sometimes even a way of flirting or giving strong hints. Bolder good girls will usually be more comfortable with conventional flirting and teasing.

The way they enjoy paying attention to details, seeing you enjoy it, hearing your praise, following your instructions, feeling useful.

They may think they're feminist, but their very actions and behaviors when taking care of a Man are more akin to joyful serving than "a one-time caring act", even when they don't realize it. I tested that one time with a very career-oriented female colleague. She wanted to repay Me for My help, and I just said that I prefer genuine attention to a gift. She actually was happy cooking in My kitchen while complaining about some future stressful career decisions. She didn't register the fact that she was laughing with Me and giggling and happily moving around while seemingly complaining until I pointed it out. She just blushed and kept going.

Most of the time you don't need to confront them about anything, you just need to remind them that their nature feels good and right.... because it is their nature.

It's just in your nature to want to please and take care of a Man.

P.S.: I've had this ask sitting for a very long while, along with others I have yet to answer. I was gone, and I like giving more attention to the interesting ones, so I leave them aside.

So if anyone reads this and was thinking that I've ignored their ask, it's actually a good sign.

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Pulling you aside mid-date to pin you against a wall and take what's Mine. I'll teach you what happens when you're this needy and obedient all day. Fuck, that soft ass and those loving eyes make My balls ache.

Taking out your plug and making you suck on it as I ruthlessly push My hard fat cock up that slutty asshole.

Taking control of your body, one hand on your neck and another gripping your soft hip, as I brutally rape you until your muffled moans get too loud so I spank you with My big hand and tell you to take it like a grateful slut.

You shake all over and whimper.

Oh? Clenching even harder on Me from it? Dirty little whore you are...

You love Me reminding you what owning you means.

[underneath-your-lies]

Your blog has confused me so much. I thought I was a feminist, I mean I know I am, I’ve always been one but… I can’t help but keep coming back to your blog. It’s so shameful but the more I read the more turned on I get and further down I scroll each time the more I have to rub and i get more and more confused. I’m currently soaked writing this after scrolling for just 15 minutes. I really don’t know what to do because I can’t stop and part of me wants to take it further.

I don’t know what to do. It’s like a switch goes off in my brain when I read this stuff and the more degrading and humiliating it is the more I wanna hump my pillow. It’s even worse when I’m ovulating and I don’t know how to stop it or even if I wanna stop it or if I should stop it.

Yes, yes, sweetheart, I'm sure you are. A perfect, exemplary little feminist.

That's exactly why, I'm sure, discussing this a bit more would never, ever, shake your beliefs, right?

You can even stay anonymous, though DMs would allow for more privacy.

You know, it turned Me on reading your confession, you bad little kitten. That pathetic, needy pussy juice must have tasted extra sweet and nasty, as you leaked away your old beliefs and most secret desires.

You know that your horny self is your real self, right? No, don't try to intellectualize it. I mean especially for such fundamental and general stuff like this, like the natural dynamic between a Man and a woman. You can't help it, because your pussy doesn't give a fuck about the dogma of the times. It contains your most primal identity, and it leaks and dumbs you down and pushes you towards what it has always needed since the dawn of nature. Your female nature craves it.

Don't worry, sweetie, it's not shameful. It's pretty brave to admit it and want to talk about it.

Because you didn't just send this to forget about it, did you? You're gonna read My words, rub in a frenzy to your own willing submission, then answer Me, because you can't help it, as you said. You need to understand, you want to take it further.

It's okay. It's normal. My inbox and DMs are full of this exact pattern of conversations. You're far from being alone. You can see that from this app alone.

You did very well, sweetie. Fuck, I bet you're so bulliable and hot as you hump like a mindless bitch in heat to things you'd never admit. I'd force you to hump My desk leg on the ground as you admit to Me everything you fantasized about while you burn in shame and arousal.

Such a good girl.

Here's one last piece of advice to help you decide: it's already too late.

You saw the truth, you saw what could be. You could delete this app and go back to your life tonight, and you'd still never be able to stop imagining it. "What if..?", as you size up every "partner" and Man you meet, as daily life grows more complicated and stressful and anxiety-inducing, as your "healthy" relationship (I actually never understood what was healthy about those) grows duller. You'll keep wondering, and wishing in your heart, that a Man would make the choice for you.

It's your nature that made you desperately rub and yearn for it, sweetie. I wasn't even there in the room to coerce you.

Go ahead, let it all out and tell Me. Or rather, I'll tell you. You'll find that I can guess what you've gone through frighteningly well. I told you, I'm used to it.

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I keep coming back to your post about forced anal, it’s just sooo hot, especially cus my bf kinda pressured me in to it the first time, but eventually I’ve grown to love it, now I can hardly cum without something in my ass, so I just wanted to say thank you for that amazing post <3 I move in with him in a month and I can’t wait to be bent over as he forces his dick in my ass regardless of if I’m ready or not <3

Now that's just a lovely naughty ask to come back to. I'm happy for you, kitten.

Someone is well on their way to become a true anal whore.

Pretty soon that little pussy will be permanently denied and ignored, just pathetically clenching and drooling as your boyfriend takes your real, tight, fuckhole and claims you again and again. If it's still hard to imagine, give it time.

You'll keep training your asshole for him like a good girlfriend, getting more and more addicted and pathetic all on your own. You'll be showing off your gape to him, ass up face down on a table, to beg him to fill you up. He'll just spit inside of it and tell you to beg harder like a good desperate whore.

You'll first cum from your ass one day, then find it progressively easier to cum from it...until one day you'll squirt from being railed up your shitpipe like a braindead cock drunk nasty slut. That's when you'll know you never want to cum another way again.

Anal has a way of putting you in your place, doesn't it? Physically and mentally.

It's also really addictive. You become extra horny and nasty once you're used to it. It's always on your mind.

And being pressured into it is excellent. I'm sure you kinda secretly wish that he would have forced himself into your virgin asshole despite your protests to take what's his and remind you what you're good for.

Good girl.

Go on with your bad selves, lovebirds.

@horny-corner-of-stuff

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Long time no posts, are you ok?

Thanks for the concern, anon. Just busy with work, but I'm back and well. I hope you're ok too!

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Seriously how does one find a man like you!?!

Ahahah, aren't you a sweet pet.

Even on anon, you've got a little sparkle shining through. I like it, it's charming.

To answer you, I'd need to know more about you and your situation, kitten. In general, know what you're looking for in that Man (short-list some traits, tastes, kinks and behaviors you want in Him based on what you like around here and in real life), and make yourself into the girl such a Man seems to like.

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Are nudes okay to send to you?

Yes they are, pet. I'm used to them, they're just good etiquette when you talk to a Man.

Though I'm more interested in obedience and the mind.

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I stumbled across your blog and it immediately made me wet. I’ve been touching myself all weekend, rubbing my clit, humping pillows, and teasing myself with the shower head. Will you remind me why I shouldn’t give in and cum?

What a hopeless, pathetic, little perverted edge slut.

Just a mindless little bitch in heat, rubbing and humping to feel good and get worse for cock and Men.

I've seen you spam liking Me just now. You've been rubbing and scrolling down My blog.

Good girl.

First of all, you shouldn't cum because once you edge to My blog, you have to beg for permission to cum.

Second, you shouldn't give in because cumming is not what you really want, you silly little girl. You want to stay right where you are, feeling good and mindless, forgetting about all of your worries and being the wet, dumb, desperate, obedient fucktoy you were made to be.

As soon as you cum, it'll be ruined. You'll go back to being anxious and to thinking about life and those problems that are too complicated for you. It'll hurt your little brain and make you depressed.

Third, good girls don't cum, they edge and stay ready to please. Denied sluts are needy sluts, and needy sluts are obedient sluts.

Fourth, rubbing and frying your brain with smut and porn will let you get more depraved and push your limit, to be the best fuckpet you can be for your future owner, and that's the most important thing.

See? There's absolutely no reason for you to cum.

In fact, you should beg Me to not let you cum and to add a couple more days of denial for you, instead of the other way around.

@a-goodgirl-foryou

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Thank you for the amazing content! I used to be a miserable feminist until I accepted my place as a woman. Now, at 23 years old, I realized that I am inferior to men and that it’s my duty as a woman to serve and obey men. Nature made women weaker and gave them 3 holes so they could be easily dominated and used by men. It’s the natural order of things and any woman who denies that will remain miserable. 🤍

Good girl.

And you're welcome, kitten.

Tell Me, how did you feel, typing and confessing all of this?

It feels so good and so right to admit what your place is, to admit that you're nothing but a good little rapable fleshlight for Men. It made that pathetic little pussy clench and leak. It made you feel even dumber and fuzzier and needier.

And the shame and humiliation turned you on.

That's a good little gender traitor.

I'm interested in your story, tell Me more.

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Oh my goodness!!! You have me squealing in bed kicking my feet! I can’t believe you responded to my ask and so in depth too! It’s like I just talked to a celebrity! I appreciate it so so sooo much! And I hope it’s not to much trouble but I wanna know what you personally think like how it is on your blog! Cause I think you’re so charming and I’d love to be with someone like you ya know? So I wanna cover all my bases! Please and thank you!! 💕💕

Ahahaha, well aren't you cute, My little pink bunny. I'm flattered by the enthusiasm.

By the way, I've also received the one where you asked about whether I was coming back - here I am - and the one where you describe yourself and your tastes. You sound like a lovely kitten. And with your personality, you're on the right track to get the Man you want.

Hmm, how to attract Me? Well, I'd start by telling you that it's a bad idea for you, since you sound so innocent.

To keep it simple, I'd say a genuine desire to please and serve, and care and softness and empathy. I'd also add a potential for depravity. It has nothing to do with experience. You can have absolutely no experience at all, and be clueless about sex. I mean that some girls just have a seed of filthiness in them, that's just waiting to grow and make them bloom into devoted little personal sluts. Generally that's what it means when My content resonates with a girl even though she never thought about such things.

I can take care of the rest: teach a girl how to obey Me, please Me just the way I like it, behave and dress and talk how I like, etc.

I never put "obedience" into My list because that's something that the Man should inspire in you. But then I already told you that in My last answer.

Now, here's why it's a bad idea.

I'm a very obsessive and controlling Man, and I like corrupting My woman even further, no matter her starting point: whether she's like you, an innocent, shy, secretly very naughty (yes, I can smell it, you bad girl) romantic girl next door; an older, experienced girl yearning to shut her feminist brain off and obey and be abused and controlled just like she's been secretly fantasizing about; a filthy good girl who already knows her place, has learned how to serve a Man and is waiting to be claimed and owned and ravished; a mature woman who kept her real self bottled up, etc.

Moreover, when I say that I'm controlling and domineering, I mean that I like having My woman, My property, totally worship Me, serve Me, humiliate herself for Me, and prove to Me her devotion and obsession in little everyday details as well as in the usual big actions.

I'll corrupt you, until you're into depraved, immoral things, and I'll own you, control you, without compromise, until you worship Me as your god.

And you'll love it more than anything else.

Don't worry, it'll start cutely.

In your case, for example, since you've never done anything, I'd first teach you how to kiss lewdly and passionately, I'd then make you My little Daddy's girl, then My pet. I'd explore your body and awaken new sensations in you, manhandle you as I whisper filthier and filthier things, and you'd find yourself cumming under My touch as you thank Me for letting you be My whore, even though you'd never have imagined saying that to anyone.

I'd have you be a good girl and ask and beg for My attention, My touch, My cock.

Then I'd keep edging you and denying you, then roughly fucking you, and making you take Me more violently each time, until your little innocent brain would break and get addicted, and would think about nothing but pleasing Me, because you'd discover that it feels so good and so right to be My good girl.

I'd punish you for your mistakes, and then mock you and berate you for how wet it makes you, which would make you even more desperate and soaked. You'd slowly understand how much you naturally crave and need humiliation and discipline. Pain and pleasure would start to mix in your little overwhelmed brain.

I'd make you watch more depraved stuff, as I tell you exactly what kind of collared little personal three-holed fucktoy and obedient abuse bitch you'll be for Me.

As months go by, you'd start begging, naked and on your knees, for stuff that grossed you out or scandalized you before, because the only thing that matters anymore, that fulfills you and brings you pleasure, is My pleasure and My approval.

I'd be your whole world, and you'd be My filthy devoted desperate slave.

I'd claim your body and mind and mold you into My perfect good girl.

Now, sweetie, you understand why that's a very bad idea, why it definitely isn't what you're secretly, unconsciously looking for.

[underneath-your-lies]

Do you have any dom friends here?

No, actually. What brought up the question?

[underneath-your-lies]

I want to be able to serve you what do I do to prove myself

First, that's "Sir" to you, pet.

I can already tell you'll need a lot of vicious spankings early on.

You're a bold and cute little girl, being so honest like this. It makes Me want to eat you up.

I already have good girls who work hard for My attention. However, do tell Me more in a DM, you never know.

[underneath-your-lies]

Pwease can I have cummies🥺🧸

No, My little cutie with the plushie.

You're gonna edge for Me. You're gonna hump and rub and grind against furniture on the ground for My entertainment. You'll beg Me to let you cum and I will laugh at you and deny you, and it'll make you grind harder, because you're a pathetic, needy slut who gets wet when I'm mean to her and bully her and degrade her.

And pathetic sluts don't get to cum.

If you do a good job, I'll let you hump My boot as I choke you and stare down at your teary, pleading eyes. You'll whimper and ask Me if you're being a good girl for Me.

And I'll tell you that you're doing wonderful, My precious sweetheart.