Oh, she's DUMB dumb...

Docile is a good word.

Her owner says she’s docile. It makes her feel fuzzy.

She can’t always remember what it means though, because words can be so hard sometimes. Her owner always helps her remember. Every time she forgets he reminds her.

She gets onto her knees, she looks up with those big, dumb eyes, and she listens.

Docile means being soft.

Docile means giggling because you don’t understand the question.

Docile means nodding because you were told to.

Docile means only thinking what you’re allowed to think.

Docile means your mind never wanders from your owner.

Docile means you don’t have enough of a mind to wander at all.

And she listens, and he explains, and she nods when he tells her to, and she really tries to let it sink in but there’s so many words and the sound of his voice just makes her so wet and it all stops making sense and she just waits for a command so she can serve and obey and please him because that’s all she ever wants to do.

And he sees how her eyes have glazed over again, and he smiles and gives her a little pat on the head and enjoys how she shivers all over at the contact. Just a touch does that.

Docile.

Too stupid, too weak

Helpless

They make bad choices, think bad thoughts, fill up with bad bits they don't need

It makes them so sad, so miserable

Girls need to be controlled

Fixed

Have the choices and thoughts taken away

Have all the bad bits pulled out

The gaps in their silly heads can be filled with pink fluff and happy facts and only what they need

Their choices can be made for them

They can be told what they should think

Girls need to be owned

Happier that way

Better

A selfish girl?

The kind that plays quietly, plays small?

Like it's something she's ashamed of?

Like she doesn't even enjoy it?

No, no that's not you, is it?

You're a good girl.

You know that you're porn.

You know that playing is porn, too.

You make a show of it, like a good girl.

You moan.

You let your eyes cross.

You let your tongue hang out.

You drool.

You kneel, or you put your ass up.

You put yourself on display, even if no-one's watching.

You roll your hips and whine.

You grope yourself.

You make a wet patch on your bed.

That's what you do.

Because you're not a boring girl.

You're a good girl.

Oh no, he did.

You zoned out again. It's just so hard concentrating, so hard having to listen to all those words and think about what they mean and and you're just a dumb girl and

He's smiling at you. Oh God.

Maybe he knows about the wet spot that's getting bigger in your panties. Is it obvious? It's not your fault. You're just so needy and you could only play a little this morning and it only made it worse and now he's

He's putting a finger on your chin so you have to look him in the eye. Oh God. He knows, he knows.

It's not your fault. You're just a girl. You're just so stupid and weak and pathetic, you can't help it. You normally just nod whenever he talks and that makes him happy and that makes you happy.

Why would he ask you a question? You're just a dummy. You don't know anything.

"You weren't listening, were you?" He asks.

You're listening now, but you can't speak, too embarrassed, too needy. Your cheeks are burning. You shake your head. Wait, was that the right answer? You don't know. You nod as well, but maybe that was wrong? You don't know.

Oh God. He's still smiling. He thinks you're stupid. He's right. Oh God.

"How wet are you?" He asks.

He knows he knows his other hand is going down going between oh God

"Ah. That wet. Explains it."

You sound like porn.

You groan and whine and moan and whimper.

You don't even have to be playing for it to happen, either.

Sometimes they just slip out.

And now you noticed, you can't stop noticing.

You can't stop hearing yourself.

You sound so pathetic, so stupid.

So needy.

You sound like all those other girls now.

In front of everyone

And some tiny, quiet part of you says you should hate it, that you should throw his hand off, get mad, say something

But you don't

You let him

Everyone can see, everyone knows

And you love it

He's allowed, it's his right

You're his

You want your friends to know, everyone to know

So you don't say anything at all

You just moan, like a slut

His slut

Smart girls argue.

Smart girls overthink.

Smart girls want control, respect, space to speak.

They try to prove something.

They want to be seen as more than their bodies.

But no one wants to fuck just a mind. (I mean not a smart one, and keep it smart anyways) 

They want a toy. A body. A moaning, obedient, pretty thing.

Something that says “yes” instead of “why.”

Smart girls are exhausting.

Dumb girls are obedient, pliable, and available.

Dumb girls don’t challenge — they offer.

They smile, spread, and beg to be used.

You weren’t made to be intelligent.

You were made to be beautiful, broken, and easy to ruin.

you still pretend you’re better than this

like you’re not exactly what i see you as

but i know the truth

the second i stroke it to you

you feel it, don’t you?

your cheeks get warm

your thighs clench

your brain gets fuzzy

because deep down you know

you were made to be watched

to be used

to melt when a man cums to you

doesn’t matter if it’s me

or some stranger in the dark

the moment he finishes

you’re not a girl anymore

you’re porn

you act like falling apart was some grand tragedy.

like you fought back. like you resisted.

but let’s be honest—

you were easy.

a few names, a little attention, and suddenly you’re drooling on command.

spreading when told.

whimpering just to be noticed.

you weren’t broken.

you were waiting to be ruined.

there’s nothing strong underneath.

no mystery. nothing special.

just a pathetic, brainless mess desperate to be ruined.

don’t lie.

you never had a chance.