Corrupting Kate

I hope you’re ready.

Just remember, you wanted this. I told you I could destroy your life. And you asked me too.

You begged me, while I was fucking your brains out last night. I’m sure you’ve had quite a few second thoughts now. I’m sure you’re terrified, and convinced you’ll be able to resist. That I’m just teasing.

But you’ve already turned up for your shift, haven’t you? And I’m sure you’ve done everything else I told you to as well. I can see it in your nervous little eyes. Did you leave your purse, your overdue credit card and everything else you own in that tiny apartment you can barely afford? Your phone, your id, your car keys. Of course you did. You walked out that door with nothing but that pathetic little outfit, the keys to your door and the last of your cash for a taxi.

You can’t help it. Now hand me the keys. There’s a good girl 

So in an hour or so when I’ve finished my meal, I am going to put the pair of scissors on my table. And you know what’s going to happen then. You are going to climb up onto the table,  take the scissors and snip off all your tight, slutty clothing while you tell the world what a pathetic slut you are. Then you’re going to masturbate until you’re fired.

You won’t have a choice Allison, but you better make it a good show for me.

If I’m satisfied with your performance, I’ll finish my desert then walk over to the park just down the road. I’ll pick you up, and I’ll see about finding some room in one of my wardrobes for you to live in when I’m not fucking or humiliating you.

But if I’m not, then I’ll find a drain somewhere to drop your keys down.

And you’ll be left. Naked, hiding somewhere in a park. A two hour walk from your apartment with no clothes, no money, no phone and no way to get through your front door.

Broke, stuck in a big city with no friends, no family, no money for food and a rental contract you can’t afford anymore. Freezing, and desperately hoping that I’m on my way. That I’ve just taken the time to enjoy my desert. Or that I’m having another glass of wine. 

So you better smile for me Allison, because you really want to be on my good side today.

Be pretty.

Be pleasing.

Be pink pilled. 💖

How to Fix a Feminist!

Lesson 1: Change Her Reading Habits!

It’s common knowledge that feminists enjoy reading, in fact most feminists can’t go a day without blathering on about the works of Freidan, Woolf or Greer. A modern feminist without a book or a protest sign in her hands is a rare sight indeed!

In truth, most feminists have no interest at all in the prescribed reading list of their gender studies courses, they simply desire to display their intellectual superiority to all those around them. It’s their own misguided attempt at seeking positive attention from others.

If you tell a feminist to abandon her reading materials, you are likely to be met with fierce resistance or even outright rejection. Instead, a thoughtful and persuasive Man should take advantage of the feminist’s habits by simply replacing the materials she reads over time.

If your feminist is living with you, perhaps her books could slowly be replaced with something much more palatable. Buy her subscriptions to several fashion magazines, then convince her that if she doesn’t read them she is neglecting your heartfelt gift to her. Over time there will simply be no more room for textbooks when she has an entire stack of Cosmopolitan to read!

Another idea is to challenge her intellect. Make little bets and wagers with her. Dare her to read an entire cookbook and then offer to reward her for every recipe she can cook without needing to “cheat” by checking the page.

We all know feminists love nothing more than to prove just how smart they are, so before too long she will have the entire cookbook memorized and you will be well on your way to turning her into proper housewife material!