You're in school right now, because you know it'll make me hard.
You thought you'd just be sucking cocks, and calling me 'Daddy' all day. I quickly robbed you of that illusion. You actually bought into the idea that a patriarch would want you mindless, animalistic, useless for anything but basic stress relief, but why on Earth would I want that from you?
"I'm just a set of holes." - then why do I have to feed you? Why do you need to exercise, to avoid getting depressed? Why do you collapse after being on your feet for twenty hours, and need rest, before you get back up? If you were just a fleshlight, then none of those things would concern me. I took ownership of you, because you can do more than that.
"Brains are for boys!" - No will is for boys, (or more accurately, men), good girls don't opine, but they do think. You shouldn't ever have an independent thought, or desire, but you still need a brain to serve to full capacity. There are things you can do for men, that a fleshlight, a roomba, and a TV cannot. Learn them.
When I first DMed you, it was more from curiosity, than anything else. You were young, and pretty, but the internet is full of young, and pretty girls, and even sick fucks like me can find those who share our inclinations with relative ease, but there was one thing about you that stood out: You were a fucking idiot. "Oh, we're all idiots; no smart person would make a public blog about how we she wants to be raped.", you protest, but that's not what I mean. Most of the women on here are either intellectuals, authority figures, or activists, taking a break from their real lives to indulge in something naughty; or else they are broken women, desperate to indulge in something morbid, in the hopes that they can feel whole again; or they're young sluts who only recently realized they had a sexuality, and are looking to explore a little of everything. You were none of them. You were a 21 year-old woman, proudly announcing you were dropping out of Uni after finishing your first two years, because "Brains are for boys", and you just needed to get good enough at cocksucking to support yourself. It had to be a troll; surely, this was some fantasy statement, from someone who would never follow through. But then you posted the not-quite-redacted screencap of your email, and I realized with baited breath that of all the over-eager, underthinking baby-subs I'd ever seen, you were the most dedicated, the most eager, and the most utterly self-destructive.
My wife is my property. I'd mentioned her before, several times on my blog, and even sent a few pics, so when I messaged you asking what you thought of her, you eagerly replied. "She's so submissive, so brainless, so slutty, so obedient, so pretty!" You gushed, and gushed, and I accepted the flattery, while I still felt it wasn't a distraction, but afterwards you asked the question, which I knew you would eventually; the one that no-one ever expects me to answer honestly: "What's the hardest thing you've ever made her do?" "I made her finish her Master's Degree."
I wouldn't normally answer that. I try to keep myself as undoxxable as possible. I wouldn't even normally tell people she had one, but in your case, it's part of the reason why I messaged you. I wanted to know why you thought a good, owned slut should be uneducated. "Because I think submissive women are happier, and you can't be a submissive if you're educated, or high-earning, or anything like that." But we both know that isn't true, or at least, you know it now. I'm no less a misogynist than you are, kitten, but I understand what that means: A woman's place isn't "In the home", or "In the kitchen", or "On her back", or "In the workforce.", it's "Wherever the fuck her man wants are to be." Your purpose in life is to be loving, servile, dutiful, obedient, and useful to the men who own you. And every man has different needs: For some of us, 'useful' means loyal fuckmeat, that we can unleash our stress in to at the end of the day; for others it means a 'domestic goddess' slave, who cooks, cleans, and keeps the house neat, so we don't have to; for others it means a serious 'money maker', to ensure we can stay at home all day, pursuing our non-employment based interests; or perhaps a loving pet, with whom to snuggle at the end of the day. I explained this all to you, and I asked you what utility you could have to one of us. "Well, I usually see myself as a fuckdoll, like a big-titted, brainless, slutty bimbo pornstar." "And what have you done to that end? Do you know cosmetology, or fashion? Do you have an income, with which to pursue these expensive hobbies? Can you dance? Have you ever practiced throatfucking, or anal, or anything else conducive to this end?" You'd tried a few things, but you didn't know how your "Journey" would end.
So now you're in a Matrix Algebra class, dripping wet from the egg toy in your cunt, but forcing yourself to focus through it, because you know you won't be able to cum this week, unkess you pass your next quiz.
Now you're attending study groups in the sluttiest, most pornified apparel you can find, so everyone knows who and what you are, and is baffled that you're getting better grades than them.
Now you're spending hours memorizing material properties of different substances using Anki, while completely naked, and covered in body-writing that marks you as owned.
And you've never felt more degraded; and you've never felt more proud. Good girl.
