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This is a helpful mantra and guide for girls who are new to the Patriarchy. It is a simple list of Ten Commandments that you should read thoroughly, try to understand and to obey without question.

⓵ You will accept your new name.

You may be given any number of new names by Men. He may call you Cunt, Slut, Whore, Pig or any number of names you may consider to be demeaning or degrading.

And you will accept all of them and address him as, ‘Sir,’ as a sign of respect unless told otherwise.

⓶ You will accept that you’re inferior.

But you are not worthless. You are inferior to Him in all ways but that does not mean that you do not have worth. Your value is decided by how pretty, how obedient and how submissive you are to Him.

⓷ You will accept that you’re property.

And you will embrace the role with dignity, happiness and acceptance. Girls are weak and those that are weak submit to those that are strong. It’s only natural after all.

You begin your young life as your Father’s property until he passes that role to a Man he deems acceptable to own you. You’ll never be independent and pretending that you will is a futile exercise in frustration.

⓸ You will accept that you have no rights.

You have only the privileges afforded to you by your Father, Master or any Man who considers you worth using. They may taken away or given as freely as He chooses to.

You have no right to expect privacy, clothing or even basic sustenance. Your life is quite literally a gift.

⓹ You will accept that you’ll never come again.

This may be difficult to accept for some of the more, let’s say ‘eager’ girls, but it is important to recognize that girls shouldn’t come. Orgasms are for Men’s pleasure and to procreate. Yours, however, are absolutely meaningless. They’re fleeting bursts of pleasure that last mere moments.

You shall only edge from this day forth. It’s a wonderful tool to help keep you feeling frustrated, needy, and so delightfully desperate that you’d do almost anything for the mere chance to come again.

⓺ You will accept that you’ll be collared.

Wearing a collar is a symbol of your status as a Man’s property. All cunts from the day they’re born should be given a collar to be worn permanently, removed only to be refitted and to have the cunt’s neck cleaned.

Your Father will pass the keys to your collar’s lock to the Man he gifts you to. You’ll be passed along, never to escape it, just as property should be.

⓻ You will accept that you’re a slave.

Never forget that you belong to Him; that you are His. You are to always do as you’re told, no matter whether or not you enjoy it. You are his cunt, his property, his slave. And you will always obey him.!

⓼ You will accept that you may be sold.

You’re property and like any item on the shelf of a supermarket, you may be purchased, resold and even disposed of. It is best to accept and understand that you’re situation could always be worse and strive to be a better cunt.

⓽ You will accept that you have no privacy.

Your body belongs to Him and it may be put on display at anytime if He wishes it to he. He may also post you on porn sites or even send nudes of your body to people you know. You have no expectation of privacy as a Cunt and you should fully expect to be exposed often and on a whim.

⓾ You will accept that this is who you are.

Give up any childish fantasies of having a career, of equality or being independent. Accept who you are - what you are - and understand that nothing will ever change for you. You were born a weak, helpless, submissive little cunt and that is what you always be.

This is an alternative take on the Molly storyline that I began here.

She’d lost his number. She’d ransacked her apartment looking for it, gone through everything she owned three or four times, even dug through the dumpster looking for that cocktail napkin, but it was no use. He’d told her she’d want it in a few days, when he’d bought her a drink and pressed it into her hand at that ritzy bar last month, but she’d just thought it was pick-up bravado. Now she knew better, but it was too late.

By now she was beside herself. She couldn’t stop thinking about his cock, imagining it in a thousand different shapes and sizes, knowing that it would be perfect. Her pussy was raw from playing with herself, and still she could barely focus on anything without daydreaming about how that cock would look, how it would smell, how it would taste when she took it down her throat or how it would feel sliding between the lips of her pussy, she was so fucking wet, he’d just slide right in and she knew she’d cum right away and she just knew that it would feel amazing even if he wanted to fuck her in the ass and come to think of it she wanted him to fuck her in the ass and she didn’t give a fuck about condoms because she needed to feel that cock and to have his cum inside her trickling from her pussy being gulped down her throat filling up her ass splashed across her tits FUCK

She’d almost crashed her car into a building last week, and given up driving ever since.

She’d looked everywhere, tried Google and Facebook and asking around at that bar, but all she knew was that his name was Kyle, and no one seemed to know who he was. The last two weeks, she’d been coming to the bar every night, barely able to keep her hands steady enough to do her makeup, staring at the door and hoping against hope that he’d walk in. But he never did.

Plenty of other men approached her, of course. She was so wet all the time they could probably smell her pussy from across the room. It took all her willpower to fend them off, but she reminded herself that he could walk in any minute, and she needed to be here just in case. At the end of every night, when the bar was closing, she’d go home with one of them in a desperate bid for some relief. It was good, it was always good, but it never really satisfied her. What she needed was his cock, she fucking needed it, no one had ever needed anything as much as she needed his cock, she just knew it would fix everything if she could only have it inside her for a second if she could just feel it pounding into her she’d do fucking anything anything anything at all swear to GOD

I wouldn’t say it’s your fault. That implies there was something you could have done to prevent it, and this… this was always inevitable. You had to know you couldn’t hold my attention forever. No matter how much I like you, I wasn’t going to give up the chase.

No matter what you do, no matter how great your blowjobs are or how enthusiastically you ride my cock, we’ll always be moving towards this. There are some things that can’t be changed. I’m always going to prey on other women just like I preyed on you. And you… you’re always going to be the kind of girl this happens to. I hope you have enough self-awareness to recognize that.

Sure, you can beat yourself up about it for the next month or two if you want. Hit the gym every day and start talking about how you love threesomes or whatever. But all that’s going to do is make you feel worse when this keeps happening anyway. It’s probably best to just accept this. If you can, I recommend fetishing it.

She looked down ashamed, feeling his eyes over her. He was not her first one but he was different. She knew him and he knew her. From her previous life as well. Hearing his voice made her shiver.

-          I am sure that hearing your story of how a bright, graduating top of her year, miss feminist became a fetish escort in Hong Kong would be fascinating but I just don’t care. What I care about is why I got a girl with such a small tits.

  -        Please.. Rich…Mr Richard… don’t complain on me.. I will do anything… for as long as you will be staying in Hong Kong… just please.. don’t complain.

-          You profile stated some limits….

-          No limits Mr Richard.

He’ll be back. He always comes back.

She’d been telling herself that for the last three hours, ever since he’d missed dinner and that clenching feeling in the pit of her stomach had begun. It was true. He was late sometimes, but mostly he just got held up at work, or went out for drinks, or something like that.

He’ll be back. He always comes back.

But sometimes he didn’t come back until morning. Or late at night, smelling like perfume and pussy. When that happened, she didn’t ask where he’d been, she didn’t have the courage. She wasn’t sure what would be worse: if he got angry with her for asking, or if he told her the truth.

He’ll be back. He always comes back.

How had she fucked up this time? She cataloged the last few weeks. Had she said something to upset him without realizing it? Was he mad about the way she’d screwed up dinner a few nights ago? Was she not pretty enough? She was hitting the gym every day… maybe she should think more about getting those implants.

He’ll be back. He always comes back.

She was working so hard for him. No more complaining, always a smile. She’d been watching the kind of porn he liked – she’d even taken notes – trying to master the way he liked his cock sucked. And she never told him she wasn’t in the mood anymore, no matter where he wanted to put it. Everything had been so good lately, of course he’d come back.

He’ll be back. He always comes back.

Once I have cum though, I have taken my pleasure. I have had my orgasm and what you do with the result does nothing to the quality of my orgasm or your blowjob. Spit it out, and your blowjob becomes neither measurably better nor measurably worse.

So when I tell you to swallow my load, it is not you doing something distasteful for the sake of my pleasure. It is doing something distasteful for the sake of your misery. I like that. I could let you spit it out and gargle with mouthwash and I would loose nothing.  So you can be sure that when I make you swallow, it is because I want you to gag a little. I want you to have semen burps. I want your mouth to feel dirty and I want your body to sustain itself in some small part on my cocksnot.

For a long time, i didn't understand what Men find hot about this. A girl licking a toilet or other non-sexual but icky things. But nowadays i know that it isn't about sex, it is about dignity. A normal person wouldn't lick the toilet, but a dirty whore would. That means by licking the toilet the girl admits to being a dirty whore. She shows that she has no boundaries, that she will do anything for him. Often it does not even matter what it is she does, as long as she does it because he wants it (and would never do it without him demanding it). And the more repulsive the action is, the more turned on the Man gets.

By debasing ourselves, by lowering ourselves to toilet licking whores, we can attract male attention. Every girl can look pretty in a dress, it is not that difficult. And while it is also not technically difficult to lick a toilet, most girls get stopped by their pride and dignity. Only by being able to overcome those burdens, we can show Men that we are worth their time. We can show them that we don't act inside the normal morals, that we are not like all the other girls, we are better, more fun. Of course, toilet licking is here just an example, not every Man will be into this particular action, but what they are into is into pushing the boundaries of what is considered "normal".

In that sense, it is kind of a test. A test if we are ready to submit or if our pride and dignity have ruined us. When it comes to sex Men have a very dirty and creative mind. There will always be new things that they invent. Just look at the porn industry. One would assume that by now every kind of porn has already been shot but yet the industry is booming with more and more videos coming out each day. Men don't want to let their sex life get stale, they need new things. So while it might have been enough to show some ankle 150 years ago, today Men need more. They need dirty sluts. They need us to throw away the "morals" of society and go the extra mile. Where it once has been showing some ankle, then maybe some knee and now we are in a time where clean-shaven pubic hair and anal sex is expected.

It won't stop. It will keep going. Men will need more and more, we can't just sit back and relax on the basis that we once licked a toilet. No, Men need more and need it repeated. You cannot do things for the first time twice. Once you degraded yourself in a certain way, you can repeat it but you can never make happen for the first time again. With each repeat, it will get easier and more normal. That is why morals shift - there will always be people on the edge of what is "normal" and push the boundaries a little further. And after a while, it is not seen as weird anymore and a new normal gets created.

So keep in mind that with every degrading action, with every defiance of your pride and with every renouncing of your dignity, you shift what's normal a little bit further. And every first you give your Man just ingrains you in his brain. A Man will not remember the 10th blowjob he got, but he sure as hell still knows everything about the first time he came into a girl's mouth. Do your research and check the porn sites for new stuff. Look at what is trending, those are the videos Men are watching. Watching something is the first step. After they have seen plenty of it, they will want to experience it. So prepare by watching the same videos and get used to the ideas in porn. Over time even the most degrading actions can appear normal to us, use this to your advantage and always be one step ahead :)

One thing Men really don't need (especially after a long workday) is a waterfall of words when they come home. This does not mean Men don't care about us, but they are not as communicative as we are. They need their quiet and rest to recharge their energy.

Also one of the main reasons why a man wants a divorce is a nagging wife. Nagging can be really harmful (even to your Man's health) and sadly, nagging happens automatically when we just word vomit whatever comes to our minds. We tend to talk for the sake of talking because we want to communicate with our Man and we want to include him in our life. The problem, however, is that Men can't differentiate between what is important to us and what is just word salad. Men tend to focus on problems and want to provide us with solutions, so whenever we bring up problems to them they feel the need to solve them. That can put a lot of stress on them (especially when they are listening to us instead of recharging their batteries). So even if we don't mean to nag them, we often do so by accident.

It is important to reduce our communication (while on the other hand, it is important for Men to increase theirs) so we can meet each other somewhere in the middle. This is where gags can come in handy. It is easy to restrain yourself from talking when you have a gag in your mouth. It makes us think about what to say and prioritize the information we wanna give our Man. As a special hint to Men: gags can also be super useful during movies or sport watching if your girl has the tendency to talk over the TV. Don't cheap out on gags though. It is important to get a comfortable one. First, you have to get the size right. You probably have to try a few different ones, but i prefer ball gags with a slightly smaller ball. Don't go too cheap on the straps however, they need to be easy on the skin too. A full muzzle can be super useful and comfortable too, but the act of putting it on and off can be a bit of a nuisance. Now comes the most difficult part. Dear Sirs, i know that when your girl is gagged you feel super relaxed and you could let this go on forever. But it is really important that you give your girl her talky time. She needs to vent, she needs to talk nonsense and most importantly, she needs you to care about her life. So gag her when you need your quiet when you need to rest some, when you need to get some energy back or when you just need some me-time. This is perfectly fine. She doesn't need to talk 24/7, even if she wants to. But keep the clock in mind. Your girl needs her talky time as well. You can limit it and move it to when it suits you best, but you cannot get rid off it. This would only lead to an unhappy girl. But keep in mind that when her talking gets to much, you can gag her again. Just be fair about it and be sure to give her the attention she needs.

Imagine being locked in a room. It’s comfortable, couch, chairs, carpet, even a plush bed. There’s everything you would want to keep yourself entertained with and despite there being no windows the light fluctuates in rhythm to fit the time of day. The only ominous feature (besides being locked there) is the big heavy metal door with a small panel for food deliveries and a circular panel which has yet to be opened.

Oh, and the dildo attached to one of the walls.

The dildo is, you have surmised, one of those hollowed out ones that can eject fluids. Disgusting, you muttered to yourself the first time you saw it. There’s even some clear liquid dripping from it. Thankfully the carpet absorb the droplets and it makes no sound.

However, after the first day or so you can’t help but eye it. You have gotten food, good food even, but no water. Your mouth is parched and after much debate you spent a few painstakingly slow hours collecting droplets from the dildo in a cup. For the first time in 24 hours you have a glass of water. And once the cup is empty you must have more. Shy and stubborn you lick at the dildo, might as well cut out the middle man, and after a couple of licks a click sounds and water starts flowing out. Surprised you barely think before latching on, your lips around the tip as you greedily drink down the water.

It continues like that for about a week. A little song-and-dance of licking at the dildo until it starts ejaculating precious water. And you get used to it.

Then, one day, it doesn’t work. You lick and lick and lick, but nothing happens. Perhaps it’s run out? Whoever put you in here is done playing? Or maybe you are not trying hard enough?

The last thought hits a couple of hours after the thirst and seems too logical to not try. So you take the tip in your mouth, just the first few centimetres and you almost cry with joy when the water starts flowing.

Sucking the tip works for about a week before the dildo is dry again. But this time you know what to do.

So you take a little more.

And when that stops working… You take a little more.

Two months is all it took but now you’re deep throating the dildo, slobbering and licking and sucking to keep the water flowing.

I will decide your sleep schedule, what and when you eat, so that you won't forget to take care of your health.

I will decide where we go and what we do, so you only have to relax and enjoy.

I will decide what you wear, and give you codes. Code 1 for slutty, 2 for sexy, 3 for classy. I will tell you which code you'll need for every day and for every occasion. You will only deal with the best part: having fun shopping according to My preferences.

I will decide how you speak, how you refer to Me, how you refer to yourself, what tone and choice of words you use.

I will decide what you think, how you feel, and your opinions about everything, including your own life and memories.

I will decide how you act, how you move, how you walk and how you present yourself to Me.

I will decide what housework and chores you take care of, and what exercice routine you follow.

I will decide when you're free to watch your favorite shows and pursue your hobbies, after I've approved of them.

I will decide how you edge, what will turn you on from now on, what mantras you'll repeat daily, how you train your holes for Me, and what porn you watch.

I will decide how you serve Me, cook for Me, help Me relax, show off and dance for Me, entertain Me, humiliate yourself for Me, soothe Me, be cute and silly for Me, and how you suck My cock and take it in every last one of your holes.

I will decide how I punish you, praise you, train you, discipline you, reward you and encourage you.

I will decide what slave you are for Me each day; the bimbo fucktoy, the cute soothing puppy, the worthless cumrag, the abuse whore, the cum dump, the leashed pet, the housewife, the slutty maid, the club hoe, or Daddy's girl.

I will decide everything.

I will decide, so you can be free.

Free of the worries and stress and responsibilities you never should've had as a woman.

Free to be happy, and horny, and silly, and fulfilled.