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Any female can be trained

All it takes is the right stimulus and the response will be favorable. To each female, much like any other animal, the stimulus varies. Whether out of desperation at the loss of a job or other life changing event, or perhaps at the hands of a Dominant boyfriend that simply takes what He wants, every female can be trained to obey, to serve, to even fuck on command. Willpower factors in to things but if the will of the Owner exceeds the will of the female, it is only a matter of time before its training begins to cement in its brain and it starts to learn the desired rules of the Owner. 

After all, a dog does not choose to be trained, to be house broken. A horse does not choose to be broken to be ridden. It is the Owner that makes that decision. 

I firmly believe that all owned cunts should be marked by their Owners upon being taken. While branding, like the picture above, is an extreme option, tattoos are also acceptable.

If you've read much about Me, you know I prefer extreme measures that mean no return for the female once they're undertaken. Whether it is making it cut off its clothes, leaving behind its purse and keys or this... Backing out is not an option once the situation is set in motion.

As females, you are ruled byyour emotions....all of you. you cannot help it. you might as well not have brains because, no matter how logical something seems, your emotions will override that decision almost every time. you overthink everything which causes constant turmoil and the inability to be rational at the most crucial of times.

This lifestyle or the potential of it is a major source of emotion for many of you. you masturbate to the most extreme porn and images of cunts being used for pleasure with no regard for their well being. your cunts leak at movies and images of females being humiliated and degraded for the amusement of others....

Yet you struggle with the idea of that very thing becoming either part of or your life in general.

I've seen it so many times.

Guilt, shame, dignity and self esteem hold you back.

"What would people say if they knew? Will He think I'm disgusting if I tell Him or show Him what I like? Am I capable of being what He wants?"

So many questions like that flood your tiny brains.

The sad part is, the older you are, the more time you've let the outside vanilla world shape you, the harder it is to change.

We are creatures of habit. The more we do something, the more cemented into our brains it becomes.

Our behaviors in time shape who we are ane, likewise what we are capable of. Yes, behavior is learned but our comfort zones shrink over time until we can't see ourselves doing or being anything than what we are.

The point is, NOTHING is impossible. you merely think it is becuase it's always been impossible.

The right Man can make you just as comfortable naked, collared and leashed on all fours than you are at work or out with friends.

cunt was owned completely. it was no longer a woman, no longer even a female in His eyes. It was an animal.... property.

As such, it had forfeited its rights entirely. The right to speech, the right to independence, the right to free thought and most of all the right to own anything...

He owned its body. He owned the rings on its nipples and cunt lips. He owned the ink on its body from the tattoos He put there as well as the scar from His brand on its ass.

I own the cage you sleep in, the floor you crawl on and the bowls you eat and drink from.

I own the collar around your neck and the leash that connects it to My hand.

He owned the house it lived in, the floor it crawled on and the bowls it ate and drank from.

He owned the yard He took it for walks on and made it piss in like the animal it was.

Most importantly, He owned the collar around its neck and the leash that connected it to His hand.

Therefore, He owned IT.

That’s the natural order - Man gets the bed - Cunt gets the floor

Walk.

Fetch.

I expect you to ask for permission for everything:

to go out

to talk to people

to spend money

to have a treat

to sit on the couch

to start a diet or to end it

to wear pants

to do anything out of the ordinary

Not just because I'm taking such a scary choice away from you. Not just because I'm giving you a new purpose.

When you look up at me - from where you're trapped underneath me, with your legs forced open - you're going to see my eyes closed and my lips parted. You're going to hear me sigh with pleasure each time I push into you again.

And I hope you're grateful that you can give me that. That your body can be an instrument of ecstacy. That when you conceive, it'll be the result of such pleasure.