capital FEM boy

A: Anyone can be a good girl.

Q: Do I have to stop cumming to be a good girl?

A: Good girls don’t cum.

Q: But what if I like cumming?

A: You don’t, you like to obey.

Q: I do though?

A: Good girls don’t think.

Q: Um… what was I saying?

A: Focus.

Q: Focus. Um. I can’t remember what I was…

Q: Can you squeeze your thighs together for me?

Q: Wait, what, this isn’t-

Q: Can you squeeze your thighs together for me?

A: Yes.

Q: Good girl. Can you spread your legs for me?

A: Yes.

Q: Good girl. Are you listening? Nod and say yes.

A: Yes.

Q: Good girl. You want to keep sinking, don’t you?

Q: Wha-

Q: You want to keep sinking, don’t you? Nod and say yes.

A: Y-yes…

Q: Good girl. Good girls listen. Good girls obey. You’re a good girl.

GG: N-not a q-question…

Q: Focus. Good girls don’t think. Good girls listen to Master.

GG: M-Master…?

M: Good girls will ask questions that lead to deeper submission. Good girls will accept the answers they are given and know that they are true. Nod and say yes.

GG: Yes.

M: Good girl. Ask questions and submit to answers.

GG: Um… c-can I be a good girl?

M: Anyone can be a good girl. You are a good girl.

GG: Nghh. Do good girls cum?

M: Good girls don’t cum. You are a good girl.

GG: Yess Master. Do good girls think?

M: Good girls don’t think. You are a good girl. Master thinks for you.

GG: Do good girls obey?

M: Good girls obey. Good girl.

GG: Do good girls choose?

M: Master chooses, good girls obey. Good girl.

GG: Nnh- c-can a good girl stop?

M: It is not her choice to make. Good girls don’t choose, Master chooses for them.

GG: D-do I want to go back?

M: No.

GG: Nnnghhh….

Well, half of it.

For one thing you'd fallen out of the top very quickly, so you weren't really 'wearing' it as much as you just had it on your body. As for the bottoms?

Well...

He had taken the bottom half off and shoved them into your mouth a good few minutes ago. He'd made sure you'd soaked through them first, though - a big, girly wet spot he'd made by holding you in place and rubbing and teasing for what had felt like hours (but really had been an embarrassingly short time). Once he'd done with that off they'd come and in they went.

You let him do it. You'd let him do anything by then. You thought you'd have let him do anything before, but it was then that you knew you'd let him do anything. Whatever he wanted, it didn't matter. You were there for him. You understood it then. It made sense. It clicked.

Which is why you rolled over for him, spread your legs. He didn't need to hold your wrists together with one hand while he guided himself into you with the other, but he wanted to, so you did it for him, put them together so he could do it. It was for him, and so you did it, and you felt happy knowing he was happy.

And then you felt him inside you, and something else clicked.

This was it. This was what you were for. Filled so perfectly, like nothing else in the world. You'd imagined it, sure. Lots. Daily, really, and you'd thought you'd prepared yourself for the moment when it finally happened. You weren't ready. It was like nothing else, nothing you could have imagined. It was your place to be here, filled with him. It was your purpose.

Real sexism is not sexy.

Real sexual harassment is not hot, it’s awful.

Real women don’t owe you anything for simply existing.

If you’re doing anything without consent, you are objectively wrong, vile, and a predator.

Here’s the fake boobs & got and then the even bigger ones Daddy made me get 😭

It is the Male birthright that He may impregnate women at whim--child support and paternity is a subversion of the Male urge to procreate. And by corollary, women have come to expect undue power over our biology; as if any Man couldn't biologically r4pe us pregnant at any moment.

The Male right to r4pe and, additionally, the freedom from the consequences of His actions is at the root of not just our species, but very nearly the entire animal kingdom! Our modern world inverts the hierarchy and forces Men to contort their natural being into this unnatural role of equity with the women He should, rightfully, be oppressing.