mysoginist utopia in which a girls nipples are trained from when they’re young.
It starts with puberty, and continues until she’s married. It’s tradition to get your daughters chest pierced when she turns 12, and from then on, her tits are the main focus of the men around her to teach her submission. It’s a treatment plan doctors often reccomend for brats. You’re stripped of your trainer bras and your shirts.
There are lots of other ways women are taught their inferiority since birth, but this period of their life is crucial for them to get it ingrained into their head. from the time a girl is 12 to 15, by the time she’s married, the men in her life are encouraged to use her chest as a reward and punishment system as they see fit. Your father leads you around in public by your sensitive, growing chest, and men chuckle understandingly. They take your other tit in their hands, rolling your oversensitive, clamped bud between their fingers, grinning at you. They give your chest a soft, appreciative slap, and tell your father something about how well you’re being raised.
By the time you’re thirteen, your piercings are equipped with weights- going up, up, up in size to get you used to the feeling. Your toddler younger brother plays with them whenever he wants, squeezing harshly and pulling on you- already sore and sensitive from the weights and the constant clamping. Sometimes he’ll latch, and if your mother passes by, she’ll just give you a sympathetic, proud little smile.
Your older brother on the other hand, will play with them while he’s gaming or studying- sometimes, if you’ve been good, he’ll film you and send them to his friends. Or he’ll tell you to just torture yourself until he says stop, for hours on end. If you’ve been good, sometimes your dad might strap vibes to your chest for the night.
When you’re 15, you’re put through the standard tests. Part of that is your reactivity. If you pass, you’ll be given your first set of lingerie- for graduating into womanhood, and sent off to private bidding at the discretion of your father. after you’re bought, you’ll spend the next decade pregnant, and then spend the rest of your life serving your sons and supporting your daughters the same way your mother did. If you don’t, your father gets to decide if he generously keeps your defective body, which rarely happens. Usually, they either send defects off to the farms, or to be handled by the government and put in service for public use.
