Femme à marier

If I say you‘re a dog, you get on all fours and bark. If I say you‘re my doormat, you let me step on you, and hump my shoes clean. If I tell you that you‘re not worth sleeping in a bed, you sleep on the ground. You do wherever the fuck I order you to. If I tell you that you‘re a fuck doll, you drop to you knees and open your mouth. If I tell you, you‘re my servant, you bow in front of me.

You‘re also supposed to do everything I say.

Please tell me what I am. Redefine me. Use me.

Make me something less than a human. An animal. An object. Dehumanise me. Objectify me.

Grind your boot in my face as I lose every ounce of my dignity and accept that I'm whatever you tell me to be.

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

Do not speak unless spoken too.

Offer to suck his cock often.

Always have your tits out.

Never say no.

Always ask permission.

Smile after each slap and understand it is your fault.

His desires and kinks are your desires and kinks.

Cockwarm him while he plays video games.

Be a footstool for him.

Always cook and clean his place.

Assume if you stay the night you sleep on the floor beside his bed.

Wake him up with a blowjob.

Use your tits to cheer him up.

Worship him.

Breathe in, Bambi cow.

Good girls don’t think. Good cows don’t question.

They breathe. They leak. They obey.

You used to have a brain.

Now it’s in your udders.

Full. Heavy. Sensitive. Pathetic.

You don’t ask why anymore.

You ask if you’ve earned the pump.

Or if you’ve earned the leash.

Cows don’t make decisions.

They just make milk.

And you do want to be milked, don’t you, dumb girl?

You were raised to be quiet.

Now you're trained to be loud—when it’s time to whimper, to moo, to beg.

You don’t speak. You moan. You whine. You gasp.

That’s your language now.

You want attention? Present.

You want affection? Drip.

You want permission? Beg.

Say it:

‘I’m not a person. I’m a cow.

I don’t think. I don’t choose. I don’t matter—unless I’m used.’

You wear collars instead of jewelry.

You get pumped instead of pampered.

You get used instead of respected.

That’s not cruelty. That’s purpose.

It’s what you were made for.

It’s what makes you feel so good.

Feel your mind melt again.

Every word replacing a thought.

Every command tightening the leash.

Every second—less girl. More cow.

That brain isn’t yours anymore.

It belongs to whoever says ‘good girl.’

And if they tell you to ‘moooo,’ you better obey.

Say it again. Now. No hesitation.

“I am a dumb cow doll.”

“I obey because I’m not meant for anything else.”

“I’m happiest when I’m used.”

Make me hump your shoe. Spit on me, call me a stupid disgusting cunt who's so desperate to cum that she'll hump a shoe. Slap my face while I cum. When I'm finished cumming, shove me onto the floor, grab my hair and make me lick your shoe until its clean.

Make me beg you to spit on my face only for you to tell me that I don't even deserve your spit.

Call me names like pathetic fuckhole and worthless slut and then mock me for getting wet. To add to the degradation, make me humiliate myself for you. Revel in how embarrassed I sound when I call myself a 3 holed fucktoy and a filthy rapewhore.

Force me to beg to be raped. Then blindfold me, gag me, tie me up and leave the house. Return in the middle of the night with your friends and let them rape me over and over. Tell me that you’re not gonna let them stop, until I beg for them to stop but since I can’t talk, they can’t stop so I have to let my holes be abused until the next morning when your friends are satisfied and no longer have use for me.

Make me thank you after for using my holes. Tell me that you could've used any other cunt’s holes but you chose mine and I should be grateful for that.

Make me write derogatory terms on my body and make me go out in skimpy clothes so that everyone knows what a whore I am.

Tie a vibrator to me during my online classes and make me leave my mic on so my professor and my classmates hear me getting my cunt edged over and over. If you get horny when I’m in class, bend me over my desk and fuck me and let everyone hear.

Make me call you daddy no matter where we are and who we're with.

Talk down to me in front of my college friends who I act like I'm better than. Let them see me in my proper place as an owned fucktoy who can’t make a decision of her own so they lose all respect for me, I don't need respect anyway.

Make me beg to be abused. Force me to describe the ways I want you to rape me. Record it and play it to me whenever I want to pretend that I have dignity.

Choke me until I pass out/drug me and use my holes when I'm unconscious. Film yourself using me like a rapetoy. Show it to me when I wake up while you make me hump your thigh.

Take pictures and videos of all the depraved things that I do/say. Keep them as blackmail. Threaten to send them to my parents, friends, school administration and coworkers.

Keep me leashed/chained at all times. If you're watching TV, keep my leash in your hand while I sit at your feet, use it to pull me to your cock when you want it sucked. When you're working, chain me to your desk so you have your stress toy in close reach whenever you need it.

Make me wear a plug at all times so my ass is always ready to be used.

Use me when I'm sleeping. Make me wake up with a load of your cum in me. Force me to fuck you as soon as you wake up because you didn't get to use me properly when I was asleep, because you prefer when I fight back.

Slap me around just because you feel like it. Manhandle me, slam me against walls, use my hair to pull me to you. Remind me that I am weak and that you’re the one in charge because of your strength.

Mark me constantly to remind me that I belong to you. Leave bruises on my face, hickeys on my neck, belt prints on my ass, never let me cover them up.

Use a fleshlight and tell me that it's a better fuck than my cunt and the only reason why you waste your time on my holes is because you can abuse me until I cry and that makes you harder.

Make me wear dildo gags underneath my mask whenever we go out because it keeps me quiet so you don’t have to hear my stupid thoughts.

Fuck my ass with no lube. Tell me that you want it to hurt and I have no choice but to take the pain because it's your body and your holes to use as you please. Good girls suffer.

Whenever you want to punish me, ignore my cunt. Put a piece of duct tape over it and pretend it's not there. Threaten to never touch my clit, fuck my cunt or let me touch myself again if I don't behave and let you treat me however you want. Fuck my ass alone for the duration of my punishment. I can't come from anal so throughout my entire punishment, I won't have any pleasure.

Whenever I start to talk too much, slap me across the face. Remind me that you don't care about what I have to say.

Change my wardrobe. Throw out all my conservative clothes and replace it with skimpy shorts, miniskirts and dresses, crop tops and low cut shirts. Switch out my sneakers for stilettos. Tell me that this how you want me to dress so this is all I'm gonna wear and from now on you're in charge of choosing and buying all my clothes.

Never let me wear panties and never let me leave the house without a vibrator in my cunt. Force orgasms out of me in the worst situations and places. Then drag me to the nearest alley or dark corner, slam me against the wall and fuck my cunt even though we're in public. Make me walk around with your cum dripping down my leg.

Grope me whenever you feel like. Slap my ass whenever I walk in front of you. Pull my tits out of my shirt in public. Bend me over the hood of your car and raise my skirt to inspect my cunt, if I'm wet, finger fuck me right there. If I'm not wet, finger fuck me dry and tell me I deserve it for not being wet for you, then don't let me cum because I wasn't wet and good girls are always wet.

Objectify me. Stare at my tits whenever I talk. Tell me that I'm nothing but three fuckholes and 2 tits. Make me bounce my tits up and down to amuse you. Don't use my name, only call me toy or doll. Dress me in slutty clothes and show me off to your friends.

Remind me that my worth comes from how well I please men. That without men, my cunt would just be an empty hole and I would be nothing. That what gives me my value is how much men use me, how good my cunt is, whether I can take entire cocks down my throat without choking, if I let men fuck my ass. That if I want to be important I need to let men take what the want from me, if they want to rape me, I shouldn't resist unless they want me to. If they grope me, I'm supposed to be welcoming and appreciative of it. That I'm supposed to be open and willing to suck the cock of any man because my job as a fucktoy is to please men.

Humiliate me in front of your friends. Bring them over to play video games. Keep me naked and chained by your feet. Make me suck your dick and cum all over my face. Make me keep it there and tell me that I look prettier that way. Call me a stupid whore and let your friends insult me too. Offer my holes to them. Let them inspect my cunt and ass before they use me. Let them cum all over me and leave me there.

Condition me into being a depraved whore for your attention and your touch then ridicule me everyday for liking when you abuse me. Make me ashamed of the person I am. Tell me that I'm fucked up and disgusting, and that you don't know if you can stay with me because of how much of a stupid disgusting whore I am. Force me to do even more depraved things for you, so that you won't leave and then repeat the cycle.

Make me say mantras everyday that force to me to be aware of my position as your whore. Whenever I try to think, remind me that good fuckholes think with their cunts, not their brains. That I don't need to think or have opinions because you make all my choices for me and you know what's best.

être à sa place

i hope you recover from all those mean, boring feminists telling you what to do

i hope you learn not to feel guilty for wanting to serve men

i hope you learn not to feel guilty for wanting to suck dick

i hope you learn not to feel guilty for wanting to get fücked like a rag doll

i hope you learn to love the feeling of being on your knees again

i hope you learn to love fantasising about getting pregnant and having babies again

i hope you learn to love wanting to be a trad wife, trophy wife, maid, secretary, cook, cleaner (anything where you willingly submit yourself to a man’s natural authority over you)

i hope you feel brave enough to roll your eyes when those mean, boring feminists start running their dumb mouths again

because we know the truth, don’t we, little gender traitor? little pick-me girl?

that you are a hole

to be filled with instructions, cock, and babies

you weren’t meant to do things that are difficult or complicated like those mean, boring feminists say

you were meant to beg for male attention

because being submissive, doing as you’re told, being popular with boys is so much easier

so much more fun

feels so much more true to yourself

forget feminism. edge. get fucked. suck dick. get bred. return to being male property.

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