Dyke-in-recovery - The Real Mirage Was My Sexuality This Whole Time

It's just a kink

I said, years ago when i first started edging myself dumb and staring into pretty spirals

It's just a kink

I say as i start dressing more and more feminine, wearing skirts and make up and basking in the compliments

It's just a kink

As i willingly offer myself up for use, tongue out and drooling at the words good girl

It's just a kink

But i giggle and misspell words every day now

It's just a kink

But everyone is so much nicer to me now

It's just a kink

But i still sometimes try to run away from it

It's just a kink

But no matter how much time passes i always end up back here, ready to serve and edge myself dumb

It's just a kink

But i still pour myself into being useful, i still crave others pleasure and i still drip at the idea of being an object for use

It's just a kink

But every time i come back i sink deeper and deeper

It's just a kink

But i drip the second i put my collar on, wishing someone would leash me and keep me down

It's just a kink

But people in my every day life like me more now, like me docile and giggly and with more cleavage

It was never just a kink, it's who i am🎀

Lexi Lore

the Foster A Dyke program.

put into law in a world where it is illegal to be a lesbian, any confused woman expressing behaviours attributed to dykeness are arrested, charged with public indecency, and distributed to godly homes with strong father figures.

it was quickly determined that most if not all women who confuse themselves into thinking theyre "lesbians" lacked a strong, guiding male role model growing up or misinterpreted the efforts of a man correcting them as something wrong. putting them back into stable homes with good family values until they are made whole and heterosexual as intended will not only ensure their own health and wellbeing, but contribute to a healthier society also.

in these homes the male members of the family are responsible for the re-education of these presumed dykes, reminding them as often as they are able what their body's purpose is: male sexual pleasure and reproduction. day and night, whether idle or in another task, the foster fathers and brothers and uncles are required to fill every improperly used orifice of the misguided woman for the men's own pleasure and until the woman is returned to a malleable submissive state in which she is begging to be nothing more than cockwarmers and cumsleeves for the men in her new family.

once the corrected dyke is the one initiating these encounters by grinding her dripping aching cunt on the cocks and crotches and legs of the men in her foster family, once she is the one grabbing their manly hands and pushing them into her pussy or mouth or onto her ass and breasts, once she is the one waiting on all fours naked to be used by anyone, there is the option for her to remain in the family as a communal possession or rehomed elsewhere to please another man and his home.

society is healing, one corrected dyke at a time.

Girls were made to be owned

You don't need to think

Let Men do that for you

No more thinking

No more worries

No more ambitions

No more anxiety

No more opinions

You're happier when you're brainless

You're better when you're stupid

Belief system 🙏

You're a lesbian with men dni in your bio but you're liking all my orientation play posts

Fr though dm me it'll be fun :)

Making you systematically betray each of your principles with your tits out and a dumb smile on your face

Quick trigger warning ⚠

Picture this, you're talking with some of your girl friends and a single guy about all things feminism. About how women are so undervalued and independent and don't get treated as well as they should. When suddenly, your male friend seems a bit... Annoyed. After the talk when you two are alone you ask him why that was, and, before you can even do anything about it, he shoves you against the wall. He rips off your clothes and rapes you as hard as he can. You feel so disgusted, so violated and hurt. But he just feels so good.. Every thrust into you drains out any thoughts of resisting him. He's so rough with you but you don't care, you're too horny to care. All you care about is the cock violating you, and the man behind it. Once he's done, he leaves you there, so weak you're just sitting against the wall, his cum leaking out of you. You could tell your friends, you could call the police.. But you don't want to. You're already wanting it again, you're smiling at the thought. Over the next few months you'd dress sluttier around him, hoping he does it again. You'd send him pictures showing off. You'd go out of your way to run little errands for him. And each time you'd pleased him enough he'd fuck even more of the feminism out of your mind. He'd replace it with thoughts of submission, and service. Thoughts of being a slutty housewife, cooking and cleaning for him. Thoughts of how stupid you were for ever thinking you were equal to him, or that you weren't treated well. Eventually, all that would become reality. You'd live with him as a full-time housewife, doing whatever he wants. He wants food? You'd cook it and suck him off while he eats. Cleaning? You'd do it naked, with cameras all through the house to watch if he's ever gone. And you're happy with all of it. Anything for your Master... Eventually your old, feminist friends would try to "help fix you", but you'd tell them they were wrong for denying their true roles. They're simply denying the truth, like you once did, until a man was kind enough to show you the truth. You don't speak with them anymore, but you hope they're one day enlightened by the truth. But you quickly forget about them, as now your one and only focus, is your rapist husband, your master, forever~

So simple.