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

Your blog is messing with me. I'm quite the militant feminist but I fantasize about getting raped by a misogynist till my belly swells. There's something so hot about being knocked up by the man you hate.

The term militant feminist always makes me want to laugh. How "militant" are you really, honey? Can you fight? Could you fight off a man who decided that he wanted to empty his balls into you?

But it's so much funnier when you're touching yourself and dreaming about it. You might argue for women's liberation until you run out of breath, but you're just as breathless when you're imagining making a baby for a man who decided to show you your place. You're "militant" to impress your friends, and then you go home and come your brains out to the thought of pissing a man off until he forces you to make it up to him by giving birth to his next son.

Is this messing with you, sweetcheeks? Are you feeling that familiar little tingle between your thighs that reminds you that you were made to take cum and bear children, whether you want to or not?

Tell me the truth, little feminist - does being talked down to make you angry, or does it just make you want to spread your legs?

i kind of want a weeby femboy to dykebreak me into his kawaii waifu, acting all cringe and over the top like a hentai character..........

victoriabutashamed

Dear Victoria,

What you're experiencing is a very common sapphic urge: your body is simply telling you to submit to a superior femboy, and show your devotion to him by debasing yourself according to his whims.

Of course I'm gonna tell you to go through with it! It should be the right of every femboy to get his own little dyke slut to serve as his personal cocksleave.

Let him dress you up in skimpy, embarrassing cosplay outfits of his favorite anime bitches, and parade you around in public like a dog. Let him force you to do the most ridiculous hentai voices, and make ahegao faces as you clench down around his cock. Let him turn you dumber and more stupid each time you swallow one of his thick, massive loads. 

Let him break you and mold you into his perfect girl; into his perfect hentai cumdump.

-@dykewithbenefits

Im dykebreaking my transbian friend but im not really good with manipulation so i want to ask if you have any tips on how to make her a straight girl faster? She did confess she likes men but she still calls herself a dyke. Think it would be hot to straightbreak her after she comes out as hetero.

-💖

Dear 💖,

Dykebreaking someone through manipulation is much easier than it might seem at first glance, and if she's already expressed an interest in men as is, she's pretty much a won cause. 

Persistence is key. The more you expose her to the notion of lesbians fucking men, the more likely she is to accept it as a natural part of her sexuality. You can try all the tactics you'd use when converting a cis lesbian—such as sending her dykebreaking porn by "accident", or asking her how she thinks her male friends' cocks would taste like—but since she's trans, you have the additional option of convincing her that fucking men would affirm her gender identity. No transbian could ever dispute that!

If you're a dude yourself, seducing her should be a breeze. Most trans girls are so desperate for affirmation, you only need to treat her like the dumb bimbo slut she is for her to become  head-over-heels for you, her sapphic tendencies leaking out of her girlcock together with her precum as she lets you plow her asspussy.

If you're a gal, I'd recommend getting into a relationship with her, and then gradually beginning to introduce men into it. It can start as a voyeur thing: have a man watch the two of you going at it; move on to having your girlfriend watch you getting fucked by a man; and you'll be making out with her around his cock in no time.

Remember the facts: being a transbian is just a phase between coming out as a girl and realizing you were made to serve men.

-@dykewithbenefits

Confession time: my secret dream is to run a misogynistic “secret society” that works to spread the word of the patriarchy, dismantle feminism, and put women back in our proper place, the kitchen and bedroom, serving as trad wives.

What makes you enjoy slave Leia so much? Merely a strong woman in a humiliating, revealing costume, or is there anything more to it?

Slave Leia fixed me.

I don't think I have a lot to say about it that isn't obvious, since I'm kinda stupid. But it's more than just a strong woman being put in a humiliating revealing costume.

First is the in universe concept (uh, I guess, spoilers for like a forty year old movie). It's not just that Leia is captured and put in the bikini. She's captured while in the process of thinking she can be strong and capable, that she can save someone. The outfit and voice changer she used while trying to rescue Han covered up her sex and her weakness. The contrast with that is immense. And when she's caught, people *laugh*. It's a big *joke*. It's not a serious she did a good try but jabba's crack team of security were better. It's like a surprise prank that they all pulled on her. Compare the defiance from when Vader first captures her on the blockade runner in EP IV, when she is strong in the face of capture after a battle well fought, to the face she makes when jabba catches her. No defiance. Just embarrassment, disgrace, weakness, confusion, stupid girl. Sorry I'm kinda masturbating while writing this.

And then she is stripped and put in a tacky bikini with arm bands and hair bands and a collar and leash. Fine. But she is exposed in front of Luke. The one who she was trying to be all tough girl equal around in EP IV and v. He is calm, composed, powerful, which just makes her weakness and stupidity more evident. Of course she couldn't save a man. But one could save her, at the price of seeing her stripped down to a waist and pair of tits.

And that's edge edge that's what brings this into the real world. It completely destroys Leia's character for the entire series. Ask any man who's watched star wars to describe the most iconic scene for Luke and it's idk his training with Yoda or his blowing up the death star or whatever. None of them will say him shirtless and weak and vulnerable in the bacta tank. But ask the same question about Leia and you will get one answer. If it had been her character from the start it wouldn't wreck me quite so much. But it isn't, it's two movies of.building her up as a badass strong independent woman and then haha no you stupid girls who thought this universe took you seriously this is how everyone sees you. The fact that it took away and overwrote and deleted and replaced oh god everything that she did in the eyes of the male audience the film was marketed.to edge is she's literally on a chain looking up at the guy she was pretending to be an equal to just like how I have to be lower and beneath and

And on top of all of that was Carrie's discomfort real world with how revealing the costume was to her professional colleagues it's literally wear this bra and skirt with no panties in front of people you pretend edge are workplace equals wet and pose while kneeling in it for the official promotion materials bark and inspire generations of girls to think that when they attend conventions about their hobbies they should dress up like subservient edge sluts and pose in huge undifferentiated groups for photos and anyways that's part of why I like slave Leia so much thanks for the ask.

a lesbian who agrees to entertain her kinkier bi gf's fantasy - "i want to watch you get fucked by a man, you're both gonna look so hot, and it drives me crazy to imagine how lucky he's gonna feel fucking a real lesbian and giving you your first real taste of straight sex, and you getting off despite not being attracted to him" - so they invite their trusted guy friend who they know will be cool about it and do his best to make the lesbian feel comfortable

she feels strange - is it apprehension? does she want to tap out? no, that's not it. in fact, she feels more eager to do it than ever. ...because it would turn her girlfriend on so much, of course.

all the reassuring that they can stop at any moment, that they can start slow, none of it means anything to her - because as soon as she's face to face with her friend's cock, she's basically salivating. once she's actually sucking him off, she doesn't even pay attention to her girlfriend, doesn't even think to look in her direction or listen to her encouragement and praise. he feels so good in her mouth. tastes so good. smells so good. she doesn't bother putting on a show - doesn't need to.

soon enough she forgets her girlfriend is even there - still touching herself and enjoying the show, unaware that her lesbian girlfriend is becoming a man-loving cockslut right in front of her. breathing in his musk as she licks up and down his cock, letting him press her face into his balls so she can huff and slurp them - feeling that broad reassuring hand on the back of her head... getting up to kiss and lick his hairy chest, getting manhandled by him as he asks if she's okay to continue, but the sound of his voice just goes straight to her clit. finally she's getting fucked in the pussy with that hot, throbbing cock she was slobbering all over just a moment ago. he's fucking her from the behind, holding her so firmly as he beats up her cunt and subjecting her to heat and fullness and friction she never could have imagined... his hips slap against her cakemeat while his hands squeeze her waist like a vice and she realizes she was made for this, this is what her body is perfect for

needless to say, the experiment didn't go according to plan. that much is obvious when, exhausted and cockdrunk, she mumbles to her girlfriend: "i think i'm straight..."

her girlfriend laughs, thinking it was a joke. because she doesn't know yet that it's going to come up again soon: "i don't think it's going to work out between us after all. i'm pretty sure i'm straight."

“Umm, what was I doing again?“ Ever since the seminar, Melanie had been finding it hard to remember things. The seminar itself was good; Melanie remembered really enjoying the speaker, which was a bit of a surprise. Usually, the people the university brought in for these “Women’s Empowerment” seminars were quite boring.

This time, however, it was… different. She wasn’t sure exactly why. Melanie couldn’t put her finger on what it was about the speaker that stood out so much. She actually couldn’t remember much of anything about him. She just remembered him being so… good to listen to. 

“Hi Melanie.” A man’s voice called out to her. She turned to see someone approaching her. She didn’t recognize him, but decided to stop anyways.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Melanie asked the man. She thought he was very handsome. The very definition of tall, dark, and mysterious. He looked a little older… maybe a Senior at the school. He seemed familiar to her, as if she had met him somewhere before… a frat party maybe.

“It’s Chris.” The said matter of factly and in a way that made Melanie feel as if she was silly for not knowing. 

“Um, I’m sorry. I can’t seem to remember you.” The confused co-ed looked away, feeling a little embarrassed. 

“We met after your seminar last month. I was speaking at it.” Chris said with a sly smile. “You don’t remember?”

“No,” Melanie admitted, “I mean, I remember the seminar. And the speaker was really good. But I didn’t recognize you. I’ve been having a bit of a tough time remembering things lately. I’m so sorry.”

Chris laughed and touched Melanie on the shoulder. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re just a dumb little girl. No one expects you to remember anything important.”

A sudden rage ignited inside Melanie. She wanted to tear this guy apart for saying something so disgustingly chauvinistic. Just as she was about to open her mouth and yell, however, something in her brain stopped her. It was like a switch had been flipped and, suddenly, her anger completely disappeared. 

He is right; she thought, I’m a dumb little girl. I can’t remember important things. Wait… why did I just say that….

“Confused, Melanie?” Chris interrupted her thoughts. “It’s okay. You don’t need to understand.”

“I….” She struggled to find words. Everything he said sounded so… true. His words becoming her gospel. “I… don’t need to understand?…” Her voice trailing off at the end, making it sound like more of a statement than a question

“That’s right, Melanie.” He put his hand on the side of her face; the tips of his finger at her temples. His touch sent dull waves of compliance through her, leaving her more vulnerable to his words. “You’re my mindless hypno-slave. I am your Master.”

Melanie blinked before her eyes entered into a blank stare. “I am your mindless hypno-slave. You are my Master.”

“Good girl. Now, follow me. It’s time to bring you home.”