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

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by smitty34 and fury3d <3

Feminism appreciation post 😇🤭

i hope you recover from internalised feminism

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.

those mean, boring feminists lied to you. this is what you were made for.

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“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.”

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i love Men i love Men i love Men

i dont know what id do without Men

i need Their direction and wisdom and guidance to live

im too dumb to make decisions for myself since im a girl

Men know what i should believe and treat me accordingly

my worth is based on how well i serve Men and what i can offer Them and how i treat Them

Men are superior to me in all ways

Oh. You thought this was just a kink? That you could stop any time you wanted?

Why is your cunt so wet right now at the mere thought of a man penetrating you then? Why does it give you a thrill you never thought you could feel. I know you have been getting the best orgasms of your life out of it. Even if you feel disgusted after.

Don't lie darling. Its digging into your brain. Youre aching to submit to a man. Let him have you. Let him break you. Become his little ex dyke slut.

You keep cumming and cumming and edging and edging to it and its rewiring your brain and at this point you dont care do you darling.

You told yourself you can stop any time you want to, but you keep coming back for more. Just give in darling. Let go. Surrender.