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

listening to an audiobook of feminist theory while the wet, breathless, desperate sounds of a woman moaning like crazy getting fucked into the floor by a man plays at the same time in another tab 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

HOW TO MENTALLY MANIPULATE A GIRL AND BREAK HER COMPLETELY:

GIVE HER AN ORAL FIXATION SHE CAN'T GET RID OF. if she wants candy, only give her things like lollipops or gum. if she smokes, only ever give her joints, and always share your cigarettes. make her eat a lot of foods that require utensils, and make her only drink from a straw. if she's a little, make sure she always has a paci. the more she sucks on things and plays with them in her mouth, the more she'll wish it was your cock instead.

GET HER ADDICTED TO YOUR FAVORITE PORN VIDEOS. send as many links to her as you can, as frequently as you can. make her watch it with you whenever you have the chance. watch her slowly spiral out of control over time, the more smut she consumes. tell her all of your favorite parts, so that she knows how to please you best. make her fall in love with things she never even thought she'd enjoy before. make it so that the pleasure slowly begins to outweigh the questioning of her own morals, and watch that scale tip the more extreme things you subject her to watching.

NEVER STOP MAKING HER FEEL STUPID. if she's upset over a minor inconvenience, call her a baby and tell her you'll take care of it. if she acts like she's right but you know she's wrong, never let her win, always prove her wrong. if she cracks a silly joke? "you're so dumbbb." furthermore, reinforce to her that it's okay for her to be dumb. remind her that being smart isn't her purpose, that she just needs to be cute, dumb, and pretty for you. women are dumb. the patriarchy and feminism are a lie, and women are supposed to serve men. besides, that's all that matters to her anyways right? being your little fucktoy is everything to her, and all that she needs to be.

MAKE HER WEAR SLUTTIER OUTFITS IN PUBLIC. constantly gift her with clothes that start slutty and get a little bit sluttier/skimpier each time you get her something new. she'll always thank you, and she'll always wanna wear it to make you happy. it'll get to a point where she's been used to wearing clothes like this for so long that she'll always dress like a fuckdoll, and when that happens, she'll start to go out with you dressed that way. turn her into a shameless whore that loves the attention. the more unafraid of judgement she is from wandering eyes, the more fun you get to have with her in public; wherever and whenever you want.

REMEMBER THAT EVERYTHING YOU DO FOR HER IS A REWARD. nothing is a given. she has to earn her keep with you, always, and you should always remind her of that. no room for mistakes or errors, be strict; any little thing she does to disobey your orders is to be met with a punishment. she doesn't get anything if you don't get your way with her. once she learns that, she'll be at your beck and call at all hours of the day, every day.

“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.”

So simple.

Doesn’t being a needy mess for Men sound like way more fun than fighting the patriarchy?