Good Little Feminist Sluts Know This Deep Down, And I Always Love The Way They Try To Articulate Something

Predicting the future is a tricky beast. After all, you started off as the High School valedictorian.

“Most Likely to Succeed” is the award your classmates overwhelmingly selected you for in your graduating yearbook. There weren’t even placeholder competitors; you just won by default. After years on the honor roll, acing all of your classes, and earning more extra-curricular credits than any other student, nobody doubted you had the brightest future in store.

Then you met me, and I saw your bright future for what it really was: a blinding lie. See babygirl, the journey you were on never truly belonged to you. You stumbled onto that well-trodden path in pursuit of the breadcrumbs of validation you’d get for being a “good girl” who did all her homework and who always handed in her deeply-researched assignments on time with complete annotations. You loved the way your teachers would write words of encouragement back on your A+ tests, which is why you almost never got a B. You were just a girl with a desperate dependence on praise following a candy-laden trail to a certain doom, and for all your book smarts you were completely oblivious to the truth.

You should thank Daddy for saving you from a fate worse than death. After all, did you really want to work a 9-5? Or perhaps you thought it would make sense to be the Girlboss™️ CEO telling everyone else to do? 

Of course not, dummy. How would that make sense when you’ve spent your entire life living to fulfill the whims and fancies of your supervisors? Praise is your addiction; it’s the fuel that keeps your engine running. How would you ever get more praise if there was nobody above you to kneel for and to beg for it from?

No, no, no, no. You’ve always been a pretty little trophy waiting for someone to display you with pride; you just didn’t realize it until Daddy showed you.

Every tool they used to make you the perfect student, I weaponized against you to reverse the damage of society’s toxic influence. I started praising you when you didn’t study for tests. When you started getting worse test scores, I praised you for getting a mark that was more in line with your natural talents. Anyone can get good marks if they study, so shouldn’t you prove how smart you are without putting in extra effort, love?

Slowly you let me scramble and fry your brains, overwrite your dirty little overachiever mind into an empty blank intellectual void, and finally the REAL YOU started to show with clarity. You aren’t some genius meant to change the world; you’re just a desperately drippy dummy who will do anything Daddy tells her for a little bit of positive reinforcement.

That’s probably why you dropped out of college: you were failing anyway, so it was clear you weren’t a good fit. I guess your natural talents just weren’t enough, in the end. All I had to say is that I’d be very proud of you and think you were such a good girl for abandoning the “conventional” path others had misled you toward, and just as fast as a snap of my fingers in our daily hypnosis therapy it was over and you were Daddy’s dumb little college dropout with no future income prospects.

It’s okay, you don’t have to lie about who you are anymore, princess. Not with me. Daddy will find you another career path more fitting of your natural talents. 

After all, I hear the local strip club is hiring. And based on the outfits you started wearing to please Daddy, I think it might be the right fit for a slutty little fuckdoll like you.

Good girl; Daddy’s so proud of you for ruining your life for me.

sadistic-empath

The devil on your shoulder 😈😘

Girls won’t be allowed to take any action unless a Man signs off on it first.

Want to go grab a coffee down the street? Ask a Man.

Want to buy an outfit? Ask a Man.

Want to go to the bathroom? Ask a Man.

No Man that you know nearby? Ask a stranger.

Failing to ask permission from a Man will result in your subsequent arrest and re-education.

Ultimately, this will slowly indoctrinate girls into understanding they are completely dependent on Men for *EVERYTHING*. It will undermine their self-sufficiency, make them question their ability to make sound judgments on anything independently, and train them to behave like the property that they are… because, in the end, you’re just a dumb little bimbo slavegirl owned by The Patriarchy™️.

If you could pass one misogynistic law, what would it be?

Dignity or pleasure

Make me choose between: _________ or _________

A Valuable Woman girl

See this photo from @ashlyyybaby above? This is the right mentality for dumb little drippy sluts to have.

The Patriarchy has top-tier scientists hard at work who have discovered the exact formula to determine how valuable a girl is.

See, your value is directly proportional to how hard you are making a Man's cock at any given moment. The harder He is, the more valuable you are.

It's just simple math that describes our reality perfectly, much like the Pythagorean theorem.

Sure, He'll appreciate the fact that you washed His clothes, or you made Him a nice meal, or you vacuumed His home no matter what you are wearing.

But if He doesn't want to fuck you, what's the point of having holes?

This is why it's important to objectify and sexualize yourself for Male attention and pleasure at all times, and that starts with the outfits you choose to wear for Him.

Think of it like this: you're just a decorative set of wet holes that was made to be put on display for lusty Men, and if you do your job right they'll always want to keep you around to use you.

That's when know you've reached peak value.

So take your place as a proper pet for The Patriarchy, do your job like a good girl, and dress for the only role you are biologically predisposed toward... being a fuckdoll for cock.

You'll be valued as His good little obedient whore in no time.

End of the Patriarchy Party's government-sponsored Public Service Announcement to indoctrinate good girls. For future examples of how to be a good girl from a proper role model, make sure you are following the new account of @ashlyyybaby (formerly @ashlybaby).

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🎓 Patriarchal Minister of Re-Education & Propaganda 📺

it’s important to take every opportunity to sexualize yourself even when especially when ur doing chores around the house for him 💖

Be a good girl and help normalize this for Daddy

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A Thousand Words

There are a thousand words we need not say, For this image says them all; There are a thousand places you are depraved, Where painted pixels fall.

Your ruby lips are lush with tits Hidden beneath your locks; You don't await a charming date, No prince, but a pulsating cock.

You've a will to please for praise it seems, So kneel at my feet and serve; Open your mouth as I spill my seed, And swallow your just deserts.

When your makeup is smeared and your eyes have teared, You'll have met your purpose well; I dabble my canvas with cum's hot spatter And splatter from spit that fell.

But you are not finished until I've diminished All of that which you were; The pièce de résistance which I'll flaunt Is to scribble the word "WHORE."

Now you are perfect and purgèd and worthless For all but my servicing needs; And with a thousand hot words we need not say, You swallow my cock in greed.

This is what a good girl looks like.

Be a good example for other girls and beg to be a pretty little blank canvas for cock.

Hiiii! Don't you post anymore? 💗 Are you doing okay? I miss your posts

Awwww, thanks for the support, doll. I miss you too. 😉

I've been pretty busy of late, but I'm considering dropping some new posts. If I do...

Ever since puberty, the world has melted in your fingertips to suit your needs. One day you were just a lost little girl, and the next you were a goddess. Men fell to their feet and worshiped you, in hopes of gaining your favor. You'd toss them mere breadcrumbs, and they'd lap them up on their hands and knees like they'd been handed filet mignon and cold champagne in the middle of an arid desert.

But you are no goddess, nor are you the perfect angel your suitors would have you believe. You seek no courteous gentlemen or impassioned Disney romance. You play the game you are supposed to play, day in, day out; you show the world the face of a good girl who believes in classic fairy tales and happily ever after, all the time knowing in your heart that you crave something altogether different. Something more barbaric and rough. Something dark and forbidden.

And so you wait, patiently, playing to the false reality that the world expects of you; you wait for your hidden fantasies capture you, to shatter these illusions, and to bestow you with the fantastic reality that your heart truly desires.

You are no goddess; you are still that lost little girl seeking guidance. Take my hand and I will lead you to the reality you've achingly sought for so long.

Go on, girls. Tell us Men the truth...

What's your shameful secret?

I'm a feminist but...

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