“I’m Cuter When I’m Stupid”

My brand of romance:

Let me scramble your brains until your mind is ruined. Let me humiliate you until you are nothing but a drippy dumb set of holes for Daddy. Let me break you and rewrite your programming until you're my perfect stupid whore.

Disney wishes it knew how to tell a love story as profound as ours.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🖤 Unconventional Hopeless Romantic 🧠🔫

Cute Date Idea #4

I make you spend a bunch of time getting pretty for me on date night, only to reveal that the focus of the date is to immediately undo all your hard work and turn you into my slutty little pathetic pet with mascara tearing down your face.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 💄 Hopeless Romantic 😭

Good little feminist sluts know this deep down, and I always love the way they try to articulate something — *ANYTHING* — to disprove how aroused the betrayal of their own ideology makes them.

Listen, doll. We both know that your upper lips are your least reliable set of lips… so what story will your honest lips tell me when I feel you up? Will your thighs already be drippy at the mere thought or mention of becoming a gender traitor and giving up control to Men completely?

Just remember, Patriarchy loves you. 😘😈

To the feminists looking at Tumblr blogs ...

There’s something inherently arousing about the Patriarchy, isn’t there?

Men mansplaining to you, belittling you, objectifying you …

Your brain tells you that that’s not right, it’s not justice.  After all, you’ve been told you’re their economic, political, and social equal.

And yet your body betrays you.  Your slit gets wet when you see the image of a girl licking a man’s boot.  You can feel your nipples harden when you imagine being held by the throat and fucked like an object.  Your heart pounds when you fantasize about being forced to do degrading acts that you know would cause your feminist friends to reject you as a gender traitor with tendencies of internalized misogyny.

And yet here you are, back on Tumblr, edging to the most degrading porn, the stuff that demeans women, that objectifies women, that causes you to wonder if maybe the Patriarchy isn’t all bad.

It’s the guilt that turns you on, isn’t it?  It’s that worshiping a man - any man - is taboo for you.  And that’s why it’s such a damn turn-on.  It’s naughty.  It’s taboo.  And you can’t stop thinking about it.

If only you could try it … just once … to be slapped when a cock is pounding you, to have a man’s cum shot all over your face, to be forced to lick the boot of a man who makes you call him Master.  Just once, you think … just once.

Let’s face it, little Miss Feminist.  You’ve reached the point of no return.  You’ve crossed the red line.  You know there’s no turning back now.  You’ll never look at feminism the same way again.

Welcome back to the natural order.  Welcome to Natural Inequality.

Welcome to the Patriarchy.

-VIS

Misogyny: The Right Choice for Good girls

I feel the need after the 2024 American Presidential election to set some things clear.

This is a place for me to flirt with my darkest thoughts and fantasies, and as a sadistic Dominant who wants to corrupt you and make you worse, I often hold back my real world views as I worry they will undercut the purity of my kink persona. After all, I like the girls who tend to be a little bit extreme; I don't want those girls scared away because they find out that behind my cruel tongue I have a soft heart.

The truth is that while everything you read on this blog is built around fantasy, most of it represents the world I authentically wish to craft (or have crafted) for myself and my sexual partners. I use sharp and twisted words to carve a bubble full of new demented possibilities for us, striving to float away into the void together as we as we flirt with and approach the darkening clouds of a thickening thunderstorm. I feel personally charged with giving you an electric experience without the illusions of safe grounding. All this is a concerted practice on my part to redefine reality such that our demons can be liberated from their shackles, freed to frolic in fetish with the hopes that we can truly see each other like no one else has seen us: darkness and all.

And yet, it's also true that in the real world, I would define myself as socially progressive. Even though I love the idea of stripping you of your rights, I believe girls ought to be free to choose to have their rights stripped away from them.

I am admittedly a complicated Man, so let me help clarify my true position for you.

I really DO want to corrupt you. I really DO want to ruin you psychologically and make you compromise yourself for me. I will do everything within my substantial influence to persuade you to make all the wrong choices for my personal benefit, knowing that it makes you shamefully drippy to do so.

I might even make you fantasize about having your rights stripped from you by force, once I know with clarity that is what you'd choose for yourself.

But at the end of the day, it's important for you to understand that's exactly what it is, ultimately: a set of CHOICES that you have.

My goal is to try to seduce you... to make you embrace your most shameful kinks and fantasies, as you rub yourself stupid to misogynistic content or other filth that subverts your normal daily identity in a way you internalize as profoundly shameful. I like corrupting a feminist exactly BECAUSE she is a feminist; it is precisely the notable distance and the stark contrast between her ideals and her fantasies that makes her such an enticing morsel for a monster like me.

I really DO want to goad you into giving up your rights and freedoms to be my stupid slutty slave pet, diminished and degraded. Debased and destroyed beyond all recognition.

And yet, I am OUTRAGED at the recent election results in the United States for what they represent; I am OUTRAGED at the idea that the stuff of all my fantasies might be fashioned by weaker men into an inescapable political reality for all of the women who will never be given the opportunity to make all of the wrong choices for themselves.

If women have no rights to begin with, they cannot consent to giving those rights away. If they cannot give their rights away freely, there is nothing to corrupt. How can you corrupt a creature with no agency? How can I lead you to your own fall if you were never standing to begin with?

The fantasy of you having no rights is hot, and I will continue to propagate it on this blog. Making you flirt with turning the fantasy into a reality is hot, and my demon tongue wouldn't let me stop if I tried. Watching you ruin yourself for me in reality, knowing you'll never be able to go back will always be my idea of a deep and meaningful connection.

Having the government legislate this dark erotic landscape by mandate onto all the girls who never had a choice in the matter is NOT hot. Not outside of fantasy. Not if they never had a choice to begin with. Not if they never had the ability to voluntarily trade their consent away.

Nothing you see on this blog is something I would ever truly do without the clear consent of everyone involved.

Please don't think more of me for my soft heart -- I'm still a monster, I promise. This dark twisted landscape might still well be the reality I would will upon you.

I just want it to be MY will that leads you to the decision. I want to walk you to the edge of oblivion myself, your hand in mine, as I prompt you to choose to take the plunge for yourself. And I want you to always know, after you begged me to strip you of your rights and your dignity, that you were complicit the entire time; I want you to be aware of your involvement in your own debasement, like it was a fun little game between us that just happened to go too far, until there is no going back.

This is exactly WHAT I want, but our encroaching political reality is not HOW I want it. I will never stand idly by and let weaker men force women into subjugation against their will.

Because I know you... you're SPECIAL. You deserve to be reduced by a real Man who is worthy enough to win you over AUTHENTICALLY, rather than by a pathetic pack of insecure boys incapable of earning their own kill as they depend on big Daddy government to step in and do all the work for them.

You deserve so much better, doll.

So I'm going to give it to you by continuing to package up nightmares that I market to you as sweet romantic dreams, slowly conditioning you to land where you truly belong...

... on your knees, with your tongue out, doing what you're made for...

... like a good girl who made the right choice for Daddy...

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🖤 The Sweetest Psychopath 🦹🏻‍♂️

Cute Date Idea #3

You: being paraded on all fours in public like a pathetic bitch in heat.

Me: pulling the leash, making fun of you for how wet it makes you.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 😳 Your Shameful Addiction 💉

What does it mean to be reduced? To become less than you were?

You kneel on your hands and knees like the obedient good girl I've trained you to be. Your legs are spread wide seductively, and you arch you back while lifting your ass in the air, waving your tail like a naughty pet. Your breasts are nearly spilling out of your lacy black top, but you pay no attention to them as you focus on your prize; the fresh milk which drips into the bowl in front of you is captivating and alluring. A studded leather collar is wrapped firmly around your neck; the collar, along with the piercing visibly hanging from your outstretched tongue, serve as a testament to your new life as my property.

You are my slut; a fucktoy whose purpose is to please.

At one time you might have been revolted by your current situation; where is the value in being turned into little more than a naughty plaything? Where is the merit in reducing yourself to an animal? The world is filled with such vibrance and colour; how can you let yourself succumb to fifty shades of grey?

But with time, you've come to learn that the world is simplest in black and white. Let the stress and worries of the real world slip away as little more than a whisper in the wind. Let go of your greenest envy, your bluest sadness, and your reddest anger.

You have not been reduced to my pet; you've been elevated to my pride and joy.

This is a very important decision: it’s true, as a Straight-A student you *COULD* finish your college degree and pursue a very lucrative career as a high-end lawyer or doctor or business professional.

OR

You could drop out and become Daddy’s dumb little stripper and porndoll.

Maybe I’ll have you work hard at school until the final exam, just to show you were capable of getting that degree, only to have you drop out when you were inches away from the finish line. I want you to get wet to the knowledge that you could have been *ANYTHING* but because Daddy told you to become a stupid little slutty professional fuckdoll, you gave it all away willingly and ruined your life just to make me happy.

See… I’m supportive. I just want to help you find your way to true happiness, babygirl.

I Support Girls

I support girls dropping out of school

I support girls leaving their jobs

I support girls becoming prostitutes, strippers, and porn actresses

I support girls letting go of their choices to let men make their decisions

I support girls deciding to be sex objects

These can all be difficult life transitions for any young woman. If you’re going through one of these stages in your life, or you’re considering taking the first steps, just know that someone is here to support and encourage you.

Reblog if you support girls!

Bring your pet to work day. (I work at Jurassic Park)

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🐕 Pet Owner + Constructor of Nightmarish Theme Parks🦖

POV: He "Likes You For Your Personality"

Her:

Me, casually passing by: "Wow, what an AMAZING personality!"

Chapter Summary: As far as Men are concerned, your "personality" is just your tits and ass.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😏 👨 Renowned Expert on Male Psychology 🧠

Your tongue pierced with Daddy’s metal, and my collar locked around your neck, there’s no escaping it — you’re just a wet set of drooly holes for me to use in perpetuity.

(If you’re too much of a dummy to understand what “perpetuity” is, it means “forever.”)