Awwww, That’s A Really Cute Attempt Babygirl, You Almost Had It... Let Daddy Help You Express It Right!

That's right, pet; take off those clothes like a good girl... and show the world the slut that you've been hiding deep down inside you for too long.

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?

You’re just a decoration.

Sure, I know what you are thinking; maybe you have some nice other qualities, right? Like maybe you’re kind, or funny, or smart, or financially successful.

Sure, honey. But those traits don’t matter, silly.

See, Men aren’t choosing you based on your career status; we’re choosing you based on how well you advertise the fact that you are a pretty set holes.

Everything else about you is arbitrary when it comes to mate selection, dummy.

Do you work out? Do you eat well? Do you dress in outfits that show off your tits and your ass?

That’s basically all Men care about.

Stop thinking about yourself as a person, and start thinking about yourself as a piece of slutty merchandise to show off. Because that’s all you are, doll...

This is how all girls will be expected to compete for Male attention from now on in the Patriarchal Order; new executive orders will be issued in the near future to further promote this goal.

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

Imagine these beauties wrapping around a hard, pulsing shaft. Imagine sucking Daddy's hot cum out like it's a cocktail straw.

Good girls are always ready to show their decorated cock-sucking lips to Daddy.

When a smart girl is first getting used to having her brains slowly drained out of her wet holes, it can cause her to become fearful of the impact these changes will have on her life:

What if I become so dumb that I can’t turn back?

How is this going to affect my future?

What if Men lose all respect for me?

To diminish these fears, I’ll tell her something like: “Don’t be a dummy, doll. Daddy will make sure you always keep at least a triple digit IQ.”

See, a triple digit IQ is, at the lowest, 100. That is exactly average. And Hell, it could even mean you are a GENIUS if you go just a few dozen points higher. Hearing this comforts the girl and prepares her psychologically to continue the process.

Of course, weeks later I always reveal that it’s not so much “triple digit” as “triple character” IQ, and that her new IQ is DDD.

But by then she’s too stupid too know the difference; she’s just excited to be getting new tits.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🧠 Brainwashing Guru 🤪

The way it should be right?

Be a good girl and help normalize this for Daddy

MY TITS ARE DOWN HERE

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It was just a silly game at first. You thought it would be fun... you never expected it to become your addiction.

And yet here you are, back on my blog again, edging your needy little cunt dutifully for Daddy like the pretty little pet that you are.

A part of you is horrified that edging your brain away might have lasting effects, and yet another part of you is desperately hoping it will.

You're so torn between denying what you are becoming, and at the same time craving it with a deep desperation, that you don't even know what to do anymore, do you? I bet a part of you even wonders: would it just be easier to give in and let yourself fully embrace becoming a braindead drippy set of holes for Men?

It's okay, doll. Let the cognitive dissonance melt away all of your old smart girl thoughts; you won't need them anymore.

Just follow your pussy to oblivion; Daddy is waiting for you there.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🕍 Bimbofication Cult Leader 🤤

Honestly, I never expected it to be so easy to corrupt you. You always made yourself appear to be the good little feminist, arguing that society’s extreme beauty standards were chauvinistic and degrading to girls. After all, objectifying a person is bad, isn’t it?

But see, and this is my favourite part, you truly BELIEVE that. You FEEL it in your heart and soul. And yet… it doesn’t stop you from CRAVING the opposite treatment from Men, does it? It doesn’t stop you from going online and rubbing your pussy to imagery objectifying girls like you into slutty little toys and fuckdolls, and words professing an admiration for a lifestyle where Men rule over them.

It’s almost like, deep down, this is what you’d wanted all along…

Perhaps that’s why when I came along it took so little effort for your resolve to snap like a twig under the first signs of stress.

You’ve spent your life so obsessed with who you SHOULD BE that you’ve been hiding from who you TRULY ARE…

It’s okay. You don’t have to renounce your beliefs for me. Daddy likes you better this way — as my dumb little set of holes, dripping with shame every time I make you violate your own beliefs.

You’re cute when your brain’s broken from cognitive dissonance. I wouldn’t have you any other way…

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😏 🕳️ Liberator of Holes 🕳️

Delightful.

She hadn’t believed the app could work, at first. It was supposedly able to instantly judge how fashionable your outfit was based on a single photo. For a laugh, she’d lain her jeans and a favourite t-shirt out on the bed and given it a shot. After a moment, it had pinged and told her they were a 2 out of 10. When the numbers flashed onscreen, she’d actually felt a little disappointed… Not that she really cared.

Still, she tried again. And again. And again. Pulling clothes out of drawers and flinging them on the bed only to be disappointed by a sad little ping and a 2 or even a 1. But she’d always thought that hoodie was awful anyway. Hadn’t she?

And then she got a 3! She squealed with glee, so proud of that bright pink t-shirt and the skirt she never wore. But it was still too low, the app reminded her. She could do better. She had to do better.

And she did. The next day, she went clothes shopping for the first time in so long she couldn’t even remember. The app was just full of good ideas, suggestions for lingerie and shoes and all manner of accessories. The little black cocktail dress she brought home netted her a solid 4 on its own, 5 when she added in the matching black heels, bra, and panties. She wondered if the app could see her underwear and she giggled. The app knew everything.

That was a month ago. Or maybe two. She wasn’t very good at keeping track of time and stuff anymore. That cocktail dress was long gone - she didn’t even sleep in anything less than a 7 now. She spent her days swanning in and out of clothing stores, trying on all manner of outfits and snapping photos in the changing rooms, in search of the catchy little jingle that would herald the perfect glowing number 10 on the screen.

And then the app would ask for permission to use her location and she would say yes, because the app always knows best. And then she would wait.

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Well, that was a little longer than originally intended. I think I might be able to stretch that out into a full story at some point.

This is how I like you.

Lost. Confused. Vulnerable.

Too unsure of your own reality to trust in yourself anymore.

Don't worry, doll; Daddy will direct you down the right road.

You can trust me.

You don't need to think anymore.

I'll turn off autocorrect on your phone; we both know you can't spell properly. From now on Daddy should correct you rather than having you compensate for your dumb little head with technology.

It's so strange you keep having a dream about having been nearing the end of your college degree; you never went to college, baby!

It's okay that you're too stupid to get a degree, baby. As long as you look cute for me, that's ALL that matters.

Baby, don't you need to leave for your shift at the strip club in an hour? Silly slut, did you forget that you work as a stripper now? You've been doing it for weeks.

Thank God you have Daddy to remind you and set you on the right path...

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🧠 Psychological Pet Predator 😏😻

I need someone to gaslight me into being dumb and brainless.

Gaslight me by telling me I’m spelling words wrong even when I spell them right.

Make me take tests and lie and say I failed even if I passed.

Replace all of my books with trashy romance novels or kids books and tell me that those were always the only books I had when I ask about it because I’m too dumb to remember that I’m not a good enough reader for anything higher than a children’s book

Drop me out of college without me knowing and get rid of anything related to college. Act confused when I tell you I need to h to class. Ask me what I’m talking and remind me that I was too stupid to have gotten in to college and I’m just being a silly bimbo by not remembering.

Make sure my brain is too confused to remember that I was ever smart because I’m your dumb brainless bimbo