#consensual misogyny

Part 7

Sunday morning started slowly. Reaction Junkie and I had planned to have anal in the morning, but we’d gotten in very late, stayed up late to play with the kitten, and been woken up during the night by her antics, so there was no anal, sadly. We woke up and played with the kitten for a while. I was supposed to go to Boy Genius’ birthday party that day, and I’d originally planned to leave right after I got up so that I could go home, but I was having such a good time, especially once his friend, Cunt Destroyer (hey, that’s the name she put in my phone when I got her number) got there, that I decided to stay for a while longer before leaving.

While we waited for Cunt Destroyer to get there, Reaction Junkie and I sat in the living room and played with the kitten. Cunt Destroyer arrived and we got introduced to each other. Someone mentioned Starbucks, and I got a craving. There’s a Starbucks right across the way from Reaction Junkie’s apartment building, so I said I was going to get some. Reaction Junkie asked me to get him something, as well, and of course I said I would. I grabbed the keys and headed out the door. Before I left, Reaction Junkie told me, “When you get back, I’m going to be tied up!” I grinned and headed out.

Reaction Junkie had asked me to get him a baked good, and I decided that I deserved one as well. I walked around the grocery store and decided to check the Oreos, hoping, but not expecting, that they would have Mega Stuf Oreos. Much to my surprise and delight, they did! I bought them and headed back to the apartment. When I walked in, Cunt Destroyer had Reaction Junkie in cuffs, of course. I enjoyed getting a chance to watch someone being casually toppy towards him, since that was something I’d been wanting. It was helpful to see how she handled complaints of things being too hard or too painful.

I especially enjoyed it because she’s fucking awesome. She’s into consensual misogyny/has a misogyny kink, and I always like meeting people who share that kink. Also, she’s Jewish, so she has a Nazi fetish, obviously. In addition, she works two interesting jobs: stripper and EMT. We definitely share a sense of humor, and like similar things, kink-wise. For instance, when Reaction Junkie told her about the play I’m not allowed to talk about, she was totally into it and proclaimed it “sweet” of him. Which I totally agree with, despite the fact that other people would call it “disturbing” or “fucked up.”

After a little while, another one of Reaction Junkie’s friends came by. We all talked and played with the kitten, and the three of us were kinda toppy/dommy towards him. At one point, Reaction Junkie was laying on the floor with his hands cuffed in front of him. He commented to me, “You could cuff my arms behind my back.” I gave him a look and said, “You’re right. I could.” I sighed at him in faux-annoyance and told him he should probably ask for things he wants instead of being coy. Then I obviously grabbed a key and cuffed his hands behind his back. When I went to sit back down, I stepped on him and heard him make a little noise, which made me smile. I sat down and put my feet on him, using him as a footstool. I enjoyed that. He’s a comfortable person.

By this point, it was a little past when I would have needed to leave to go to Boy Genius’ birthday. I was having such a good time, didn’t really feel up to driving or being with a big group, and wanted to get to know these people better. I’m a bit sad I missed it, especially because there was laser tag and I would have gotten to see The Violinist, but I’m even more happy that I stayed because I had a fantastic day with Reaction Junkie and everyone else.

I haven’t been engaging in consensual misogyny/fulfilling my misogyny kink very much lately. I miss it. I got some misogyny when I played with Legolas last week, I talked about it with Cunt Destroyer on Sunday and Reaction Junkie teased a bit of it, asking for someone to apologize on behalf of their gender, which I did, and then I got to Skype with The Super Sadist last night and we touched on it. All of that was very hot.

It’s not that I haven’t been being degraded and humiliated. Of course I have. And I’ve been hurt and scared and used. It’s incredibly satisfying and I don’t feel like I’m not getting what I want. I’d be quite happy to continue with the things I’ve been doing.

It’s not exactly the same as having the context of male superiority, female inferiority, oppression of women, of being submissive and obedient to all men, etc., though. I don’t need that, necessarily, or want to do it all the time, but the bit I’ve gotten lately has whetted my appetite for more.

I shall have to ask my partners to remind me of my place as a woman and their place as men, above me. I want to be forced to say that I deserve the treatment I get, that women are asking for it, that I want to be used and hurt, that I’m a dumb cunt for wanting those things, that I’m only valuable for the things men want me for.

I need to be told that I’m lesser, a silly little girl, a set of holes to fuck and flesh to beat, just a cunt. We wouldn’t want me getting any ideas that I’m an equally valuable member of society, now would we?

When Reaction Junkie and I reached the party, he suggested we go up to a private room. I was a little unsure, but I decided to go along with it. We went upstairs and picked a room. Reaction Junkie unzipped his bag and began showing off his handcuffs. He’s a bit of a fan. (That’s an understatement. He almost always has like 5 or more sets of cuffs in his kink bag, even if he’s just going to happy hour. And of course, I have to carry the damn thing.) He showed me how to use a couple sets and I set to work putting them on him.

I secured his hands behind his back and cuffed his ankles together. Then I started hitting him a bit. Not very hard, but hard enough. As we played, we chatted. I don’t remember much of what was said, although I’m sure the regular conversation was intermixed with me saying condescending and/or insulting things to Reaction Junkie. I told him I wasn’t sure about having sex, but noted that, I really should since he is a man, after all. At the time, MLAM and I were playing with a fairly intense and all-encompassing context of fucking with my feminism/consensual misogyny, which meant I was supposed to offer myself to any and all men for their pleasure and entertainment.

I also informed Reaction Junkie that he couldn’t give me permission to get off, though, since he was choosing to let me dominate him, thus forfeiting the control over my orgasms he would otherwise have as a man. I enjoyed saying that to him, even if it meant I wasn’t going to get off. At his request, I uncuffed his hands and recuffed them in front of him. I straddled Reaction Junkie and started grinding against him. I continued messing with him, and I was really getting into it.

I told Reaction Junkie to say nice things about me, and he immediately started complimenting me. He said wonderful things about parts of my body, my personality, my intellect, etc. I loved it. I should make him do that sort of thing more often. I uncuffed his hands and he started using them on me. He’s got game in the “hand stuff” department, but I wasn’t quite getting there. I knew what I needed. I needed degradation, consensual misogyny, name-calling, and to feel subby. I felt a bit bad, but decided that it was best to just ask for what I wanted. I asked Reaction Junkie, “Would it ruin it for you if I asked you to say terrible things to me?” Without missing a beat, he slapped me across the face and said, “Shut up, whore.”*

I swooned. Reaction Junkie saw how positively I responded to his words and the slap. He took over and continued this treatment, degrading me and hurting me. I clearly remember thinking “What a clever boy” as he got a handle on the consensual misogyny quite quickly, calling me names, insulting women as a class, saying the kinds of terrible things that get me soaking wet. He hit me, hurt me, and choked me, treating me the way I crave being treated. His words and actions combined to put me in a lovely little subby headspace. When he started playing with my cunt again, I got into it, gasping and moaning. Reaction Junkie said, “Oh? Can I give you permission now?”, calling back to when I told him he couldn’t give me permission to orgasm because he hadn’t been taking his rightful place over me. He continued using his hands on me as I whimpered that of course he could give me permission. He continued rubbing my clit and fucking my cunt with his fingers, gave me permission, and managed to get me close to orgasm.**

By this point, I was both super turned on and super into Reaction Junkie. I said*** that we could have piv sex (whether by saying “Fuck me!” or asking more demurely, I can’t recall), and he took me up on that offer. I grabbed one of the condoms supplied by the space, gave it to Reaction Junkie, and he fucked me. Now, I had mentioned to him earlier that I was into forced impregnation/nonconsensual unprotected sex fantasies. Not one to let a chance to press someone’s buttons pass him by, after he came, Reaction Junkie leaned close and whispered into my ear, “Our baby is going to be beautiful.”

We chatted while we cleaned up the room, and then sat on a nearby couch for a while to cuddle and talk more. Eventually, we went off to do our own thing with other people at the party. Whenever we ran into each other, Reaction Junkie took a dominant attitude with the way he spoke and acted towards me. I had already been hoping to see more of him because of the fun we’d had the previous night, but seeing him in that new light made me even more eager to spend time with him. At one point, he even threatened to choke me out. Then, as I was leaving, I went over to him and was delighted when he grabbed my hair firmly to say goodbye. I smiled to myself as I walked to my car and drove home.

The next day, I texted him, “I had a great time last night! It hurts when I press on my sternum, which is the best. We should definitely hang out again sometime soon.” He responded, “I had a fantastic time too. Glad you enjoyed yourself. Let me know when you want to get together again soon.” “Soon” turned out to be the following Wednesday. And then again the very day I got back from my San Francisco/Colorado trip. We started to see each other most days out of the week. That became spending most nights together. Before I knew it, I had fallen for him, and he had fallen for me.

*Reaction Junkie likes to say this is when I fell in love with him. That’s not actually true. But it did flip a switch in the way I thought about him. I decided, “I need to spend a lot more time with this guy.”

**Reaction Junkie thinks I did get off, although my notes on the night say I got close. Either way, I know I was impressed with his hand stuff game.

***To be honest, I actually can’t remember who offered/suggested the piv sex. Either way, the important point is that I was more than ready to have him fuck me.

I’ve always wanted to do a couples costume with someone, and this year I get to do two!

For the parties tonight, I’m going to be a feminist and he’s going to be an MRA. I have to admit I find it hot when he acts like a pretentious, condescending, sexist douche. I’m looking forward to having our usual switching back and forth plus the added feminist vs. MRA dynamic.

For the parties tomorrow, I’m going to be a Catholic schoolgirl and he’s going to be a teacher. I’m eagerly and evilly anticipating acting like a high schooler and making him just a bit uncomfortable. And of course, retaliatory spankings.

This is going to be the best Halloween I’ve had in a good while. I’m so excited!

littlegirlfuckpig:

devotionaltraining:

smartnslutty:

I’m experimenting and exploring. Like most people, I post what I like. I will not post pictures of myself.

I’m a well-educated professional in the Chicago area.

I like the idea of females being treated differently than males, in that males could own them and females would be treated like objects or pets. I know this is not realistic, and of course not how I think the world should be, but it’s something I like to fantasize about.

I’m liberal and religious, believe in equal treatment of people, and support movements toward justice.

However, it really turns me on to think about a man (my boss, boyfriend, or a stranger) telling me what I can and can’t do. Maybe he wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom for hours at work and would make me drink water all day.

I love the idea of there being a dress code for women, for work, for the gym, for the pool, etc. In a perfect world, we would be forced to dress sexy at work, in miniskirts, extremely low-cut tops, and super high heels, which I hate, but as a female, I would have to do things I don’t want to do all time. Undergarments would be limited to push-up peek-a-boo bras, tiny thongs, or nothing at all. There would be no such thing as sexual harassment at work. Women could be hired as office sluts and men would be allowed to touch or grope any female co-worker. Women cannot refuse any advance, and would be punished for refusing, however the boss or co-worker sees fit. Even an underling can punish a female, even if she is his boss. He may take part or all of her clothing, invite others to help gang bang her, or take embarrassing pictures of her for the company website.

At the gym, we should have to wear a tiny bra and shorts (like a bikini) or nothing at all. While at the gym and on the machines (especially the ones that make you spread your legs or lift them in the air), men would be allowed to touch and grope us, even reach inside our clothing. There would be no bathroom for women at the gym (maybe even none in public at all). We are forced to hold it while working out, even as the machines make us put more pressure on our bladders. The men would be well-aware that we have to pee, and would tease our pee holes and press on our bladders. If we leak at all or have an accident, we would get punished with smacks to the pussy and getting gang raped.

With regards to our dress code, we should be forced to wear underwear and swimsuits that are about 2 or 3 sizes too small. The bottoms would probably not cover my whole ass (I have a big ass), and creep inside my pussy and ass cracks, giving me a double wedgie. I would hate it, but it wouldn’t be a choice I get to make.

Devotional Training: It’s learning.

What a wonderful fantasy.

This was super hot to read.

I still am having trouble getting turned on or even not being annoyed or bored by consensual misogyny/misogyny kink. I used to be so into it, and now I have a hard time finding stuff on tumblr in that genre that does it for me.

Part of it is not liking just how…mean? a lot of it was. Like, gratuitously insulting and negative. That can be part of it, but seeing so many “See this is what you stupid fucking cunts are for!!!!!” type things just isn’t appealing. I find myself much less bothered by more benevolent sexism things, or things that are condescending or infantilizing. But I’m still not super into it.

Then I read this, and it was such a turn on. I think I miss seeing creative forms of misogyny kink, especially ones written by women. So much of what I see is dudes writing it, and mostly short and repetitive captions. Some of the stuff I see by women is also repetitive, but I have to admit that seeing that sort of thing written by a woman bothers me less.

Obviously women can still be general misogynists who actually think those things, but it just feels more likely with dudes. And it’s not very interesting to read something misogynistic by a guy who thinks about all women that way all the time. They’re just writing their thoughts, not coming up with anything original.

Anyway, thank you for sharing this fantasy!

As I was getting ready to Skype with MLAM today, I was looking at what I was wearing. It was a shirt from Sexual Assault Prevention Week at my undergrad, and on the front it says “If you see something, say something.” It’s just a unisex tshirt I was wearing to put together a couch. Not attractive. Normally I would have taken it off and been naked, or put on something cute. But that shirt reminded me of another one I have, from a different Sexual Assault Prevention Week.

That one says “Consent is Sexy” and I thought “Oh. I’ll put that on. I bet he’ll like it and/or make a comment about it and that will be fun.” Again I underestimate him. He knew I’d worn it for a reason. He informed me that I’m going to cut it up and make it into a sexier cut, a croptop, a shirt with a racerback, something much more attractive than a blah unisex cut. In addition to that, I’m going to cut fabric above the word “Consent” into the letters “NON,” so that the shirt will read “Nonconsent is sexy." 

I told him that I wanted to say no (but of course wouldn’t and lol who cares if I do, I have to do it anyway), because the shirt is a memento of my time in undergrad. He smiled and said "I know. I like fucking with your past, too.” Excellent point, sir. He owns me. That means he owns my past, he owns my present, and he owns my future.

feminist-rapebait:

He makes me admit women deserved to be raped whenever I’m underneath him, being bred like the empty fuckhole I am

At the play party tonight, I was sitting on a couch when an attractive guy with glasses initiated a conversation. We chatted a bit, and I asked him about his kinks. When he asked about mine, I mentioned consensual misogyny and that MLAM and I call it “fucking with my feminism.” He said “Adorable,” and I noted that being condescended to is also something I enjoy and teased him about not having negotiated first.

He was interested in the consensual misogyny, so I said he could give it a try. He paused and asked for a prompt. I laughed and said, “This isn’t a real one, but I was going to say ‘Women drivers, amirite?’” He looked thoughtful and then said, with a convincingly angry tone, “It isn’t women drivers. It’s women parkers.” He proceeded to go off about women and parallel parking. He was pretty good, didn’t seem to need to stop and think too much to come up with things to say, and even threw in the word “cunt,” which might have been a bit much for a first interaction with some people, but that’s one of my favorite words.

So, I was enjoying it until we continued talking. He was telling me about how he picked up his last girlfriend after chewing her friend out “for being a feminist.” I wasn’t sure if he was still trying on the consensual misogyny, so I stopped him and said, “For real?” He said, “Yeah,” and told me about his conversation with this girl and started saying things about feminist who put down men. I tried to figure out what he was on about, and at one point he said something very negative about feminism not being right.

I stopped him and said, “So, I don’t do consensual misogyny with men who aren’t feminists, or who don’t at least say ‘I don’t use that word’ when I ask them if they are.” He responded, “Oh then I’m sorry, then. Because I’m, well, anti-feminist.” I was taken aback, and without hesitation, said, “Well, we can’t do that kind of play, then. Because I can’t have any doubt as to whether you actually mean this stuff.” He apologized again.

We kept chatting because, honestly, I was interested to see what he would say. I mentioned my libertarian ex at one point and this guy said, “So, I’m a libertarian.” Color me unsurprised. Also, NOPE. Then, he started going off about Marxism (he was, and this may shock you, not a fan) and bloody revolutions and by that point I was just about done. Luckily, Boy Genius came over and stole me away for what was a great scene.

I learned my lesson. Spend more time talking about ideology and politics with strangers before inviting them to try out consensual misogyny. Maybe they don’t have to be a full fledged feminist or something like that for me to be willing to try it out, but an anti-feminist libertarian is just not the kind of man I’m looking to play with.

PS.
Admittedly, he was good. I was ashamed and embarrassed and only a little confused to find that my panties were wet from listening to a stranger call a woman “cunt” and talk about how awful women are at parking. It stopped being hot when I started thinking he really meant it, but I imagine that there will come a time where I get soaked from real life misogyny, even as I vehemently disagree.

U r all so lovely and depraved and I love how much u all get into misogyny and cruelty to women. It’s so fucked up and sexy. It’s almost always ridiculously hot too scroll down my dash and see all the rape and degradation and humiliation and pain and suffering being inflicted on women.

That said, tonight imma bring a boy over to my place, make him cook and clean four me, have him eat me out and get me off, push his head down on my dildo, hurt him, and then fuck him in the ass. And I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of it, as will he.

Consensual misogyny is only rarely doing it for me. In person, from people I know, I’ve been enjoying it still, but on my dash it’s either neutral or annoying.

I’m just more into individually focused degradation and name calling, ignoring preferences, ownership, shaming, agency denying, and violence based captions, especially coming from dudes I don’t know.

It’s okay, of course. My kinks are allowed to change.

I don’t want to stop doing it with people I know, and I haven’t given up on finding some aspects of it via tumblr hot (longer form stories and well composed captions are much more appealing than random one liners about “its” place or women being dumb or feminists being awful), but I think without a broader context of fucking with my feminism, and now that my fantasies are more fucked up, the shine has gone out of it.

I’m totally open to attempts to change that from fellow misogyny kinkers, obvs. ;)