#interblog communication
It’s like yeah I wanna be told what to do and held down and punished. I want to be your fucktoy and your property. Get collared and teased. But I also wanna be your cuddle buddy that you binge watch shows with and eat some junk food then fall asleep together. And when we wake up we just stare at each other knowing that we are so adorable and I can make you breakfast.
I have this with someone and I feel really lucky. I still haven’t made her breakfast though. I should look up some vegan breakfast recipes.
This made me smile so big.
And yes, you should. <3
@littlefeministbitch You were one of my inspirations, along with @objectifyingampslutbimboand@feministwh0re Women are inferior. End of story.menaresuperiorwomenareinferior:
The logo….Know that all cunts are naturally inferior. It is our job to put women back in the place at the feet of Men. Subvert feminism and allow cunts to regain their natural position as subservient, inferior objects. Let us band together and fight “female liberation” as it entraps our society. Men are the only natural rulers and Men need women at their feet and serving as rapemeat and pissholes. Promote Male Supremacy and female inferiority by reposting this on your blogs. Let us work together to re-establish a natural order where women remain at the bottom. Let us work together to re-institute mass female inferiority by showing them in positions of subservience. Let us objectify, break and reclaim cunts who think they are “liberated”. Let us let the world know that MEN will always be greater than cunts.
I was uncomfortable when my followers doubled over the weekend because apparently I still have lingering feminist inclinations and worried about the possible negative impact of this blog, no matter how small that might be. I talked to my owner about it, and he set me straight. This blog makes me happy, and, more importantly, validating men who understand that women are objects to be used for the amusement and pleasure of men is a possible positive, not a negative, consequence of having this blog. To make up for that hesitation in my acceptance of women’s place in the world, I thought I’d reblog this.
Doing my part to set back feminism. All day, every day.
Few things make me as happy as seeing the growing number of good, wet little gender traitors on Tumblr. Just keep teasing those aching cunts, girls, until you finally have no choice but to accept delicious defeat, kneel at the feet of a superior man, apologize for your past errors, and thank him for putting you in your place and putting you to use in improving men’s lives. :)
Absolutely right, @curiousbeth… I commend you on your eagerness to submit and serve Us. It is the natural order. I sincerely hope one day we return to the patriarchy.
I still don’t like being called cunt by strangers acne will react in a fiery manner. But otherwise agree.
Aw, thank you! I’m not into the misogyny kink anymore, but I’m glad you enjoyed the content I created! I’m not doing much posting anymore, so it feels nice to be reminded of all of the awesome (at least I thought it was awesome at the time and other people think it’s awesome) things I wrote.
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This hot piece of ass belongs to Reaction Junkie.
Literally hot. I got a little sunburn on my ass during camp. Apparently that happens after being out in the sun, hands and knees, ass in the air, acting as one of several targets for people with a slingshot and jelly beans.
I was a lucky little target and I had a jelly bean hit me right in the asshole and stay there until someone took it out. Twice. First by Reaction Junkie, then by someone else. I learned that jelly beans hurt like fuck, leave welts, and if pieces brake off, it creates sharp sugary shrapnel.
Ah, camp.It was wonderful to be in a place where I could be naked outside all day every day, and where I could wear my collar the entire time. Reaction Junkie and I can do things at camp that we just can’t do anywhere else, like me getting to go the bathroom with him every single time he pissed to lick the drops off, or being able to take his shoes off and put them on him in front of everyone and anyone, or like him just randomly punching me without concern about other people’s reactions, or having me kneel by him, or drowning me despite my protests and struggling.
Camp is a magical place where we can bring our dynamic out however, where ever, and whenever we want, and where we get to be surrounded by amazing kinky friends. I miss it (and them) already.
Camp sounds super fun except I don’t actually camp outdoors. Because outdoors is hot and full of bugs. But I would totally slingshot jelly beans at you
I don’t like camping either so we can just rent a big house and play all day and I can look at your prettiness all day
Yes renting a big house (with toilets…I’m not just referring to the girls here) would be much better! And tiger made me blush. She’s super duper pretty and I wanna brush her hair and do some other stuff too
Ooh, ooh! I’d be so there for this, if I’m invited. I haven’t actually been on tumblr to talk to people or looked at my dash much at all for a few months, but I’m 1000% sure this would be awesome.
A house would be more comfortable, although the cool thing about camp is that you can do all sorts of awesome stuff you can’t really do in a house, like getting taking someone down and getting them super muddy, or drowning them in a pool, or having a bonfire, or chasing them through the woods, or pissing on them without having to be in the bathroom, or tying them to trees, or all manner of other things, AND you can do all the stuff you can do at home or in a dungeon/playspace.
There are cabins at camp, and if you bring the right things (extra fans and stuff like that), they can be fairly comfortable. And there are bathrooms and showers. It’s at a campground, not in the middle of the woods.
But being in a house, especially if it had a backyard with good privacy, could be just as fun! This should actually be a thing!
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I now have a fantasy that is all but guaranteed to give me a strong, high quality orgasm. Of course, it’s fucked up, and I’m a dumb cunt for wanting it to come true.
The idea of a man or, preferably, men, beating me, tossing me around, raping me, and then cumming in me while I beg them not to has been getting me off like crazy. I want them to fuck my cunt, no condom, not caring that I’m not on birth control. To slap me around and choke me. To tell me they don’t care about my begging, that what I want doesn’t matter. That they know my preferences, listened to me talk about them, understand them, and are now just fucking ignoring them.
I want them to laugh at my tears, my attempts to bargain, and especially at my shouts of “Red!”, as if they give a fuck about my little safeword. I want to hear them talk to me about filling my cunt with their cum, about how they’re going to use me over the next 48 hours, and tell me that if I’m good, maybe they’ll let me have EC. Maybe.
I want to be forced to cum as they pound my unprotected hole, to hear them laugh and tell me how pathetic I am for getting off on being violated so intimately, on being marked like this, on having every part of me taken away from my control and used for their pleasure. I want them to force me to look into their eyes as they empty themselves into me.
I want it all recorded on video. I want them to use my hole again while they make me watch my face as I stop fighting back physically within the first few minutes, realizing how futile that is. Then to see myself just give up, see the fight go out of my eyes. To see where I accept that this is going to happen and simply sob quietly as I’m used like the cumrag I am.
And then, maybe not the first time, maybe not the second time, but eventually, I’ll stop resisting. I’ll even stop accepting. I’ll start craving it, start asking for it. I’ll beg them to fill me, leave me with cum dripping down my leg. I’ll fuck them back, moaning as I think about the risk and imagine the shame of getting pregnant from this, shuddering as I think about how I’m just a cumdump, a set of holes for them to use. They don’t give a fuck what I want. I couldn’t stop them, even if I tried. This was going to happen from the moment they decided they wanted to do it.
When they finally decide they’re done with me, I imagine them buying EC and taunting me with it. Making me humiliate and degrade myself further, desperately trying to earn it from them. When they finally give me the pills, it will be far too late to be anywhere near as effective as I need them to be. Then, to drive home the extreme violation and the ownership that they, not I, have over my body, when I find myself pregnant, they’ll force me to get an abortion.
Maybe they’ll accompany me to the clinic, and whisper in my ear in the waiting room. Other people will think they’re being reassuring, but they’ll actually be telling me how I asked for this, how I’m a stupid cunt for being in this situation. They’ll be describing what they did to me, making me relive it. And they’ll know how wet I’m getting, imagining what happened that led me to be sitting there, waiting to be called in.
Or maybe they’ll be even more cruel. Organize a protest on the day of my appointment, forcing me to walk past angry, shouting people who call me a murderer and a whore. I’ll have to sit in the clinic with other upset women, and I’ll know it’s my fault that those protesters are out there.
Of course, they aren’t monsters. They’ll be there to take me home afterwards. And then they’ll do it all over again.
Reminds me of how my depravity began. Getting raped, knocked up and having an abortion at 17. Now that’s all that gets me off.
Stupid sluts like you get off on things like this because your dirty and lesser. One of your only jobs as woman is to procreate and you willingly stopped that. You will always be second hand and nothing you do will make you better in any way.
My/our dirty and lesser what?
