#male dominance

thepatriarchyalwayswins:

furthereducationforwomen:

I don’t want good girls, not the moral or upright ones. Don’t talk to me about the ones who don’t drink or are scared to explore a few substances that will make them *so* much more fun. I don’t care if your morals tell you that making money from your naked body or your dripping holes is wrong, or that fucking 12 different guys in one night and not knowing any of their names makes you less attractive. I don’t care about these things because at the end of the day it doesn’t matter what you want. Your opinions, morals, values, desires or goals in life are worth less to me than the cum drooling down your thighs. What matters is what I want and what I like in a woman. I want you to be wanton - broken and needy, unable to function without Daddy’s attention, constantly seeking out new ways to please me with what I leave you… And all I will leave you with is your body.

I will ruin your mind because it’s of no use to me. Your independent thoughts aren’t of use to me. Instead I want you to be focused, centered around the ideals that I give you - a perfect body and an empty mind, striving always to look better and serve better. ALways being closer to my concept of perfection, all in the name of pleasing me. SO when I want you to obssess about fucking, about Daddy’s cum, about making your body tighter, wetter and hotter - that’s all you will do. WHen I make you dress and talk in ways that would make a hooker blush, paraded in public as meat for my cock and my friends to feed on - you will smile with the thrill that comes with knowing you’ve pleased me. And then, at my whim, in the bathroom, in the car, at work or at school. In the bedroom or squealing in a puddle of cum on the kitchen floor. When I chose to use your holes to milk my cock with, and I will do so more often than you can possibly imagine, you will be grateful to the point of consuming ecstasy, knowing that your purpose has been fulfilled. That you have at last, been a *good* girl for Daddy.

All women should be like this

QFT

Ummmm…..I need to change my shorts….

The sign was one of many stapled to telephone poles and taped to shop windows in the town, each one bearing the same photograph of two young women, dressed up for a night out in the city. A written plea was just below the photo:

HAVE YOU SEEN OUR DAUGHTERS?

Please, our daughters Claire and Emily, ages 23 and 25 respectively, were home for the holidays. Above is a photograph from two days ago, just before they left for Crave Nightclub-

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CLICK. CLICK.

A gloved hand pressed a stapler onto the piece of paper, covering it with a fresh sheet just below the first paragraph. The words printed on it delivered a more sinister message:

Yes bitch, we have seen your daughters. As a matter of fact, we’ve been seeing a lot of them in the past 48 hours.

Can you really blame us? The usual holiday cheer often leaves us so lonely. When we saw these two sluts walking down the street alone and all dressed to the nines, how could we resist? I mean, I believe it’s Claire, did you see how her ass popped in that tight blue dress? You can’t tell me that thing wasn’t made to be fucked.

And Emily, a 25 year old virgin? Are you serious? You can imagine my surprise and pleasure to find that out. You guys must of done a hell of a job raising these two with proper moral values. I drew the lucky straw and got to pop that delightful little cherry. Oh how she cried, an Oscar-worthy sob-fest if you ask me.

Now before you get all worried, just hear us out, we’re taking extra special care of your little girls. We’ve made sure they learn from one another and share this entire experience together. During sweet little Claire’s (first) assfucking, we put her in position to watch Emily demonstrate how to suck cock like a pro. Speaking of Emily, did you know that cunt can deepthroat? I mean, it required me shoving her head down to the base of my shaft, but she got the job done.

They’re both doing just fine. Claire doesn’t talk much anymore, she still screams from time to time though. And she still guzzles our piss like a damn camel. Oh, and Emily’s wrist might be broken, but it’s ok, she strokes cock just fine with her other hand. You’d be surprised how “eager” your little cumwhores are to help us out once we apply the proper…leverage.

Anyway, we haven’t quite decided what we’re going to do with them. Initially we were going to sell them off but, damn, they’re so fine and still so tight, seems like a shame not to fuck them senseless for awhile longer. 

Either way, you won’t be seeing them again. Ever.

Merry Christmas.

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If you have ANY information regarding Claire and Emily’s whereabouts, please contact us at 555-2135 immediately. Have a blessed holiday.

This is a nifty (in my opinion) callback to the first story I ever wrote on here (this caption will make a lot more sense if you read that one first). Many thanks to the wonderful kennelmaster for supplying me with this photo. Enjoy!

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It was all very sudden. One minute, Gloria was typing away at her desk, and the next, she was being pulled from her chair and dragged down to the floor. A foul smelling rag was pressed to her face and seconds later, she blacked out.

Gloria awoke on the floor. Speaking was impossible due to the white cloth wrapped tightly around her head and pushed into her mouth. Ropes layered her entire body, securing her arms behind her and her ankles, knees, and thighs together. She noticed with disgust that her skirt had been hiked up obscenely high and her blouse had been ripped open.

Surveying the scene, Gloria was confused and frightened. All of the desks on the floor had been pushed to the walls and a large wooden table had been placed at the front of the room. The terrifying aspect was that there were women scattered on the floor of the room, all of them bound in various manners. Many of them were stripped half or fully naked. A peculiar thought floated into Gloria’s head. These are all secretaries, where are the rest of the women?

A door near the table opened and people began to file out. They were all men save for one, who appeared to be a hooker of sorts. She was dressed in the skimpiest of schoolgirl outfits; her breasts stretched the extra small blouse to its limits, the grey plaid skirt covered her sex, but only by millimeters. White knee socks highlighted her shapely legs which were already being accented by 5 inch heels.

The men began filtering through the crowd of secretaries, except one, it was Frank. 

Sirens went off in Gloria’s head. It’s time! This is it! Long ago, Frank had come to her, explaining to her how he was going to change the company, make it completely new. He told her that with her help, he would become CEO and would take her right with him to the top, Executive Vice President. 

So Gloria had helped him. It all seemed so small, chatting up Christine, the current CEO, in the restroom. Suggesting new workout locations and dining establishments. Slipping the occasional pill in her coffee. Frank had assured Gloria that no harm would come to Christine, it was just all little things he needed to reach the top.

Wait….Christine, Gloria’s eyes sought out the hooker. Oh God Oh God! It’s her! What have I done!!? Frank started speaking

“Ladies, apologies for the inconvenience, but we have a very important announcement and didn’t want anyone wriggling away.” A few men guffawed at his joke. “You’ll notice we only have secretaries gathered here today. The other female employees will be receiving a different set of instructions, so there’s no need to worry about them. Now, I want to discuss some changes that will be happening here at-”

“Frank! FRAAAANK!” Gloria had worked the gag out of her mouth. “FRANK! We had a deal! You and I, we were suppo-” she was cut short by a stinging slap to the face. The man responsible quickly re-did her gag, this time much more tightly.

Frank stared at her and shook his head. “Right, I’m wasting my time explaining, a demonstration would be much more enlightening.” He waved hand toward the group, “Come on boys, let’s get started.”

The men in the crowd walked back to the front of the room, five remained behind in the crowd. Gloria counted 20 men up front; all of them quickly undressed. Christine had remained unmoving and expressionless throughout the entire scene. Frank turned to her.

“Ok Chrissyslut, kneel!” The CEO did not hesitate and knelt on the carpet, the men applauded. “Very good slut, now, crawl to Master.” The redhead immediately started crawling toward Frank until she reached his feet. She returned to her knees and looked up at him quizzically. “Excellent Chrissyslut! Now tell me, is there something you might be wanting?”

“Please Master, please fill my holes with cock and cum, it is what they were made for.”

Frank needed no further encouragement; he gripped a fistful of red hair and violently stuffed Christine’s mouth full of his throbbing cock. 

Gloria and the other secretaries looked on for long minutes as their CEO was brutally facefucked by her own assistant. Finally, he withdrew from her mouth and ceremoniously splattered his sticky semen on her face. The rest of the men cheered.

Frank wiped his cock on Christine’s tits. “Dig in gentlemen.”

Like hyenas attacking a wounded lion, the men immediately set to work. Christine’s clothes were ruthlessly torn to tatters and she was hoisted up onto the table. The men surrounded her, their cocks out and hardening, ready to punish their former leader.

For nearly two hours, Gloria sat in horrified silence; she and the rest of the secretaries were held as a captive audience to the repeated rape of Christine. Any time one of them turned away or attempted to escape, one of the men patrolling would strike her and force her to look on. Sometimes they would jerk their own cocks off onto them. Gloria was repulsed as one particularly filthy looking man sprayed his seed all over her bra encased breasts. Their message was unmistakable. Our dominance is absolute.

Up on the table, Christine was much worse for wear. They twisted and stretched and bent her body into every position imaginable. Multiple cocks penetrated her at all times, and even then they made her stroke two more with her hands. Every ten or fifteen minutes, an assailant would squirt a steady stream of piss onto her body. The people up on the table were acting more like animals than humans.

With one final blast of cum into Christine’s ravaged pussy, the men finally relented. They left her slumped down face first in a putrid pool of cum, urine, and blood. She looked unrecognizable, her cum stained and battered body hardly passed for human at this stage.

Gloria searched around for any sign of hope, but located none. Men were unpacking boxes that were carrying syringes full of pink, brown, or black liquid. She noticed that Frank had dressed back up in his charcoal suit. He lit a cigar and blew a puff of smoke in the air.

“So, ladies,” he pointed at Christine’s motionless body, “that right there is the most powerful woman in one of the largest and most lucrative companies in the world.” He took another deep drag from the cigar, “What do you think that means for you?”

Ashley put the finishing touches on her makeup, brandishing a pouty look in the mirror to admire her artistry.

“OhMyGawd!! Ashley, you look FAB!”

“Thanks Emily, I just hope it’s enough.”

“Are you kidding? You are so totally hot right now. Josh is going to fall all over you. The bunny costume is PERFECT for the party tonight.”

Ashley took a moment to soak in her roommate’s compliment. Tonight’s Halloween party was a big night for her. She had been flirty with Josh for weeks now, and tonight was the night that she would…entice him, to see his way into her bedroom.

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The party was raucous. After copious amounts of alcohol and a smattering of recreational drugs had been consumed, people began filtering out of the house, leaving a small group that sat in a circle. playing some old fashioned truth or dare.

“Ashley, you’re up! Truth….or Dare!”

She was feeling far to woozy to even attempt a dare. “TRUTH!” she yelled belligerently. The group clapped and cheered her on.

“Alright alright,” replied Josh calmly. “Ashley, if you could only choose one, which would you pick, having your mind totally wiped away, making you dumb and compliant forever, OR, taking a couple whips from a belt every now and then?”

Ashley thought hard, not that it helped. Her brain was buzzing, full of beer and tequila. She remembered the word “forever.” That didn’t sound so great. 

“Ummmmmm….the belt?” She salivated slightly, imagining undoing Josh’s belt with her teeth.

The boys in the circle roared with laughter. Ashley watched them as her vision became a little more blurry. Josh was smiling at her. It wasn’t a nice smile.

“Wha…what’s…what’s so….funny?” She babbled, head slumping down.

Josh hopped to his feet. “Oh Ash, we’ve been waiting a long time for this, and you couldn’t have possibly delivered any better. I must say, you are one damn sexy little fuckbunny.”

Glassy eyed, Ashley stared at Josh as he advanced on her. “Fuck…bunny? Huh? Wha…what do you….mean?”

What remained of Ashley’s drink splashed onto the carpet as she descended into blackness. She never once noticed that she was the only girl left at the party.

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She awoke uncomfortably. Her hands wouldn’t budge and her legs wouldn’t part; both were bound together with rope. Cool air blew across her bare skin. Ashley struggled momentarily and tried to call out, but a pink ball gag blocked her mouth from making any coherent sounds. She quickly realized that her costume had been stripped off, leaving her vulnerable in only her bra and panties. A small weight rested on her head, were her bunny ears still on?

Two men entered the room, one of them was Josh, and the other was someone Ashley had never seen before.

Josh made no attempt to mask his enthusiasm. “Ashbunny! You’re awake! Thank God, for a minute there I was worried that we may have dosed you too heavily.”

“MMMMMPF!” Ashley’s pleas were rendered useless by the gag.

Josh squatted down in front of her, “There there sweetheart, it’s ok. We’re going to take special care of you. Remember that truth or dare game, when you said you’d prefer the belt instead of a mind wipe? Well, that was actually sort of your life application. You could have been our brainless bimbo, but instead, you’re going to be the frat house pain slut.”

A muffled scream rang through the common room as Josh walked toward the fireplace. He grabbed a metal rod that sported a glowing orange Alpha Kappa Psi brand.

“Awww, don’t get so down Ash,” Josh cajoled. “It won’t be all suffering for you. Just think, you’re going to get to fuck and suck every guy here all the time, including me. Isn’t that what you always wanted? Look at it this way, I give it a week before you’re just a blank little rapedoll, no thoughts at all in that pretty little head.”

His cohort kicked Ashley to the floor and held a foot on the back of her neck, pinning her down painfully.

“I fucking LOVE Halloween!” Josh exclaimed, advancing on her with the brand.

The white hot metal pressed into Ashley’s soft flesh, marking her as the new house toy. She screamed. She screamed and screamed and screamed. Tears streamed down her face as reality set in. She was helpless, alone, and trapped. The next phase of her college education was about to begin.

Laura looked up at the three men, terrified.

“What do we have today Clem?” asked a dark haired man as he gazed at her.

“Hmmm, female. 22 years old. Just graduated from Yale. Oh, here we go, name is Laura Meyers. Ever heard of her Jack?”

“Name’s not ringing any bells, not that it matters,” replied Jack, grinning down at her darkly.

“You two are idiots,” piped up the third man. “Meyers? That name means nothing to you? Her parents are the top funders of the Feminist Equality Party. They were just running a story in the news about this cunt graduating and how she wants to live up to their name and become the first female president.”

Laura’s heart sank. They knew who she was, and it seemed like her capture was no random misfortune. She was no stranger to threats; her family had been receiving a steady stream of them ever since her parents publicly declared their support for the FEP. None of them ever came to fruition though. It had emboldened her, made her want to make a difference in the world.

That had all changed yesterday when she’d been abducted. Now here she was, on her hands and knees with a metal ring jammed into her mouth. She moaned incoherently, wanting to speak to the men, to ask them for mercy, but it was useless. A runner of drool escaped her lips and ran down her chin.

“Jesus Ron, are you serious? THIS is the daughter of those uppity pricks?”

Ron strode over to Laura and stepped on her head, his boot pushing her face down onto the cold cement floor. She struggled, but the men had bound her extremities tightly, rendering her essentially immobile.

“Yep, the boss has had his eyes on her for awhile. He wanted to wait until she received her degree first before he had her picked up. Wanted to make sure her capture had maximum impact.”

Clem spoke again as Laura screamed through her gag, “Speaking of…if this really is the Meyers bitch, why is she down here with us? Shouldn’t she be, ya know, in the special projects division?”

“She was,” answered Ron. He removed his foot from Laura’s head and delivered a sharp kick to her ribs, knocking the wind out of her. “Originally they were going to give her the doll procedure, you know, the one where they do some weird shit with the brain? It makes ‘em get all stupid and cock crazy. Can’t hardly speak a word, they just want to get fucked silly all the time. I think they were gonna do that and then send her back to Daddy, as a message.”

Jack knelt down near Laura, sticking his fingers in her mouth and then wiping them on her face. “So if that was the plan, what the hell is she doing down here? We’re not exactly the place for the prize captures.”

“Stupid cunt tried get cute,” spat Ron. “She acted like she was going to cooperate so they didn’t restrain her properly. One thing led to another and a guy ended up almost getting his dick bitten off.”

Jack and Clem’s jaws dropped.

“Yep, that’s when the boss decided she wasn’t worth the trouble and sent her to us. All he told me was to be extra brutal with her. He’s got cameras recording all around us; he wants the bitch to suffer. I think he’s going to send the recordings to the family.”

Tears started streaming down Laura’s face as the three men approached her. Jack undid his pants and dropped them to the floor, “Well then boys, I think it’s time to teach this slut some better manners. One of you get the whip out, I want to feel her scream all over my cock.”

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3 MONTHS LATER

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Robert Meyers heard a bang on the front door. He walked over peered through the keyhole, not seeing anyone waiting. Cautiously, he opened the door and recoiled. Laying on the ground was a naked woman. Angry scars criss-crossed her entire body. Her brown hair was disheveled, matted with dried cum. The woman stirred and looked at Robert. Her dead, soulless eyes would have been unrecognizable to most people, but he knew. He glanced at a ziploc bag of DVDs next to the woman and the pieces clicked together. Laura Meyers rose to her knees and Robert clapped a hand to his mouth.

“How…how may I serve you, Master?”

Leo, again, and His dominant feet !

A new slave for Leo’s feet.

Who is the boss, now ?

Leo’s revenge… Take a tour on this site. This Man makes me so horny !

She says it like her opinion matters.

betterbimbo:

Friday’s Motivational Poster

I know that a lot of you girls hate the fact that your brains are filled with ideas and fears and opinions and worries. There is a large number of you who yearn to be dumber. There is no real way to lose your IQ but what you can do is re-program your brain. 

Here is a little tip. When your mind is full of noisy thoughts, say to yourself “i’m too dumb for this, i’m too dumb for this” over and over until it squeezes out all other thoughts.

It will take practice, but it is a great way to control that errant mind.

In fact, start practicing now. Lights off, phone off, door locked, and rub and rub to that one simple message.

NO CUMMING TIL WEDNESDAY

Wait until I’m ready to use you.

Storage.

Bell Hooks, We Real Cool, p. 117.