Good Girls Wear As Little As Possible; That's Just A Fact.

Remember when you were a respectable feminist role model, Puddles?

Yeah. Me neither...

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😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🏋🏻‍♀️ A Bitch's Favorite Personal Trainer 🚂🐶

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 📺

This post was truly profound, and something I think people of all walks in the kink community go through, not just Bimbos. As a sadistic dominant, I know that I had a similar journey of guilt at my "immoral" desires to hurt or humiliate people sexually, as the sexual repression slowly ate away at me psychologically. My logical / emotional mind was constantly at war with my sexual mind, and it is only recently that I feel I have begun to consolidate these two sides of myself.

The human experience is a complex and mysterious thing, but it is important to remember at the end of the day that we are all deserving of happiness, regardless of where we might need to go to find it; never be ashamed to be who you are.

So now being a bimbo, would you say that "bimbo is better" than non-bimbo? How so?

I’d have the world’s most hypocritical URL if I didn’t say that, huh? :)

Yes, bimbo is absolutely better!

(Warning: this answer is way too long, and I’m not going to bother editing it down to a length that’s reasonable. You’ve been warned!)

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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 🦹🏻‍♂️

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?

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.

What would you give up for beauty? What would you sacrifice to be flawless?

Money? Sure you would; that’s EASY, it’s practically a given.

Time? Well duh! Obviously with how long it takes you to get ready for me.

A pain-free life? Of course, it hurts to wax your legs and pussy to be perfect for Men, but you do it anyway, like a good little masochist.

But all of that is NORMAL. It’s so normalized, it’s practically *EXPECTED* of you at this point.

I want you to go deeper. So tell me…

Would you give up your ambition in pursuit of becoming slightly more aesthetically pleasing? Perhaps dropping out of college halfway through and using the rest of your tuition to get plastic tits and fake lips for you to decorate yourself with to gain attention from Men.

Would you give up your mind? After all, with no college degree, what do you really need a brain for, anyway? You might as well just strip for cash, and use that to buy some trashy new slutty outfits that fit your new fake fuckdoll body.

Most important of all: would you give up your dignity? Would you grind against a stranger for cash, just to give every penny to Daddy? Would you do everything Daddy tells you to like a good girl? Would you enthusiastically beg me to ruin you forever?

If so, then it’s time for you to abandon the girl you used to be and to trade her away forever to become Daddy’s dumb little porn doll.

I promise, you’ll be so much happier, babygirl… 😈

These two dirty little sex dolls are dressed up in bright, colorful outfits for the entertainment of men.

Imagine, slut: this could be you! You could be wearing this thin, red outfit in public, perfectly placing all of the titular assets of a big-tits, big-ass whore on display for the world to ogle. You could be a giggly little bimbo delighting in the comments of superior men, all of whom see you as a delicious piece of meat to consume as a treat...

... and deep down, isn’t that all you’ve ever wanted, pet?

Confession: I used to think it was shameful for someone to modify their body to enhance their attractiveness or the attention they would receive.

Truthfully, I still do — it’s my perception on shame that has changed.

People are afraid of shame. They are afraid of being perceived as lesser, and that fear is a powerful motivator preventing many from realizing their greatest fantasies.

But not you. You thrive off of being lesser — of turning yourself into a public spectacle. You upgraded your tits to capture as much male attention as possible. You upgraded your lips to make them into perfect cock pillows. You upgraded your tongue so that you could use the metal stud to tease cock as you swallow it down.

In short: you’ve designed yourself to be an obvious fuckdoll, overtly advertising to Men that they can talk down to you, degrade you, and treat you in the most shameful ways.

Most girls would be devastated to be treated as little more than property or a sexual toy, but not you — you play into it with your tight little slutty outfits and your obscene body modifications. You thrive on it.

It’s shameful… it’s wrong… your friends tell you that you’re “ruining your life forever,” and yet you can’t help yourself but to take it further and further. It almost excites you even more to feel as if these changes will ruin you forever, because it’s a point of pride to know you are showing off the extreme lengths you will go in your dedicated quest to serving cock.

You gravitate toward shame like a moth to the flame, attracted toward your own downfall and finding it too hot to resist. It started small, but with each flapping of the butterfly’s wings the reverberations carry further and further across the world, until there’s no more hiding who you really are amongst the storm of whispers.

Living a shame-free life is for the girls who live in perpetual fear of the judgment of others. It’s the psychological armor of the repressed. It’s not for you; you flourish in shame like it’s the soil that keeps the rose grounded.

So let the shame of your own self-destruction make you drippy and weak. Pursue it like the addiction it is and show me the depths of depravity you are willing to succumb to in pursuit of your commitment to cock.

In the end, I’m inspired by it. Because I know you’re doing it all to be a good girl for me.

And Daddy is proud of his shameful little slut.

I'm a feminist, and this blog is NOT okay. Why do you hate women so much? Women are not objects meant to be used, we have minds of our own! This blog is humiliating and degrading towards women- in other words, it's so WRONG. But why does it make me so FUCKING WET?

Biology over indoctrination.

You are wet because every woman before you for thousands and thousands of generations have individually and collectivley understood their inferiority and found men to protect and fuck them. Some broken academics looking for a paycheck can not undo the biological programming your genome has been endowded with through the wisdom of every single ancestor of yours.

This blog is empowering to women. Unlike the talking heads of academia I do not force you to rise and fight. I want you to be the person you were breed to be. I want you to be yourself and take decisions based on your happiness and not the paychecks of famous feminists loooking for power. Live your life for yourself.