Girls, You Won't BELIEVE How Much HAPPIER This Makes You.

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.

You used to be a person, they told you it was swell, Temptation slept, uncertain, but on those thoughts you'd never dwell. They told you independence was resplendent and complete, Don't pretend you can defend it, never meant what you'd repeat.

For like a pendant is dependent on the neck on which it leans, You need a gent to be perfected, one who sets your new decrees. He expects to be presented with a pretty piece of meat, Since disrespect will get you wet, a bitch defects from each belief.

You used to be a person, but it didn't suit you well, Temptation hid, a lurking in the darkest roots of Hell. Now an ornamental whore whose meant to serve His darkest needs, Just a pretty decoration is all you were starved to be.

😈 Sadistic Empath,😈 🎄 The Decorator of Holes 🕳️🕳️🕳️

Awwww, that’s a really cute attempt babygirl, you almost had it... let Daddy help you express it right!

HIS pussy. HIS choice.

You’re a piece of property; obviously you can’t own anything, silly!

Go on, girls. Tell us Men the truth...

What's your shameful secret?

I'm a feminist but...

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A Thousand Words

There are a thousand words we need not say, For this image says them all; There are a thousand places you are depraved, Where painted pixels fall.

Your ruby lips are lush with tits Hidden beneath your locks; You don't await a charming date, No prince, but a pulsating cock.

You've a will to please for praise it seems, So kneel at my feet and serve; Open your mouth as I spill my seed, And swallow your just deserts.

When your makeup is smeared and your eyes have teared, You'll have met your purpose well; I dabble my canvas with cum's hot spatter And splatter from spit that fell.

But you are not finished until I've diminished All of that which you were; The pièce de résistance which I'll flaunt Is to scribble the word "WHORE."

Now you are perfect and purgèd and worthless For all but my servicing needs; And with a thousand hot words we need not say, You swallow my cock in greed.

It’s okay to stop fighting the inevitable.

Each tattoo, piercing, and body modification is just another reminder of the parts of you I've claimed as my property.

Think of them as modern day slave brandings, designed so my dirty little dummy never forgets who her tits and holes belong to.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🏘️ Extravagant Property Owner ™️

Show off the fake butt and asshole tattoo Daddy made you get. It’s not humiliating at all, princess.

This is Destiny. Destiny was nearly done her bachelor's of law degree, something that had taken her painstaking effort over a long period of time; as an honors student she was relieved that she'd be able to stop and find a job soon... just as soon as she finished her final exams and passed the bar exam.

As you probably know, female happiness is the most important metric in our new Patriarchal order, which is why we have instituted a legally-mandated Happiness Test™️ for girls focused on education and career goals, to ensure that their ambitions don't compromise their own personal joy.

Destiny claimed she was happy, but our test proved otherwise; not only was she NEVER happy when studying and working, but her poor little slit didn't get drippy even a single time.

Destiny thought she was smart enough to break the laws of our new Patriarchal order. She thought the Divine Daddy wouldn't care about her happiness. And she thought she could hide her test results without consequence.

But Destiny was wrong. In her final semester her water supply was intentionally and covertly pumped full of an amplified version of the mind-altering hyper-feminizing brain-drain Pink Pill™️ drug to restore peak happiness levels.

One week in she was forgetting the things she had studied the night before.

Two weeks in and she forgot everything she had studied in college.

Three weeks in and she started to become giggly and much happier, focusing on how she'd dress to get the attention of a cute boy in her class instead of doing her homework.

A month in and she was begging her classmates to drag her into a bathroom stall and fuck her like a dirty little slut; she was ashamed to hear the words come out of her own lips, but she couldn't help it.

And then, during her final exams, she got distracted and didn't answer a single question, instead choosing to make the rounds sucking off her classmates one by one under their desks very publicly while fingering herself like a desperate little whore. She emptied every set of balls in the room all over her face and down her eager throat -- even her teacher had his balls slurped by the depraved dummy, though it didn't stop him from flunking her test.

Needless to say, Destiny couldn't hack it in university; after failing out of every class, and for her own best interests, she was expelled from higher academia.

Now Destiny drools like a dummy from both sets of lips all day long at the local strip club, and her holes are rented out to strangers for $1 per minute.

This might seem like a major shift in lifestyle, but Destiny still kept all of her friends from law school -- the ones who'd always had a lower GPA than she did. They would regularly come in on Friday nights and have a grand time passing Destiny around like a cheap piece of meat. She loved the attention.

She's the happiest she's ever been in her entire life; her perpetually drippy pussy proves that Patriarchal policy really works to help make girls happier.

The moral of the story: Daddy knows best, so don't try to fight it. Give in to Patriarchy, slut. You'll be happier as a stupid little sex object.

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

A Valuable Woman girl

See this photo from @ashlyyybaby above? This is the right mentality for dumb little drippy sluts to have.

The Patriarchy has top-tier scientists hard at work who have discovered the exact formula to determine how valuable a girl is.

See, your value is directly proportional to how hard you are making a Man's cock at any given moment. The harder He is, the more valuable you are.

It's just simple math that describes our reality perfectly, much like the Pythagorean theorem.

Sure, He'll appreciate the fact that you washed His clothes, or you made Him a nice meal, or you vacuumed His home no matter what you are wearing.

But if He doesn't want to fuck you, what's the point of having holes?

This is why it's important to objectify and sexualize yourself for Male attention and pleasure at all times, and that starts with the outfits you choose to wear for Him.

Think of it like this: you're just a decorative set of wet holes that was made to be put on display for lusty Men, and if you do your job right they'll always want to keep you around to use you.

That's when know you've reached peak value.

So take your place as a proper pet for The Patriarchy, do your job like a good girl, and dress for the only role you are biologically predisposed toward... being a fuckdoll for cock.

You'll be valued as His good little obedient whore in no time.

End of the Patriarchy Party's government-sponsored Public Service Announcement to indoctrinate good girls. For future examples of how to be a good girl from a proper role model, make sure you are following the new account of @ashlyyybaby (formerly @ashlybaby).

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

it’s important to take every opportunity to sexualize yourself even when especially when ur doing chores around the house for him 💖

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?