Since starting Tumblr, it has amazed me how many men delight in degrading feminists like me; and how many men eagerly wait for the opportunity to use my values to destroy my sense of self (and get so much pleasure out of it). Even to this day, I still get a little bit surprised to learn how many of you get hard (or wet) at the thought of ruining an innocent little good girl feminist like me. And I have amazed myself at how easily I have become ‘corrupted’ to wanting this.
Take this image above. I can imagine this scenario playing out so clearly in my mind. When I first bought this shirt, it was an actual shirt. It covered all of my torso and I proudly wore it out and about feeling so powerful...Until one day I came home and I found that You took a pair of scissors to it and made it a ‘crop top’. I was angry at first that you had destroyed something I loved. So I had to redefine my values; see a little bit of body exposure something powerful and that I was controlling my sexuality and still being a fantastic feminist.
But it doesn’t take you long to let me know it wasn’t going to stop at a cropped shirt.
You organized a date night in, an ‘apology’ for ‘ruining’ my shirt. You convinced me to get all dolled up because what we were about to experience together would be life-changing. I believe You, and You were right. What happened next changed my life. The next few hours, You pulled out all the stops. You demonstrated to me my future.
It was full of slaps and spanks, tugs and yanks, and spit and piss. I learned how to breathe and choke at the same time, I learned what it felt like to remain on my knees and have my face constantly pressed to the floor. I learned what my ‘powerful shirt’ looked like covered in piss, cum, and spit while my nipples stood hard and pebbled pressing through. You never let me take the shirt off that night, since I loved it so much. You wanted to make sure I remember that I was a feminist, and this was what a feminist looked like. A dumb bimbo whore.
And I loved it.
I loved seeing how a boring aggressive, prude gets turned into an innocent and well used doll. I loved getting slapped and choked by Your big meaty cock and getting myself covered in drool. I loved You making me scream how much of a good feminist I was while you took my ass. I loved being made to beg to get slapped around. I loved being made to crawl and lick your spit and cum from my bowel. I loved feeling your hands twist my nipples and grope my tits, bunching up my shirt and making me read around your fingers what it said. I loved begging You for more. I loved becoming Your dumb feminist whore.
