you can still respect her as a person and fuck her face until she almost passes out
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you can still respect her as a person and fuck her face until she almost passes out
Signs of a fantastic Dom
We always talk about “signs of a terrible Dom” so let’s talk about some signs of an actually good Dom
They ask you about your day: They show compassion and actually want to listen about how your day went
They ALWAYS want to keep fields of communication open: Whether you’re in the middle of a kinky-as-fuck scene or you two are in a heated argument, the means of communication is ALWAYS open. Once you give your safe word, IT IS DONE
Aftercare is a top priority. No matter what this is for you in particular, they put a lot of emphasis on aftercare (cuddling, movie watching, bath time, etc.)
They aren’t afraid to scold you when you actually mess up. Sometimes we fuck up, both with our dynamics or we screwed up something at work or school. Doms will scold you, put also help cheer you up and might even offer ways to make it positive
Sex might be apart of the dynamic, but it’s not the focus. I get the fact some people get involved with other BDSM partners for the sole reason of sex, but outside of those VERY SPECIFIC DYNAMICS, sex is NOT the sole focus. It might be a fun “add on”, but it’s NOT the primary objective (penetrative sex or other forms of sex acts).
They are concerned for your safety, but don’t overdo it. They want you safe, but don’t take it to the paranoid level where they need to track every little thing you do.
They respect your privacy. EVERYONE has secrets (”skeletons in your closest”), even among romantic partners who have been partners for a long time, people have stuff they just don’t feel comfortable confessing every little thing in their life. A respectful Dom understands this and doesn’t need to go spying on you or attempt to invade your privacy (track internet history, track phone usage, track where you’ve been, etc.)
They trust you. A Dom who doesn’t trust you will purposely try to fuck up the relationship/dynamic, they will show severe jealousy, and other negative aspects. A Dom that trusts you will respect YOU as a person as well as you to keep your word on different things.
When disagreements happen, they use constructive language. There is not a healthy relationship on this earth that is 100% argument/disagreement free. However, whenever these do happen, it is NOT a “me against you” style argument (”I WON THE ARGUMENT”, none of that). It is done in a way with minimal accusatory/hurtful statements
They respect your hard limits. Doms know hard limits don’t mean “convince me”. They know to stay the fuck away from hard limits with a ten foot freaking pole.
I dont wanna just skull fuck you. I wanna care for you. I wanna support you through your worst moments. I wanna help you achieve your goals. I wanna hold you tight when you cry. I wanna see you happy. Yes I want you to be my perfect cumslut. But that's not gonna get in the way of my real wish to just see you become the best version of yourself.
Why are you waking up to go to work? Wouldn't you rather be woken up by someone who takes care of you and your needs?
Be you but remember 👆
Okay but if you want to become a housewife, please make sure you’ve saved up 4 months rent and then some. Try and get as many things in your name as possible, furniture, property, bank accounts, your kids defo. Set clear boundaries and do not settle for less. Just because you’re a housewife does not mean your partner doesn’t have to do anything around the house, give them chores. Make sure your partner spoils you as much as you spoil them. Don’t let your partner guilt trip you into things you do not want to do (no, working hard does not in fact warrant sex acts). Have some work experience in case things go wrong, an empty resume is bad. Keep learning, have a side hustle, maybe even finish a degree at home. Have a safety net, people to call and know what instances can get you help. Get into female only spaces where you can openly talk about your struggles, a simple conversation and saying stuff out loud can be eye-opening.
We all want to believe our partners will never do anything wrong, but it can and does happen. Don’t get trapped in a loveless or even abusive relationship because you don’t have a way out. Always put yourself first.
You should find a partner who encourages and enables this as well. If you don't make an income, they should gift you that emergency 4 months in a way that's irrevocably yours. They should encourage you to have your own friends, your own skills and hobbies. There's so much more that can happen to prevent them from providing for you than just abuse. Death, injuries, war, lawsuits, etc.
Just something quick I write up this morning. Lightly edited and my phone loves to autocorrect your to you're, so I apologize for any mistakes.
TW: CNC
You came home, another long day. You flip on the light, why is it even off, and bend over to remove your heel. One off, you toss it to the side, and shift your weight to the other foot.
Too late, you hear the rustle of clothing and look up to see someone right over you, swinging at you. You flinch, and manage to have him hit your shoulder instead of your face.
You still reel over, tripping over yourself as you're knocked off balance, arms out to catch yourself. You sprawl on the ground. As you blink from confusion, you hear the heavy footsteps of him coming closer. You try and get your arms under you, but you're too slow and he's too fast, and you feel his hand grab the collar of your blouse. You had it buttoned up tight, and you feel that top button give way as he lifts you up, the fabric gathering under your arms, saving the rest of the shirt as he drags you to the kitchen.
Once there he tosses you against the island. Your body bounces off the cabinet, and you look up, dazed at him. He bends over and rips open your shirt, exposing yourself to him.
He grabs you by the neck, lifts you, stands you up, spins you around, and shoves you over the counter. The cold, smooth granite smacks against your cheek.
And that's when it hits you of what's about to happen. And you struggle and fight and buck and kick. But he's too heavy, and you're just so small under his weight, bent over your own fucking kitchen counter.
He rips the rest of your shirt off, unclasps your bra, and let's the straps trangle in your arms as you vainly try and right him off.
This pisses you off, "fuck you" you scream at him. You simply receive a snack to the face in response. You feel that arm run down your back, down your ass, and start to lift up your skirt. Slowly, slowly it slides up, and he's pressing harder and harder into you to keep you pinned.
He lifts it all the way up, exposing that cute pair of underwear you picked this morning . You feel his fingers slide under, feel him grab a fistful of fabric, it wedging between your cheeks, pulling right against your pussy, and he rips them down.
You moan in fear, feeling exposed, *being* exposed. You try and renew your struggles to escape, but he just grabs you by your hair, pulls back and uses that elbow to dig into your back, keeping you down. You hear something, and then, bent over, you feel pressure against the lips of your pussy.
And you realize with shock, and horror, just how WET you are right now. You body betrayed you, as you scream inside your head, your hole drips and beckons for his cock to enter you.
And it does. You feel him thrust into you, completely putting his entire length into you in simple movement. The slight pain as your body wasn't prepared to having something shoved in you suddenly. He doesn't care, you're just another victim to him, another toy. He isn't the victim, he doesn't feel how each thrust fills you, stretches you.
And makes you feel good. Your body has already betrayed you, so why not your mind? You feel the heat between your legs, your body pulse with each of his thrusts.
A moan escapes your lips. You didn't mean for it too. You know he's raping you, using you for his own pleasure. You feel the guilt wash over you.
You also feel him stop.
He pulls out of you, and pulls you off the counter by the hair, stands you up, removes the bra handing loosely off you, tosses it aside and turns you around so you're facing him.
He twitches his head, beconing you to sit in the counter. And you comply! You're screaming at yourself to run, escape, fight anything, but your body feels out of your control and you feel your arms lift yourself on the counter, the slightly warm stone smooth again your ass.
And you spread your legs. He didn't say to, he didn't motion to. You just did it, because you know, you're just a cock hungry slut and you'll let anyone take you. He swiftly moves against you, his hand wrapping around your throat, and you feel him enter you a second time. This is different though, with more access to your body, you feel him touch and fondle you. His hands longer on your chest, rubbing each nipple, and you feel his hand slide roughly down your stomach. He squeezes your throat, he hand reaches your clit and he rubs it, swirling his thumb on you. Each thrust harder than the last, you feel all the sensations flow across your body, and you can't help it. You cum, you tight against your rapists cock, you feel your body tighten, you try and moan, but it's so hard with his hands tight against your neck. You shake as it flows through you. And he keeps thrusting into you, never stopping, never slowing.
His hand leaves your neck, his thumb off your clit, and you feel his hands come onto you, right above your hips. You feel his nails dig into you hard, and you feel his rhythm break and you feel his warm cum flow into you. He grunts, pulls you tighter into him and falls on you, spent and tired.
"Fuck," You gasp, breathing heavy, "fuck".
He laughs, "is your face okay? I kinda threw you down a little too hard there"
"Yeah....yeah...just give me a second here. I needed that after today."
"Alright, come here" and he scoops you up in his arms, "let's you undressed and showers up, you look like a mess"
You give him a look, and snuggle into him as he leads you into the shower. He helps clean you up, and you tuck each other into bed for the night.
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Chivalry
Look at how well she takes that
I don’t know how many times I have to say this: Rules is for broke dusties because rich men who built their wealth with their brain (not some corrupt army or mafia) only use dumb boring women for sex. A gentleman who used his brain to build his wealth is not going to see a pretty idiot as the future mother of his kids when he could get someone pretty, well mannered and well read. Elite men go for the full package that includes elevated conversations.
If American dumbo b🥕mbo coaching worked then why wasn’t Hurrem Sultan or Cleopatra or the mistresses of French kings or Geishas stupid but instead all the great female lovers in history were well read and carried elevated conversations?
Go to a fundraiser Gala buy a ticket and see for yourself what the women look like. Few elite wives look like super models. Go up to them and compliment them & strike up a conversation. Every elite wife I promise the majority are excellent conversationalists. The gentleman who made his money in construction maybe his wife is only pretty.
Without being pretty you are never going to meet affluent men if your father wasn’t rich and well connected. You don’t see ladies move up social classes for having a kind heart alone. You have to be pretty. This is a non negotiable.
But at the top men are surrounded by models. Chased by them and pounced on by models in fact. When models are your competition the looks that made you the prom Queen don’t count for much to elite men for whom beauty is common.
No matter what lies mentally unstable rules robots tell you… look at their success rates. A decade or two trying that no results. As trashy as I find Sheera7 she is head and shoulders above Rules Robots and helped some of my friends overcome the neuroticism and mental health problems being a Rules Robot and helped them leave that cult. I find her a necessary step to get out of that cult but ladies out grow her too.
So here is the story of my boss when I worked for Cambridge University who has a multi million dollar tech consulting company.
He was on a date and was talking about how Russia was affecting the stock market at the time on his date because he thought that Rules Robot was interested. She asked him questions and feigned interest. Said little. Between half an hour to an hour of him talking she said “I am a model!”
He said he had never seen a scull so thick or a brain so small. A scull with the thickness of a glacier & the brain the size of a walnut!
He paid for her drinks and left, didn’t even get dinner. He didn’t even try to you know.
He married instead this very feminine PhD student who spent a lot of time in Lebanon and dressed Lebanese in the West enough she was whyte. She was very beautiful, very feminine and very smart, plus excellent manners.
This lady could carry elevated conversations & was so fun. I had so much fun with them before I worked for the parliament.
Suha Deeb had a wonderful similar story where she was at a party thrown by a Lebanese old money family where there were so many nouveau riche ladies in designer brands head to toe talking about shopping, spending their father’s money and the Kardashian’s and other celebrity gossip.
Suha being an intellectual found celebrity gossip dull and started chatting up a fellow next to her about the latest book she read. He was hooked. Then all the men started pulling up their chairs mesmerized. Here Suha was in an elegant non designer floral dress that was not expensive nor the cheap kind that falls apart but dignified.
Do you think the men cared that it wasn’t designer or that her face wasn’t plastic surgery perfection. Suha was in a sea of plastic fantastic dumb Barbies.
This is what Rules Robots don’t get about money: rich men are surrounded by models with every form of plastic surgery imaginable. At the top beauty is common and a social norm.
When everyone is beautiful your looks don’t make you special. That is what it means to be elite: when your looks are not enough because all women around you are beautiful.
Lebanese nouveau riche women looked at Suha in horror. How come this girl without plastic surgery not in designer is just having a conversation about a book and drawing all the men in the room like a magnet but when they talk about Kardashian’s with their designer head to to & plastic surgery men ignore them.
You need to develop an intellectual connection with a man who made his money with his brain in addition to being gorgeous if you want hope of a wedding ring where gentlemen are surrounded by models.
It’s not enough to be beautiful where everyone is beautiful and your looks are a prerequisite to entry.
That is why The Rules only works on broke women.
Listen things written by middle class women who never grew up around elite men will get an average Joe at best.
The Rules is a fundamentalist cult against critical thinking which is why it disgusts elite men who needed critical thinking to build their wealth and critical thinking is taught at private schools.
It’s not enough to be pretty or a mysterious dumb b🦴mbo bonehead. You have to know the art of carrying an elevated conversation and be fun to be around. If everyone is beautiful ask yourself, aside from my looks what makes fun to be around these highly intelligent men?
Honestly everyone with a brain can see saying few words as a pick up tactic. Men tried the Rules on me before PickUp. I was disgusted by their obvious game playing. I could quickly see they way saying few words & waiting to call. I found them manipulative and wasting my time. They got quickly rotated out of my roster for gentlemen who came across more confident, genuine and authentic.
I am sorry but I could see through men leaning too far back. Obviously don’t chase men. At the same time if men are high value your looks don’t make you special but are just your ticket to enter the theatre. There are so many models with sculls as thick as glaciers among men with means. What makes you different?
Credit: Maria al Massani
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