Omggg can u just imagine a world where a new law is put in place where women hav to hav a pacifier attached to their clothes at all time, and whenever they get emotional to the point of disturbance, a Man is allowed to take it upon himself to put the pacifier in her mouth, and she’s not allowed to take it out until the Man deems that she’s calmed down enough? So that like, even in corporate offices, when a woman tries to say something and even like a hint of emotion enters her voice, a Man jumps in and sticks her pacy in her mouth. And of course the Men take advantage of it! they don’t actually think the women r “out of control” or “crazy” it’s just fun for them to exert even more control.
And it gets to the point where literally a woman speaking without smiling or nodding or looking happy is treated as if she’s about to throw a tantrum. Then they just do it for fun, even when a woman is acting “respectable,” just literally every time she speaks, and the Men all laugh, and she looks ridiculous cus she has to try and look angry and fiery with this little pink pacifier plugging up her naughty mouth.
And because the women aren’t allowed to take it out w out a Man’s permission, it’s not uncommon to see a female employer just walking around the entire day with a pacy stuck in her mouth, because the Man who put it in as a joke forgot the minute after he did it.
Half a year after the law gets implemented, a particularly opinionated woman who has been targeted in the office more than anyone gets up to give a presentation, and as she opens her mouth, before she even says anything, a guy stands up from the conference table, walks over, and pops the pacifier in her mouth. There r some huffs of laughter, lots of guys smiling and looking smug, and she’s just stuck frozen and helpless, because legally she can’t take it out and speak.
And months of this exact treatment finally reach their head, and the most outspoken, ambitious woman in the office bursts into tears in front of everybody.
She can’t wail like she wants to cus she has to keep the pacifier in her mouth, but there r streams of tears running down her face, and her sobs r audible in her throat. Nobody comes to move her, so she’s just stood at the front of the room in her favorite red suit that she wore today cus she wanted to feel powerful, crying like a little girl. And even through her blurry eyes, she sees all her coworkers watching her like it’s a fireworks display. One of them is holding up his phone to film her.
Finally, when her tears hav settled to throaty whimpers, her boss stands up and comes to guide her back to her seat, not acting the least bit surprised by her outburst. “Okay, alright, honey, it’s okay,” he says in the most patronizing voice she’s ever heard. “You just sit back down here next to Mitchell,” he pulls her seat out for her and she shakily sits down. “Thatsa girl. Good. Now you just relax right there, and keep that in until you feel better, hm?” Instead of patting her shoulder, he pats the side of her face like a fucking child.
Then, switching from the soft sugary voice he used on her to his normal, stern sounding voice, he goes, “Now!” She feels a jolt of anxiety at his return to professionalism, terrified suddenly that he’s gonna expect her to try and speak and she’ll be humiliated again, but he continues, “Let’s proceed, shall we, gentlemen?”
And she feels her panic fade. Thank God. I’ll just listen, she thought. Its probably for the best — I could use a minute to calm down, I did kind of freak out up there.
She thinks all this, and though she doesn’t even rightly mean to, she starts sucking on the pacifier. Just to help me calm down, she thinks. Just for today.
As she keeps sucking, she forgets to listen to the meeting, but she does move her hips without fighting when Mitchell slips his hand between her legs and starts rubbing. And for the first time at work in months, she feels like she know what she’s doing.
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