It took me way too long to realise that I’d been brainwashed into feminism. Like, have you ever heard of something as ridiculous as men and women being the same? We are meant to be different- we serve different purposes: women to submit and men to dominate. Modern society has taught us to move away from our biological purpose.
Gus taught me that, and as it dawned on me that all I had to be was a womb, and push out babies, I felt a sense of calm and steadiness. Now I’m growing his twins, and he shows me off as a reply: his perky young breeding girl. He’s promised me that I’ll be having a pregnancy a year till I’m 30 :)
On our first date he told me how he was ready to start building a family. He was 30, with two kids to another woman. I was 19, eager to please.
I told him I wasn’t ready just yet. But partners are there to help you explore, and our exploration lead to my womb starting to swell after our third month of dating.
The woman's face should not even be seen. Face means identity, identity means personhood, personhood means humanity. And that is the last thing the patriarchy wants to grant women.
Men should recognize women solely by their bodies, their tits and their holes. It’s just a body, just a pair of tits, and just a set of holes. Its nothing and it’s nobody. Its name is whatever degrading nickname is given to it.
objectification must be taken to the extreme, the patriarchy's goal is to psychologically break women. Erasing any and all links back to her identity.
Feminism, women's only little resistance is failing and feminists are being captured, bred and humiliated. Made examples of. Domesticated and made docile.
I'll give you a comprehensive list of rights or privileges esther(without the capitalisation as she's my property) has lost.
- Household decisions: Any decisions regarding the home are made by me. In the home the only things that she does make decisions over within the home is cleaning, cooking, decorating and buying groceries.
- Her Body: As can be seen on our blog, I have set her a weight goal. This is just one of the ways she has lost the right to do what she pleases with her body. I decide how she grooms, how she dresses and what modifications are made of any.
- Reproductive Rights: Right now she is on a birth control pill which I dispense to her each day. So whenever the day comes that I've decided to breed her it will be my choice, not hers.
- Finances: esther works right now, as much as I would like her to not work at all, in Ireland for younger people like ourselves it's not really an option if you want to live a comfortable lifestyle. But any money that she brings into the home is managed by myself, this is used to pay bills, put savings away etc, but she does get a monthly allowance with the option to add more depending on the use case. The only card she has access to is the one I put her allowance on and another that we use for household supplies/groceries.
- Leaving the home: Before esther even thinks about leaving the home(without me) she must ask my permission and tell me where she is going and with who. This of course is more so for safety, and she generally hangs out with other female friends that I have met.
- Sexual Autonomy: As esther is my property she is mine to use in any way I see fit, whenever I may need it. This is a right she has lost, but it's one that she couldn't be happier with as when I do decide to use her, it makes her happier than you could even imagine, she is proud to be owned by me and proud to be seen as useful to me.
I hope this answers your question, but if there is anything else you are curious about, or would even like to hear/see esther's thoughts on some of these please do let me know.
She blinked up at him in confusion from her spot on the couch, “a game…?”
“Yes, a game. Go get in the car.” He stated calmly.
“O-okay! Let me go grab my shoes!” She said eagerly, tossing the throw to her side as she scrambled to her feet. Shes confused due to the late hour, but excited of course, so she runs to get her shoes! Only, before making it to the closet, he stops her.
“I didn’t tell you to go get your shoes, I said to go get in the car, yes?”
His grip on her arm is firm as he speaks, and her head tilts slightly. He wants her to go barefoot outside? She is confused for a moment but nods and follows him to the car. When she is secure in her seat, he fastens a silk around her eyes, blacking out any vision she had before, and in a few moments she feels the car in motion. The hum of tires on asphalt was deafening as her mind raced with thoughts of what kinda game would require her be barefoot and blindfolded well past dark. Though she couldn’t deny the sense of excitement which bubbled inside her.
She was trying her best to refrain from asking questions, as it seemed he was being intentionally vague to the context of this late night drive. But when she heard the tires hit gravel, her heartbeat quickened in her chest. Gravel roads meant more obscure, it meant private. What game required them to be secluded somewhere she didn’t know?
“What kind of game are we going to play?” She finally blurted out. Her question was met with a low laugh that was disquieting to say the least. “Some games are best learned by just playing them, rather than being told the rules, don’t you agree?” She may be blindfolded, but she could hear the grin on his lips as he spoke. She gulped and attempted to steady her breathing as the flurry of panic and excitement rushed through her. “Yes.. I agree.” She said more out of habit than genuine understanding.
After a few more moments of agonizing silence, the car came to a halt. He didn’t say a word, but she heard the click of his seatbelt coming undone and his car door swinging wide. She noted, however, that his feet did not land on gravel as he left the car.
A cool breeze hit her legs as her door swung open, still dressed in the shorts and top she intended to sleep in. She could feel the heat radiate from his body as he leaned over to unlock her seat belt and guide her from the car. She soon understood why she’d not heard gravel, her bare feet pressing into cool, soft grass. She clung to his arm, disoriented from her lack of vision the last half hour.
“Where are we..?” She questioned hesitantly. He didn’t respond. Maybe that should have worried her, but she doesn't have very long to think about it before he starts turning her in little circles, the blindfold still securely in place as he spoke firmly, “When I say to, you're going to run, understand Princess?"
"Y-yes Sir," she stutters out in confusion. After a few more turns, he stops her, pulling the blindfold free and letting it fall from her eyes. She’s facing a large open field, a thick tree-line curving around it. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to get a grasp of what was about to happen, of what his intentions are.
"Run.” he whispers in her ear.
And so she runs, or tries to. She is still so dizzy from the circles and her eyes are adjusting to the change in light, which was still minimal, the field dimly lit by the moon and distant street lamps. But she has to try, because behind her she can hear him start counting.
“Thirty… twenty-nine…twenty-eight…” her cunt drips as her mind finally connects the dots. He’s going to chase her, he’s going to catch her, and she needs to get to the trees before that happens.
She runs across the grass as quickly as she can, stumbling from the turns he'd forced her to do. His steady, calm counting did little to calm her nerves and she threw a glance over her shoulder at him. Which she quickly regretted when her feet caught beneath her and her body collided with the ground below. She gasped as she thudded against the soil, but adrenaline was more powerful than pain right now. Scrambling back to her feet she kept running, not looking back again.
“Five… four… three…two…” her heart raced with anticipation but she kept her gaze straight ahead. She just needed to get to the tree-line. She could do this! She could win the game!
“One.”
Her heart sank.
She could hear the beating of his feet against the grass, but she didn’t dare turn her head. The trees. She just needed to make it to the tre-
"Got you, Princess."
Suddenly she feels his arms wrapped around her waist and her feet lifting from the ground as he snatches her up. How had he gotten to her so quickly?? She squeals in a mix of fear and elation as he drags her towards the trees. Wait. The trees? She thought he didn’t want her to make it there? Had she been running exactly where he wanted the entire time?
She begins to protest but he quickly slaps a hand over her mouth, dragging her while she kicks and squirms. It doesn’t take long for them to be just within the forest at the edge of the field. That’s when her gaze falls on a black leather duffel bag sitting by one of the trees. Had he already been here and left it?
Her question was answered rather quickly as he pressed her back against the tree and smiled, “stay still for me, we both know running won’t do you any good.” He reached down and unzipped the duffel, pulling several ropes and a gag from within it. He then fully bound her to the tree, her legs spread wide and her arms tied around the trunk, behind her back. Completing his work by latching the open mouth gag around her head.
Her breath hitched when she saw a small pocket knife emerge from his pocket. The cold medal popping open when he pressed the lever, making her jump. He laughed at how skittish she was, “you’re pretty cute when you’re all scared and helpless..” he said softly, tearing the knife through the fabric of her top and shorts before fully ripping them off with his hands.
She gasped as the night air grazed her now exposed cunt and tits, her nipples hardening to the chilly breeze. He put the knife away, taking a moment to scan her body and smiling at his completed work, as if he’d just finished an art project.
“Are you still on birth control?” He questioned randomly. Her brows furrowed and she shook her head softly. She was confused, I mean, he knew she wasn’t on birth control. He had specifically told her to stop taking it a month prior. He smiled again. “Then it would be in your best interest not to cum tonight!” He said, the smile still plastered on his face. She felt her heart sink once more. She didn’t really understand what he meant by it, but she knew it made her nervous.
He pulled a small brush from the bag now, and she followed him with her eyes as he brought it up and grazed it across a nipple. Whimpering against the gag at the sensation, her cunt tingling as the sensitive bud was toyed with. He rested a palm against her cunt as the brush continued to work against her tits. “Tsch.. so wet already. Running like a scared animal really turns you on, huh?” He teased her and she could feel the heat forming in her cheeks. It was embarrassing but he wasn’t wrong, it did turn her on.
For what felt like an eternity he teased her body with the brush, grazing her nipples and down her stomach, brushing across her clit in ways that made her whimper and tense against the ropes that bound her. She could feel the growing heat between her legs, the hot liquid dripping down her thighs by this point. But she still hadn’t cum. She wasn’t sure why she shouldn’t, but she knew it would be a mistake to cum tonight. He had told her so.
He finally pulled the brush away and her body relaxed. She was panting now, her tongue hung out the gag as she drooled on her own tits. But she felt a sense of relief. She had made it through without cumming! She had wo-
“Let’s try this next!” He said with giddy excitement as he pulled the wand from his bag. She felt tears prick at her eyes when she saw the vibrator, one he had used on her many times before. One that was sure to make her cum, every time.
She frantically shook her head and squirmed against the restraints, attempting to protest, though all that made it past the gag were a few muffled whines. He laughed, “What was that, sweet girl? You want me to hold it on your pretty little cunt?” She shook her head again, the panic visible in her eyes as she tried to wiggle free from the ropes. Tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks now.
“You do? Well.. if you insist!” And with that he switched the toy on, placing it against her clit and shoving a thumb in her mouth. “Suck thumb. Turn off. Good girl..” he smiled as he watched her eyes glaze over while she drooled around his thumb, attempting to suck on it through the ring of her gag. It didn’t take long for her legs to start trembling slightly and within a few minutes she was toppling over the edge. Her moans and whimpers filled the forest and her eyes lost focus as she came down from her high.
The pleasurable moment soon faded as realization and panic set in. She had cum. And the look on his face sent a shiver down her spine. “Uh oh.. you weren’t supposed to do that.” He teased her.
He left her tied for a few minutes, moving painstakingly slow as he gathered his items and put them back in the bag. Then moving to slowly untie her and return the rope to its place as well. Lastly, he unbuckled the gag and returned it to the bag. She just watched him, frozen in fear and confusion as to why he wasn’t punishing her for cumming.
The sound of the zipper sealing sent a chill down her spine. And then he turned to face her.
“You really weren’t supposed to cum.”
That was all he said before pressing her against the tree again, her tits smooshing into the bark. It was slightly painful, but any pain was quickly masked as he shoved his cock deep inside her. She couldn’t help but moan loudly as he filled her aching cunt. He relentlessly slammed against her as she tried to grip the tree, looking for anything that would ground her as each wave of pleasure washed over her body.
“If you get to cum whenever and wherever you want, the I guess I should too, hmm?” His breath was hot against her ear and she felt the tears begin to flood her eyes once more, because she understood his random question now. He wanted to remind her that she had no protection against getting pregnant. He wanted to remind her that she was completely at his will, that he could alter her life forever just by cumming.
“N-no.. please don’t!” She whimpered out, though her body betrayed her words, her cunt greedily sucking his cock in. “No?” He asked, and she could tell he was smirking, “That’s odd, because your cunt is all wet and ready to be bred.” He stated matter of factly.
She sniffled in between moans, but even as she cried she couldn’t deny how her body craved his cock, how it craved his cum. He continued fucking her against the tree, their lewd sounds concealed by the woods.
“I’m gonna put a fucking a baby in you.” He groaned in her ear.
With a few more harsh thrusts he finished, filling her desperate cunt with the cum it craved. He stayed there for a moment, his cock deep inside her and his cum filling her up. Once he pulled out, he smiled and kissed the top of her head.
“I can’t wait to see how cute you look with a baby bump.”
I push you down a flight of stairs, and you crawl your way back up. We see how many times you can come back up in 10 minutes and then try to beat that record. Your reward will be hard fucking while I purposefully pin you on hard surfaces on your bruises.
We can find out how sadistic I can be and how obedient you are <3
Hey Phyllis get outta the sun and dip your feet in the water and smoke with me. You don't smoke? Well try one, here........Not bad? Good now you smoke while I'll pull your swimsuit bottoms down. Don't worry no one's around. Oh what an adorably smooth pussy for a 17 year old. .......No you're 16? Oh sweet 16. Just the age to start smoking........... Now you just enjoy your smoking...what finished that one already? Well there's the pack and lighter help yourself to another one.
Now as I was saying, you enjoy your smoke and I'm going to give you some nice feelings to go with that cigarette.......Mmmmmmm soooo nicely lickable. That's it baby girl, spread those young legs, and I can get a finger in there.......Ooooooo, getting wet already? Now sucky-sucky your cute clitty. Are we getting a little hot darling?........Well go with it.......Oh taking off your top???? My aren't you the little slut......It feels good doesn't it being totally naked and a slutty little girl.....That's it play with your titties, try blowing smoke on them........ Oh do you look hot. Oh you're climaxing let it cum sweetie. That's it. ..............Let's try for another climax. Wouldn't you like to behave like this in front of other girls? No morals to worry about. Just being with other girls, eating their pussies and assholes.
This summer while you're staying with me, your Aunt Marion, I'm going to turn you into the hottest smoking lesbian slut. You always were lesbian, I'm just bringing that side of you to the surface. You're going to party with other young hotties just like you, smoking and drinking and eating each other. By the time I send you back to that bitch of a mother of yours, you are going to have your nose and navel pierced and tats all around your ass and pussy. .....That's it lesbian slut here we go, another climax, ..............oh what a squirter.......Enjoy your new life sweetie.
People say bimbos are dumb. Personally, I think it takes a great deal of intelligence to maneuver your life into a position where all you have to do is fuck and grow babies all day.
When you were younger everyone always told that you had so much potential. As you admire your vastly changed body in the mirror, you have to admit that they were right–just not in the way they or you ever expected.
