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Reblog if you're a porn blog that focuses on female inferiority/male supremacy, degrading and humiliating women, traditional gender roles, and celebrating the patriarchy so that we can find each other 😊

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Me me me!!! I love the Patriarchy!!! I love humiliating myself for the pleasure of Men and their superior Cocks!!!

the-modern-female

Women aren`t worthless, we are just worth less :)

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My unworthy post

I just wanted to thank everyone who wrote me after my post. I never expected anyone to actually read it, let alone respond. I'm sorry I didn't read the responses earlier. I took some time away to gather myself together. I'm back now and really appreciate all the support everyone showed!

The unworthy

I know I don't write a lot. I mostly just repost things I like. But I've had something stirring around inside me. I am realizing that there are some people in this world that are unworthy of love. I know that sounds shitty to say. But I think we've all met that person that we'd fuck but never think about taking home to meet the family. Some people weren't meant for the fairytale happy ending. We end up being the side piece for a guy in a relationship, the third brought in for fun (in some cases, becoming the third after he meets someone else) and then discarded so they can go on to better things. Upon realizing I am one of these people, I tried changing myself. I left my submissive... Ok my slave side behind, I went back to school. I tried a normal relationship only to be back in the same position. I feel there is something inside me that men and woman see. The men see it as an easy target, the women despise me. I've come to see I can't hide from it even if I change everything about myself. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I wasn't loved by the men in my life. They do seem to love me, they just don't want me in a way a woman, even an unworthy one dreams of being wanted. So I guess my question is.... does anyone out there understand what I'm going through? To bring this up with friends I get the brush off... oh no! You just haven't found the right guy. No one will consider that maybe for me there isn't one. And if there isn't where does that leave someone like me?

The unworthy

I know I don't write a lot. I mostly just repost things I like. But I've had something stirring around inside me. I am realizing that there are some people in this world that are unworthy of love. I know that sounds shitty to say. But I think we've all met that person that we'd fuck but never think about taking home to meet the family. Some people weren't meant for the fairytale happy ending. We end up being the side piece for a guy in a relationship, the third brought in for fun (in some cases, becoming the third after he meets someone else) and then discarded so they can go on to better things. Upon realizing I am one of these people, I tried changing myself. I left my submissive... Ok my slave side behind, I went back to school. I tried a normal relationship only to be back in the same position. I feel there is something inside me that men and woman see. The men see it as an easy target, the women despise me. I've come to see I can't hide from it even if I change everything about myself. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I wasn't loved by the men in my life. They do seem to love me, they just don't want me in a way a woman, even an unworthy one dreams of being wanted. So I guess my question is.... does anyone out there understand what I'm going through? To bring this up with friends I get the brush off... oh no! You just haven't found the right guy. No one will consider that maybe for me there isn't one. And if there isn't where does that leave someone like me?

onesubsjourney-deactivated20180

How to love a broken girl

How to love a broken girl. How many would benefit from an instruction book for that? Its easy to love the carefree girls, the “normal” girls, the confident girls next door, but what about the broken girls? The girls with fortresses around their heart and shields in their eyes? The girls whose souls have aged beyond their earthly years? The girls with bodies and minds that have survived wars which would break the strongest of men? Sometimes these girls should come with a warning label. The warning pendulum swings both ways. This warning is not only for how you must treat her but for all the ways she will ruin you.

1. You cannot love her gently. She does not realize she deserves to be loved. You must love her with a force that can crush mountains. You must burn her soul so hot with your love that doubt melts away. Your love must be unconditional and you must show her on her very worst days.

2. She doesnt know shes beautiful. She can get compliments all day and she wont believe it. There is a demon on her shoulder whispering that its not true. It takes a dozen compliments to erase one hurtful torment from her past. Shower her with compliments, be her cheerleader, until your words are her heartbeat instead of her doubts.

3. Chase her. I know we often have the attitude of not chasing anyone. I know it is said to be weak if we chase someone who walks away, but we need to see you are weak for us. Sometimes a broken girl needs to see how much you need her. She needs to.see that vulnerability in your eyes to feel ok. We need you to need us.

4. She needs routine. Broken girls over analyze everything. They notice everything, too. Did you stop asking her for pictures after some time passes? Did you stop using a pet name? Every broken pattern to us means the end of the only thing we have ever wanted and it terrifies us.

5. Smother us with affection. Touch us. Kiss us. Touch us some more. Broken girls have not experienced enough positive affection in their life. We will absorb every ounce as a person dying of thirst demands water. You cannot shower us with enough of a good touch.

6. Be honest and keep promises. Broken girls have not dared to dream much. Every vow made to us has been broken. Every promise has been a lie. We would rather you never let a promise escape your lips than have you utter false ones.

7. Prepare to drown. If we let you inside our chaotic soul, you will be immersed in a madness you will not understand. We sometimes walk the balance beam of insanity and sometimes we fall. The biggest warning we should have is this.. if we love you, it is forever. We will love you with a loyalty that will amaze you. We will be committed and our heart will beat your name. While we are still broken we will try to devour all of your pain. We will be perceptive to your wounds and eager to heal your soul. If we love you, please be prepared that we will forever stay.

***This was not written by me, but by Lady-Savant on fet, she gave me permission to post, and asked no links be added.

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Wow.

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❤️💫

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Slow. Fucking. Clap.

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Useless cunt.

humiliationtoy

Yes please!

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Bimbo and fuckpig

Bimbo and fuckpig arrange themselves for Daddy’s arrival home from work. Bimbo has spent the day working out, tanning, and starving herself while preparing a delicious and painfully aromatic roast for Daddy. Fuckpig has spent today, like every day, on her knees, trying her best to clean the house without the use of her forelegs.

If Daddy is in a good mood when he comes home, events will go something like this: Fuckpig will kneel, eyes down, while Bimbo relieves Daddy of his coat and briefcase. Daddy will smile and say something like, “That’s a good whore,” which will make Bimbo swell with pride and fuckpig cower in shame. Daddy might demand that Bimbo stills for inspection. He will loop his thumbs around the teensy straps of her shiny shirt and circumnavigate her ridiculous fake tits.

“How’s your back, Bimbocakes?” He’ll ask sweetly. Bimbo knows that Daddy expects honesty, so she’ll admit the combination of the latest augmentation and the 7” heels is wreaking havoc on her muscles: she is almost constantly sore and finding it more and more difficult to get comfortable. Daddy will smile sympathetically and smack her ass hard enough to make her wince. “But?” he will prompt.

“But my pain is meaningless, Daddy. Your happiness is all I care about.” Daddy will hum approvingly and shove two cruel fingers up her underprepared cunt. “So tight,” he’ll compliment her, “Someone’s been doing her kegels.” A flush of joy will blossom over Bimbo’s face. “Every day, Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” He will affirm before sliding those same two fingers between the overinflated cockpads on her face. She will suck at them eagerly. “Now go finish up. I expect dinner in a half hour.”

Bimbo will scurry off as best she can on her stilletos, sculpted ass swaying pleasantly.

Daddy’s attention will shift to the creature before him who is willing itself invisible. Daddy won’t speak, but his lip will twitch slightly in disgust. He will free his cock, and wind a strong hand in fuckpig’s limp hair, yanking her face up towards him. She will pre-emptively spread her jaw, and soon his steady stream of piss will start. She knows better than to swallow. Daddy likes to fill her like a glass, sometimes likes her to hold it there for full minutes as her facial muscles protest the stretch and stillness. He likes to talk to her when her mouth is full, when she’ll know he has no interest in hearing her replies.

“How do you live with yourself?” He’ll ponder. His tone of voice won’t even be vicious, just conversational, easy. “Is this what you had planned? Being an owned floor mop, toilet brush and urinal?” He’ll laugh and flick her head, watching her eyes flare in fear as she tries not to spill a drop. “Actually, it probably is. This is probably exactly what you imagined as you frigged furiously at your seeping, ugly gash every night. What a lonely, nasty thing you were. What is wrong with you, I wonder. How did you get to be so incomplete? Hmm?” He’ll pause thoughtfully, looking intently at her. The intensity will pass. “Swallow.” He’ll demand simply.

She’ll quickly obey, still confounded at her inability to adjust to the nauseating taste, smell and feel of urine as it lines her esophagus. It is inescapable, now. She rarely goes more than 8 or 9 hours without receiving his piss one way or another. He’s been musing lately about filling her water dish with it as well, since already adds his piss to the food in her trough. The threat makes her sick with dread.

She still can’t suppress the flicker of disgust that will skim over her features as he shakes he last drops of urine onto her exposed tongue. This will anger Daddy and he’ll demand that she part her legs. Her haunch muscles straining, she will obey, parting her thighs and exposing the permanently vacant slop hole formerly known as her cunt.

“Fuckpig, fuckpig, fuckpig.” Daddy will shake his head, backhanding her sharply across the face. “What are we going to do with you? After all this time, you still hold to some pathetic notion that you are too good for my piss.” His hand will fly across her other cheek and she will grunt softly. He will run the toe of his shoe along her drooling slit, lecturing her further, “But you are not. In fact, you are not too good for anything. That is the definition of fuckpig. A grotesque aberration of a woman with a leaky wound between its legs and a body built for abuse.” He will pull his foot back far enough to gather the strength necessary to kick her solidly, holding her steady with a hand in her hair.

“You’ve seen Bimob,” He will continue, landing blow after blow on her aching gash lips. “You know what a real woman looks like. And god knows I’ve made you examine your disgusting hog flesh enough times to know that you don’t exactly compare. Bimbos make their owners’ lives easier. Bimbos are eager, and entertaining and they deserve Daddy’s cock. But fuckpigs…” Daddy will sigh, “Fuckpigs are a fucking chore. Constant need for attention and correction. Horrible to look at. Always fucking sniffling and feeling sorry for themselves.” Fuckpig will be openly weeping now, squealing and trying to close her legs against the brutal assault, but Daddy will remain unfazed, his foot striking its now-bruised target ruthlessly.

Eventually, if fuckpig is lucky, the smells of the pot roast will infiltrate the air around them and Daddy will lose interest in her, throwing her to the ground with a few last kicks to her bloated stomach and heavy tits.

“And now you’ve gone and made a mess of my shoe,” Daddy will tell her. He will take them off and drop them carelessly on her head, “Be a good pig and tidy that up.” He will wiggle his socked toes in between her puffy cunt lips and laugh as she bucks on them despite the ache. “You disgust me.” He will tell her simply, before shaking his head and leaving for the dining room.

Fuckpig’s stomach will growl helplessly and she’ll get to work licking her hole slop off Daddy’s shoes, so thankful that Daddy was in a good mood.

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I need to be fuck pig!