Let me ease your burden, a misogyny kink blog.

I am a 45 year old man. Minors go away.

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This blog is purely for fantasy. The posts here are purely fantasy and would be harmful as real-life policies. Seriously, if you think my posts are how the world should really be, please find an entertaining way to end yourself. This is purely kinky fantasy fun. Minors do not interact.

Edit: Hi, so apparently I need to make some clarification. If you are reaching out for any kind of RP/heavy flirting or other things, the minimum age I will consider for that is 24. I ask that you respect that boundary. Because this is unclear to some people, respecting my boundary does not include arguing with me about why I should make an exception.

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"You were thinking? That must have been so tramatic. Do you need to sit on my lap and be held?"

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Your husband pushed you into the corner. Taking your hands in one of his. Trapping them above your head. His legs spreading yours and trapping against the wall. Whispering into your ear. "Struggle like your life depends on it."

And you did. Throwing your whole body into it. Which just got laughter from your husband. "Pathetic. Try harder. It's like you are just pretending to struggle." The smirk when he saw you blush.

But your efforts weren't any more successful. And you couldn't stop him from slipping his hands into your panties. "How you expect me to respect you when you are this wet from me pinning you in place? It's like your body is eager to be raped. Are you that addicted to my cock that even a hint of rape turns you on?"

His hand gripping your cunt and lifting you. Throwing you over his shoulder as you kicked. "You are going to see just how much respect you deserve."

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Hmm idk what boldness overcame me to send this but I love the stuff you write about the poker nights! Idk what that says about me… surely nothing good. But still thank you!

I am glad you enjoy them. They are some of my favorite ones to write. They also tend to be some of the most difficult.

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Hi, if you are a minor go stop following me. Stop reading my content. This content is not for you. I am not comfortable with minors viewing my work. That is a boundry that I have set. I am asking you to respect that boundary. You would be pissed if I violated your boundries. I have no idea why you think I would be less pissed.

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"All you need to do to cum is give up one limit. Just one thing you used to say no to. It doesn't need to be a big thing. Just a little thing."

"I can piss on you now? What a good girl you are. That clearly deserves an orgasm. Let me give it to you."

"Princess, I said you could have an orgasm. I never said what kind. And a ruined orgasm still counts. Maybe next year if you give up something hotter."

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You remember the first time it happened. You were still a newlywed. One day you found yourself with a clean house. Dinner was planned and prepped. You had changed into a pretty little set of silk cami, tap pants and robe. Looking in the mirror, your makeup was some of your best work. Your hair was styled.

You laid down on the pretty Victorian styled divan that he insisted you needed. And your brain just turned off. No awkward memories. No guilt about not getting things done. You just breathed. Your head as empty as a balloon.

You just relaxed for an hour until you realized exactly what you were doing. It was strangely exciting to do nothing. It wasn't planned. It wasn't enforced. You just relaxed. Without a trace of boredom. You were so happy and excited you texted your husband. Letting him know what happened and thanking him.

When he came home he had flowers and a delicate gold necklace with your birthstones. Something to remind you that relaxing wasn't bad. You made sure he got all three holes that night, because you wanted him to know how grateful you were.

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"We are going to play a little game. For every minute it takes you to make me cum,you will be denied for one month. You have ten minutes to get ready before the time starts. You can wear what you want. You can put on porn. You can pleasure me with whatever body parts you want. Hopefully you won't end up denied for over a year again."

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"There were complaints about your appearance at my office today. The women were complaining about your dress." And you looked very confused. You had worn a pretty little flower patterned white peasant dress. It's hem ended several inches below the knee. The top didn't show any cleavage. Horrified you started to apologize.

Your husband put his finger to your lips. "It wasn't really about the dress. It was because you are a happy little homemaker with a big smile on your face. Remember how unhappy you were as a college student? Well they are even unhappier working. You just reminded them that all of their life choices added up to that."

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"Princess, I understand you put a lot of effort into your appearance. I know you enjoy makeup and girly things. I know you feel more comfortable outside when you are dressed to the nines. And I know you want other men to envy me." Your husband patted your hand.

"That's why I limit your words. When girls use big words, it's a turn off. Dumb girls are just so much prettier. I don't want you to self-sabotage and undo all of the hard work you put into your appearance."

You just smiled and nodded, so happy he was thinking for you.

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Sometimes someone likes five or ten posts in a row. And a hint of smugness enters my grin. It will be our little secret.

Sometimes someone likes twenty or thirty posts. And get much more smug. I hope you changed your panties.

Sometimes someone likes seventy posts and then I wonder how many times. My smugness will not accept less then three.

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"You need a time out from thinking." Which is how you found yourself bound with your hands behind your back. A blindfold on. Headphones secured as you listened to your husband narrate your favorite smut book. With him taking little asides to degrade you. Stuff like how he feels ashamed on your behalf that this makes you wet. And every so often you'd feel the vibe on your clit. Never enough to cum. Just enough to drive you insane.

I bet you feel shamed how quickly that anexity loop fell away. How long did it take before your mind was overwhelmed with being a needy little cunt? You have no idea but you know you didn't resist. A serious woman would have held out. But you didn't even try. Because for all of that public modesty, the whore is right below the surface. And the whore is the real you.

The modest dresses, attending a liberal church, that's your mask. That is you bringing status to your husband's reputation. But the good girl inside you, the real you knows that if your husband wanted you naked on a leash with his cum on your face, you wouldn't hesitate. He decides what good is. And if he wanted everyone to know you were his whore, you would do it head held high.

That's the real reason you didn't fight. You don't understand much right now, other than how empty you are. But when you finally can think again, you will understand that he knows what's best for you.

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Your husband slapped you across the face before grabbing your hair and dragging you into his study. Forcing you to bend over and look at the security camera footage. "I was reviewing the footage. Know what I didn't see? You having a single sip of water." His hand turning your head to look at him.

"You understand that I expect you to take care of yourself. That means water. So your punishment today will be me drinking the water you were supposed to drink. No, today your thirst will be quenched with my piss. Your first glass is right there. Drink up."

Letting you go. "Oh, you don't like the taste? Well you can eat my ass after to get rid of it."

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"Why do you let me let me treat you like this? Because therapy is effort, and this makes you cum."

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"Oh sweetie, how can I respect a girl who giggled when I cleaned your ruined make up off your face with my piss?"

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"Why do I spend so much time correcting you and setting you up to fail? To fix you. Growing up, you were bombarded with the message you can do everything. So you try to do everything, burnout and spend all day scrolling Instagram. Sure lots of women can have it all. But you aren't one of them."

He stroked your hair tenderly. "So I try to show you what you can do. What you can manage. I want to make your world small and cozy. Not big and cold. Tell me, do you feel the same anexity now? Do you sleep better now? Of course you do. Now lift up your skirt, and pull down your panties. You need a spanking for that tone."

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"Are you having a bad day?" Your husband asked you as he lowered his boxers briefs. Guiding your head towards his crotch. "Why don't you suck on my cock like a pacifier. I know you aren't a little girl, but big girls need soothing too."

And with that you started gently sucking. It was soothing, wasn't it? It gave you something to focus on. You didn't have to be strong and capable. You just need to be a good little cocksucker. Your brain could handle that just fine, couldn't? You were a good little cocksucker. He told you that all of the time.