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Women shouldnât have rights or vote
Good Morning lovelies đ Daily Traditional Wife Updates
Ladies, take a good look at this picture. Read it several times. Donât you think that maybe Men said âokay, they want rights so bad, they can have them, but theyâll see they canât fulfill their true desire and end up depressedâ? How many of you have found yourself âindependent and freeâ yet so unhappy and have âno idea whyâ? I felt that way. I thought it was only a kink for the bedroom. I realized it was my true, primal, biological and scientific state trying to come through. Trying to tell me that society had tricked me. That inner nagging to just be a housewife and mother? That is Gods calling. In the Bible and its teaching, females are created as helpmates and to multiply creation. The Word tells us it is not shameful or wrong to submit to your husband, it is our God given duty and design by the Lord. Think about this ladies next time you feel shameful for wanting less decisions, less rights, to submit and serve an honorable Man. You are doing what God has called you to do.
I like the fantasy.
I like the power play.
I like role-play.
Because itâs chosen.
Kink is consensual.
Patriarchy isnât.
What I donât like?
People building whole identities around turning women into something smaller.
Learn to recognize the difference.
Patriarchy =/= misogyny
Misogyny can be part of patriarchy and can be fun at times, but it's not essential if you want to support patriarchy.
Patriarchy is the natural order of relationship between men and women, supporting it is supporting women. Being pro-patriarchy is being pro-women in the most basic way. What could be more natural and loving than supporting a man leads - woman obeys dynamic?
Wanting your woman to stay at home looking after the house and children is not misogyny
Wanting the head of the house to lead and make the decisions for his family is not misgyny
Obeying his orders because you know he has his family's best interests at heart and trust him, is not misogyny
Giving a woman discipline to help keep her focused and punishing her when she does wrong is keeping the family stable and is not misogyny
Expecting your woman to listen to your guidance and follow your instructions for the optimal running of your home is not misogyny
A woman surrendering her own needs and wants for the betterment of the family and to better focus on his satisfaction is not misogyny
They are all the most loving and supportive things that can happen in a relationship.
Misogyny is hating women, it can be fun to roleplay, but it is not patriarchy.
What's often overlooked when vilifying traditional gender roles is the sacrifices a man makes to take care of his family.
10 Reasons Iâm a Submissive
(in no particular order)
1. Because his pleasure is my pleasure.
There are lots of things in life that bring me pleasure. A perfectly roasted chicken. Unicorns. Glitter. Tootsie rolls. Fairy lights. Getting an A+. A really good action movie with lots of explosions and guns and violence and goofiness. Debating ridiculous philosophical and political and other stuff with my best friends. Traveling. Getting the perfect messy bun. Literally, the list goes on and on and on.
But nothing brings me pleasure the way that his pleasure does, the way my Domâs pleasure does. And Iâm not just talking about sexual pleasure â Iâm talking about all kinds of pleasure. Sucking his cock and taking it all the way down my throat over and over until he feeds me his cum and tells me what a good girl I am for him and getting to revel in the fact that Iâve given him such pleasure that he couldnât help but cum brings me such tremendous pleasure. But you know what else brings me pleasure? Knowing how pleased he is when I serve him his favorite dinner. Knowing how much it pleases him when I fold his t-shirts the right way. Knowing how much he loves and gets pleasure out of watching me sing along (badly) to my bubblegum pop playlist while I wash the kitchen counters. Watching his face light up when I meet him with a drink and a smile when he gets home from work. Kneeling at his feet and leaning against his leg so he can pet my hair while he reads or watches TV and giving him the comfort of knowing Iâm there, knowing I kneel for him, knowing I serve him, knowing I love him, knowing that Iâm his with that very simple act.
And when itâs sexual? The way he chuckles when Iâm tied to his bed and writhing beneath his touch and whimpering and begging for release? It makes me smile inside. The way it turns him on to deny me? It makes me even wetter. The sick and twisted joy he gets out of ruining an orgasm or denying me one? It makes my girl parts tingle and makes me beg even harder. If he didnât get pleasure out of the things he did to me? It wouldnât be the same. I get turned on because of his dirty words and his talented fingers and the way he fucks me until I canât think straight, sure â but, even more, I get turned on by knowing how much pleasure he gets out of watching me whimper and moan and beg and cry and do what Iâm told.
Itâs all kinds of pleasure. Any pleasure I give him, any way I please him, any way I make his day better or make him happy or make things just a little bit easier for him brings me pleasure. It pleases me to make him feel good. It makes me happy to know that Iâve made him happy. It makes me feel whole and safe and happy and good to bring him pleasure. It lights me up inside. Thatâs why I serve him â because pleasing him is what makes me the happiest I can be.
2. Because I crave structure and I crave it from him.
I am a person who craves structure. No, I donât just crave it â I need it. I do better with rules and limits and a schedule in place.
But hereâs the thing â I donât do well with following the rules and limits and schedule when itâs wholly self-imposed. I can create a structure to follow when I have something to answer to (for example: a job). But when I am wholly left on my own I struggle to maintain that balance and those limits and that structure. I do well with picking one thing to focus on and setting up the structure for that (for example: gym and diet) â but when it comes to creating a structure for my overall life I get overwhelmed and tend to withdraw to a day of procrastinating and ignoring the schedule that Iâve tried to put in place for myself.
I am a person who does better when I know someone else has expectations of me. I have such passion and talent and drive â but I struggle with figuring out where to channel all of that without having something to work toward. And my brain works at such a speed and in such a way that instead of being able to focus in on a few options or possibilities I just see all of the options and end up in a never-ending loop of everything I could do and not knowing which to pick. So having someone to help me wade through that, help me set in place the limits and parameters and structure to figure out how to focus that drive and passion and talent⌠It makes it easier for me to know how to order my day, for me to plan what to get done when, for me to accomplish things and go to bed feeling like Iâve been productive.
So I crave someone who is willing to take on the very heavy responsibility of helping me create a structure for my life and then holding me accountable when it comes to sticking to it.Â
3. Because I donât always do whatâs best for me and when that happens I need someone I can trust to point that out to me.
Itâs true. I have a habit of spiraling and, when I do, sometimes I can recognize it and set myself back on track and pull myself out of the hole. But sometimes I make a bad decision. And then I make another. And before I know it Iâve set myself on the path to a cycle of self-destructive behavior.
And then that happens, I need someone who can gently but firmly sit me down and talk me through it and help me set myself back on the right track. I want him to help me set limits. To help me set-up the rules. To, once again, help me create that structure - or alter the structure thatâs already in place.
I need him to be my voice of guidance when I canât guide myself. I want to know that he has my back. And I want to know that heâll put limits in place for me when I canât do it for myself.Â
4. I need someone to hold me accountable.Â
I am a people pleaser. I like to please people. And, true, if my mental health struggles and therapy have taught me anything itâs that you canât live your life entirely focused on pleasing everyone around you. But having a set person in my life who has agreed to be in a relationship with me where he holds me accountable and gives me rules and structure and sets expectations for what he wants from and requires of me gives me a way to feed that people-pleasing need without going overboard and feeding my anxiety.
But itâs more than just feeding that people-pleasing need. Itâs about being held accountable. Itâs about knowing that if I say Iâm going to do something or if he asks me to do something or if he sets me a task or a rule or what have you â that heâs then going to follow-up to ensure that itâs done and, if itâs not, that there are going to be consequences and those consequences are going to come from him.
Itâs part of the structure that I need. And I donât want to put this on someone who doesnât want to provide that kind of structure or who doesnât want to take on that responsibility â Iâm looking for someone who gets a sense of fulfillment out of taking on that role. Who enjoys providing me structure, who enjoys holding me accountable, who enjoys leading me. Because knowing that he enjoys that helps me feel pleasure, helps me feel calm, helps me feel at peace.
I need to be held accountable. I need to know that there will be consequences for my actions. And I need to know that that accountability and those consequences will come from the person that I respect and trust most.
5. Because I want a relationship thatâs a give and take.
So much of what you see on tumblr has to do with the Dom being responsible and taking on all the control and having to set in place all the rules, limits, and boundaries, and having to be responsible for the welfare of their sub and on and on and onâŚ
But thatâs not a real D/s relationship. At least not to me.
A real D/s relationship is about a give and take. Both (or all) parties take on responsibility. Both parties are responsible for watching out for the other, for caring for the other, for protecting and respecting and loving the other. Both parties are agreeing to act like adults, to handle disagreements with maturity and within the parameters set-up, to respect the limits and boundaries and rules put in place.Â
Your Dom takes care of you, yes. Your Dom agrees to hold you accountable. Your Dom agrees to lead you and pleasure you and take on responsibility for providing for your needs. But you take care of your Dom as well. I am responsible for watching out for him, for making sure heâs happy, for ensuring that heâs reaching his full potential and that Iâm helping him in whatever way I can. I am responsible for talking to him, for telling him what I think and how I feel and for making sure that I share my problems and worries and issues with him. I am responsible for remembering that he canât read my mind. I am responsible for asking him if heâs okay. I am responsible for listening when he needs to share his problems and worries and issues with me. I am responsible for taking care of him. I am responsible for loving him and respecting him and being the best I can be for him.
Because when he agrees to take on the responsibility of being my Dom â I, at the same time, am agreeing to take on the responsibility of being his sub. Because the responsibility of a D/s relationship doesnât belong to just one party â itâs shared between both of us. Itâs a partnership, a team, a unit. Itâs a power exchange. An exchange. Which means thereâs give and take. And I want that. I want to give my partner as much as he allows me to take from him. Because thatâs the only way that both of us can remain healthy and whole.
6. Serving gives me pleasure.
Serving him gives me pleasure. Making a home not just with him but for him. Making it pretty, making it pleasing, making it a warm and happy place to come back to every night. Making him dinner. Doing his laundry (but not the ironing!). Making sure his shirts are all hung-up in the proper place when they come home from the dry-cleaner. Bringing him his favorite drink at the end of a long day. Washing him in the shower. Worshipping his cock. Keeping our home clean. Making sure I pick up his favorite snacks at the grocery store. Making sure he remembers to grab a water before he leaves the house for the gym. Serving him in so many ways.
Doing the little things (and the big ones!) that makes his life happier and calmer and altogether just a little bit easier â that makes me happy. Knowing that Iâm helping him and making it easier for him to go through his day makes me feel complete.
And I know a lot of people will read this and ask what heâs doing to make my life easier and happier and calmer â and the answer is this: heâs doing so much. Heâs holding me accountable. Heâs providing my structure. Heâs giving me a healthy and safe outlet for fulfilling my needs to please people and to serve. He loves me. He helps me make sure that I take care of myself â and takes care of me when I canât do it. He gives me just as much as I give him. In his way, he serves me too. Itâs a different kind of service than I give him. But itâs still service. Like I said, itâs a give and take.
7. Because kneeling for him brings me tremendous peace.
I suppose this could fall under service but itâs such a distinctive act that brings such tremendous fulfillment and peace that I felt like it deserved its own number.
It really is that simple: kneeling for him brings me peace. Kneeling for him makes me feel safe. Kneeling for him is fulfilling. Kneeling for him is a privilege. Kneeling for him is calming and pleasing and a position of both pride and complete and utter joy.
I love kneeling at his feet. I love kneeling in front of him. I love kneeling in the center of the room so he can watch me. I love kneeling simply because itâs where he wants me to be. Itâs like meditation and prayer and supplication all rolled into one. I enjoy taking a position of worship on my knees. I enjoy worshiping him. I enjoy bestowing that honor on him time and time again. And I feel so tremendously lucky every time he allows me the privilege of kneeling at his feet.Â
It makes me feel safe, it makes me feel whole, and it makes me feel lucky to take my position at his feet. Because it is a physical, positional reminder of who owns me and it gives me the time to reflect on exactly why I picked him.
8. Because I donât want to be in charge.
It really is that simple. I donât want to be in charge. I am in charge of so much in my day-to-day life. I take on so much responsibility. I care for my friends, I care for my family, I feed the people I care about, I have tremendous responsibility in work, I am responsible for teaching new hires, I am responsible for providing advice on this blog (and yes, I am aware that is a self-imposed responsibility). And thereâs more â so, so much more.
And when Iâm done with that I donât want to make decisions. I donât want to have to make the rules. I donât want to have to be responsible for what happens next. I want to be told what to do. I want to be told what is expected. I want to be told how to please someone and how to do it right. I want to submit myself to someone elseâs control. I want to hand myself over to him and his decisions and his direction. I want that peace. I want that safety. And I want to end each day with that sense of fulfillment.
9. Sexually, I find far more pleasure in cumming for him than I do in cumming for myself.
Orgasms are great. I love orgasms. I really fucking love to cum.
But cumming for myself just doesnât give me the overwhelming sense of pleasure (emotionally, mentally, physically, sexually) as cumming for him does. When he tells me how to get there, when he tells me what to say, when he makes me beg and cry and whimper and scream and tell him all of my darkest, dirtiest, most depraved fantasies while I try my hardest not to cum without permission⌠When he makes me wait for it, makes me edge over and over and over, making me hold off⌠When he finally tells me to cum. When he finally gives me permission. When he finally tells me to let go⌠Itâs unlike any other feeling. Because I know I have earned that orgasm. Because I know heâs allowing me to have that orgasm because Iâve pleased him so much that Iâve earned the gift of it.Â
Orgasms are great. They really, really are. But orgasms are even greater when theyâre a gift from him.
10. Because I love being told no.
I do. I love the reminder of who is in charge. Or who I have trusted with my welfare and my care and my pleasure and my safety. I love knowing that heâs paying attention to me. I love knowing that heâs watching what I do. I love knowing that heâs making sure Iâm staying within the lines â because it reminds me every single time of how committed he is to me and to our dynamic and to the promises that weâve made to each other.Â
And I love knowing that heâs in charge. And that he knows heâs in charge. And that he wants to remind me heâs in charge. Because it makes me feel safe. And, tbh, it makes me pretty damn wet.
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Fun milking experiment this morning to get used to breastfeeding one day. Iâll let you ladies know if the supplements help induce milk production as an update!
Late 30s, looking for my forever Husband to submit to, obey, serve and give my mind, body and soul to. As a woman, You must understand we feel we are âbeing forcedâ because we have strayed and society programmed us to think we are equal. Itâs okay to not be equal, we have a role like Men do. This is not personal, itâs biological and primal. Men are the protectors, the providers, and women have tits and can be bred for a reason. Woman are softer in tone and size, created to be a stress reliever for the Man caring for her. They donât want to âtake our rights awayâ, they want to fix what has been broken. As a woman who had a high power career and college education, traveled and studied abroad, had my fun and freedom, I still felt a biological shift that is just natural ladies. And I became upset at society forcing me to be alpha.
My body was ready to bear babies and pregnancy hormones scientifically help us be docile and submissive. I felt the âbaby feverâ feminism has labeled it. If you are a feminist, support women who support traditional, natural roles such as a Man and a woman. Decisions in a workplace and âhustlingâ only burnt me out and I was never happy until I served a Man. Served Him as my role to thank him for all He does and provides. Ladies, if we just stopped going against our God given purpose, it wouldnât seem so scary.
I would love to connect with real Men looking for more than just a kink in the bedroom. This is a true way of living for me, as domestic discipline has always kept me from hysteria and in a true feminine state. My inbox is open, Sir. â¤ď¸ I am looking for my forever husband.
Please do not waste my time, this isnât just fun for me. NO MINORS. Message me if youâd like to learn more about me. My updates and postings will also share my viewpoints.
Being ahead of the curve is always a plus! Be the start of the new generation of women embracing what they're for - simple, mindless baby making.
Just let that gut balloon as your intelligence dwindles with each pregnancy, until you're an empty headed womb with a limitless desire to keep on breeding.
That belly is just way too big for you to do anything with your brain, isn't it? Best stick to what you know and just keep on pumping babies out, that's what women are good at.
Info Post
Figured it's about time I put one of these up on here, so here we are. This is my third blog on here, they come and go, I used to just be in BDSMLR back in the day but that place is pretty dead nowadays.
About me:
.23 Years old, obviously if you're underage don't DM and go look at blogs full of toys or whatever, this isn't for you.
.Male, so if you're a guy don't embarrass yourself by thinking I'm a girl and messaging me like I am, save it for the ladies.
.My DMs are very much open and I do love to chat on here, so don't be afraid to hit me up.
.Up to you if you want to believe what's on here is real or not, wouldn't want to spoil it for you would I?
What's on the blog:
.Misogyny and Patriarchy, obviously.
.Pregnancy
.Bimbofication
.Dumbification
.Political Play
If you like that, great, if not, you've been warned. Have fun girls.
If you like longer captions, I do them on my side blog, among other things:
Side blog for longer captions, also back from the dead. Images are AI, no source. 22M.
And if you're into non kink talk or 'out of character' stuff, here's my other blog
Side blog for generally non kink stuff or just talking about things from my main blog in a less 'In Character' setting. If you wanna talk ab
The view you've always dreamed of
When we first started dating, Ben told me that it was important to him. Thatâs why I got the injection: apparently itâs a one hit type of drug.
now, three months in, Iâm starting to wonder if it was a good decision. My tits are still growing bigger everyday, and I can feel the brain fog starting to settle over my thinking. Like, I can still do everything I used to, itâs just way slower and takes so much more effort.
Iâve stopped driving because I couldnât think about the cars and the accelerator, and the break and the indicators all at the same time.
Iâve gotten so horny, and Ben fucking loves it. Honestly, I canât go a minute without thinking about his cock: either in my pussy, or pulsing in my mouth. Itâs always on my mind.
I feel so thick, and thereâs nothing I can do: my body just keeps wanting him. Weâve been fucking without a condom since last month. I know Iâm pregnant. he knows too.
my body keeps growing, and I keep getting dumber, and slower, and Iâve never been so turned on in my life.
My hands were tied at the wrists and locked to the headboard. My legs, spread and tied by the ankles to the bottom corners of the bed.
âLook how fast youâre growing.â He said, tracing a hand down my side and over my abdomen. The skin was tight, and his soft touch sent pangs of arousal through me. I craned my neck, looking down to where my midriff was stiff and bloated.
âPlease-â I began, interrupted by him rubbing my tight belly. It was rounded, and I loved it so much. I could feel the baby growing, my body stretching to accommodate the sudden and uncontrollable growth. I breathed out.
He untied one of my ankles, raising it to his shoulder, angling me to the side. He pushed his cock into my wet pussy.
âYouâre so good at making babies, babeâ he jolted out inside of me, my belly shifting with his thrusts. I groaned, incapable of language against the pleasure of the fullness. He reached for my tits, squeezing one as he continued to fuck me.
âPretty uddersâ he commented , milk spurting from my overfilled tits. He came in me, tying my ankle back to the corner.
âAlmost done cooking.â He said: I craned my neck: my tits were huge, soft and dripping milk. My belly tight, blue-veined.
I gasped, the first contraction hitting me.
âyouâre so fucking cute and ripe.â
This is me
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