Girls Won’t Be Allowed To Take Any Action Unless A Man Signs Off On It First.

Honestly, I never expected it to be so easy to corrupt you. You always made yourself appear to be the good little feminist, arguing that society’s extreme beauty standards were chauvinistic and degrading to girls. After all, objectifying a person is bad, isn’t it?

But see, and this is my favourite part, you truly BELIEVE that. You FEEL it in your heart and soul. And yet… it doesn’t stop you from CRAVING the opposite treatment from Men, does it? It doesn’t stop you from going online and rubbing your pussy to imagery objectifying girls like you into slutty little toys and fuckdolls, and words professing an admiration for a lifestyle where Men rule over them.

It’s almost like, deep down, this is what you’d wanted all along…

Perhaps that’s why when I came along it took so little effort for your resolve to snap like a twig under the first signs of stress.

You’ve spent your life so obsessed with who you SHOULD BE that you’ve been hiding from who you TRULY ARE…

It’s okay. You don’t have to renounce your beliefs for me. Daddy likes you better this way — as my dumb little set of holes, dripping with shame every time I make you violate your own beliefs.

You’re cute when your brain’s broken from cognitive dissonance. I wouldn’t have you any other way…

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😏 🕳️ Liberator of Holes 🕳️

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Your mind.

Cute Date Idea #3

You: being paraded on all fours in public like a pathetic bitch in heat.

Me: pulling the leash, making fun of you for how wet it makes you.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 😳 Your Shameful Addiction 💉

How I’m going to teach you your place

nothing gets me wetter than the thought of being put in my place. of me talking with my friends and you approaching me and squeezing by boobs from behind. i stutter but manage to keep talking as you start pinching my nipples through the clothes, all of my friends not really paying attention to what i say anymore, just watching me squirm under your hands. then you rub my pussy through my pants and i lose the ability to talk, i just hump your hand and whine pathetically.

needless to say, all my friends are shocked by how stupid i really am, to the point that when you bend me over and violate my hole they're all filming it and calling me disgusting names and make me look into the camera. they try to get me to admit what a disgusting whore i am but my fucked out brain can't form words and they just slap me through my orgasm

Bring your pet to work day. (I work at Jurassic Park)

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🐕 Pet Owner + Constructor of Nightmarish Theme Parks🦖

It’s okay to stop fighting the inevitable.

These two dirty little sex dolls are dressed up in bright, colorful outfits for the entertainment of men.

Imagine, slut: this could be you! You could be wearing this thin, red outfit in public, perfectly placing all of the titular assets of a big-tits, big-ass whore on display for the world to ogle. You could be a giggly little bimbo delighting in the comments of superior men, all of whom see you as a delicious piece of meat to consume as a treat...

... and deep down, isn’t that all you’ve ever wanted, pet?

Predicting the future is a tricky beast. After all, you started off as the High School valedictorian.

“Most Likely to Succeed” is the award your classmates overwhelmingly selected you for in your graduating yearbook. There weren’t even placeholder competitors; you just won by default. After years on the honor roll, acing all of your classes, and earning more extra-curricular credits than any other student, nobody doubted you had the brightest future in store.

Then you met me, and I saw your bright future for what it really was: a blinding lie. See babygirl, the journey you were on never truly belonged to you. You stumbled onto that well-trodden path in pursuit of the breadcrumbs of validation you’d get for being a “good girl” who did all her homework and who always handed in her deeply-researched assignments on time with complete annotations. You loved the way your teachers would write words of encouragement back on your A+ tests, which is why you almost never got a B. You were just a girl with a desperate dependence on praise following a candy-laden trail to a certain doom, and for all your book smarts you were completely oblivious to the truth.

You should thank Daddy for saving you from a fate worse than death. After all, did you really want to work a 9-5? Or perhaps you thought it would make sense to be the Girlboss™️ CEO telling everyone else to do? 

Of course not, dummy. How would that make sense when you’ve spent your entire life living to fulfill the whims and fancies of your supervisors? Praise is your addiction; it’s the fuel that keeps your engine running. How would you ever get more praise if there was nobody above you to kneel for and to beg for it from?

No, no, no, no. You’ve always been a pretty little trophy waiting for someone to display you with pride; you just didn’t realize it until Daddy showed you.

Every tool they used to make you the perfect student, I weaponized against you to reverse the damage of society’s toxic influence. I started praising you when you didn’t study for tests. When you started getting worse test scores, I praised you for getting a mark that was more in line with your natural talents. Anyone can get good marks if they study, so shouldn’t you prove how smart you are without putting in extra effort, love?

Slowly you let me scramble and fry your brains, overwrite your dirty little overachiever mind into an empty blank intellectual void, and finally the REAL YOU started to show with clarity. You aren’t some genius meant to change the world; you’re just a desperately drippy dummy who will do anything Daddy tells her for a little bit of positive reinforcement.

That’s probably why you dropped out of college: you were failing anyway, so it was clear you weren’t a good fit. I guess your natural talents just weren’t enough, in the end. All I had to say is that I’d be very proud of you and think you were such a good girl for abandoning the “conventional” path others had misled you toward, and just as fast as a snap of my fingers in our daily hypnosis therapy it was over and you were Daddy’s dumb little college dropout with no future income prospects.

It’s okay, you don’t have to lie about who you are anymore, princess. Not with me. Daddy will find you another career path more fitting of your natural talents. 

After all, I hear the local strip club is hiring. And based on the outfits you started wearing to please Daddy, I think it might be the right fit for a slutty little fuckdoll like you.

Good girl; Daddy’s so proud of you for ruining your life for me.

sadistic-empath

The devil on your shoulder 😈😘

Also entitled, "The Meaning of Life."

Girls, you won't BELIEVE how much HAPPIER this makes you.

This is really important to understand: your head has very limited storage room, so you need to take great care with how you fill it up. This is why I specialize in helping good girls empty their mind out to make room for the things that matter the most.

One of the medical therapies nearing approval for mass production is The Pink Pill, aka Compliance™️. Compliance™️ helps drain away all of the pesky knowledge you've accumulated through your formal education and makes so much more room for the important things, like fashion, makeup, and how to sexually please Men like a good girl.

Pros:

No thinking means no responsibilities. Daddy will take care of everything for his dumb little ditz!

Less responsibilities means more time to focus on what's important: being a pretty little doll for Men!

Being a pretty little doll for Men means you get more attention, and who doesn't like more of that!?

Receiving more attention means that it's easier to become everyone's favorite fuckdoll, which is the highest honor a dumb drooling set of holes like you can ever achieve!!

Your sex drive will be reconfigured to a permanent state of high intensity and can no longer be deactivated, which means you're likely going to be achieving MANY of the high honors described in the previous point, and you'll LOVE it! 😉

AND MANY MORE...!

Cons:

I drippi dummi forever now!? why cant go bak!?

None. Please excuse the illegible mess above; the test subject giving feedback was too confused after treatment to make a cohesive point. After forgetting what she was trying to say she decided it wasn't as important as a pretty tube of lip gloss that she was ecstatic to accept as a gift and start applying right away!

So what are you WAITING for!? Schedule an appointment today to CHANGE YOUR LIFE FOREVER!!

😈 Sadistic Empath, 💊😍 🎓 Patriarchal Minister of Re-Education & Propaganda 📺