When my husband and I were ready to start a family, I should have tried harder to behave myself. I really really should have at least not done it with someone whose baby would very obviously not be my husband’s.
But as soon as I went off birth control, my sex drive just went nuts! And he was so yummy, and I was just barely holding myself back from literally throwing myself at him… when he made his move, I didn’t stand a chance…
‘Princess’ had been your pet name for your girlfriend from the start. You even used it around others. Your mean coworker thought it was girly and a sign of weakness. He made fun of you frequently and mercilessly.
“You’re such a fucking beta, bro! ‘My princess!’ Eesh. But seriously dude you’re just giving her too much power worshiping her like that. A girl needs a man to take a stronger hand. Call her babe, chick, or slut even but not princess. Unless…is it like a sex thing? Does she dress up like a bimbo Disney princess and let you ravage her while she calls out for Prince Charming to save her?”
“What? Ew. No, we’re not into weird infantalizing and rapey stuff like that.”
“Yeah, right, dude! If she likes being called princess then she’d love being treated like one. You just need to make sure you get the better end of the deal. All girls secretly have rape fantasies. That’s what rape culture means.”
“I…that’s not…no.”
“You try getting raised to be a sex object and see what fantasies you end up with. I’m just helping girls who are already broken by the system achieve some joy.”
“Uh, you’re such a woke meathead, huh? That’s not us. We love and respect each other.”
“Sure you do, but she doesn’t call you her Prince, does she? Thought so. Wise up and give your girl what she craves or someone else will.”
Later that week your Princess mentioned the meathead had friended her on Facebook. She hated him but didn’t want to cause trouble for you so she accepted. You tried to get her to unfriend but she thought that would be more trouble than sticking it out.
Soon she started complaining about all the sexist, rapey memes he posted. Some to her wall! Just block him, you urged. But now she was looking at it as a sociological experiment. She wanted to understand the mind of a misogynist bro. Maybe she could change him.
That’s how she ended up agreeing to get coffee with him once a week. She didn’t tell you. He did. When you brought it up she just said she thought you’d overreact. He wasn’t as bad in person, she said. She was getting through to him. Though she did have to listen to his weird hypotheses about how women could find liberation by embracing objectification. So dumb, she told you.
So it was a surprise when she agreed to an exchange of principles. She’d dress really slutty all week and post OotD to instagram if he’d stop catcalling women and be really respectful instead. Then they’d see how much this changed each of their minds. He swore she’d like the attention if she just leaned into it for a while. She thought he’d come to find women responded to him better if he didn’t harass them. You hated this. But she wouldn’t back down.
At least you got most of the benefit of seeing her dress up. And he was nicer at work. You asked him about it.
“I figure you’re so emasculated that you’re basically a girl, dude, so I should be more respectful to you too.” Ugh. Had to ask.
At the end of the week you got this snapchat while they were out on their coffee date…
This is why proper sex ed is important. If a guy can’t get it up for you it’s a sure sign he wants you to dominate and force feminize him. Duh.
She’d dropped her pajama pants and tossed them behind the couch without your buddy seeing, so engrossed was he in the game. Your wife, Aphy, snatched the controller from his hands, causing an eruption of surprised anger that died when he saw her bared legs and ass. She was already walking away, “Come play a better game called fuck me without my husband finding out.”
Your friend considered himself a pretty loyal dude, but he never could resist a challenge. You’d only just gone to the bathroom and could be back any minute! He followed her. She walked into the basement and locked the door behind the two of them.
“Make me cum before my husband finds us out? If you can.” Now your best friend was determined to rise to the challenge. In a flash, he unbuckled and let his loose jeans fall onto the stairs as he pulled down his boxers and revealed his impressive, hard cock. If you could have seen them then you would have cursed yourself for telling your wife how Jaime complained that girls couldn’t hand his oversized cock. But you couldn’t see them and your size-queen wife was alone with your buddy, finally experiencing the kind of penis she’d always dreamed about. She’d been wet all evening as she planned this and when she spread her labia for Jaime he easily slipped inside.
Bam! Rattle. BAM! Rattle. Thud, thud, thus. Rattle. Went the door as Jaime fucked your wife into it. Aphy fought hard to not cum immediately, focusing instead on the pain as her vagina was mercilessly expanded. “Fuck that’s impressive!” she cried out.
“What is, honey?” you called back. Shit! “Are you into the good wine? I thought you said we were saving that?”
Your wife whispered urgently to he new favorite lover, “Don’t you dare stop now!” Then louder, “No, honey! But Jaime picked a good one. Really, really good! Fuck! Yes, that’s good! Just like that!” Thud, thud! Rattle.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Nnngh. Jaime’s just teasing me. Not letting me get my fill of this sweet ambrosia. You know how, mmm, petulent I get when denied.” Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud!
“Jaime, just give her what she wants or she’ll throw a real tantrum. I’ve seen it.”
“Yes, nnnnngh, Jaime. Give. It. To Me.” Wham! Thud! Thud! Thud!
“Why don’t you come out here and share just a little?”
“The, mmmmm, door’s locked on us, you dickless wonder! Thus, ahhhh, all the pounding.”
Bam! Rattle. BAM! Rattle.
“Ha! And here I thought Aphrodite was just throwing one of her patented fits. Now I feel foolish. We really need to get that door fixed. Here let me try from this end.”
Just as you started to turn the unlocked door knob, Jaime grabbed it from the other side and held it fast. Aphy whispered, “Just. A Little. More!”
“More, you say?! It’s really not giving at all, I’m afraid.” Bam! Thud, thus, thud! Rattle.
“I think….ahhhhh…just like that! Yesssssss, fuck!” Jaime pulled out of your wife. He had come moments before but kept pounding her until she did. He urgently pulled up her panties. They flooded with leaking semen. Fuck! He pulled off his boxers and put them on Aphy before pulling up his pants and releasing the doorknob. They both fell over at your feet, panting.
“Thank god!” you cried. “Hey, where’s the wine? And…weren’t you wearing pants earlier?”
“What the fuck!?” Your burned with rage and panic. You pulled up your contacts and started texting.
“George, you fucking asshole! How could you do this?”
“Um, what, dude?”
“My wife just sent me the fucking proof.! Don’t play stupid!”
“Shit, that sounds serious. But I’m in Toronto on business, remember? I’m sorry man. Frankly I’d bet on Elias if this is what it sounds like it is.”
Fuck! Embarrassing, but George was right.
“Elias! You fucking betrayer! My wife sent me the proof so don’t try to deny it.”
In the end you texted seven friends and none admitted it. What?
You got home from your own business trip the next day.
“I’m sorry babe, that was childish. I was angry after I saw you flirting with that barista and got my brother to take that photo. Just wanted to get a little payback. You know I love you.”
“Sienna! It was just a little harmless flirting! Hardly even that! One joke. But I would never make you think I was fucking one of your friends. How could you do that?!”
Your fiance Sienna ended up crying and sleeping in the guest room. You were too angry to reconcile. Plus you had to leave for another trip for four days. Things would have blown over by the time you got back.
You got a bunch of texts all at once when you stepped off your red-eye flight the morning after. You’d gone to work the next day then gone directly to the airport. You’d had time to visit home but hadn’t wanted to see Sienna yet.
“I’m sorry honey. I went too far. You know how jealous I can get.”
“Elias stopped by and checked in on me. That’s so sweet that you asked him to even though you’re mad. You really are the bigger man.”
“Amir came by, too!”
“And George! We’re having drinks and talking about jealousy. You’d be proud.”
“PMG! You we’re so right about harmless floating!”
“Flirting! I grew up do conservative, you know. George is really heaping to teach me the difference between harmless floating and hookup flirting”
“Playing Twister! Like middle schoolers LOL”
“Living room too hot. AC problem? Can’t even keep clothes in! Look at if when you got back?”
“So drink! Love you!”
“Amir won bet. I guess your not the bigger man LOL”
“Sorry bro! This is Amir. Guess you were right to distrust us.”
“We taught her it’s not cheating if no one cums inside anyone. And if a guy is bigger it’s proper to show him respect.”
“Welp, I guess that’s cheating. We told her it’s too late now. George is up next.”
Good, that’s how you should be treated. So tell everyone all about how you were raped.
Your best friend spread the news after you’d had a fight. The fight was about her borrowing your car without asking. But she decided to attack where you were most vulnerable. She’d never fully believed that the gang bang had been fully “unwanted.” Despite what you said about having been drugged. After all, she had searched out the video footage you’d said your parents had used legal action to get taken off the web. She contacted the girlfriend of the ringleader of the “rape” to get a copy. The girlfriend was glad to give it over under promise of anonymity. Your “best friend” Tina didn’t think you looked that out of it. More horny. You’d had enough coordination to suck a cock and give a handjob while being fucked from behind, after all.
Soon the video was spreading again. This time by encrypted Signal messages that couldn’t be stopped like before. “Slut machine” was written on your door in permanent marker. Your name was in stalls all over campus. Girls would grab your tits in public and moo. Guys would wolf whistle at you. You started getting invited to all the frat parties. Some were even held in your name.
It took months but eventually the excitement mostly died down. You met a nice girl. She said all that had happened to you broke her heart. After a few dates, she convinced you to go to a party with her. You hadn’t been to any since the rape.
You felt cautious but good. Really good, actually. Your girlfriend kept feeding you drinks. She led you to a bedroom and started making out. She pulled your shirt over your head and then you heard a ratchety click. Huh? Then another. You could see again as your girlfriend cut away your shirt and you realized you were handcuffed to the bed. Then she secured your legs. You were panicky but you trusted her.
That’s when some guys and girls came in with a nice light and a camera.
“Time to make another film, baby.”
After the third guy came, you were sobering up. All that was left was the shame and the sensation. It was just like before. You didn’t want this but your body did. You burned. You’d had enough of being a victim. No one even believed you.
“Release me!” They all laughed. “I want to turn over…So someone can fuck my ass properly! I haven’t had good anal since last time…” They laughed and cheered. Your “girlfriend” uncuffed you. You slapped her hard and then pulled her in for a kiss. “Does anyone have a strap-on? This bitch deserves a piece of me.”
I used to think I was special, I used to think that as a woman I deserved respect and special treatment for no reason other than the gash between my thighs. I used to decry the evils of misogyny and the unfairness of a patriarchal society. I used to march against the exploitation of women and protest the capitalist pigs that made their fortunes by selling unobtainable and oversexualized beauty standards to women.
I was a poster child for white, entitled, liberal America. I was raised in a politically correct environment, by left-leaning parents that never set boundaries or established structure. I went to schools where trophies and awards were handed out just for being present, I was immersed in multiculturalism and taught socialist values, right up through entry in university.
Then I discovered tumblr…
It didn’t take long for me to start to clash with misogynistic Men, I went at them with all the fervor of a typical Social Justice Warrior. I spouted every pseudo-intellectual talking point I could, to convince these mere Men that their opinions of women were wrong and offensive to the whole of society.
Some of the Men tried to debate me, but I wouldn’t listen. I refused to believe I could be wrong. I acted like a typical yappy pissed off cunt. This pattern continued for several days after joining tumblr, then one day I started looking at some of the porn these misogynistic Men posted…
I was disgusted at first by images of Men manhandling women, then I was angry at the captions describing the inferiority of women, I was just about to launch into another angry feminist tirade when one of these Men messaged me.
He was calm, intellectual, perhaps even a bit charming..
We talked for quite awhile, about the representation of women in the media, the expectations placed both upon Men and women, how my hardline stance was holding me back from seeing the bigger picture.
He showed me how to see the beauty in healthy sexual exploration on tumblr and encouraged me to edge to any imagery I found even slightly erotic.
He encouraged me to try to see things from a different perspective, he offered me an experiment. I was to spend a week consuming news and entertainment from sources that I felt opposed my usual worldview.
He literally burst my bubble.
So I spent the week consuming things from this new perspective, all while edging to porn that just a week previous I’d found appalling. I discovered kink after kink as i journeyed through the depths of tumblr, I started yearning to participate in fetishes I didn’t even know I had.
I began to understand the appeal in being treated like a sexual object.
Being tossed around and used.
Being slapped on the ass and called a “Good Girl”
Being pleasing and entertaining to Men.
Because of my gender, Men were going to view me as a sexual object anyways. I’d been fighting against such perception since puberty. I developed young and I developed well. My large breasts forcing me to work harder to prove myself, I was desperate to be taken seriously and not judged for my curves. I refused to be one of those girls that just coasted through life relying on the shape of her body.
It was exhausting..
..and I needed a break from all that. I was so tired of fighting an uphill battle, so tired of having to put in extra effort to be treated as an equal, so tired of being a contrarian cunt that didn’t understand her place in the world.
So I gave in.
I gave up.
I started edging to porn more and more, the more Male dominance the better. The more the woman was degraded and debased, the more I found myself wanting to be in her position.
On my knees..
..or at the foot of a Man.
Being told how inferior I am..
The Patriarchy turns me on.
Misogyny makes my tiny female brain leak out my cunt..
I rub my cunt to the types of things most liberals need trigger warnings for.
..and I just don’t care anymore. It’s too fucking sexy.
I used to be a feminist and a SJW…
Now i’m something else..something they wouldn’t understand..
I’m… liberated..
Cunts … here is a role model for you. If you are still sitting on the fence, or you have little cunt friends who don’t understand their place in life … this is the path for you and them to follow.
I usually don’t reblog other people’s shit but this bitch lays out a good roadmap to enlightenment. Well done whore.
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