Oh! Is Your Picture Of A Kajira? I Noticed The Brand.

This is how I like you.

Lost. Confused. Vulnerable.

Too unsure of your own reality to trust in yourself anymore.

Don't worry, doll; Daddy will direct you down the right road.

You can trust me.

You don't need to think anymore.

I'll turn off autocorrect on your phone; we both know you can't spell properly. From now on Daddy should correct you rather than having you compensate for your dumb little head with technology.

It's so strange you keep having a dream about having been nearing the end of your college degree; you never went to college, baby!

It's okay that you're too stupid to get a degree, baby. As long as you look cute for me, that's ALL that matters.

Baby, don't you need to leave for your shift at the strip club in an hour? Silly slut, did you forget that you work as a stripper now? You've been doing it for weeks.

Thank God you have Daddy to remind you and set you on the right path...

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🧠 Psychological Pet Predator 😏😻

I need someone to gaslight me into being dumb and brainless.

Gaslight me by telling me I’m spelling words wrong even when I spell them right.

Make me take tests and lie and say I failed even if I passed.

Replace all of my books with trashy romance novels or kids books and tell me that those were always the only books I had when I ask about it because I’m too dumb to remember that I’m not a good enough reader for anything higher than a children’s book

Drop me out of college without me knowing and get rid of anything related to college. Act confused when I tell you I need to h to class. Ask me what I’m talking and remind me that I was too stupid to have gotten in to college and I’m just being a silly bimbo by not remembering.

Make sure my brain is too confused to remember that I was ever smart because I’m your dumb brainless bimbo

There is something so delightful about breaking a whore and molding her physically and mentally into the slut she was meant to be... yum!

Physical changes

On Monday Kate will go through some minor physical changes, she does not have access to internet right now so she will not see even though she knows about the lips.

1. Lip injections.

2. New hair color, pitch black.

3. A new tattoo, a tramp stamp.

Imagine these beauties wrapping around a hard, pulsing shaft. Imagine sucking Daddy's hot cum out like it's a cocktail straw.

Good girls are always ready to show their decorated cock-sucking lips to Daddy.

Can daddy train me to be his filthy slut?

I can, slut. Send me a private message that isn't anonymous, and we'll talk...

This post was truly profound, and something I think people of all walks in the kink community go through, not just Bimbos. As a sadistic dominant, I know that I had a similar journey of guilt at my "immoral" desires to hurt or humiliate people sexually, as the sexual repression slowly ate away at me psychologically. My logical / emotional mind was constantly at war with my sexual mind, and it is only recently that I feel I have begun to consolidate these two sides of myself.

The human experience is a complex and mysterious thing, but it is important to remember at the end of the day that we are all deserving of happiness, regardless of where we might need to go to find it; never be ashamed to be who you are.

So now being a bimbo, would you say that "bimbo is better" than non-bimbo? How so?

I’d have the world’s most hypocritical URL if I didn’t say that, huh? :)

Yes, bimbo is absolutely better!

(Warning: this answer is way too long, and I’m not going to bother editing it down to a length that’s reasonable. You’ve been warned!)

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The Patriarchy Political Party is instituting a new dress code for all girls starting tomorrow. Girls who violate the dress code will be deemed in violation of Federal laws and will be appropriately punished and re-educated.

The outfit above is the "schoolgirl" variant for girls who are still studying in an academic institution, but note that specific outfits will apply to job positions or social roles in the future.

Please reblog your suggestions for which outfits should be legally required for specific female roles in the future. The Patriarchy Political Party will take all inappropriate suggestions under consideration.

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

This is Destiny. Destiny was nearly done her bachelor's of law degree, something that had taken her painstaking effort over a long period of time; as an honors student she was relieved that she'd be able to stop and find a job soon... just as soon as she finished her final exams and passed the bar exam.

As you probably know, female happiness is the most important metric in our new Patriarchal order, which is why we have instituted a legally-mandated Happiness Test™️ for girls focused on education and career goals, to ensure that their ambitions don't compromise their own personal joy.

Destiny claimed she was happy, but our test proved otherwise; not only was she NEVER happy when studying and working, but her poor little slit didn't get drippy even a single time.

Destiny thought she was smart enough to break the laws of our new Patriarchal order. She thought the Divine Daddy wouldn't care about her happiness. And she thought she could hide her test results without consequence.

But Destiny was wrong. In her final semester her water supply was intentionally and covertly pumped full of an amplified version of the mind-altering hyper-feminizing brain-drain Pink Pill™️ drug to restore peak happiness levels.

One week in she was forgetting the things she had studied the night before.

Two weeks in and she forgot everything she had studied in college.

Three weeks in and she started to become giggly and much happier, focusing on how she'd dress to get the attention of a cute boy in her class instead of doing her homework.

A month in and she was begging her classmates to drag her into a bathroom stall and fuck her like a dirty little slut; she was ashamed to hear the words come out of her own lips, but she couldn't help it.

And then, during her final exams, she got distracted and didn't answer a single question, instead choosing to make the rounds sucking off her classmates one by one under their desks very publicly while fingering herself like a desperate little whore. She emptied every set of balls in the room all over her face and down her eager throat -- even her teacher had his balls slurped by the depraved dummy, though it didn't stop him from flunking her test.

Needless to say, Destiny couldn't hack it in university; after failing out of every class, and for her own best interests, she was expelled from higher academia.

Now Destiny drools like a dummy from both sets of lips all day long at the local strip club, and her holes are rented out to strangers for $1 per minute.

This might seem like a major shift in lifestyle, but Destiny still kept all of her friends from law school -- the ones who'd always had a lower GPA than she did. They would regularly come in on Friday nights and have a grand time passing Destiny around like a cheap piece of meat. She loved the attention.

She's the happiest she's ever been in her entire life; her perpetually drippy pussy proves that Patriarchal policy really works to help make girls happier.

The moral of the story: Daddy knows best, so don't try to fight it. Give in to Patriarchy, slut. You'll be happier as a stupid little sex object.

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

Amen 🙏

It starts small. Rubbing your cunt to something a little shameful and wrong. But it excites you so you can’t stop, reinforcing it and normalizing it each time you touch yourself.

Before you know it, it’s the only thing that turns you on, as you need increasingly extreme forms of stimulation to get that same high.

Make no mistake: each time I turn you on and make you edge to more perverted porn than the last time, that is a deliberate effort on my part to reshape your mind. I’m rewriting how you think and what arouses you on for my personal pleasure, making you more and more dependent on me to give you that same high.

If only you had the willpower to stop rubbing your pussy like the pathetic pet that you are…

… and yet here you are. Still reading each sentence and moaning in shame.

Letting me dumb you down into a stupid slutty porn doll.

It’s too late now. You know it. I know it. Your pussy knows it.

So you might as well give up.

Good girl.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🖤 Corruption King 👑

So many people miss this truth: casual every-day misogynists are boring at best, and irritating at worst. The type of person who can't rationalize or articulate a reasonable argument in defense of their beliefs — a person who is generally insecure, overly emotionally reactive, and needs to denigrate others to feel a certain way about themselves.

In short, they lack self-awareness, have poor impulse control, are generally selfish, and are missing the intellectual insight necessary to do real damage.

I am NOT an every-day misogynist. I use progressive language in speech, and I empathize with people who have different life experiences than I do. I put myself in the shoes of other people to try to understand their frame of mind. My friends, coworkers, and family would all argue that I present as one of the more progressive and warm people they know.

But images can be deceiving. Most of them don't know that I keep girls as slaves and pets. Most of them don't know the depths of depravity into which I dive with regularity in the privacy of my personal life.

So if I'm not a casual every-day misogynist, why then am I the one who can do REAL damage?

It's simple: because my brand of misogyny isn't about me... it's about YOU. It's about understanding everything that makes you tick -- your beliefs, your ambitions, your wounds, your trauma. And not just the surface-level that you share with the world while you wear your mask in public... I peer into and through the eyes behind your mask and I see the REAL you. The version of you that you hide from others. The version of you that you even hide from yourself.

I speak to that long-forgotten girl you'd locked away out of fear, your shadow-self with whom you'd forbidden all contact. I re-engage a dialogue with your deepest source of shame, and then I slowly seduce her and raise her to the surface of your mind's eye.

In the end, I even hold the key to let her escape from captivity... the very key you thought you'd thrown away forever.

A casual misogynist will accomplish none of these things. He doesn't care to understand who you are, or how your mind works.

This means he doesn't know how to hurt you as profoundly as I do.

See, I'll use the language of feminism to disarm you at first. To make you feel safe and understood. But then once you've let me in enough to see the true nature of your soul, I'll start to wield it against you. I'll steal the concepts of your deepest-held beliefs like I've robbed you of your only supply of munitions, only to weaponize your own ideological prattle, aiming it in your direction as you are left utterly defenseless.

Over time I'll gaslight you into betraying yourself, making you violate your own principles, and you'll go along with it because I know how to package it up in exactly the right way to make you melt as I turn you into a drippy wet mess for me.

And I'll do all this for no other reason than waging psychological warfare on you is my favorite hobby, and I get off on watching you succumb to the ultimate psychological corruption at my hand.

See, in the end, at my core, I'm not REALLY a misogynist. Yes, I'll readily use misogyny as another tool in my arsenal to reach my goals, but first and foremost I'm a sadist. I just want to hurt you psychologically deeper than anyone else every could, until your mind is so overcome and addicted to the shame that there's nothing left of the girl you used to be... until you're left with no choice but to meekly accept that you're just a drippy dumb wet set of holes, humiliated and degraded beyond repair. Until you accept that this whole time you were deluded by the lies of feminism, but now you understand the truth: that you're just a stupid slut made to serve cock and bow down in subservience to the rule of The Patriarchy. Until you're nothing but a blank canvas for Daddy to paint anew as I see fit, restoring your life with purpose.

Do you understand the difference now, doll? Let me sum it up for you:

An every-day misogynist might ruin your lunch break, but I will ruin your life...

... and yet you'll keep coming back, begging me for more.

In the end, they all do.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 😉 "A Feminist" 😂

Seriously though:

Actual misogynists and sexists are far too stupid and dull to be interesting or sexy. Their words are tasteless, clumsy and primitive.

You need to completely understand the concepts of feminism, equity, oppression and advocacy in order to use them as effective tools of arousal and sexual subjugation.