Mis0gyny Kink - Blog Posts

Do you really like receiving random tasks?

I love it!

🥵🥵

Want a man to hardcore degrade me as he r@pes me.

"Fuck you're such a slut. You belong right here, wrapped around my cock. I bet you like this don't you, you filthy whore? Fuck yes, baby, that's right. You look like a fucking pornstar. You're dripping wet."

"I own you now. This is my pussy. And I'm going to fuck it as hard as I want until I'm good and done with you. You're just a stupid toy. Stupid fleshlight slut. You're gonna like this because I say you do."

When he's done, I hope he jams a toy in me to replace his cock

so like my master says…. Cunts are supposed to like… make dicks cum. So .. umm.. we should like… wear tight shirts and like… tiny skirts and OH OH no undies! Yeah! That! Also.. I’m too stupid to words. So he wrote this for me ❤️

@artificial-unintellegence-3

omg im soooo glad u made an audio 4 dum, barly literare cunts liek me Master!!!!

im not sur im the best 2 giv good critiqs, i got so horny an lightheaded just listenig.., i ges its a gud thig that Men ar listend 2 first then!!!

i feel so warm an fuzzy beig ur assignd brainles hole <3

I created an audio file for those of you who thought that a woman’s place was to be educated and successful. I want you to sit down and listen to this and then take a look at this picture and understand what your place truly was

im a bit too dum 2 udderstand all thos wurds..

butt!! id luv 2 be drafted 2 b nothig but eyecandy 4 men!!! 2 b sexualised as an object cuz i hav tits- no, i am tits!! silly me :3

I’ve been sitting down thinking about this for a large portion of today. There is nothing in this world that is inherently perfect or imperfect nothing that started as a thought was absolutely flawless and it’s conception and nothing that was worked out into a final idea is perfect and it’s conclusion. As someone who spends an adequate amount of time in a variety of different spaces, I am not someone who is afraid to admit that any of the spaces I have existed and have their flaws and one of the ones that has been on my mind lately are certain kink spaces, but I’m going to specifically focus on one. Misogyny. Now as with any kink the ideals that gave birth to it are rooted in core factors that are critical to it being able to exist as what it is. But that doesn’t necessarily mean that some of those core factors cannot be rebalanced. Sit down with me and let’s have a talk.

All of this really started with two separate conversations between two different followers. One whom I have a bimbo daughter living with her misogynistic father relationship with. And the other who has recently discovered that I have no issues partaking in the kink of misogyny. I spoke with my daughter about her absolute love for the idea of the patriarch and being in sexual server to to men, throwing away the ideology that the workforce was a place she should be in and intelligence was something she should have. She spoke about her love for a world where her only responsibility is to be pretty and sexually serve men and keep their spaces clean. I am extremely paraphrasing and oversimplifying her opinion. And ask for the other. Her and I took the conversation and went much further into things that I had thought about which led me to believe that some of the things that route to the misogyny kink need to be reformed. She and I talked about how well yes the birth of the kink is rooted in the time period where abuse, and forcing women to feel that they were less than men was common. I do not believe that women are less than men even in the space of the kink. I believe that there are just spaces that women have been involved in that are not the space that they should be. Going back to my daughter’s thoughts. She suggested. That the way it should be situated is less on the abuse and more on the enforcement of the ideal that a woman’s place is not in the manual labor workforce. That is not to say we should remove their choice to do so but what we need to do is allow them to have the freedom to be sexualized in their own comfort while doing so which intern Benefits men. Would you be upset as a man if you had a big breasted mechanic that actually knew what she was doing on her car letting you fondle her tits while she worked on it or allowing you to touch her body as she repaired whatever was wrong? Would you be upset if you went into Best Buy to ask about a computer repair and the IT girl behind the desk was wearing a crop top and a thong while she was clocked in walking you around the store showing you where the parts you needed were? I don’t think so. She opened my mind to thinking of instead of forcing women to just inherently be told they are nothing and they are pathetic. What if we told them that you do have a value and you do have skills and a lot of them are the skills that we as men either do not have or do not want to do. Most men do not want to be in the field of sewing. Most straight men don’t want anything to do with designing fashion just looking good in it so why not leave that to the women, but let them be sexual as they do so?

She also mentioned the idea that one of the things that gets lost in the misogyny kink is that a lot of the men that participate in it are not misogynist and being in that space is a means for them to gain a sense of power that they don’t have in reality. These men are usually timid, shy, kind, respectful, but crave a little bit of power. And usually the women that basket in these spaces are women that have power usually work high class jobs or high paying jobs or jobs that have a lot of responsibility or stress that I want that to be removed for a while. We get so caught up in the stereotypes about the heavy abuse and the demoralization and dehumanization. That we forget what the purpose of the king truly is outside of the commercialism. It’s a means to escape reality and enter an alternative reality where you can gain a sense of power or a sense of authority that you either don’t have in real life or throw away an authority that you no longer want from your real life.

Turning the point of view to the conversation, I had with my other follower we then talked about the idea of how the kink would work if we water down the abusive part an alter it into for lack of better words, a trophy system. It is understood that there is a standard of beauty that women must meet in this new misogynistic world. It is understood that as the working class we will provide them with the opportunity to make whatever changes need to be made or want to be made to meet the standard that we all have. Plastic surgery injections Botox. Transitions because this entire misogynistic movement is a trans inclusive space and I will get to that topic later. We work to create a world where the availability for these things is open to them so that if they’re really going to meet these demands, we have there’s no blocks for them to get there if their own bodies don’t do it on their own. Now that being said what was drafted was the idea that a man would be matched with a woman who meets his needs. Are you a man who is a construction worker you work a lot of labor you do a lot of physical activity and you really don’t want to be responsible for doing much. You would be paired with a woman who is more of the idealistic trophy, wife. The beautiful busty, bubbly, somewhat motherly woman that would pretty much keep the house tidy for you in as little as possible and service. Your sexual needs be at prompted or not. It’s sort of a system of and again everything I’m writing is drafted so this can all be changed. It’s a system of women will be taught different types of sexual paths that they can take to serve a man and they can choose which one feels right for the way they live their life. You would then have the opportunity to meet a man that works in a space where the needs that he has fit the way you live your life. Here’s another example. That’s not as commonly thought about if you are a man who is a bit more on the timid side and is quiet kind of reserved you work let’s see a call center job where a lot of times you have people screaming at you and you feel like sometimes you wish you had someone who stood up for you. You would be paired with that beautiful somewhat of a semi gym rat maybe even muscle mommy kind of woman that would stand up for you. For lack of better words, a sort of Luigi and Daisy dynamic. I’m thinking something like that. Men and women would be paired together or would seek one another based on how the dynamic of their lives separately would become a hole working together. I have not worked out of this would be organized or if this would just become a thought process of how the space would work so it just becomes a normality I don’t necessarily believe that leaving someone in charge of organizing this is a good idea because that leads to corruption in the organization system. But again all of this is purely just a drafted concept so it is open for conversation.

Art based on @callmemollymaybe my bimbo slut servant (left) and my bimbo slut daughter @bimbo-kitty-tits (left) the two brilliant bitches who helped me comprise this idea

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Be a good girl and let your misogyny kink bleed over into your real life

This slut is soo lonely and desperate, I need a man to come take advantage of me

Misogyny: The Right Choice for Good girls

I feel the need after the 2024 American Presidential election to set some things clear.

This is a place for me to flirt with my darkest thoughts and fantasies, and as a sadistic Dominant who wants to corrupt you and make you worse, I often hold back my real world views as I worry they will undercut the purity of my kink persona. After all, I like the girls who tend to be a little bit extreme; I don't want those girls scared away because they find out that behind my cruel tongue I have a soft heart.

The truth is that while everything you read on this blog is built around fantasy, most of it represents the world I authentically wish to craft (or have crafted) for myself and my sexual partners. I use sharp and twisted words to carve a bubble full of new demented possibilities for us, striving to float away into the void together as we as we flirt with and approach the darkening clouds of a thickening thunderstorm. I feel personally charged with giving you an electric experience without the illusions of safe grounding. All this is a concerted practice on my part to redefine reality such that our demons can be liberated from their shackles, freed to frolic in fetish with the hopes that we can truly see each other like no one else has seen us: darkness and all.

And yet, it's also true that in the real world, I would define myself as socially progressive. Even though I love the idea of stripping you of your rights, I believe girls ought to be free to choose to have their rights stripped away from them.

I am admittedly a complicated Man, so let me help clarify my true position for you.

I really DO want to corrupt you. I really DO want to ruin you psychologically and make you compromise yourself for me. I will do everything within my substantial influence to persuade you to make all the wrong choices for my personal benefit, knowing that it makes you shamefully drippy to do so.

I might even make you fantasize about having your rights stripped from you by force, once I know with clarity that is what you'd choose for yourself.

But at the end of the day, it's important for you to understand that's exactly what it is, ultimately: a set of CHOICES that you have.

My goal is to try to seduce you... to make you embrace your most shameful kinks and fantasies, as you rub yourself stupid to misogynistic content or other filth that subverts your normal daily identity in a way you internalize as profoundly shameful. I like corrupting a feminist exactly BECAUSE she is a feminist; it is precisely the notable distance and the stark contrast between her ideals and her fantasies that makes her such an enticing morsel for a monster like me.

I really DO want to goad you into giving up your rights and freedoms to be my stupid slutty slave pet, diminished and degraded. Debased and destroyed beyond all recognition.

And yet, I am OUTRAGED at the recent election results in the United States for what they represent; I am OUTRAGED at the idea that the stuff of all my fantasies might be fashioned by weaker men into an inescapable political reality for all of the women who will never be given the opportunity to make all of the wrong choices for themselves.

If women have no rights to begin with, they cannot consent to giving those rights away. If they cannot give their rights away freely, there is nothing to corrupt. How can you corrupt a creature with no agency? How can I lead you to your own fall if you were never standing to begin with?

The fantasy of you having no rights is hot, and I will continue to propagate it on this blog. Making you flirt with turning the fantasy into a reality is hot, and my demon tongue wouldn't let me stop if I tried. Watching you ruin yourself for me in reality, knowing you'll never be able to go back will always be my idea of a deep and meaningful connection.

Having the government legislate this dark erotic landscape by mandate onto all the girls who never had a choice in the matter is NOT hot. Not outside of fantasy. Not if they never had a choice to begin with. Not if they never had the ability to voluntarily trade their consent away.

Nothing you see on this blog is something I would ever truly do without the clear consent of everyone involved.

Please don't think more of me for my soft heart -- I'm still a monster, I promise. This dark twisted landscape might still well be the reality I would will upon you.

I just want it to be MY will that leads you to the decision. I want to walk you to the edge of oblivion myself, your hand in mine, as I prompt you to choose to take the plunge for yourself. And I want you to always know, after you begged me to strip you of your rights and your dignity, that you were complicit the entire time; I want you to be aware of your involvement in your own debasement, like it was a fun little game between us that just happened to go too far, until there is no going back.

This is exactly WHAT I want, but our encroaching political reality is not HOW I want it. I will never stand idly by and let weaker men force women into subjugation against their will.

Because I know you... you're SPECIAL. You deserve to be reduced by a real Man who is worthy enough to win you over AUTHENTICALLY, rather than by a pathetic pack of insecure boys incapable of earning their own kill as they depend on big Daddy government to step in and do all the work for them.

You deserve so much better, doll.

So I'm going to give it to you by continuing to package up nightmares that I market to you as sweet romantic dreams, slowly conditioning you to land where you truly belong...

... on your knees, with your tongue out, doing what you're made for...

... like a good girl who made the right choice for Daddy...

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🖤 The Sweetest Psychopath 🦹🏻‍♂️

There's a lot of people who would say that girls aren't useful for anything, that they are too stupid to provide value, but I STRONGLY disagree with this.

See, I believe that girls were MADE to be entertaining. The way they dress up so pretty and behave shamelessly to attract attention -- why else would they do that?

A fun fact to further my point: did you know there is an entire platform for any girl to sign up to in order to make money being an entertainer for Men? It has paid out $5 billion to girls on the platform.

It's called OnlyFans, and it's all the rage among pretty popular good girls these days...

Are you a pretty popular good girl?

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 📺 Minister of Patriarchal Propaganda 🧠🧼

Drool so much your white top goes see through

Train me to be your perfect wife

You didn't realize it until your husband teased you about it. When he slaps you, you spread your legs. You don't think about it, it's just a reflex.

Then he started using it to show what a good wifey you are. How well trained you are. Showing all of his friends how you understand the best way to apologize is to offer up your cunt.

But it didn't stop there. You realized whenever he pushed your head down, you started drooling. You knew you were getting cock soon and the drooling would begin. You are his trained bitch and you love it.

This is something I miss the most about having a sub, was the absolute obedience. I want a tit pic? It'd get here within minutes, regardless of where she was. I told her to leave the house wearing something specific instead of her preferred outfit? She'd wear nothing else.

Nowadays, women are too concerned about their reputation or maintaining a "normal" life to fully submit, it feels. What I'd give for a completely obedient sub once more.

This reminded me of an ex i had that used to make me take videos of myself doing hvmiliating tasks and send them to him every.single.day 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 (he was so bad for me, ughh I miss him so much😖)

You thought you might find being your man's tradwife to be suffocating. But it made your world manageable. All of that overwhelming noise is gone. All of that pressure is gone. And you have time. Does your husband require you to be fully put together when you go out? Yes. But you have time to do it. Better yet, it's self care. You feel better knowing you are put together. And it's hard to take the bitchy comments seriously when it comes from someone in stained sweatpants.

Pretty please?

Your husband took you on a picnic. Taking you to a lovely secluded spot where it was just the two of you. Once the blanket is spread, he reaches out and takes off your hat. Then he lifts your sundress over your head. Tossing it onto the blanket as your hat is put back on you. Next is your bra and panties. Leaving you in your pretty hat, garter belt, stockings, and your heels.

When you try to cover yourself, he doesn't let you. Telling you that your modesty is for the world, but you are his whore. His hands spread your legs. You can feel him eyeing his property. And you blush, but don't discourage him.

He let's you feed him. Letting you fulfill that need to take care of others. To please him not just with your holes but your service.

When the food is gone, you find yourself in his arms. The warm sunlight on your skin. Your eyes closed as you enjoy how wonderfully empty your brain is. No anxiety. No insecurities screaming in your head. Just the satisfaction of being a good wife.

You remember meeting your husband. It was a summer internship you had been accepted for. And your husband to be was your boss. You made so many mistakes at first. He was so patient and corrected you. Again and again. But the third time you made the same mistake, he lost his temper.

You found yourself over his lap. Even with your dress down and panties covering, it hurt. But being over an older man's lap, getting a spanking you deserved had you wet. Over the weekend you replayed the memory over and over again while masterbating.

The following Monday, he apologized, pointing how you could get ahold of HR. You just smiled and said you deserved it. The spankings continued. And your masterbation became more frequent.

As your masterbation increased, the hem lengths of your skirts went up. You were being a little cock tease and you knew it. Flashing your panties or lack of them.

One day, you were called into his office. "There are multiple complaints to HR about your attire." His hand grabbing your wrists before he slaps you. "You work for me. Your appearance and behavior reflect on me. Didn't you have a father to teach you how to behave?"

Anger coloring his face. "Do you think you are the first silly little girl who thinks being a cocktease will get her promoted? Maybe you should learn what happens to whores like you."

Your flimsy panties torn away. His hand covering your mouth as you can hear the rest of the office working. Pinned to the wall as he raped you. "Did you just cum from being raped?" He snarled into your ear. And you had.

When he finished, he looked at you with disgusting. "Go home and tomorrow come back not looking Iike a whore."

You rubbed yourself raw that afternoon. Replaying every detail. The smell of his colonge and skin. How helpless you felt. The satisfaction of getting a man off. How even raping you, he was better than your fumbling boyfriend.

The next day, you went into his office. In a much more modest outfit. As wonderful as getting what you deserved had been, disappointing him seemed like a fate worse than he'll.

"Sign this. It's your resignation letter. It's clear you need a man with a firm hand taking care of you. And I can't date subordinates. So you need to quit. Be ready for me to pick you up at eight. Wear something dressy. I am taking you somewhere nice."

And he did. Not long after, you dropped out of college. Now you are a happy housewife.

Rules to live by

Never argue with a man and never answer back

The man gets the last word

Never contradict a man or make him appear in the wrong

Always smile for men and be pleasant

Compliment men every chance I get

Always value a man’s input over a woman’s

If something needs doing and there is a choice between a man or woman, always choose the man

Only use male professionals, (doctor, dentist, plumber, etc)

Never report a man’s behaviour to authorities

Always thank a man for ‘mansplaining’ and correcting me

If in doubt, ask a man. Ask him anyway

If a household chore can be done, do it myself. Never expect a man to do it

If there is a choice, always choose the most beneficial or pleasing to men

Never ask a man to explain himself to me

When a man asks me a question, always give an honest answer. If I have been told not to share certain information with others, say that

Always dress in a way that leaves no doubt I am an inferior female

Never do anything that causes a man to be embarrassed - ever

Is there anything more universally degrading as a girl for a man to pump his load on your face?

It doesn’t really matter how he gets there - if he used your throat and pulled out, edged himself in your pussy and then kneeled over you, or just had you take your tits out while you’re on your knees and he’s stroking over you.

When a man nuts on your face - when he drains his fat balls, spilling his sticky white seed on your eyes, mouth, cheeks, forehead, chin, etc - you are a CUMRAG.

He’s showing you that he’s your superior, that you serve him and his cock, he’s reminding you that you’re a whore and that whores smile when men choose them to nut on.

When a man nuts on my face, he’s reminding me that I’m a girl and that girls are for cumming on.

Being with your husband, you can be the real you. Soft. Girly. Feminine. Submissive. Nurturing. Creative. Gentle. In need of protection. In need of guidance. Craving validation. Desiring attention.

There is no need to pretend to be something you are not.

You felt so blessed that the most masculine thing you ever had to do was put on your man's shirts sometimes. They were huge on you and made you feel tiny. But when your husband saw you in them, it was too late to change your mind. The kind of feral attack where you weren't going to walk straight after.

You didn't feel masculine at all when that happened.

I am though

okay maybe im craving male validation again

Let me worship You

"Oh sweetie, I don't take away your choices to hurt you. I do it to free you. I am your Atlas."

"Oh, you silly girl. I don't mean the maps. I mean the Greek Titan. The being who holds up the sky. Not the Earth, but when you were learning Greek mythology, I am sure your girl brain was focused on what Zeus was up to."

"I take on the burden of the sky so you can be free of it. So you can focus on being happy. So you can smile. I shoulder that burden to protect you."

"Of course I love you that much."

I have my hand around your neck, squeezing it, cutting off blood flow. I'm holding you up in the air while I rape you. Almost shouting into your ear how this is all you are good for. And all your stupid cunt fixates on is how I think you are good for something. Yeah, feels like an equal to me.

"Oh, my wife doesn't work. She is too precious, too fragile to have a day job." Your husband stepping in before you could answer. Which brought a smile to your lips.

"Poor thing would be in tears after her first day. The politics, the constant hurry up and wait, a stupid boss....no. It's best that she focus on what she's good at. Cooking, cleaning, and being pretty. We wouldn't want stress wrinkles around those eyes, would we?"

100%

Learn how to behave. We are women.

When we catch men staring at our tits, we let them grope them. When men grope our ass in public, we bend over so he can use us. When a man orders us to do something, we say “Yes Sir,” and obey with a smile.

Our place is beneath men. We obey, serve, take cock, and make babies. Be a proper woman.

Me and who?

You never wanted the hero. Sure, he would protect you. But he'd sacrifice himself and you for the greater good. The monster? The monster would burn down the world to keep you safe. The monster is feral to protect you. You give him peace. You give him warmth and kindness. The world is the small price to keep that in his life.

Husbands don’t need consent. You gave it when you married Him.

It's not that you are free use so much as your husband doesn't care about your consent.