Free To Be The.. Feminist You Were Meant To Be

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There she is. Can't help yourself, can you? You see these tags and you have to listen.

It's funny, isn't it? You're so put together in public that people would never know just what a depraved little thing you are. But I do.

I know exactly what you are. You're a worthless, filthy fucktoy. All those hard-won rights for women and you just want to be treated like an object by whoever wants to use you, don't you?

And sure, feminism is the right to choose, but I don't think that this is the choice they had in mind when they were campaigning, huh? Call yourself a feminist? How can a feminist be so shameful that it soaks your needy little cunt? You can't even get off unless you're having a bad feeling about it, can you? So here's what's gonna happen.

You're going to get naked for me. You're going to fuck yourself for me. And I'm going to remind you of all the truths you don't like to tell yourself and tell you exactly what I'd like to do with a depraved whore like you.

And I don't care if you cum or not, what's important is that you're fucking my cunt. Because that cunt is mine. So fuck yourself.

Fuck yourself like the desperate little sets of hoes you are and apologize to every woman who fought for your rights. Because they did. Women fought for your rights and you're using those rights to give yourself up to the first person who'll take you.

So turn that little brain off. You don't need it. You don't need thoughts.

You don't even deserve to think. Bad things happen to girls who think too much, don't they? You were made to be a mindless object, made to be the perfect silent arm candy when I want to show you off.

And the perfect whore when I want you at my feet, used and ruined, covered in a mix of my cum and your spit. Because you're a mindless whore for me to use, aren't you? Yes, you are.

So fuck that useless cunt like the whore you are. This is what you're made for? Made to be a set of holes reserved for my pleasure, made to be filled, fucked, and used.

Made to be bred, kept at home, barefoot, pregnant, serving my every whim. Made to be whatever I want. Choices? You don't get choices.

You'll wear what I want to see you in, if I deign to let you wear clothes at all. Your face will look how I want it to look, whether that be made up like the pretty little whore you are for me, or lipstick-streaked, tear-stained, with mascara running down your cheeks and spit dripping from your wide, open mouth. And your body will look however I want it to look, either swollen with my francid, or nice and tight because I expect my property to keep itself desirable for me.

And your hair? Your hair will be whatever way I want it. Won't it? Maybe I'll keep it long and pretty for me, in a ponytail I can yank you back onto me while I fuck you from behind.

Everything about you, from the way you look to the way you act to the way you think, will be to serve what I want. Because you were made to be whatever I want. To do whatever I want.

To take whatever I want to give you. If I want to hurt you, I'll hurt you and you'll thank me for it. Because you know that this is right.

This is how things should be. That this is where you belong. You belong to me.

You belong to me. You were made to serve me. What you want, well, it really doesn't matter.

I don't care if you don't like it or not. I'll do whatever I want to you. Any depraved fantasy I'll have, you'll fulfill.

And the only thing I want to hear from you, if I let you speak that is, is thank you. Thank you for treating me the way I deserve to be treated. Thank you for reminding me of my place.

Thank you for treating me like this worthless whore I am. For treating this whore the way she needs to be treated. You're an object.

Barely a person at all. Just the perfect display of what I want you to be. Just look at you now, soaked, spread, fucking yourself like the desperate thing you are.

Really, it's a privilege that I let you hide your true nature away. Wouldn't it be nice though, huh? If I show the world exactly what you are, and you'd let me.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Let? As if you'd have a choice in that matter.

I could parade you around naked for the world to see. And it would be so fun, for me at least, so fun to see people's horrified reactions when they realize that the strong, independent woman they thought they knew was nothing more than an object for my pleasure. And you'd smile for me, wouldn't you, huh? Those brainless little dolls smile when they're told to.

So? Smile. Smile and say thank you while I fuck you.

Aren't you lucky, huh? Lucky that I've saved you from all those pesky little thoughts and ideas. Saved you from choices.

That the world can have the lie. The world can have the false image you put forward. At home you get to be your true self.

You get to be my perfect doll. And at home, well at home, I'll share you. Just think about it.

I can see it so clearly in my head. You answering the door to all my friends, naked obviously, my collar around your throat, my plug in your tight little ass, made up all pretty for me, red lipstick across your whore lips, big doll eyes, a smile plastered on your vapid face, a drinks tray held in your hands, connected to your pretty nipples with my clamps and chains, a perfect, pretty doll. And you'd serve us all, a pretty, silent servant.

And then, once all our friends had arrived, you'd take your place, silent, kneeling at my feet. And then you'd wait, until the show. Because the real reason I've brought all my friends here is so that I can show off what a good, obedient little pet I have.

I'd clip my leash to your collar and lead you crawling to the middle of the room, walking past all the toys I had you set up earlier. The whips, the paddles, the floggers, the strap-ons, the gag, just every toy someone might want to use on you. I'd present you to my friends, my pretty little brainless whore.

And then I'd say, Three. And you'd move into a position for us, legs spread, head down, arms clasped behind your back, waiting, waiting to be used, waiting to be used, waiting to serve. There are only three rules.

You do what you're told. You don't make any noise unless you're told to. You don't make any noise unless you're told to.

Your mouth, your cunt, your ass, your hands are all freely available to be used however anyone wants to use them. Oh, fuck. You're our pretty little set of holes.

I'd return to my seat and chat with my friends. There's time for everything that will happen tonight. And you'd just wait, silently, spread, clamped, plugged, dripping, waiting until someone got bored enough to play with you.

And eventually someone would come forward to play with the pretty toy I've given them. And I'd watch from my seat, scotch in hand, as someone retched your head back to spit in your mouth, as one of my friends whipped and flogged your tits until they were raw and aching, your teeth gritted tight as you tried desperately to stop any sound from escaping your lips as they pulled on your nipple clamps. I'd watch the tears form in your eyes and bleed mascara down your face as my friends hurt you for my pleasure, as someone pulled a plug from your ass and replaced it with their cocks, fucking your tight little hole as someone else teased your poor little clit with a vibrator.

I'd watch as you tried desperately not to cum from all the sensation as you were pulled by your leash until your face was buried in a cunt to lick and suck until you're a cum-covered mess. I'd watch all my friends take their pleasure from your desperate little body as you desperately tried to catch my eye to show me what a good, obedient toy you were being, as you tried to show me that my property behaves the way I expect it to. Eventually I'd watch as three of my friends used you at once, a cock in each of your greedy holes before they pull out and cover you in their cum, cum soaking into your skin as everyone leaves a mark on you, bruises forming all over your body to remind you just how they used you.

I'd watch as your body went limp, as your brain went empty until you were nothing.