a master who starves me, a master who takes away my plate mid meal and says i’ve had enough, a master that encourages me to just fast one more hour, a master who weighs me and measures every inch of me weekly and punishes me if i get fatter
going to bed with holes aching, tits marked, stomach gurgling and cunt still leaking from not cumming is ideal as it allows me to really think about what i am as i go to sleep
what they don’t tell you about misogyny and patriarchy kinks is that it’ll start as a kink but soon enough you internalise it and then it’s the only thing that makes sense
a master who makes a note of everytime i act incorrectly quietly and at the end of the night spanks me for every misstep and sends me away with the list to write about why i was wrong then quizzes me next time
every bite to eat, every bathroom break, every time i leave the house, every outfit, everything i spend, we sit down each evening and go through my phone so he can check everything
need to be stuck on an overcrowded bus with a creep behind me who presses his crotch into my ass pinning me against the wall as he slowly inches my skirt up to rub against my ass,instead of helping the men surrounding make sure he can get away with it
he controls how i speak, dumbing me down, starts giving me lessons so he can replace all the feminist nonsense from my old life, breaks me so i literally can’t think for myself