Misogny Kink - Blog Posts

Hi! My name is Salem and this is my blog.

This is a kink blog so if you’re uncomfortable with that, please block me.

I don’t send pictures, but i love receiving them<3

kinks:

misogyny

patriarchy

degradation

objectification

gaslighting

dumbification

+many more

limits:

scat

vomit(i have extreme emetephobia)

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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

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.

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?"

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.

You couldn't help but smile. It's not like you thought there would be debate. But when your husband to be came up behind you and told you that you were taking his name, and there would be none of that silly hyphenated name nonsense, it made you smile.

Being told that he was going to mark his territory like that made you so happy. Maybe it was silly, but you had already spent hours practicing signing your new name.

Now, you have to look at all of the things that would need a new monogram.

This is the ultimate form of women's empowerment. Shaking their big tits for Men's enjoyment. There is nothing more empowering than being forced to shake your tits for a Man's attention. Now shake those fat tits and feel empowered sluts.

You were having coffee with your girlfriends talking about how unhappy they were. How Amazon deliveries were their dopamine high. You just sipped your coffee.

You didn't spend your days fighting your nature. Your husband did the masculine jobs you hated. You did the feminine ones you love. And all of the jobs were done.

It beat the hell out of a dead-end job, sapping your strength. But that was the price of "equality." You'd rather be your husband's property any day of the week.

Everyone said you had so much potential. That you would do great things. Accomplish so much. And that pressure just broke you from a young age, didn't it?

It was all just so overwhelming. Now, your goal is to just be a man's pretty property. To be his housewife. The greatest accomplishment you can achieve is keeping the house clean and having his kids. Stuff a teenage girl can do.

It was almost time for your son to be born. And your husband had sent you for a boudoir shoot. He went all out. Hair and makeup professionals are doing your look. The lingerie he selected was frilly, feminine, and expensive.

Praise from the photographer about how you are glowing. Soft, warm, flattering lighting covering your skin. And you can't help but smile. For all of the pregnancy discomfort you feel, your husband made sure you are reminded how beautiful you are.

Your girlfriends can't understand why you are with such a patriarchal man. Someone who is so controlling. But none of their husband's would do this for them, would they?

Your husband had enrolled you in pole class as part of his physical fitness requirements. And you loved it. Something he picked up on. So he planned. A few days later, you found out that he had signed you up for an amature night at the strip club.

You knew the perfect outfit, and you got advice from some of the strippers. Some careful alterations were made, and when it was time, you stepped on the stage dressed as a 50's housewife. The music clashes as Closer plays. Some carefully cut seams come away as you rip your top open. Exposing the lacy bra that doesn't hide your nipples.

Skirt and petticoat falling away to show off your panties and garter belt. Stepping out of the puddle they make on the floor before you start doing pole tricks. The audience cheered as men put money on the rail. Soon, you fling your bra to your husband. The feeling of all of those men eying you like a piece of meat makes you soak through your panties. Something the men pick up on. And the catcalls join the cheers and money on the stage.

Soon, the song is over, and you gather up the money the men left for you and go to your husband. Giving him a little curtesy before handing him the money. The look on your face screaming that you need to be railed. Now. In the VIP room, over the hood of his car, right here. He puts his hand on your ass and guides you out. The leering not stopping.

You were so happy when one of your girlfriends reached out. Very shyly, she admitted she wanted a relationship like yours. She wanted to be a submissive wife.

So you spent weeks helping deprograming. Helping overcome the belief she should be in control. Helping over come the idea she needed to be an equal. Further weeks were spent with her learning the skills she needed to keep a man. She even watched your husband take you roughly a number of times. So she could see how hard it made you orgasm. And how she was so turned on she couldn't stop touching herself during it.

Now you are at her wedding. Matron of Honor, watching as she shyly walked down the aisle toward a man who would give her what she needed. Who would protect her and take care of her.

Men have the ability to control you no matter where you are. So if you get a text saying to "flash your tits". You obey it like a good girl cunt and record it for their pleasure.

You are sitting at lunch with your girlfriends when one starts complaining about how her boss told her she should smile more. And she should, she looked so tired. Worn out. No wonder men weren't looking at her. But you knew your master would never say that to you. Because he didn't need to. He understood how fragile women are. How as much as they needed a firm hand, they needed pampering too.

Spa days were a requirement from him. Regular massages to help you recharge. He explained to you that women were simply much too prone to nervous hysteria if you were asked to do too much work. That it simply drained your beauty away. You needed to be pampered to make sure you smiled. After all part of your job as a wife was to be pretty. And pretty girls smiled.

Sure, your girlfriend didn't have a man to take care of her. But you just couldn't understand why she didn't at least spred her legs for some time off. At least she'd get to submit to a powerful man and get a spa day out of it.

Kneeling in front your man. Hands bound behind your back, a pretty collar matched to your lingerie. Letting him teach you how he wants his cock sucked. The vibrator in your pussy going when you are being good. The flogger striking your ass when you make a mistake.

Just imagine being pretty. Being submissive. Being useful. And earning his full attention.

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