Every time you went over, you saw It, proudly on display. It stood out on the wall, bright white with bold, capitalized, black lettering. Every night, you were fucked, edged, filled, and used in every way imaginable, all while It never fully left your eyesight.

He told you that It was purchased from a woman-owned business, and you laughed in His Face before a Hand struck you silent. While one of His Hands held your face as easily as a child's, long piano-playing Fingers perfect for keeping you still, the other Hand typed up a search in Google and turned it to you.

"See, I do support woman-owned businesses." He said, Voice so cocky, taunting and toxic. On screen, the shirt was displayed on proud, smiling, feminine models. Sure, they were conservatives, and sure the Right was increasingly veering into 'traditional gender roles', but could you honestly be blamed for the way your eyes glazed in shock, the way your voice caught in your throat?

Despite your brain saying no, you just had to return to Him, to the only fling that made you sing. you thought you knew what He'd make you say, what He'd make you do. Years of Gender Studies, of Feminist rallies and pro-Feminist schooling hardened you to it all. Surely a bit of degradation can't hurt, right? It's not like a few days (weeks? months? you can't recall now) of degradation and humiliation could wipe away all of that. you'd entertain Him for this year, and your New Year's Resolution would be to find a better partner after He's been dumped, simple as that...

It all started when your productivity at work started to slip. your were aside and asked if anything was wrong, and of course you'd say no. How embarrassing would it be to admit that you getting your back blown out multiple times a day caused your thoughts to occasionally drift away?

That night, he edged you over again while you wrote out the words 'women shouldn't work' until your mind went numb. you can't even remember if that's all you wrote, because four hours had passed and you'd made a drool-and-cuntjuice covered mess of your clothes while He removed the papers and called you a good whore.

Then, as the Spring Semester started, your grades began to slip. He stamped a big red 'F' on your forehead when you made it to His Place one evening, to match the falling digits on the computer screen. One night, He had you write 'women shouldn't learn' over and over again while you bounced on a dildo and sucked on His Fingers. Once again, He edged and edged and edged you until your leggings were ruined and your shirt was soaked through. Once again, the papers were removed before you could see them.

He strapped a VR headset snugly to your head, covering your eyes as you recited 'women are inferior' as you watched hours upon hours of porn, hands bound over your latest research paper and a vibrator in your cunt. you weren't allowed to view the recording. you got the lowest possible grade on the paper.

The following week, you flunked out of the core class to advance your major. When He found out about it, He asked you how you felt. That night, as He stuffed His Cock down your throat, you wrote 'women shouldn't go to school' until your hands fell limp as He fucked your brain (or at least that's what it felt like). In the morning, covered in your own drool and still so horny from not being allowed to cum, the papers were gone.

When He returned from His morning run to the sight of you sobbing in bed? He sat you down, slapped you, and told you to write 'women are emotional' over and over again, edging and slapping yourself for crying until He returned. Hours later, He had a written note from your professor stating that you were being given One (1) more chance, entirely because of His arguments in your favour. you were allowed to cum that morning, as your nose pressed against His Pelvis, as you choked on His Cock, muttering "thffankyoouuu!" over and over again.

By now, your friends were worried for you. They worried about your attitude, your grades, how often you missed clubs and get-togethers. you waved them all off, it was harmless, it'd only been a week a semester! He and you had plans to go to DC, and that was that.

The first day of vacation, He had you write out "women's rights are fake" as various rights were overturned. He made you write out why, too, but removed them from your view when He pressed your face against the window and stuffed His Fingers into your cunt. The whole night, He read the degradation you wrote right back to you.

Wearing the VR helmet, a gag in your mouth, you recited "women shouldn't speak". One of your friends called Him abusive, even convinced you to call Him out on His actions. Those three words were your only source of language, as hours of women having their throats fucked passed over your glazed eyes.

When you failed your oral finals in the class He got you back into, you came to Him saying "women's voices don't matter". He had you recite it as His Cock filled your throat, and He recorded it on your phone. you were allowed to keep the image of His Cock over your cum-covered and smiling as your new lock screen.

One week later, with the VR headset on, His Hand at your throat and His Cock in your cunt, three words appeared in soft, sweet pink. "Say it, like a good whore." He commanded, Hand squeezing and Cock pumping. "C'mon, dumb cunt, I know you can read."

The shirt came off the wall the next day, it turned out to be a size too small, but He liked it that way.
you didn't understand why your friends and family gasped in horror at your shirt when they met your boyfriend.

women shouldn't vote, it's just common sense.

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Well, this certainly got carried away from me! If you read that all, I appreciate you, you're pretty great. The idea here is all around corruption and misogyny, slowly pushing that barrier until it breaks. It's a relationship pushed to the edge of abuse, and very far past. If this interests you at all, I'd love to plot, to chat! If this doesn't quite scratch your itch, I've got a few other posts we could try, and I'm always down to plot something new!

Obviously, the main kinks presented here are misogyny, extreme male dominance, and conditioning. I'd love to focus on those three aspects, on how they affect your mind and will, eroding your very being until you're just holes to fill. Other kinks that are unnecessary that I'd love to include run the gamut from cheating to clothing control, from raceplay to oral. My only limits are diapers, and infantilization. If you read through it all, let me know your favourite dish, or favourite drink, somewhere in your first message to Me.

I hope to plot and play with you all soon!