"It's just a kink, it's not really what I think."
That's what your boyfriend said at first, as He plowed you into the bed and gave you words to rehearse. 'Fuck my body, fuck my mind, women are made to suck and grind.' Overall, there were definitely more degrading things he could have made you say. It's not like he was making you say it outside or the bedroom, too, it just got His rocks off to see it become something you naturally do.
So when He next asked you to self-degrade, you might have figured it was okay. He said "Hearing you say that is still hot as fuck, doll-" when did He start calling you 'doll'? "-but it's become something I'm a bit too used to. Can we try pushing further, try getting you to degrade more?"
Given that He'd waited until you were close to the edge of an orgasm yourself, at the time, you knew He wouldn't let you until you agreed. "women shouldn't speak, we're so fucking weak. women's voiced don't matter at all, i'm just a pathetic fuckdoll" you began to say at His behest, while Cock filled your cunt and Fingers worked over your clit.
He edged you saying that for so long anyway. He edged you until you couldn't think straight, couldn't help but obey as your mind faded away. It didn't matter to Him in that moment that you were uncomfortable at first, only that degrading lines were something you knew needed to be rehearsed. you don't even remember if He let you cum, those first few times that He got you to say rhymes.
you probably should have left that day. Should have listened to your friends that told you to get away. They said He's an unhealthy influence for pushing you to the edge more and more, for making you degrade more and more, like a whore. you dismiss then out of hand, tell them it's all okay, even as you know that night you'll be edging your brains away.
Eventually He starts to make it more immersive for Him and for you. Misogynistic posters went up in His room, objectifying photos of you and your friends, too. The crowning piece was a shirt with three words, so revolting at the time you first saw. "WOMEN SHOULDN'T VOTE" splayed across a crop-top chest, in big, bold lettering. The back said "slap me if I speak, please. im only good on my knees!" The nights grew longer, your free time cut short while He made you recite and edge like a whore. Sometimes it was on your own when He could listen and see. Sometimes it was in His Lap, turned to face the shirt and teasing yourself until you were empty.
His compliments began to move from your brains to your body as time moved on, as He began to steal you away more and more often from dusk to dawn. It's not like He was doing anything bad to you as these things kept happening, it's not as if He was abusing you. It was simply making sure you understood the kink, the way He wanted to make you sink.
your friends began to beg you to get away. The dick wasn't worth it, the sex couldn't be that good, you shouldn't have to repeat what he's asking you to say. He convinced you that they never liked Him, why wouldn't they feel that way? It's no worries, just be a good girl, drop your phone, and obey.
He began to belittle you over time, slowly showing less and less respect to you. He had more opinions on your makeup and figure, your outfit, too. "Don't you think you should show off those legs for Me, sweetheart? you've been hitting the gym now, I've love to see My work of art."
When your grades began to slip, He took it in stride. He told you you were an idiot, He belittled you more, He reminded you that you were just His whore. That whole first night you came to Him crying about a flunked test, a dropped class, He paid less attention to your words compared to your shaping-up ass. He had you repeat "women are idiots, women shouldn't learn" the whole weekend, promising an orgasm you never managed to earn. He told you to smile, to keep your body releasing dopamine so you could learn to enjoy this all the while. "Thank Me for putting up with an idiot like you." He ordered, and like a good girl, that's exactly what you do.
your social life began to slip through your fingers, as your grades slipped more, He had you edge to constant repetitions of 'women are whores.' For each occasion, each plan, each class you missed, there was more degradation, more abuse you'd been conditioned to dismiss. By now you were used to seeing things saying "women shouldn't speak" because of the posters He bought, to make you feel more comfortable with this thought.
A new VR headset was coming out, He wanted to give you some practice for the plans He had to use it for the kink. He said it was fine, you don't have to think. Just edge and stare at the new posters on the wall, stare at the reinforcement of the Patriarchy and recite every word. you were the filthiest misogynist you'd ever heard. He didn't even let you cum, and in the morning you felt hazy and dumb. "women degrade women" you'd read from one poster, "women silence women" you'd read from another. He told you to smile while you read these, too, because it's not like He was hurting you. "women's rights are worthless."
The headset came in, boot up was complete, you were just left there to program like meat. He put a camera in front of your bed, so that even when He left He could watch the pretty lights dance over your head. 'women are whores. Beg for more. Wear the headset every day. women vote their rights away.' More and more demeaning words and programming filled the screen and flashed before your eyes, intending to brainwash and mesmerize.
Soon enough you were flunking class after class, without any hope of being able to makeup or pass. When you confessed this to Him, He slapped your ass. "This is what I've been saying to you the whole year. women don't belong here." He stated, and that night He fucked you facing the posters. 'women's education doesn't matter, and neither do women's rights. we're just warm, wet fleshlights.'
He didn't even have to ask you to dress up Right when He met your family. you chose the gag all on your own, and you picked the shirt and skirt that let the most be shown. "slap a woman if she speaks" was written in firm, bold font across the crop-top. "women are made to please/we belong on our knees" circled the skirt, round and round.
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Well, this certainly got carried away from me! If you read that all, I appreciate you, you're good people. 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!
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 the front of the line with you if you want to include this) to oral. My only hard limits are diapers and infantilization, feel free to ask about anything else you'd like to include!
I hope to plot and play with you all soon!