While there are tones of misogyny and sexism to the title and this prompt, that is not an aspect I want to focus on or even really include. The focus will be on something else concerning the character.

College still felt new to her. She was a good student, and an even more responsible person. She attended all her classes, and she did her best to make any extra lectures or presentations what would help boost her grades or even her learning. She found that being so active led her to be surrounded by other people that actively called themselves feminists. While she did believe and often thought a lot about how she agreed with these ideals, she had her own thoughts and feelings she kept to herself. Thoughts and feelings that made her face turn scarlet, that made her squirm in place, and that often took her breath away. She had her own secret that she could never bring herself to tell anyone else.

Beth often chose to dress more "respectfully". It by no means was proper, or even professional, just respectful with hints of flare and little bits of this and that to show off. While she didn't often show a lot, her figure and size never went unnoticed. She wasn't particularly well endowed anywhere, and she by no means ever dreamed to call herself tall, but that didn't keep guys from at least trying. The attention boosted her confidence, and even made her blush. The male attention made her feel ashamed though, even embarrassed. "What if my friends knew? Or what if they saw?" Her heart would beat faster and she would try to get out of any situation that happened to make her feel like this. Once a guy had come up and straight out asked her to get coffee, but she stammered over her words and practically ran out the room. She straightened her clothes and made herself turn even redder when she realized her nipples were hard. She went into the bathroom to calm down before she allowed herself to out and have anymore social interaction. She didn't know it, but the smallest things would set her off. She blushed more than anyone she ever met, and she found herself needing to pay much more attention to her privates. It seemed as if everything set her off. She actually didn't know the half of it, but he saw it immediately.

"He tried to get me to put it in my mouth, down on my knees!" The girls gasped and laughed at the same time. Beth also chuckled halfheartedly. She looked from side to side and tried to take deep breaths to keep her face calm. "They always try to get you to do it on your knees! As if they don't know how degrading that is." Another girl chimed in and of course the girls agreed right away but Beth just kept to herself. She rubbed her shoulder, brought a finger up to play with her hair, and nodded her head, but didn't say anything. Some of the girls branched off as their classes were in a different direction. The remaining three girls, Beth included, kept walking. Beth found the opportunity and quickly said, "I'm going to go to the cafe. I just remembered there's a quiz I should study for before tonight." Never doubting Beth and her need to 'study' the two girls said bye to her as she took another path in a direction separate from the other two.

Beth really was going to the cafe, and she really was going to get a coffee, but as soon as she was completely out of sight from her 'friends', she took her phone out and immediately sent a message. "They were talking about what they think is degrading again, Daddy." Each time she sent a message, she had to make sure her excitement wasn't showing anywhere anyone could see it. She often wore an extra layer just so her hard nipples wouldn't show. However if anyone got the opportunity to see her panties, there would be no hiding it.

"I see, and how did you respond?" The message back wasn't surprising, but each time she really had to think about everything so she could honestly report everything back. "I pretended to agree, as usual. But the thought of being on my knees, taking a cock in my mouth was too much. My nipples are hard, Daddy, and I know I'm soaking." Beth's hands were shaking a bit as she typed the message. She found herself walking faster, even though there was nobody around. She already felt as if she needed to hide and be further away from anything that would 'find out'.

Just as she pushed through the clear doors of the large community building, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Beth brought it out as she went to get in line to place her coffee order. "Now now, you need to be specific. What is soaking? Also, it sounds as if you forgot two of your major rules. What do you need to tell me about yourself, and what were you supposed to message me anytime your friends bring up something that is about or related to "feminism"?" Beth's face immediately turned red with shame, and she could feel herself become even wetter, only realizing when it was all being said to her. The shame was overwhelming, presenting it self first above everything, but the undeniable truth was it was shallow and enough for her to cling onto like a security blanket. Underneath, her body was boiling, the heat coming out in all of her sensitive areas. No one could see what she was really hiding, except him.

She took a breath, and gripped the edge of her sweater to keep her hand from going to her groin. She never lost control to completely start pleasuring herself, but when the feelings would not stop, her hand would natural hover over where she needed attention. Beth swallowed hard, took a step forward as a person in front of her got done placing their order, and she typed fast with both hands, "Daddy, I'm wearing a hoody a size to big for me over my blouse, and matching pants. I have on the lace bra, the one that doesn't hide my nipples from showing when they become hard, and I have the matching thong on. The sheer one that soaks easily and constantly reminds me of how needy and desperate my pussy is." She hit send, took a step forward, and then started immediately typing again. The moment of one message helped start the next one before the real shame and arousal hit, "I tell my friends I'm a feminist too, but Daddy knows the truth, and what F.E.M.I.N.I.S.T. really stands for. I am a F.E.M.I.N.I.S.I.T. A Forever Enslaved Male Instrument (that's a) Naturally and Instinctually Submissive Toy. This is why I have and need Daddy. I need Daddy to properly teach and show me my purpose." She sent the message with one hand, her other hand had dropped to hang in front of her covered pussy. She then stepped forward, her body buzzing all over as she placed her order. She was certain the barista could see, even smell, the shame, embarrassment, and humiliation that was coming out from every inch of her body. But what was more obvious was how Beth's wettness was starting to slowly go down each of her thighs. So sensitive and turned on by her own feelings betraying her, she felt as if she could cum from a stranger checking her out.

She went to the other end of the counter, where everyone stood waiting for their orders. She had just gotten her breathing under control when her phone buzzed in her pocket.

I hope you like my prompt. If you made it this far, this is inspired by an interaction I had with an online partner I had not too long ago. The things that would set them off was fun and very enjoyable. That is what I want this roleplay to. be, fun and enjoyable to both people. While the obvious tones of misogyny and sexism, and so on are there, I am actually not interested in playing up any part, or adjacent. topic for a roleplay. Instead I want the focus to be on the character, Beth, and how she gets turned on by being embarrassed, humiliated, degraded, and so on. I like the idea that she is so sensitive to these topics, even though she doesn't want to believe they have a sexual effect on her, she can't help but get completely aroused that she loses control, inhibition, and is complete putty, left to be shaped. That is what I'm looking for, someone to play the part of this girl desperately trying to hide this obvious truth.

Now, while I described how Beth looks, I am completely okay, and encourage you, to change the characters appearance, name, and so on, to be someone you are comfortable and wanting to play. Like I said, I really want the focus to be on how sensitive she is to what turns her on, I am okay with a change to anything else about her. Completely how she looks, what her personality is like, her interests, etc., if it will make it more fun and enjoyable for you. I want you to be playing as someone you will enjoy, even if that is you playing as yourself.

My kinks include: most aspects of being dominant, wardrobe control, orgasm control, edging, teasing, overstimulation (giving), the kinks stated above (embarrassment, humiliation, degradation), blow jobs, cum play, light pet play, light bondage, light pain (giving), facials, anal, toys (vibrators, plugs), public play, and a few others.

My limits are: bimbofiction, complete mind break, scat, pee, feet, extreme pain, brats, animals, death, and most things that are "extreme".

My other prompts are always open as well, you are welcome to read and suggest those as well.
I hope to hear from you all.