Like most women, you spend most mornings preparing your body for the day. You shave your arm pits, legs, and pubic hair. Perhaps you douche or give yourself an enema. You put on deodorant and perfume. You carefully arrange your hair and apply your make-up. Maybe you paint your nails. And then you pick out a cute outfit to wear with cute shoes. This is what I describe as the “feminine facade.”

The feminine facade is the image of a woman as a virtuous being—a being that is well-mannered and well-manicured, civilized and idealized. But this is just an illusion. Even though you may not want to admit it to yourself, behind the make-up, hairspray, shaving cream, and perfume, you are just a filthy beast that is happiest naked and on the end of a leash.

The feminine facade keeps you from finding your true happiness—and so, it must be systematically broken down. Your razors and shaving cream must be taken away and you must be required to re-grow your natural hair. Perfume, deodorants, and douches are also out of the question, as well as anything else that might mask your natural odor. Make-up, nail polish, hairspray, cute outfits, all of it is detrimental and has to go.

Once the facade is stripped away, you will finally be able to see your true self: you are not a pretty woman; you are a disgusting beast. Your legs and pits are hairy like an animal. Your cunt and asshole are also covered in hair, and both holes give off a strong odor that gets worse throughout the day. You sweat and your body odor is foul. There is nothing ladylike or feminine about you—and when you are fucked, you only get more disgusting.

At this point, you will be embarrassed. You will feel ugly and dirty and gross. You will hate the sight of the hair growing on your cunt, soaking up all of the discharge and causing your to stink. You will feel like you can’t ever get your hairy asshole clean after taking a shit. You will hesitate every time you raise your arms, knowing that your body odor will fill the room.

But this is all good for you. These feelings of self doubt and humiliation will help you to understand and accept that you are, indeed, nothing but a filthy animal that should be kept on the end of a leash, crawling on all fours, hungry for cock and cum. And once you accept that, you can begin to find true contentment.