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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.

If you’ve liked several of my posts in a row, just know I’ve stalked tf out of your page 😏

🐶

@gooningxhoe is determined to be the best fuckdoll there is. A noble cause indeed!

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.

Why does everyone hide their Likes? I wanna know what sort of wild/sick/naughty things you like but can’t (or are too scared to) share!

I’m just a girl, doing anything and everything to avoid doing what she should be doing….. send asks, send messages, send fucking carrier pigeons, anything to distract me 🐶

I’ll do anything for praise.

I’ll do anything for validation.

I’ll do anything to be of use.

All it took was a Man that could make a firm argument about how wrong her perspective had been

Yes please

Just wanna fuck you so often your mutuals ask you why you haven't been as active on your blog

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.

you don't need to be a "feminist" 🤢

you need to be an Accomplice to the Patriarchy 🥰🥹💕🫂

Tumblr cannot shut down. Where else can I flirt with people I have never met and probably never will

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.

Day off, nothing to do but scrolls tumblr and answer your asks. So send some! 💞

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.

Yesssss please

Thinking about rough, possessive, "I fucking own you" sex