r/MisogynisticLife2

Before I accepted what it really meant to be female, I was secretary who gave my boss blowjobs so he wouldn’t fire me. It was a terrible and demeaning way to live but I thought it was the only option. You work hard, you climb the ladder, you compete with the boys - I couldn’t. I thought something was wrong with me.

I was denying myself the truth: I am weaker, slower, needier, softer, simpler and less intelligent than Men and pretending otherwise was making me miserable. Trying to figure out hard problems all day? I’d much rather figure out a hard dick, at least I know what to do with that.

I’ve since realized that achieving many small, simple goals is much more satisfying than trying to achieve one big goal that makes my head hurt and brings me tears of frustration. Life feels so much more peaceful when I can complete little tasks that actually make me feel useful.

Cleaned the kitchen? A goal has been met.

Made a Man dinner and rubbed his feet while he ate? A goal has been met.

Drained a Man’s balls good and proper? Put a gold star on my forehead because a goal has been met! Yay!

I no longer have nightmares about spreadsheets and trying to keep up in meetings. Instead, I have blissful dreams of being domesticated by a Man worthy of my complete devotion with hands that can quiet my mind and ease my burden.

6:00 am - my smart watch alarm starts to vibrate, silently waking me. I am nude and clinging to my Master, my happy place.

I get up carefully and quietly to not wake my Sir and sneak into the bathroom, running the shower and getting myself pretty. I would, of course, know his preferences for my appearance.

6:45 am - my hair is done, my make up is on, I have my pre-approved outfit set out but not on yet, I would not dress before my Sir.

7:00 am - it’s time to wake my Master for his morning, I begin by gently kissing his thighs.

Seeing a Man harden from my touch always gets me wet. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from moaning as I tasted and took him into my mouth, but I wouldn’t dare touch myself. The first orgasm of the day always belongs to my Sir and I am thankful just to be of use! I am thankful to be a cum dump.

If my silly stupid cunt leaks on the sheets then laundry would be added to my list of chores to complete for the day.

7:20 am - After I have successfully been of use to my Sir it’s time to run his shower, during which I will make his lunch.

7:35 am - I am nude and on my knees in the bathroom, holding his towel, ready to dry him when he exits.

I love having a Man look down at me as I kneel. If he lets me, I may degrade myself by grinding against his leg.

7:45 am - I help dress my Sir and then myself so he can observe my outfit and make sure it is worn to his standard and liking.

8:00 am - I am kneeling by the door near my Masters shoes so I can put them on for him and hand him his lunch for his day at work. I know my silly girl brain wouldn’t really be able to understand his job but maybe if he explained in small words I could!

When he gets home, I would be right back there, on my knees waiting for him. I would be ready to help him get comfortable, get him a drink or rub his feet.

I would do or be whatever he told me to and maybe, if I did a really good job, he would take care of my throbbing, dripping, desperate needs.

I wanna be humiliated so bad... I wanna be forced to do nasty things. dms open.....