mindbrokensluts:There’s a particular type of woman who reads this tumblr. Most of the time t
mindbrokensluts: There’s a particular type of woman who reads this tumblr. Most of the time they seem like any other woman; they work, they socialise, they seem generally intelligent people. They have strong moral values, perhaps they’re even committed feminists. Then they get home. In private. They go to their computer, their tablet, their mobile…they scroll through tumblr idly. One hand scrolling, the other slowly snakes its way to their pants. As time progresses they find themselves rubbing harder and harder, grunting and moaning in heat as they read degrading, dehumanising tales until their eyes blur and their fingers slip. In the stories are women. Women like them. Women who becomes sluts, whores, pets and objects. As they read they find it impossible to resist the temptation to touch themselves. They put themselves in the shoes of the character, imagining what it’s like to be a slut. Dreaming of being used and abused, degraded by a superior man. They lose track of what their ‘normal’ selves would think, because they aren’t ‘normal’. Gradually, often without their noticing, the ideas and concepts in the stories snake their way into their heads. At work, with friends, as they sleep…more and more they fantasise, more and more they realise what they really want to be…what they really are. They work up the confidence and eventually they begin to enact these fantasies. Finding men to fuck so that they can pretend they’re one of the women in the stories which are consuming their minds. As they continue this they realise that they aren’t pretending. There’s a particular type of woman that reads this tumblr. It doesn’t matter how far they are with their progression, deep down they know what they are…A worthless piece of fuckmeat. -- source link