owlmansdead:

Anyone can be involuntarily trained. Brainwashed if you will. I’ve talked to many women who wish their man was meaner. More controlling. Less fearful of hurting or offending them. The problem is that you’re not holding up your end of the deal. Any man can be trained to be mean to women. Right? #notallmen remember? Men are catcalling, misogynistic pieces of shit by nature. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, that’s how the species was spread. Females were attracted to the mate with the strongest seed. Most likely that was a big, hairy, mean, strong, alpha male. So those are the men that mated. So those were the bloodlines that spread. You get the idea. It’s in us. Feminism and modern civilization has just stomped it down and even allowed it to be bred out of the species to a degree. Here’s how you can tap into it.
Don’t tell him what you’re doing. He either won’t understand or he’ll think it’s a trick or he will just be a pussy about it. This will work better if its a blind experiment.
Start by being generally sassy and argumentative. The goal is to make him annoyed. Aggressive. You want him to come at you with a raised voice at least. When he does, you get quiet. You apologize. You admit you were wrong. Irrational. Don’t take it too far or it will seem sketchy. Do this several times for several weeks. The more aggressive he becomes, the faster you shut up and the sweeter you get when you apologize. If he’s still angry, suck his cock. Reward. His. Aggression. Alternatively, if he is reluctant to put his foot down or reacts with butthurt, be cold. Remain cold and abrasive until he loses patience. Then when he gets loud, back to plan A. Building an unspoken, subconscious system of rewarding his aggression and impatience for your bullshit and punishing his acceptance of your bitchy attitude is the goal here. Take it slow and subtle. Ramping it up just slightly over months. Eventually you’ll want to be dropping to your knees every time he gets short with you. Calling him “Sir” when he barks an order. Admitting you’re wrong even when you know you’re right. Teaching him that might equals right and that the meaner he is, the better his relationship is. And you never said a word about it.

brattyprettysub:

If you pull my panties to the side instead of telling me to take them off, I’ll melt. It feels like an inspection, like you’re still deciding if you’ll fuck me or not. Push a finger or two into my pussy and talk to me—God, please talk to me. Remark on what a slut I am, or tell me I’m a good little girl because I’m so wet for you, or coo condescendingly about how desperate I am to be touched.

Don’t fuck me, though. Keep touching me until I’m dripping down my thighs.

Do the same thing when I’m wearing a skirt. Bend me over the nearest table, push my skirt up, and tug my underwear down around my thighs. Fuck me until you come, then walk away, leaving me wobbly-kneed and slick with your come and my own wetness.

Fuck me when I’m sleeping. Wake me up with a particularly hard thrust. When I mumble a sleepy protest, call me a fucktoy and tell me to shut my mouth before you gag me.

Make me sit on a dildo while I work. Force me to come with your cock up my ass. Mock me for how wet I get. When I say no, don’t, stop, push me down onto my knees and fuck my face, telling me it’s all my mouth is good for anyway. Rip my jeans open at the ass and finger me until I’m begging.

I’m a simple girl with simple needs, really. Just remind me that my holes are yours.