Natralistblog

natralistblog

This blog will be primarily dedicated to the following themes: traditional gender roles, male dominance/female submission, male superiority/female inferiority, Men worship, stepford wives, perfect girlfriends, perfect wifes, wife material, trophy wifes, girls as property, women gender traitors, antifeminism, girls on their knees (naked or not), girls at feet of Men, domestic service, domestic servants, patriarchy, anal play, cock worship, girls on the kitchen, chained girls, ass grabbing, women objectification, spanking, pet play, age play, male polygamy, blowjob, swallow and facial

And secondarily to the following themes: handjob, deepthroating, ball worship, ass licking, threesome, rape play, cum walking and public sex

since my original post and blog was deleted:

this is me in the top photo.

the second photo is me last night.

the third photo is me a few days later.

my name is Heather, I am nineteen years old, broken hearted and broken. my boyfriend did this to me. if you EVER notice abnormal jealousy or controlling issues with your “man” LEAVE HIM. THINGS WILL NOT GET BETTER WHEN HE DOESN’T KNOW HE’S SICK. i almost lost my fucking life last night to someone who claimed he loved me.

we were fighting. arguing. like any normal couple. until i tried running. i was dragged up the stairs by my hair. he started strangling me. so i suggested we take a break. when i said those words, something flipped inside of him.. the look in his kind eyes vanished and all i could see was anger and evilness. he then smashed a sharp drink pitcher into my face repeatedly until my nose started gushing blood all over the bed. once he saw what he had done, he ran to the bathroom and was screaming “WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO!!! OH MY GOD!!!! I’M SO SORRY!!! WHAT HAVE I DONE!!!” etc while rocking back and forth in the bathtub, fully clothed. that was my final chance. i ran downstairs to phone 911 and request an ambulance and officers RIGHT away. as soon as he heard me on the phone he started thumping downstairs screaming- “DON’T CALL ANYONE!”

i have never been so petrified in my life. and i’ve been to hell and back. as soon as i heard the thuds down the steps, i ran outside into the snow banks wearing nothing on my bare feet, jogging pants, and a thin tank top in -20 weather. i luckily immediately saw two strangers walking across the street. I dropped the phone I had scooped up on my way out in the snow and ran over to them screaming for help. all they could see was a face covered in tears and blood screaming and crying, desperately clinging to them. one of them instantly pulled out their cell phone and explained the situation to 911. the other sat with my on a set of stairs outside a local food bank holding me and comforting me until i flagged down a random black van. he backed up over train tracks to get a better look at what he had passed. once he saw me he got out of the vehicle, got me into his back seats and gave me a ride to the hospital where i was rushed into emergency. i was stitched up alone. i was in shock now- crying out for my parents, continuing to redial both their phone numbers, leaving endless text messages and voicemails. it was 3:00AM, they we’re at home in their warm beds, about to woken up to officers at their door informing them of their battered and broken daughter in the hospital.

thankfully, i have no broken bones. i have two black eyes (one is verry swollen.) i have gashes all over my forehead and other hidden parts of my body. i have three sets of stitches- one under my eye, one on the bridge of my nose, and one on the palm of hand from trying to block the swings.

up until last night, i wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. i wanted his children, i would’ve done anything to keep him in my life. now i’m terrified of living my own life. i’m terrified of my reflection. i’m terrified of what he’s now going through. and i’m terrified of sleeping.

i wish i could have seen the signs.

please reblog, i think every young girl needs to see this.

Reblog if you’re polyamorous, support polyamorous people, or think polyamorous people and relationships are valid