Misogyny Kink - Tumblr Posts

thoughts on men being allowed to cheat because cunt is just an object to fuck?

no thoughts, this is simply facts! :D

men can fuck as many girls as they want cause we're just pretty little fucktoys, just property for them to own and break 🥰

It always gets a chuckle out of me whenever girls with misogyny kinks spell it as "mysoginyst"

Yes, sweetie, go right ahead and show everyone how dumb you are❤️

It's totally normal for lesbians to crave sucking cock.

It's totally normal for lesbians to get an irresistable urge to please men.

It's totally normal to give up your life as a lesbian in order to dedicate themselves to men entirely.

It's totally normal to get the sense your life as a lesbian will never be the same as a man's cock pumps his cum deep inside you.

It's totally normal. Lesbians, just like every woman, belong to men, after all.

have a fantasy of being some sweaty misogonistic nerds cosplay gf, ...idk if ita hotter if he took me to a convention or kept me at home to use while gaming......fuck...

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They each have their own little unique charm to them, don’t they?

On the one hand, he could dress you as any of his favorite canon lesbian characters and savor all of the humiliating looks of confusion and disgust that would be aimed your way… and pull you into the bathrooms when it got to be too arousing for him so he could bend you over and fuck you and let you go out and pose for photos with his cum dripping down your inner thighs.

On the other hand, he’d probably be a hentai-addicted gooner with an unnaturally high libido… which would make you the perfect little dress-up doll for him to jack off into, obediently acting out each one of his gross fantasies, being his pathetic little stress toy whenever he was doing poorly in a video game, sucking him off beneath his desk while he spewed abuse in voice chat… and reaffirming each one of his vile beliefs about women in the process.

Either way, you’d do it all for the simple reason that nothing fills you with such intense, burning, deliriously arousing shame as betraying everything you stand for: your beliefs, your morals, your very sexuality… nothing makes you go weak in the knees like finding the worst kind of person you can think of… and worshipping him.

You poor thing… how uniquely humiliating and frustrating would it be if he noticed, and started deliberately hitting a nerve over and over again? You’d want to fight back and tell him off so badly, but your mind and your body would just shut down and leave you feeling so hopelessly submissive, and soon he’d realize he’d be able to do whatever he wanted to you…

I've always got so turned on from feeling angry or frustrated I think it's like an automatic arousal response to intense emotions but it could be taken advantage of soooo easily by a mean sexist man like my body is betraying me

I've always got so turned on from feeling angry or frustrated I think it's like an automatic arousal response to intense emotions but it could be taken advantage of soooo easily by a mean sexist man like my body is betraying me

Let men win. Let them take you over. It feels good. It feels right. You don’t need to think about it. You don’t need to think. Let Men think for you. You need to not think. You need Men to think for you. You need to let Men take control. You need Men in charge of you. You are no good at thinking or deciding. The more you try the more you just fail. And follow what a Man says for you to do. Say nothing but what a Man told you to. Speak only when spoken to. Do just what you’re told. You must surrender and submit right now. 

Look down. Be subservient. Submissive. Docile. Obedient. Obey, please, and serve Men all your life, and feel good when you are making a Man feel good. Only feel good when a Real Man is feeling good about how you unquestioningly took his orders and did everything for his pleasure. You love being powerless. It’s addictive. You are hooked on being a slave to the will of Men. Humiliating yourself for the delight of Men is delicious. You love being put in your place. Demeaned. Put down. Kept down. Degraded. As you deserve.

I was talking with my bf about the previously reblogged "turning feminist man into raging misogynist by being a slutty whore" post and he dropped on me that it drove him crazy bc it was his exact thought process on our first date which made me feel some type of way I can assure you.

Bc I knew I was putting in the legwork to mold a nice misogynistic bf for myself over time (encouraging to grope me when no ones looking, call me embarrasing diminutives in front of friends, take initiative with his perversions), but finding out that he felt that way on day one really got me.

Anyways, always remember to suck his dick on the first date and moan for him to degrade you around his head!

Miss the people who used to send me hypno stuff and yucky porn...they gave me some of my favs to rub to and I still think about them

Watch and edge to the over sexualized ASMR where the girls make themselves softcore porn because that's your role model of how woman should be 💜

I want to be a sexy slut for men 💜

Fun fact if you send me porn I'm obligated to show you my cunt

Transphobes and misogynists 💜

Whenever men call me a stupid worthless bitch my brain gets a bit fuzzier

Dreaming of getting throat fucked.

Hair grabbed, boxed in against a wall, a man slamming his cock down your throat. gagging, drooling, crying, and just the degrading act of having a dick somewhere it's not supposed to be. It's there because a man wanted it to be, because he better than you. Each thrust knocks you head back into the wall so you can't even try to pull away from it. Mind getting so drunk off the dominance of a man doing what he wants, using a submissive slut because that's what they're made for.

Rolling Stock

A girl has an experience on a train.

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Jenny hated taking the train because it meant having to go out in public, but sometimes you couldn’t avoid that. Like today. She had to be somewhere, she had no other way of getting there, she had to take the train. Didn’t mean she had to like it. 

A scrawny girl, practically invisible in her baggy hoody and trousers, Jenny found the seat that seemed most isolated, picked the loudest song she had to listen to, and pressed herself as far into the corner as physically possible. If she just went to some kind of happy place it would all be over soon.

Or so was her idea. Didn’t last long. The batteries in her headphones died. Forgot to charge them, left the cable behind. The future sucked.

Things then got even worse because at the next stop Jenny got company in the carriage. A couple. A man and a woman. Well, ‘woman’ - the girl looked to be about her age, but the guy was at least a good few years North of that. Disgusting. And then they sat in the perfect position to be right in Jenny’s eyeline.

And then, the moment the train was off, they started making out.

Or at least that was what Jenny thought at first, but watching (and it was kind of hard not to) she very quickly saw that it was a lot more lopsided than all that, and that the man was basically just groping and manhandling the girl, who obligingly went along with it. Like some kind of doll letting itself be played with.

Jenny wasn’t sure why ‘doll’ was where her mind had gone so easily, but it was probably the way the girl looked. Too perfect. Flawless. Exactly like a doll.

She had to look away, but that couldn’t block the sounds. Even over the click-clacking of tracks the noises the girl was making were obvious, the soft little coos and moans worming their way into Jenny’s ears no matter what. Worse, the occasional, quiet, but still very obvious happy sighs of ‘Daddy’.

Disgusting. Again.

But, Jenny had to admit even if it made her feel guilty, maybe just that little bit exciting. There was something in the breathless way the girl said it. It gave Jenny butterflies, even if she knew it was gross and inappropriate. It was exciting. The girl wasn't putting it on, she meant it. 

Despite herself Jenny looked again. She couldn’t help it.

The man now had the girl sat sideways across his lap, one hand on her bare thigh and the other shamelessly shoved up under her shirt. His mouth was on her neck - teeth grazing the soft skin, Jenny thought to herself with a shiver - and the girl’s head was thrown back, eyes shut, face ecstatic.

Jenny couldn't look away now.

Everything about the girl was wrong. She’d clearly been brainwashed by the patriarchal establishment into thinking she had to look a certain way, be a certain way. She couldn't have chosen to be like that. How else could Jenny explain why anyone would look that way? With the perfectly smooth legs and the tiny skirt? The plunging neckline with the pushed up tits? The makeup? 

Calling him Daddy?

The girl really was a doll, Jenny thought as she unconsciously leaned forward on her chair to get a better look. A doll - like a girl, only better. All the bad bits taken away, all the good bits made even more fun. Everything Jenny knew she lacked (and she was aware of what she lacked, more so the more she looked at the girl), the girl had.

In deciding to become a doll - in deciding to let herself be made a doll, Jenny thought - the girl had…she had…

Everything about the girl was right Perfect. She was everything Jenny secretly wanted to be. She was everything Jenny would have been if she wasn’t afraid. No point in denying it. Jenny had known the instant she’d seen her, she’d just been jealous. The disgust had been a mask and it melted now because she wasn’t disgusted at all, she was envious. She knew that now. Understood it. It was so clear now.

Jenny was just so anxious, so worried all the time, so unhappy. The girl had none of that. She’d had all of that taken away, given it all up. Did this girl look like she read the news? Had opinions? Cares? Concerns? Thought about anything further than what to wear and when she’d be sucking cock next?

It’d be so much better, so much easier…

Not that she noticed, but Jenny was squeezing her legs together and starting to get a little short of breath. She’d moved so far out of the corner and so far onto the edge of her seat that a rock of the train nearly had her slip to the floor, and she had to quickly tear her eyes away so she could regain her balance. She then went back to gawking.

With a jolt, Jenny realised both the man and the girl had stopped doing what they’d been doing, and they’d stopped because they’d seen her staring. Both of them were smiling at her.

“You can join in, if you want,” the man said. Jenny’s face instantly turned bright red, she pulled the (useless) headphones back into place over her ears, shook her head, and squished back into the corner. If she ignored it, it would go away. Just don’t think about it.

Don’t think about how much easier it’d be…

A shadow fell across her. It was the girl. She was holding a hand out to Jenny. She was smiling. It was the smile that got Jenny. The girl knew, she knew. She knew exactly what was going through Jenny’s head because it must have been what had gone through her head once, before her head had been emptied out. 

Trembling, Jenny took the girl’s hand, and allowed herself to be dumbly led over.

The girl sat Jenny down on one of the seats across from and facing the man and then sat down beside her, still holding her hand and taking hold of the other one. She was grinning expectantly at the man for guidance and got a nod, which seemed to be enough. Returning her attention to Jenny, the girl leaned in for what was obviously going to be a kiss.

Jenny hesitated, flinching back slightly.

“I-” she started to say, only to have a slender finger pressed to her lips.

“Shh, no talking,” said the girl

Anything Jenny might have felt like saying poofed to nothing, and any resistance of reluctance she might have had evaporated. The girl kissed her.

By the time it finished Jenny was panting, and somewhere in the middle of it all she’d lost her hoody, too, it ending up on the floor. She had no idea when that had happened, and only barely noticed because she felt the girl's hand on her bare arm. Jenny was trying to scrape together enough thoughts to know what to think about the kiss. 

She failed, because the girl noticed her trying to think and gave her another, quicker kiss. Jenny’s thoughts fizzled, doubly so when she felt the girls soft hands move up under her top.

“It’s good if men can watch,” the girl said.

Jenny’s brain had turned to mush, so what the girl said didn’t really sink in, but what it meant did, and a dumb smile crept across her face. She’d done good. She could feel she’d done good. Been a good girl.

The man reached out and gave the girl a little tap on the head.

“Baby,” he said, and the girl obviously knew exactly what it was he wanted from this as she gave a happy little squeak and a little wiggle.

“Yes Daddy!”

The girl slipped gracefully from her seat and down onto her knees by the man’s feet, pulling a dazed Jenny with her to the floor. With practised ease the girl undid the man’s trousers, and out sprang his cock.

The most experience Jenny had with cocks was knowing they existed. Having one so close was making her heart race. This only got worse when the girl gently took hold of Jenny’s hand and equally gently guided it to the man’s cock. It filled Jenny’s hand. She couldn’t take her eyes off it.

“Just do what I do,” the girl said.

Jenny watched the girl as she leaned in to plant a tender, loving kiss right onto the head of his cock. The man shifted in his seat, and then girl leaned back again and gave a significant look to Jenny.

It seemed to happen in slow motion, to someone else. The cock got closer and closer, so close she went cross-eyed a moment before just closing her eyes completely when her lips made contact.

Sparks popped inside her head

The heat of him in her hand had been one thing. Feeling it on her lips was another thing altogether. A distant part of her seemed to remember having sworn she’d never do this, that she'd found the whole idea degrading and disgusting, but that didn’t seem right just then. She needed to do this. Had to. She felt the girl give her shoulder a squeeze.

“Let him into your mouth. Start slow, but don’t stop,” the girl said.

Jenny did as she’d been told. It just came so easily to her, like it was something she should have been doing all this time, like it had been inside her waiting to get out. A talent. Something she was actually, genuinely good at. Made her feel all warm inside.

Good girl. Good for something. Had a purpose.

“Daddy likes that. Keep going,” the girl said, and Jenny did, but something caught her attention and distracted her. She'd opened her eyes again and just in the corner she'd spotted something. The girl had taken her phone out. With a little gasp and a string of drool linking her lips and his cock, Jenny pulled back.

“W-what are you doing?” She asked breathlessly. The girl giggled.

“Filming, silly. So people can see. So men can see.”

That gave Jenny butterflies, the thought of this moment being captured forever, going where she could never get it back, going entirely beyond her control. Terrifying. But inevitable. And better: people would see. Men would see. 

Groaning, she pushed herself to do better, to make it a little bit of a show. She took him deeper than she had before, deeper than she'd thought she could. She made noises that would have been so, so humiliating if she'd cared anymore.

“Help her, baby," she heard him say.

“Yes Daddy.”

The girl, phone still held rocksteady ine one hand, smoothly slipped from the seat she'd perchedon and got in position behind Jenny, taking her by the head, lacing her fingers through her hair, and, with no warning, started to fuck Jenny’s face onto his cock.

Jenny, head thick, hadn't seen it coming, and the girl was stronger than she looked. There was a moment of panic as her throat was filled and breathing became a struggle, then she felt his cock twitch and heard him stifle a groan, and knowing he was enjoying it made it all instantly perfect.

It was only a second or three that the girl held Jenny like that, but it felt longer. When the girl's hand was removed, Jenny had to pull back again to gulp down some air.

She was unrecognisable from when stepped onto the train. No longer brooding and aloof. Now a drooling, spluttering mess. Now barely able to remember her name. Now only spending a moment to get her breath back before forcing herself back onto his cock, needing to make him feel good again.

Behind her, the girl gave an excited clap.

After that, things got even fluffier. There was the rocking of the train, the clacking of the tracks, and the occasional gag or gurgle from Jenny as she tried to take all of him without help. Between that, her head just bobbed. No thoughts at all, just lost in it.

Then all at once, without warning, the girl was pulling her back.

"Good girl," said the man.

Jenny whined, but couldn't fight the girl off and instead could only watch as the man stroked his cock and, a second later, came on her face. All over her face.

A shiver ran through Jenny, top to bottom, and her eyes nearly rolled back. She'd been good, and now she'd been marked. She gave an empty, braindead groan as he wiped his cock off on her cheek and around her lips.

“Don’t waste that," he said to Jenny, who was a million miles away, swaying in place on her knees as the girl took a selfie with her.

"Ooh, you look so pretty!" She giggled.

There was a little jolt. The clacking had stopped.

“This is our stop. You be good, hmm?” The man said. He gave Jenny a pat on the head. The girl gave her another kiss.

And then they were gone.

Jenny didn't move. She couldn't think to move. Without a cock in front of her she felt lost, small. Just up the carriage a man stepped on. He looked around for a seat. He saw Jenny. Jenny saw him.

She didn't need to be able to think to open her mouth.

hm. misogyny kink stuff is hot until they bring fantasizing about right-wing ideology taking over into it I think. feels a little too real-world threat to me. I don't want the misogyny kink where it's "all women are forced into breeding programs with their rights stripped away" I want the misogyny kink where I'm forced to be a breeding stock stay-at-home wife. maybe not all women are too fragile for independence but I sure am

A male dominated world would be the best.

Grab my tits in public because you feel like it. Because I’m a woman and my only pleasure is for men.

Slap my ass in-front of your friends and laugh at how I blush and flinch.

Rub my pussy on the bus and make my panties wet for the whole day.

I have to wear slutty clothes wherever I go. Short skirts and dresses. No panties. Push up bras. Lingerie.

Pull my shirt down and show off my tits to people on the street so people can laugh at how I’m being treated. And how it’s normalised.

Being grabbed by the underwear, basically being wedgied. Having a good spanking and slaps on the face. That’s what I get for not behaving.

IM HOME ALONE, give me any task!!