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do you feel lucky? menaresuperiorwomenareinferior: truthofmansworld: ownswomen: love that gag and chain set up. Nature presented you with ephemeral chains, cunts, when you were born with that filthy space of lack between your legs. These chains are draped around you constantly, invisibly. They are chains of duty, each link binding you in service to the needs of your Superiors. Each rattle sends an echo through your hearts, reminding you of the role you were born to fulfill. The clinking metal reverberates and reminds you that you were born to serve domestically, cooking and cleaning for Men. The supple bend of the chains slips over you, a phantom, bringing a sigh to your lips as you recall that you serve Men with your flesh, acting as an outlet for Their violence and Their lusts. And sometimes the chains contract, ghostly lengths wrapped about your throat until you feel you cannot breathe; thus are you reminded that your life belongs to your Betters, and your dispensation is not yours to determine. Sometimes, cunts, you will be lucky enough to be appraised by a Man. He will find you wanting, and reshape you to suit His needs and His whims. And then, if you have lived up to your destined potential, He will take those ephemeral chains, those phantom links, and make them unarguably real. Only then will you be complete, cocksuckers. Keep her in the kitchen… -- source link