Humiliation Task.

    Time to make you sound dumb. No one takes you seriously anyway, lets help reinforce their beliefs about you. You should be abandoning all your friends for porn anyway, they distract you.. This will help them distance themselves from a dumb loser like you. 

    Go to your phone. Click on settings, then general, then keyboard. You’re going to sound so so dumb after this, no one will want to hang out with a loser like you. 

    Firstly, click off to auto-capitalization, auto-correct, check spelling, predictive and smart punctuation. You’ve relied on these aids for so long, your punctuation and spelling are going to seem piss poor compared to normal people. But maybe you’re naturally good at spelling, even with auto correct etc providing assistance etc. People won’t think you’re dumb, you just made a mistake or two. That won’t do. We need to punish you for spelling correctly, for not being dumb. 

    Click on text replacement. We’re going to change your vocabulary so that if you choose to spell a word properly, your phone will change it into something dumb sounding. The only way not to change it is to spell it wrong. You’ll have to choose, send a text that sounds like it was written by a 16 year old girl, or a text by someone who doesn’t know how to spell or use basic English. Either way, people will be laughing about you behind your back, judging you. And you’ll be jerking off to the thought of it. Oh, and as you write, some things that change wont be grammatically correct. Don’t delete it. If you wrote “if you want to” and it comes out “if u wanna 2″ then that’s how it is. So dumb sounding. Perfect for a dumb loser like you. Never use delete any more. Keep all your mistakes in.

    In the phrase section, you’ll write the new replacement word. In shortcut, you’ll type the correct spelling of the word you meant to type.

    Your list of words to input are below. Once you’re done, jerk until your almost leaking. Write a text to the hottest girl in your contacts, choosing whether to spell a word wrong and sound  like an illegible idiot or spell it right and sound like a brainless bimbo. Then hit send. Goon knowing she’s confused as fuck deciphering your text. Phrase          Shortcut

    amazee   -   amazing ny   -   any ny1   -   anyone r   -   are 8   -   ate b   -   be hawt   -   beautiful bcuz   -   because thinkin bout boys n stuff   -   bored booooring   -   boring kewl   -   cool deffo   -   definitely stoopid   -   dumb evry   -   every evry1   -   everyone 4   -   for gawd   -   god hiii   -   hey ewww, gross   -   horrible well jel   -   jealous no   -   know lil’   -   little liek   -   like luv   -   love #blessed   -   lucky $$$   -   money KK   -   OK 1   -   one bae   -   partner/wife/husband/boyfriend/girlfriend (|Do it for each one) ppl   -   people purr-fect   -   perfect pix   -   picture plz   -   please probs   -   probably rando   -   random super   -   really was like   -   said so like   -   so sum   -   some soz   -   sorry totes   -   such thnx   -   thanks the, um,    -   the 2   -   to ur   -   your fugly   -   ugly wanna   -   want wat   -   what wiv   -   with u   -   you ,like OMG!!!!   -   ! ?????   -   ?


    would luv a full dictionary wiv more words to replace, like OMG!!!


    I was shook when I saw how many words were changed in my conversation I had. I can't even imagine more words, but I'm keeping my autocorrect on and will add more if someone gives me more rules and replacements.

    "hiii do u no when u r going 2 b at the, um, place????? bcuz evry1 is going 2 b there at liek 1. i super don't wanna 2 drive so like could i go wiv u????? KK thnx,like OMG!!!! plz let me no wat i'll owe u 4 gas and totes

    This is the new me. The real me. What once was male and Western and decadent and confused is now feminine, obedient, focused, dedicated to service, and thoroughly Muslim. My Muslim master, my new husband, praised Allah at the sight of another pair of blue eyes opening to Islam, and at another white former male now bathed in feminine beauty and subservience as a feminized muslimah.

    Yes, my name is now Ameera. It means “princess,” and I wear it with pride. It was assigned to me by the wonderful, amazing Arab stallion who found me and conquered me in the name of Islam. I once had a masculine Western name, of course. I had a wife of my own. I had what I thought was freedom.

    All of this happened by accident, or so I thought at the time. I found a website dedicated to cross-cultural sharing. I soon joined a discussion about Islam led by a brilliant gentleman from Dubai. Not only was he handsome and clearly well-educated, he had this inner confidence that I simply found irresistible. I looked forward to our group chats and learned more and more about his culture, his religion, his language. As such things often do on the Internet, over time others lost interest, but I remained. As he teased me later, he could tell that I was already smitten with him. And I was. I drank deeply from the well of knowledge that he offered. Soon our brief weekly sessions became daily sessions together on Skype. I readily absorbed his lessons and began to turn to him more and more for advice. His persuasiveness and the force of his logic were inescapable, and I began to take comfort in his leadership, and in allowing myself to be led.

    I turned myself over to his instruction. His praise became like a drug to me. He made changes to my diet. He insisted that I exercise strenuously. He instructed me in modesty and poise and grace. He explained these changes as the role of a novice or initiate, but he later revealed to me that he had purposefully groomed me for my new feminine future. He said that he had business in my city and would come to visit. My heart leapt and I readily agreed to meet him. At last I gazed into his eyes across a small, intimate dinner table at a very expensive restaurant. He ordered for both of us. As he told me later, I actually blushed.

    After our dinner, he stood first, then helped me with my chair and took my hand. He led me from the restaurant and through the hotel lobby with my hand in his. He told me that he knew that I was in love with him. How could I deny it? He drew me into the elevator and then into our first kiss. Later, he roared his approval as his proud Islamic cock breached my defenses, as he claimed my maidenhood. All of his instruction had served to prepare me to become soft and yielding in his arms, to accept his leadership over my mind and body. On that night, he became my Arab stallion and I became his mare.

    That was the beginning of a long and torrid love affair that soon will culminate in marriage. Under his leadership and guidance, I left my wife and left my Western ways behind. He gently but firmly guided me through my conversion to Islam, as well as my conversion from white American male to gentle, docile, obedient, feminine muslimah. I left my employer and became a contractor to his giant multinational corporation, which allowed me to change my mode of dress from male business casual to the lovely and far more appropriate abaya and hijab, not to mention the regimen of feminine beauty necessary for me to be appealing to my Muslim boss, master and fiance. He traveled to the U.S. and I travelled to the Middle East and Europe to meet. He made beautiful, vigorious, exquisite love to me over and over again in the most luxurious of hotels. He trained me to become his insatiable sexual plaything, tirelessly devoted to his pleasure. Thoughts of him, of his handsome face, of his supremely masculine body and devastatingly powerful Arab cock, filled my desires. At every turn, I followed his instruction to find purpose and knowledge and comfort in Islam.

    Months later, I found myself on a flight to Dubai, sitting next to my man, my head and body hidden under luxurious silken garb, showing only my face, which had been expertly made up with formed eyebrows, eye shade and liner, foundation and blush, and demure but appealing lipcolour. Feminine but not provocative heels on my feet. Fingernails manicured. Legs crossed as I rested my scarf-covered head on my soon-to-be husband’s shoulder. Beneath my abaya, I am shaved smooth and perfumed. My penis is locked in a cage that bears my husband’s name and words of praise to Allah. It, like the rest of me, now exists only to serve my husband and master. We will be married and I will keep his home, cook his meals, and be his devoted and adoring servant. I am Ameera, a feminized male muslimah.

    I hope you have enjoyed my story. Please write or message me at Join the Revolution, sisters. Write your own story and share it. Together we can advance the Sexual Jihad.

    He was the perfect gentleman. I was in awe of his accomplishments. A brilliant and successful businessman with degrees from the finest schools in Europe and the United States, he was a formidable presence. He spoke several languages, including his native Arabic. Darkly handsome, dashing, suave. At the time, I thought of myself as a straight but possibly curious man. Open minded, as it were.

    I was instantly swept up in his power when we met at the conference on the West Coast. I was far from home, on my own in a beautiful city, away from the wife and kids. It seemed so natural to fall into conversation with him and hang on his every word. It was natural as well to continue our conversation in his luxurious hotel suite overlooking the city. Something about him and his demeanor and self-confidence made it seem perfectly natural to do whatever he wanted to do. Before I knew it, I was naked and kneeling before him, taking immense pride in making such an incredible, worldly man gasp and swear in Arabic as I took more and more of his thick cock in my then-virgin throat. Little did I know that I had inadvertently taken the first step down a long road that would lead me to converting to Islam and becoming his bride.

    He was like a drug. His every word filled my mind. He was a force of nature. It felt right to let him lead, let him do the thinking, follow along in his wake, grateful for his attention. After that first evening, he made love to me repeatedly. Relentlessly. The part of me what was straight became a distant memory. I lived for him now. For a time, he was content to have me as his remotely controlled plaything, a dalliance for him to enjoy when he was in my East Coast city on business. He knew that he had but to call or email and that I would soon be beneath him, naked and moaning, begging and pleading, pledging my devotion to him. He praised my obedience, my growing skills at pleasing him, and my tight, accommodating pussy. When he raised the subject of a deeper commitment to him, I didn’t even think. I couldn’t. At the time, he was ravishing me, pounding me into the king-size mattress, proclaiming his ownership of me, reveling in my moans and sighs and acknowledgement of his supreme power.

    He explained that our arrangement was not that unusual. Throughout history, naturally weak and submissive whites have succumbed to more powerful, more masculine, dominant Alpha Male Muslims. Having wealth and privilege in the Muslim world, a man like him has certain leeway in his personal life, and the acquisition of a submissive, feminized white male wife was among them, so long as I converted and strictly obeyed the customs. He explained this to me in the afterglow of our lovemaking as I lay there, spent and enthralled. He intended to have me, to take me from my family and job, not to mention my culture and homeland, and turn me into his muslimah wife. As he explained this further, he spooned me from behind. His thick, Arab cock grew and thickened and poked my soft, white ass. His knowing fingers manipulated my tender nipples. His hot breath at my ear whispered promises of untold pleasure, and my deep submmission and obedience.

    I agreed.

    He assigned me a new name, Ameera. I accepted it gladly.

    Now I wear the hijab and the abaya. Underneath, I wear deliciously feminine lingerie. My face is kept pretty, yet understated. My nails are manicured and pedicured. My body is kept smooth and silky. My man demands femininity and elegance. I am, of course, kept in chastity. Above all, my sexuality belongs to him, now and forever. It is not for display. My body belongs to him, in a very deep and real sense. The merest look from him causes me to flush and anticipate his touch and his cock. My heart flutters when he speaks my new name, my true name.

    It is deeper than mere romantic love and affection. I am his prize. His wife. I am living proof of his dominant intellect and Alpha Male prowess. I do as he commands. My old life is gone. Now there is only Ameera, wife and muslimah.


    Join the Revolution. Succumb to the Sexual Jihad.

    What I want

    I want to be feminine, to hear the clicking of my heels, as I walked, to feel the swish of my pantyhose as my nylons rubbed together on my smooth thighs, beneath my Niqab, I want heavily-styled hair and heavy earrings brushing my neck, my shoulders feeling the pull of my breasts in my bra, tasting lipstick on my lips and smelling my perfume, make up and hairspray. I want it, more than anything. I want to be practically indistinguishable from any other scared and timid muslimah woman into this foreign country. I want to be meek, soft, and demure. The kind of girl one would look at and see her eyes downcast, the gentle heaving of her shoulders, the soft barely audible sobs, and the tears, yes, that wonderful trickle of humiliation - so sweet and helpless. Often crying; the tiny rivulets streaming down my cheeks. I want the world to see me not just a bit womanly, but utterly feminine and ask: how could anyone in their right mind consider this creature male - dressed as she is and crying like a girl?


    Which type of cunt are you?

    A. You look innocent. Somewhat classy, but deep inside, you have sick twisted fantasies and it makes you wet, just knowing how filthy you really are. How no one has a clue about it. You know you are sicker and filthier than most girls. Message me and say “I am sick, daddy” if you belong to this category.

    B. You’re a nympho slut. A sex-addict. A cumwhore. Even while you function and do your daily chores, being filled, fucked and used is the only thing on the back of your mind. You pretend to be classy, but secretly you’re a wet mess all fucking day. Sex is the only thing on your mind. You could feel your pussy all day long, if you wouldn’t have to do chores. Just need the right man to use you and keep you on his leash, all day long. Message me and say “Break me, daddy” if you belong to this category.

    C. Humiliation. That’s what makes you cum. Being treated like trash. Being called names. Pissed on. Slapped. Treated like a fucking sex object with all dignity and self respect taken away. You feel guilty later on, after you’ve been used. After you cum. Yet within a few hours, you’re craving that degradation again. Caught in the vicious cycle again and you know there’s no escaping now. You’ll never be able to cum to a “nice” guy again. Don’t need them either. Message me and say “I am trash, daddy” if you belong to this category.

    D. You have a Husband. A boyfriend. A lover, yet here you are. Cumming to rough, degrading porn. To women being used like shit and half wishing it was you. Your partner has no idea you’re here and nor is he kinky or wild enough to use you like this. Fucking need to cheat on him secretly and be used. You need daddy to use you like you were made to be used and cheating only makes this cunt drip more. Message me and say “make me cheat, daddy” if you belong to this category.

    E. No strong father figure in your life? Even when you had one, you were neglected. Making you attracted towards a strong father figure from an early age. You want to call a guy “daddy” before doing everything in your way to please him. That’s how you’ll earn the affection you never got. You’re broken now and you’ve got daddy issues, but you’ve embraced it. Message me and say “You are my daddy” if you belong to this category.

    F. You want to be controlled, from what you think about to what you wear. Tasks and rules complete you. You want to be brainwashed. Corrupted. Left an addict by daddy till the point that you can’t say no, even when you want to. You act normal, but deep down inside you just want to be an owned, braindead sextoy. Once a good girl, now reduced to nothing but a vacant look and gaping holes. Message me and say “Brainwash me, daddy” if you belong to this category.

    Think I missed out on a category? Let me know and I’ll put that up too. Choose a max of two categories which suit you best and let daddy know.


    Tell me, little ones


    Brainwash me Daddy

    I’d literally fake a suicide and move anywhere to live with a daddy Eat even more hormones and feminize myself even more, give daddy control over my bank account and be a princess pornhub star to pay for his new car and my new tits, clothes, botox i’d leave everything behind to be his barbie and never leave his house, worship him as my god and literally pray at daddies feet every day i want this so much and i’d do anything to be his barbie basement bitch <3 i won’t stop feminizing until i look 100% perfect and plastic

    Cleaning as a sissy task

    I’ll just admit that I hate cleaning, however since I’ve edged and denied myself for a week, I decided it would be great idea cleaning my place wearing chastity and my largest plug. I feel so horny and frustrated with the plug filling me, and the fact that I have to keep it in, until I’m done, which will certainly take a few hours, doesn’t help.

    I’ll be sure to treat my sissy ass to a long fucking when I’m done - At least I’ll have plenty of time to decide if I should finish with a self-facial, or extended denial.


    On being made dumb

    Why do I like the concept of being a Bimbo? Of intelligence play? Of being made dumb?

    It’s because my brain is always full. I’m always worrying if Master truly loves me. Am I enough? Am I making good choices? Do people actually like me? How can I live in a country like this with this current political climate? Where else could I even imagine going? Ahhhhhhhhhhhh

    It’s the smart people that want to be made dumb. It’s an escape. It’s a certain form of freedom being able to exist in the moment. No mental consequences. No worrying. No anxiety. Just being alive and free.

    Using hypnosis to achieve this state is almost magical. Your brain finds the pathways with some initial hypnotist prompting and then you carve your intent into your trance. You create and form the pathway into a Bimbo state, just like repeated experiences with trance itself make it easier and easier to get into a trance in the future. Becoming a Bimbo becomes an escape from reality, and your own mind.

    So, yeah, I like being made dumb. I could use an escape right about now anyways…


    Reblog this if you are currently single and looking for top male dom and your DMs are open. Doing this well increase your chances of finding the right man as they will also see this post if it gets spread around a lot.

    Reblogging this declares that you are a total bottom Sissy looking for a Dom and your DMs are open.

    im begging you to own me and for me to be your sissy. for my  21 years of life ive wanted to be a girl im willing to humiliate myself get fucked by men  to be used by men,. i want to be men’s perfect bimbo so they can do whatever they want to me and i will love it, im willing to give up my pathetic life to serve by your side. im niothing more than property. ive wanted to be kidnapped owned feminized and molded physically and mentally into the perfect bimbo girl. im only started being a sissy so i only have a dress and a bra but im to go to the extreme just to be a girl. I dreamt of sending you a picture of my face and directions to my work. Have you drive there with either a needle filled with something that would knock me out or a rag with chloroform and drag me in your vehicle. Tie my legs and my hands behind my back. Tape my mouth shut and store me in a shed or warehouse or whatever. Starve me to get my skinny and then make me forget everything up to that point. Make me believe I’m your daughter or property and then bimbofy me

    101 ideas to make Your slave feel Owned (i.e. loved)

    One of the main factors for subs or slaves in feeling truly Owned, is to be constantly reminded throughout the day of their Master’s control. These reminders can be subtle or really obtrusive. The more often a slave is reminded of her submission, the deeper it becomes….and the more fulfilling. So here are some ideas You might want to try… And no matter what rules You decide to make Your own, please….be consistent. If You are unwilling to take the time to enforce the rules You make, then there may as well be no rules at all. There is nothing in the world that will make a slave feel less loved than to have a Master/Mistress who ignores her transgressions and does not exert Their Dominance.

    1. Have her wear slave bells. The constant soft jingling of the bells is soothing and a certain reminder of her submission.

    2. When she has broken a rule, talk to her as You punish….and make her speak in detail about why what she did was wrong.

    3. Make her take her shoes off every day as soon as she enters Your house.

    4. A beautiful, special collar will make any slave joyous. Take the time to select the right one, and have her wear it as often as possible.

    5. Have her call You each day at a specified time, no excuses.

    6. Give her anklets and tell her she must wear one of them every day, no excuses.

    7. Whenever possible (i.e. no curious young-uns about), have her kneel before You and ask to accompany You upon the furniture.

    8. Choose her hairstyle and go with her to get it cut to Your specifications.

    9. Whenever possible (i.e. no curious young-uns about), have her display herself whenever You come into the room…..legs spread, shirt unbuttoned. No matter what position You take, she is to be sure Your view is unobstructed

    10. When around the kids or vanilla friends/family, make sure she has an alternative title for You besides Master…..such as “my Love” etc.

    11. Use her sexually in a rough, selfish way when You feel like it….interrupting whatever she was doing.

    12. Chose a food that she dislikes and have her eat a small portion every day for a week.

    13. Have her crawl to bed each night.

    14. Bring her a stuffed animal each time You go out of town.

    15. Choose her clothing each day.

    16. Have her get Your daily wardrobe ready for You the night before….laid out, ironed etc.

    17. After punishment, have her kiss Your boots and thank You for loving her enough to correct her.

    18. Have her bring a warm towel and wash and massage Your feet each day after work.

    19. Get her tattooed (Your choice of art and location).

    20. Get her pierced (or preferably if You are trained, do it Yourself).

    21. Get her branded.

    22. Respect, but push her limits.

    23. Ask her each night what she did that day that You would not have approved of. grin This gets her in the habit of being completely honest, and also makes her conscious of the things she could do better each day.

    24. Teach her exactly how You want her to kneel, and demand perfection.

    25. Reward her by allowing her to please You sexually.

    26. Supervise her workout routine.

    27. Each night she is to kneel next to the bed asking permission to sleep with her Master, and each night she does, she is to kneel by the bed in the morning and thank her Master for the privilege.

    28. Have her polish Your boots weekly, on her knees at Your feet.

    29. Negotiate until you are both comfortable with the terms and then sign a contract.

    30. Giver her a writing assignment: “The definition of Pain - 1000 words”

    31. Have her keep a diary of her journey into submission.

    32. Instruct her that she may never get herself something to eat or drink in Your presence without first asking You if You want something.

    33. Some evenings, keep her on a leash and take her with You no matter what You do….even if You do not speak to her or include her in Your activities.

    34. When appropriate, she is to speak when spoken to.

    35. Reward her by giving her delicious pleasure.

    36. On occasion, share her.

    37. When it suits You, instruct her not to make eye contact with You without Your command.

    38. Have her keep her body clean shaven at all times.

    39. Conduct random inspections of her body to make sure she keeps herself to Your specifications.

    40. Make her wear a butt-plug under her clothes whenever she goes out alone.

    41. For transgressions: have her write Your name on the bottom of her foot and tell her to remember she is walking on You with each step. (This is harder to do that You might think….)

    42. Master the art of the meaningful piercing stare…..

    43. Give her reading assignments.

    44. Test her on the reading assignments, to make sure she learned the appropriate lessons from each.

    45. Instruct her to keep her toenails painted perfectly everyday, and check to see that they are before bed

    46. Make it her responsibility to put the toys away after play and punishment, and to keep them clean and neat.

    47. Reward her by letting her name her favorite scene, toys, etc.

    48. Call her Your slut, Your pet, etc.

    49. Have her make a list of the 10 things that make her the most self-conscious, uncomfortable or embarrassed.

    50. Work with her, having her do the things on the list (if possible), so that she conquers those fears and hesitations.

    51. Sometimes, pamper her…..wash her body and hair, having her remain perfectly still as You turn her and move her about.

    52. Hand feed her like a small child on occasion.

    53. Have her eat from a dog bowl on occasion.

    54. For transgressions: make her wear a sign to the next public function naming her crime. (ouch)

    55. Praise her dedication when she has pleased You well.

    56. Instruct her that she is never to touch Your body without permission.

    57. Have her write a meditation about her submission, devotion and trust in You….to be said aloud each night before falling asleep.

    58. Some days allow her no clothing whatsoever (when practical).

    59. For transgressions: deny her play. No pain for you, bad girl….hehehe.

    60. In the same ilk, For transgressions: deny her orgasm…..give her sex, but she can’t cum.

    61. For transgressions: Command that she is to be silent for a week. She may not speak, and will take whatever pain or pleasure You give as silently as possible.

    62. Treat her like a pet in front of friends, making her present herself, turn herself, etc.

    63. Giver her a writing assignment: “The definition of Obedience - 1000 words”

    64. Have her wear a toe ring.

    65. Tell her one morning that she must cum for You 15 times that day, and then write about the day.

    66. Have her wear nipple clamps under her clothing out to dinner.

    67. On Your birthday, let her receive Your spankings.

    68. Spend time training her how to move gracefully to please You.

    69. For transgressions: stand her in the corner like a 3 year old.

    70. Always flog her after completion of a task, even if it was satisfactory. A well flogged slave is a happy slave.

    71. Speak about her as if she were not present.

    72. For transgressions: deny her any D/s at all for a week…..letting her do just as she pleases, not allowing her to serve You in any way, no punishment, no instruction, no play, banning titles of respect, etc. This will shame her and certainly make her strive to please You when it is over and she is in her place again.

    73. Defend her honor to those who would disrespect Your prized possession.

    74. Pet her often.

    75. Make her be webMistress for Your huge site, DallasBDSM. hehehehe

    76. Whenever possible (i.e. no young-uns about), have her sleep in a cage.

    77. Buy her sexy or slutty clothes to Your liking.

    78. Teach her things….expand her knowledge… a patient Fatherly way.

    79. When You are away, call her and have her masturbate for You.

    80. If You choose to play with others, make sure Your slave knows who is first in Your heart…..and that some things are just for her.

    81. Remember her birthday.

    82. Lead her with a loving fist in her hair.

    83. Wake her each morning with an assigned task for the day…..and make sure it is done by day’s end.

    84. Teach her patience.

    85. Videotape Your sessions and watch them together.

    86. On long trips, have her wear double dildo latex underwear.

    87. Hand feed her chocolate.

    88. Have her place her regular wear shoes in a line by the front door. They should be in a straight line with the laces tucked inside, or the buckles buckled. Inspect them periodically.

    89. Keep a list of her transgressions in a little book….let her slip for a while…thinking You are not noticing…..then one day, bring out the book and have a day of atonement.

    90. Tickle her just because You can.

    91. Have her be perfectly still and quiet while You bring her extreme pleasure…..when she moves or makes a sound punish her then return to the pleasure.

    92. Keep her locked in her collar when You are home. You place it on her…..having her kneel. Wear the key to the lock around Your neck.

    93. When possible, have her cook and serve Your dinner wearing nothing but an apron and collar.

    94. Buy her a Polaroid camera and give her assignments to take pictures of herself for You in certain outfits or positions, etc.

    95. Remember to kiss and caress away her tears.

    96. Don’t be afraid to bring her to tears, for they are Yours as well.

    97. Take her and the dog to the park, both on leashes.

    98. Caress her, whisper into her ear that You love her, nibble on her belly, lick her thighs and make love to her until she cries.

    99. Have her fall asleep with Your cock in her mouth and tell her You expect it to be there when You awake.

    100. Occasionally, fulfill her fantasy.

    101. Master’s word is the last word.


    102. Make sure that she is safe at all times….when with You and when You are apart (to the best of Your ability). Keep her vehicle in good working order, make sure she has emergency money and a cell phone to call for help if needed.

    103. Be consistent.

    104. Take the time to talk to her…..learn her fears, her dreams and fantasies. Use Your knowledge.

    105. When You go out of town, forbid her to shave her sex. Shave her Yourself when You return.

    106. Specify exactly how she will address You in private and in public.

    107. If You are willing to correct her each time she forgets until it is a habit, have her refer to herself as “this slave” or “this girl” etc.

    - author unknown

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