[M4F] Paper Tigers were made to be tamed.

Tell me if this sounds familiar.

The world is yours to conquer. Not just that, it's practically your god-given duty to succeed. After all, if you don't, you're just proving a few thousand years of chauvinistic masculinity correct, while disappointing the feminist greats that propped you up. Hell, it's not enough to succeed, you have to excel. Are you really a success if you haven't become a lawyer or a doctor? Moreover, you can't do it quietly. You have to do it loudly. Destination vacations and designer heels and Michelin Stars for you, all on your own dime. It's a way of showing you made it.

Like a tiger baring her claws, you have to show you can stand in a world made by men for men.

But can you, though?

Recall the small things. Every time a man looks at you, he gives the once-over where his eyes rake over your ass and chest before he deigns to offer you his attention. The offhand remarks, like "You should smile more, that top looks great on you" followed by a "Calm down, no need to get emotional." The barrage of microaggressions that remind you of your place.

Or the big things. Come on, girl. The guys' chats where they rate all the girls on how fuckable they look. They bet you give great head, by the way. All the unwanted touches you've had to endure, 'affectionate' spanks and assertive pushes that remind you just how small you are. The boss's smirk as he offers you, such a smart and hard-working girl, a promotion... if you can give him a little something in return.

It makes you mad, right, kittycat? It should make you mad. You're an icon, not a caricature! But can you really say that there isn't some small part that betrays you? A little, mushy feeling in your brain when someone overexplains something to you like you're a silly ditz? A lewd tremble in your knees when you see him push twice your bodyweight with ease? A treacherous urge to obey when someone whistles for you?

Well, tiger, that's a normal thing to feel. That's just instinct and base nature talking. Because it's hard to be all that. To stand in a world made by men for men. So why not sit down. Or better yet, lower? Lower, on your knees.

Just like that.

You don't have to be a tiger with bared claws. Or maybe you never were. Maybe you were just putting up a facade, ready to crumple like paper.

So, if this sounds about right, why not message me... and we can discuss what it means to tame a paper tiger?