29 [M4F] #Canada/Online - Vent about your hatred of men while you take it out on my head. I want to listen to it all.

Well... This is probably going to be the weirdest post I write up but here goes...

I had the pleasure of chatting with a woman who just loved... I mean really loved... Hating men.

As a man who loves dominant women... But in a more "Knight serving his Queen/Princess" way than in a... "Peasant is a slave for her Majesty"...

This idea of listening... To a woman vent about her issues with men... Just really... Got me off.

I'm sure if you go through my post history, you'll find two major common themes.

1.) I love serving women who know how to manipulate men with their mouths... In more ways than one.

2.) I love being broken and molded to grow obsessed with every single one of a woman's passions, hobbies, and interests. This can honestly be anything, as it's ranged from crocheting to make-up to nails to fragrance houses to outfits to heels to thrifting and so much more... So much more!

But this previous woman I've had the pleasure of chatting with... Well, she set something off in me. She definitely manipulated me.

She definitely broke me by describing just how sloppy I'd be once she was done with me. And as she had me there... Whimpering with every flick of her tongue... Every kiss... And every drop of spit... She would fill my head up with all these constant thoughts of how useless and pathetic men are... How they would be the most beneficial to society by simply being living dildos. She would take breaks from drowning me in her lust... And talk to me all about how I need to be such a better man and take her out to the mall... Spending an entire day shopping.

It was quite hard to resist saying no... Things only got harder when she promised more lust... With one sentence.

She said: "The heavier these shopping bags were at the end of the day... The sloppier this cock will be at the end of this night."

She never let me finish. She never wanted the post nut clarity to settle in. She just edged me for hours and then left me. Always primed. Always ready to go. Always vulnerable to be manipulated further.

She'd clamp down the tightest cock rings and go to town... Torturing me with insane pleasure... Fully knowing that I'd never climax.

This, was pure bliss.

Add in the constant brainwash of her telling me all the stupid things men did to her that week... From lousy interactions that led to manslaining... To stares from afar...

She'd use my cock... And more specifically my head... As the perfect stress reliever toy... Squeezing it as hard as she wanted. Digging her beautiful nails into it. Sloppily devouring it. Biting it. Covering it in kisses.

She would take out all of her frustrations on me... And I learned to love it all.