Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)”― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl
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I enter My hotel room after a long day of meetings and find a sissy slave kneeling in front of My bed.
“Who are you ?” I yell ...”and how did you get in here?”
“Sir, my name is Stella, Sir, ...Master Michael instructed me to wait here for you, Sir !”
“Mick sent you sissy ?”
“Sir, yes Sir “
“But why...? He knows I’m tired and had a long day ..”
“Sir, He wanted me to make you more comfortable Sir. Anything you need Sir ..!”
“Anything sissy ?”
“Sir, yes Sir! ... i can prepare some food for you Sir, cook you a meal ...or hand wash your clothes and iron them...or clean your room and bathroom Sir !”
“That’s it sissy ? Nothing else ..?”
“Yes Sir, you can do what you like with me Sir. you can have me deepthroat you Sir, or you can use my pussy if you wish Sir ...you can whip me long and hard to relieve some tension and stress Sir....chain me up and have me kneel all night or present in humiliating poses to amuse you Sir ...anything you want Sir!”
“Mike is s good friend sissy ...I’m sure you will be more than just fine. If you do well I might decide to keep you “
“Sir, yes Sir! my Master Michael said that i am for sale Sir if you wish to purchase me. i am to ask for $1850 Sir, that’s how much i cost Sir”
“Really, that’s a good price even for an average sissy like you stella. What’s the catch? Are you sick or something ?”
“No Sir ! i have been owned as His property and been trained for 8 years Sir. i am a very efficient cook, detail oriented, a meticulous cleaner, orally skilled and able to take a lot of pain Sir ... if you would like to test me Sir !?”
“No sissy ...I’m sure you will do. If Mike sent one of his stable sissies then you won’t be bad. How and when should I pay for you ?”
“Sir, i am free for 24 hours Sir. you can use me as you wish, no limitations Sir..”
“ you already said that you dumb slave..!! I HATE having to repeat Myself sissy !!”
“Sir, please forgive me Sir!! This slave is sorry Sir for not paying enough attention Sir. Could i ask You Sir to please punish this sissy slave for her mistake and wasting Your time Sir ..!”
I pull out the leather belt from My trousers and shout :
“ On your fours slave !! you will take one hundred lashes ..! But before I make you scream tell Me how I should pay for you sissy ?”
“Sir, you may pay for me by bank transfer Sir. There is a piece of paper with my Masters BIC and IBAN number in my apron pocket Sir...just use them to transfer the amount on your mobile phone Sir. It shouldn’t take more than a couple of Minutes Sir...if you really wish to buy me Sir ??”
“Yeah, why not. I was going to buy a good watch while being here in Switzerland but that can wait.
I don’t have a woman or slave at the moment so you will do just fine to work in My residence back home.
........There, done! ....transfer successful. you are Mine now sissy, My property.!!”
“Yes Master, thank You Master ..,i am yours to do with as you desire for as long as you desire ...”
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( true story!! ...well, almost ...there is one detail that I amended. Can you guess which ?)
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