I used trained AI to help me write the Men’s Agency part, if I use AI for a significant part of my writing I will say so, like here.
ChatGPT said:
Here is your revised manifesto with the updated Men’s agency section seamlessly integrated:
List of Things I Want to Dominate
Men’s hair.
I want a waxing session. If you expect me to masturbate to the thought of you, your body should be smoother than my shame. No tufts, no stubble only submission.
Their breath.
I control your air. Your breath belongs to me. I smother faces, muffle mouths, extinguish auras. You may keep your heartbeat for now but I intend to master that too.
Men’s agency.
You’re not “submitting.” That word implies a fall. In my presence, you are promoted. Like a crisp white shirt that needs hand-washing, dry-cleaning, and pressing. I won’t fold you. I’ll iron you flat. You are not degraded in my company, you are refined. But you will look up to me. Always. I’ll wear the heels on both our feet if I must.
Men’s enlightenment.
Depravity runs deeper in men it’s a well of instinct and filth that women have historically polished to survive. But I’m no longer polishing. I’m carving. Women lose in thumb wars, perhaps, but we’ve got opposable thumbs and power tools. I want to inflict pain physical and emotional. I want redress. I want you to impersonate a jellyfish while I fuck you in the arse.
Men’s authenticity.
I’m tired of wearing the suit of someone else. I hate being nice to men. Let me be me! In return for lots of Titcoin, I’ll permit you to be the vile undercurrent you truly are. Under maximum security. Under my lock and key. Literally. In chastity. I will wear the key inside my latex. So many keys it forms a second skin.
Wealth.
Financial success is wasted on men. Don’t accumulate give, burn, surrender. Under my control, your life gains purpose.
Trust.
I want to tip you upside down and drain your genitals into your brain. Once you yield, I take responsibility for everything. Payment in advance, in case of death by misadventure. I won’t be short-changed.
Sadism.
Yes, this sounds affectionate. That’s the trick. I’m a sadist. I only seem soft when you’re bleeding.
Power exchange.
Who else can reform male behaviour like women can? We’ve contorted ourselves for long enough. Isn’t it time we remoulded you? Remember: the female of the species is deadlier. And now she’s in latex.
Control apparatus.
St. Andrew’s Cross. I want you upside down. Extended suspension is dangerous, but that’s not my concern. I will dance to DJ Fatal Consequences on your corpse. I don’t need strength to kill you. Only your trust. And a maid. In an apron. In a kitchen.
There are more subs than doms. I know. I’m not taking applications. I’m restoring balance. One locked cock at a time.
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