Shoe Store Girl

Original post by /u/Kill_Your_Ego:

Here’s my current longest spinning plate. She has a beta bux fiance waiting for her while I fuck her whenever I want. Thought this might be a good time for this FR.

Also I don’t care that you might be her beta fiance.

Met 8 months ago. She worked for a company that my company provided services for. She sold shoes. I would see her every week. At work I am the boss. Boss = instant status bump. Every woman wants to fuck that guy who gives her value through fucking his status into her. Women have fantasies about fucking the boss so go be the boss of women. Order them around. They love being ordered around and having to do what you say.

Hell a few days ago I just told a girl “I want your pen. Give it to me.” This is a makeup sales girl. She did, coyly, and I’ve been carrying it around. When you can boss a bitch around it doesn’t take much for her to imagine being bossed into being on her knees with her mouth open. Display your alpha traits by telling a woman what to do and passing her shit tests.

The hamster has power over a woman. Always gotta be spinning that hamster up. Girls run on their drama hamsters. I spun her hamster a bit by telling her to give me her pen and watching her do it. I may try to plate that girl up if I start to run dry. Well she’s hot so I may try to plate her up and soft next a different plate. She clearly wants to be plated up. Probably has a boyfriend though. Just how it is.

Back to the shoe store girl.

I had a few nights working late at her company. She watched me boss people around and her gina tingled up. I started bossing her around and she skimpered around to do my bidding. I didn’t think much of it. She is well over a decade younger then me (I’m breaking the n/2+7 rule BAD), long red hair, dorky girl, and four stupid tattoos who likes playing the Sims (girls like that game). I was pretty much just depressed as shit as it sucks getting your ass raped in a divorce. Still at work I’m as alpha as I can be hence why I am in charge.

After our third night working together over a few weeks I went home and cracked open a beer. At 10:30pm I get a text from an unknown number. “Hey what are you up to?” After a few who is this and what do you want I get her to agree to a movie date. I finger fucked her during the movie and that’s all I remember. Sliding my hands up her skirt and feeling her writhe. I don’t even remember what movie it was. And she blew me in the parking lot. A month later on her third night at my house in my bed I had a real red pill wake up call.

We are sleeping in my bed. She got wind of my bondage shit and wanted to know what it was like. I had spent the day texting her about how I was going to tie her up and fuck her raw. Fuck her mouth until she puked. How she was going to beg for me to finally cum inside of her. And then that happened. And we went to sleep on my bed. Some of my shit is still tied to my bedposts. Around 3am she frantically starts trying to climb over me. Wakes me up in this mad rush of limbs. She stumbles over me and falls out of my bed, no glasses on, and I vaguely watch her fumble for her phone (that isn’t ringing, it’s just vibrating, yet somehow this woke her up) as she freaks out to answer her phone. At 3am.

And I lay there. In my bed. I watch her body go from frantic to just shrugging shoulders. I saw her entire body language collapse as I listened, in silence, pretending to sleep, to her conversation. Watching her fake being tired. I couldn’t really hear her as she was whispering and pretending to be asleep in her room in her condo while she sat in this chair that I’m sitting on while I laid on my bed and pretended to sleep. But I could hear her beta bux fiance. He was loud. This was when I first discovered she had a fiance.

How are you baby? I love you baby! Kisses baby! I can’t wait to see you baby! Sweet dreams baby!

She came back to my bed. I squeezed her tits and then got up and went out of my room for the rest of the night. I had to think about this. I slept on my couch in a robe.

I soft nexted her for a month. I soft next her constantly especially when the shit tests rise. Yet this plate spins on. She has tried to turn me into a beta by whispering into my ear, I love you, after I fucked her for an hour. LOL yeah whore you love me like a woman can. I would be such a good girlfriend to you. No you are a good plate. You clean my house, cook me food, and come over when I want you to come over. Then you leave. Do you ever think about what it would be like if we were married? I had a dream you were my boyfriend. Do you think we’d have cute kids? Etc..

A few days ago she had another “dream” about me. I didn’t even text her back.

I barely hear about the BB fiance. He knows about me. When she talks about him to me I just see it as another shit test. Here are some shit tests she’s given me.

“Jason thinks I should stop eating candy and start working out. He shouldn’t say those things to me. He’s super fat.”

Tighten my abs. Smirk. ‘Yeah he’s right though you should stop eating candy. I don’t want you getting fat on me.’ Grab her, toss her on the bed, and go. No way this fat guy could toss her around like I can. Girls love that shit.

“I’ve been fighting with my boyfriend about money.”

‘Oh he still can’t afford you, eh?’ (clearly he is the beta bux)

Crying. “Jason said he’d buy me this watch I really wanted. I even showed it to him on pinterest!” (She was literally crying about it.)

‘Well we can get drunk and forget about it.’ While I open the bottle of liquor she bought to bring to my house. I will almost never buy her anything. Not even food. I get her to go to the grocery store, buy food, and bring it over to cook.

Shit tests come from every woman. Maintain your frame. At all times. Shit tests will never end. I don’t get many shit tests from her. And if she throws a hard one at me I soft next her immediately.

I’ve discovered shit about her future beta bux. They plan on getting married in two years. He has a bright future as a fat beta. They plan on having children and I’m aware on some level that I could cuckold this guy and have him raise my kid. Though I guess I’ve already soft cuckolded him. He’d be a good dad to my kid. I may do this. Also she is waiting until marriage for sex with this beta. Though he gets blowjobs. He just doesn’t get to fuck her anywhere else. I do whatever I want to her. Just to make sure I can.

And she would love to branch swing to me. But the only benefit I see from letting her shackle me with “boyfriend” status is a little bit of safety to fuck her vagina without a condom. Sex without a condom is the biggest draw for me to get into an LTR now.

I routinely ignore her. I’ll get five texts for every text she gets back. She’s an HB6 face with an HB8 body. I think she has potential to get to an HB9 body. She’s on her way. Sad that so many American women are fat. I’ve been getting her to start working out and this makes her beta happy as well. Which makes her happier with me.

Also I’ve been getting her to learn to suck cock better. She doesn’t have a lot of experience. Just like giving her fiance a BJ every other week when his whining gets bad enough. Anyway she can learn with me. Her beta fiance can thank me later when she gets good at it. I had to teach her to stop using those fucking teeth, only with much restraint, and to take her time. Put her hand on my balls while she works. You betas out there? I’m teaching your fiance how to suck a cock well. You’re welcome. Oiy and the sick porn this girl watches. I won’t even watch the porn she likes anymore. It’s disgusting.

But I’m sure her beta fiance believes she doesn’t watch porn. No she’s a good church going woman.

Oiy I could write a ton about this plate. I show her pictures of other plates and this makes her better in bed and more compliant. Oh! When she finally saw a picture of my ex-wife (gorgeous woman) she was so sad. Told me, “wow she’s so beautiful.” In my head I just sighed and thought, “tell me about it.” But I maintained frame and that was the second most wild night of sex I’ve gotten from her.

One day this plate will spin away. I just don’t care. There are other women out there I can spin up. I have other plates. I am working on spinning more. So you betas, your fiance is coming over to my house, blowing you off, sucking my cock, cleaning my room, making me lunch, and then going home and texting you with “I love you baby.” And I will never give her any of the precious commitment you have shackled yourself into. Be aware of what a HUGE step it is for you to grant any woman your masculine commitment and go monogamous with her. To even be her “boyfriend.” This is a huge investment from you as a man and you need to be very red pill aware.

Accept this reality. This is reality. Deal with it. The patriarchy existed to control men, ultimately. Without a patriarchy to give me the actual chance to have a feminine wife, a good woman, modest, who cooks and cleans, and is a good mother, then why should I not go spin plates forever? You betas are shackling yourself down into a social contract that was burnt away fifty years ago! There is no more social contract between me and you to not fuck your fiance.

I’ll write up a field report on fucking a married woman one of these days as well.

Now go read the sidebar. Go lift. Eat clean. Go jogging. Work on your career. Practice your game Read some paper novels. Spin some plates. Stop posting. I don’t want to hear from you until you have at least one plate spinning. You have better things to do then post here.

Comment #1:

I can’t believe there are so many blue pillers infesting TRP. Even EC’s are writing that I should bow to their morality. Though I’m happy to see their posts are getting erased by the mods. Hell should I not be on alt 10 here I’d be an EC with 10,000 karma from this sub. This sub is going to the shitter.

Shoe Store Girl

I had no intention of texting this plate. Hell I have a much better looking plate (dog trainer girl) who also has a boyfriend (whatever the fuck that even means anymore). I’d rather text her but I’m not gonna text her tonight. This whore got some attention so I could try to demonstrate to all you beta faggots that there are guys everywhere you don’t even know about who are gonna be fucking your girl.

Take whatever you want from this information. Or come bro knight against me.

These taken women? They all want to branch swing up to me. Should I have given them the privilege of turning me into their “boyfriend” (I read this as BB) then I never would have even known that most of them even had a boyfriend.

Take your shaming and shove it up your ass. I don’t care. What do you think is gonna happen? Is some guy gonna come shoot me with a shotgun? LOL.

Yeah and I learned quite a bit of game by reading the messages from the men who were fucking my wife. The only solution for you is to not commit to these whores. Go MGTOW, spin plates, and wait for society to get even more fucked up until we can put a patriarchy back into place.

Comment #2:

Why would she feel guilty? Her BB is still there waiting for her and “him” to have kids. She knows I won’t tell him and destroy her reputation. And she gets to come “visit” with her “friend” and get fucked in my bathroom.

Yeah one thing I do with my plates is take their phone away from them and read their texts. Intentionally. I can’t believe every actual man doesn’t do this. Sure I have to pass some shit tests to do this but I pass them or next her.

This plate seems to have around 8 beta orbiters a month texting her. Three of them are the same guys and they are truly pathetic. Me and one other alpha a month fucking her. Maybe only one other AF every other month. And her BB talking baby talk to her.

Life as a woman. You get 8 orbiters, 2 AF, and 1 BB a month. Cash out.

Oh she has been sad when her other AF have nexted her. I use it as an excuse to fuck her the way I want. To spin her hamster up. I don’t care who fucks her because she is just another whore plate. I care if the chicken enchiladas she makes me are good enough, how nice she is to me while we go driving through the mountains, and whether or not she’ll suck me off in my car while we go look at the autumn leaves.

I’m well aware of how this is no good for society and how one day her BB is going to figure out that she’s getting her AF and a divorce is imminent. He’ll still take care of whatever kids “he” has. I’ve watched this happen. I’m living it. Thank god my divorce rape took place in my thirties. Now I can enhance my SMV and keep plating these young hotties.

Hell this girl couldn’t even buy alcohol when I first fucked her. She can now though. And I do enjoy the pain in my ex wifes face when I let her see my plates.

There is no reason all of you can’t do this as well. You are just living in an illusionary prison.

Solipsism

Original title: A woman cannot tell you how you must proceed. She can only tell you what she wants to experience, by Whisper:

It’s well known that women give incredibly poor seduction and relationship advice. It’s also well known that they are completely unaware of this.

But what if we were to ask ourselves “why”? What is the common thread in all bad female advice that makes them think it’s good? How does it look good advice from their perspective?

The answer is female solipsism.

When you ask a woman for dating advice (not that you should, unless you could use a laugh), she is incapable of imagining how the world must look through your eyes. Therefore, she can only tell you what she wants it to look like from hers.

A woman who says you should do X or Y, therefore, isn’t talking crazy talk. Just self-centered narcissism talk. She’s giving you good information… IF you insert words like “I want it to look/feel like” or “I want people to think” in front of every statement.

Try it as a mental exercise.

  • “Just be yourself” = “I want to look like you’re just being yourself.”
  • “Act natural, don’t force it” = ” I want it to feel natural, not forced.”
  • “Love will just happen when you meet the right person.” = “I want it to look like it just happened without effort, because he was the right person.”
  • “Be honest” = “Sound honest.”

All the quotes on the left are bullshit non-advice. But the ones on the right describe the seduction magic we work to create.

Does it work on other statements women make, too? You bet it does.

  • “I want to be independent.” = “I want to look independent.” (I don’t, however, want to actually take responsibility for myself. That’s hard work.)
  • “I would never do that.” = “I wouldn’t want anyone knowing I did that.”
  • “I am a good person.” = “I want you to think I am a good person.”
  • “I am spiritual, but not religious.” = “I want you to think I am deep, but I do not want you to think I am dogmatic.”

We can see that pretty much every a woman says makes perfect sense if you proceed from the assumption that she is the center of the universe, and hers is the only perspective there is. If we think about, we can even start to have ideas about where female solipsism comes from.

Women are both evolved and raised to deal with people, not things. In the world of things, there is one true set of circumstances, the way things really are. Fail to grasp it, and you can’t get anything done. Your machines don’t work, your bridges collapse, your software crashes and brings down the New York Stock Exchange. But in the world of people, what’s important isn’t what’s really there, but what you can convince other people of.

To a woman, truth = consensus. It isn’t important what’s true. It’s important what you can make people believe. And telling any literal truth just weakens her ability to sell the story she wants to sell.

So when a woman tells you something, she isn’t stupidly unable to know she’s bullshitting you. Nor is she maliciously trying to pull your leg. It’s just that, to her, communication consists solely of people trying to bullshit each other. Any other possible way of communicating doesn’t enter into her awareness. That’s why you can stand ten feet from a woman and scream “What I mean is the literal content of the words I just said!”, and she will look for the hidden meaning in both that statement and the one before.

Someone steeped in that environment has no incentive to imagine what the world looks like from someone else’s point of view. To attempt to do so would be a great weakness, because it would spoil her ability to push her own point of view.

Just remember that almost anytime a woman says “this is” or “do this”, she is actually saying “this is the illusion I desire”.