#stepford wife

[stepforddoll]

[daisylolezzi]

[stepfordgentleman]

Stepford Gentleman's list of nonsexual forms of domination for dominants

-Ordering for your sub at a restaurant

-Choosing sub’s outfit for the day

-Giving a bedtime

-Corporal punishment for bad behavior

-Instructing the submissive to write your name somewhere on their body daily

-Training sub with non-verbal cues

-verbal cues to correct unwanted behavior in public

-sub must be at a certain distance & position when in public

-Training sub how to greet you(on call/in person)

-Sub must wear a collar/necklace w/your name/title on it

-Scheduling hypnosis time

-Choosing and/or putting sub’s shoes on for them

-sub must ask permission before speaking

-sub must ask permission before entering/exiting a room(could be in public, a designated play/comfort room, at home, etc)

-Sub may only sit on the floor, on a cushion, in a designated chair

-Scheduling exercise time for sub

-Scheduled chore time

-Controlling their alcohol intake(when they can get drunk, if they can’t get drunk, cutting them off)

-Monitoring water intake

-monitoring screen/phone time

-Monitoring a submissive's outfits while out

-scheduling a time daily/weekly for sub to sit on their knees in silence, repeating a predetermined mantra

-Instructing sub to complete scheduled chores in a required uniform

-serving Dominant drinks/food

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Let's add some more in the reblogs...

[educating-bimbos]

[secretlytranced]

Being such a good little housewife today baking dozens and dozens of Christmas cookies! I'm all cute and covered in powdered sugar and feeling like such a good girl! Service is Purpose 🥰💫

[glamnessaaumisc]

Preview of the New Fanfic

I draw fanfics of the darnedest things.

I'm still working on my CatCF and FNAF fics, though.

The fanfic is out now btw.

[blankandhappytales]

One day you'll find your local hair saloon has been brought out by an evil mind control corporation, and you'll wonder why everyone enters as themselves but exits looking like a Stepford wife. You might even pluck up the courage to press your nose against the window, hands cupped to block out the sun, and stare at all those pretty, proper women staring blankly ahead as they sit under their hair drying hoods, headphones on, being prepped for auction as future wives to the rich and powerful.

Horror wars with jealousy inside of you. Alarm with lust.

You know what's being done to them - their personalities eroded away in a haze of hair spray and lipstick. Fresh behaviors and obedience implanted in their place. Maybe there's still part of them that exists under all the brainwashing and nineteen-fifties housewife alterations.

You certainly hope so.

Enough to appreciate what has befallen them. To resist just long enough to eek the process out, before surrendering and tipping over into their new mindsets.

Swishing in their long dresses as they exit, giggling and gossiping between themselves.

Stopping to observe you.

Making your cunny quiver as they look you up and down, subconsciously weighing up your suitability.

You've seen it happen - watched it without stepping in. The newly transformed Stepford Wives marching in with a dazed looking girl between them. You don't know what you want more - for them to find you worthy of conversion, or for them to pass you by.

Your heart skips a beat as one pretty redhead in her beehive hairdo speaks. "You know, you'd make an excellent blonde if you gave it a go. Tell you what, why don't I take you back in and introduce you to Sandra?"

You could run... But why would you want to, when you could have everything you've ever dreamed of, but wouldn't admit to?

[notsomodernwoman]

[misstranci]

Don't worry darling. You won't remember this anyway. 💖

[HQ version]

[stepforddoll]

[i-want-men-i-cant-have]

Will you do more slasher yandere? I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!! I wanna see us graduated with a house, wedding, and 7 kids. I wanna be his lil stepford wifey!!!!!!!!!! 🙈🤰👩‍🍼👶😭

🤰-anon i was so confused for a second before i reread the fic. i was staring at my screen for a solid second questioning my life. i was like, “7 kids… tf?”

[part.1]

yan!slasher who makes feels so young around you. he can still remember your wedding just a few years ago.

yan!slasher who will always love your oldest the most, having luckily caused the shotgun wedding. oh, he'll never forget that fear in your eyes, tears threatening to spill, proclaiming you were still a virgin. it was honestly because your period was late, and it was a joke to check.

yan!slasher who felt some remorse. he promised to wait until you were married, and he thought he had the patience- just when you look like that, was it honestly his fault? he's been waiting since high school just for this very moment. you can't exactly blame him when those hormones he's been trying to keep down just come to bite him later on.

yan!slasher who decides you both and your 7 little dwarfs should move to a gated community in the midwest, each house bearing shutters on windows and white picket fences. grass that could rival the country club a few blocks away, and those beautiful flowers you loved so much so he loved them so much.

yan!slasher who was honestly being generous. i mean, the perfect town and house for the perfect nuclear family, who wouldn't want that? sure a woman like you should never be confined to a kitchen, for crying out loud you have a degree, but think about your 7 children. they needed a mother in their life. their father is a hard worker after all he can pay the bills so the children can have a mother.

yan!slasher who worried about your loneliness. you did need some friends from moving into such a beautiful community. why not invite some women over? he made sure to buy only the best house available just for your family to be the envy of the town. the wives immediately wanting to have tea once your husband and perfect children were gone.

yan!slasher who, of course, caught wind of mrs. rothschild. how could she say such horrible things? ‘her lawn needed some mowing, and did you see her shoes? ugh, I saw that wear and tear from a mile away. she’s such a- excuse my language, whore. she just married him for his money.’ who did she think she was? she was just an unfertilized old hag wishing to relive her youth! she was jealous of you and your perfect family!

yan!slasher who almost jumps on her the moment those words spill from her sagging red-painted lips. he continued driving the golf cart on the green, trying to contain himself, the past he desperately was trying not to relapse into. but at the same time, did her family even need her? he’s heard the rumors from the drunk colleagues after work in the bar, how she practically was pouncing on her children when they came home with an a- or anything below. the complete opposite of what a woman should be! she’s the complete opposite of you!

yan!slasher who came to the conclusion mrs. rothschild's family could live without her. a pathetic old woman desperately trying to relive her youth by hating on those with lives oh so much better than hers. yes, she could die; it would be for the greater good. but at the same time, he couldn't fall into his old ways. his family needed him- you needed him. he was the sole provider for your little children, and to think like tha- ‘to think that man even has a wife like her. such a pathetic man.’

yan!slasher who is grateful he kept up with working out. beneath that knitted sweater, white button-down, and expensive pants, it was plainly obvious. of course, he made sure you would remember that whenever all the kids were asleep. you did say you wanted to try for another after all.

yan!slasher who decided that the only way to get rid of mrs. rothschild was to tell you to invite her for tea one-on-one. poisoning that vegan tea she liked oh so much and some sleeping drugs in yours. you and the children wouldn't need to know this side of him, grabbing her hair through that kentucky derby hat, ripping the expensive fabric, and gripping to her hair with his strong fingers, still rough and padded from his days in high school up until now, switching to golfing with his work buddies.

yan!slasher who left a note telling you he was going to work early from some colleagues slacking off, and mrs. rothschild left when you fell asleep. that was all a cover-up for him to leave town for a day or two. he just needed to find that deserted fishing lake his college told him about. that sewage spilling would cover up her pathetic, rotting body in no time. now you could live your happy little stepford wife life with no trouble!

yan!slasher who started slipping up more and more. sure, he wouldn't have wanted this at the beginning. this was a new place, a new year. but it was all for you! why shouldn’t he protect his wife and children? he’s already the sole provider, after all.

yan!slasher who makes sure to dispose of tell the housing committee that anyone who even looked at you the wrong way mailbox was approximately two inches farther than the housing code in section 2-a of the appropriate home guide they would give you on the first day of moving in.

yan!slasher who makes sure you don't know what happened to that woman who said such horrible atrocities about you. some such as your couch wasn’t complimenting the cheese platter you had served last week! so horrible and rude of her! how low do these people get? now, do you know her truly body and soul like him? well, no- you didn't. why should you stay up to date or even notice those beneath you and your wonderful perfect magazine family?

yan!slasher who was surprised when you did ask if she was alright but made sure you don't worry your little head off, darling wife. she was cheating on her husband with the couples' therapist anyway.

yan!slasher who noticed that man who looked at your photo in his wallet a split second longer than he should. he was slacking off at his job! fine reasons for someone to be fired as soon as snatches that position he’s been working oh so hard for! aren't you just so happy for him? don't think you should reward him? have the kids go to their friends' house for a night and let him finally spend some alone time with you, the creaking of the bed frame hitting the wall the whole night, heartbeats intertwining into one?

yan!slasher who was grateful he had chosen such a safe town to live. a gated community was supposed to protect the outside not the inside after all. no one would suspect the nice and peaceful town would be harboring a murderer.

yan!slasher who wondered what the townspeople were thinking. he almost felt giddy at it. but he can't be distracted when his main priority is and always be you.

yan!slasher who is overjoyed when the town decides to host a party to try and brighten everyone's mood. this would be another perfect opportunity to show the community how perfect his pretty little wife is! yes, he wanted to look good, only for you. you were the only one he saw, why should he care about the others? you were the main attraction. he would make sure people would know that.

yan!slasher who let you put some makeup onto him to try and spruce him up a bit. who cares if it wasn’t masculine? he would be hotter than any other man there anyway. besides, he was the only one that had a wife that loved him! how pathetic was it to hate those who have more than you?

yan!slasher who ignores the looks women give him. envy. yearning. desire. if one woman even touched him or, god forbid, a man talk to you, he would just have to rip that cute little esophagus right out of their throat in front of everyone!

yan!slasher who, of course, doesn't. why would he ever subject your eyes to even the thought of blood? but he does cling to you the whole night. you want to talk to some of the wives? oh, no, i don’t think that would be for the best. after all, your husband is right here. he’s been so busy with work, why would you ever want to leave your devoured spouse to spend time with friends?

yan!slasher who, once he hears the rumors going around that he, him, your wonderful loving husband was the one killing people, was over this little town.

yan!slasher who makes sure you didn't try any of the punch or alcohol they were serving. 

yan!slasher who makes sure that you both leave early.

yan!slasher who makes sure to tell the kids to pack up.

yan!slasher who makes sure that he already had everything you needed to leave.

yan!slasher who makes sure to grab a photobook of your family and get everyone in the car. 

yan!slasher who makes sure you don’t check the news on that small town you lived in.

“leaving? no, baby. just take a nap and when you wake up you’ll have a whole new life. i’ll protect you.”

[stepfordgentleman]

Words to live by

[lilwifeynextdoor]

I love being a pretty thing a Man uses to have babies 🩷

Use me to pleasure yourself with

Use me to make your family as big as you'd like

Use me to have something to clean your house

Use me to cook for you

Use me to have something to bring your freshly made food to you

Use me to have a sounding board for your thoughts and feelings

Use me to have something pretty on your arm everywhere you go

Use me to flaunt your status

Use me completely and however you'd like, Sir

[secretlytranced]

Cleaning the house like a good wife!!

A clean house is important.

A productive wife is a good wife.

Service is purpose. I exist to serve.

[glamnessaaumisc]

The Chicken Little Fanfic

Kinda stalled on its progress for a bit bc real life stuff got me busy, but the first part is here! Expect more in the future.

Worry not I'm gonna work on my CatCF fanfic too.

can't believe i actually promised to make this wtf

[stepforddoll]