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FR: Vagio-Conversion Therapy—self-pre-selection and a handful of neck

by max_peenor | February 05, 2018 | TheRedPill

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After reading field report about fucking my mother, I figured I should share what I see as a tangentially complementary field report.

It takes a village

So fellow pill-travelers, let’s rewind to history past, back when your old friend Peenor and his pet dinosaur wingman would comb the watering holes for spry (and defiantly pre-waxing hairy) women to club and take back to the cave. Before I lost my fucking mind and got married, there was this gal I knew. I call her Sugar-tits, because all things aside, she did have some magnificent udders (and this is from an ass-man). Sugar-tits was a sorta-friend, but she was instrumental in me eventually ending up with Legal Cohabiting Female (LCF): I wouldn’t say she introduced us, but she got is in close proximity for the first time. Sugar-tits was a solid 5, fuckable in a pleasant sort of way, but not anywhere near as hot as LCF. As such, she never got my gentlemanly behavior, as I was too busy castrating myself to prove my worthiness as a BB to LCF.

The issue with Sugar-tits was that she wasn’t just the town bike. She didn’t just fuck the whole village. No, she was the bus system for a major metropolitan area. This chick’s bedpost looked like it had a massive termite infestation. Apparently, after LCF and I moved away, she spent the next half a decade racking up the numbers, until one day—drumroll please—she found god. She locked down a BB, praised Jesus and became a whole new person.

Alleluja. Vagina renewed.

You might not remember this, but we fucked.

Before we continue, let’s set the record straight: Sugar-tits and I did not fuck… then. I lost contact with her, but LCF stayed in contact over the years. Many years after I last saw her and during the holidays, Sugar-tits was in the area on business and LCF invited her to a party at our house.

This gal is not the “hide the wine when guests are over” sort of born-again, as she calls it. This was code for it being ok to offer her booze, which as a good host I did during a small party. After some good lubrication, the topic of conversation drifted to the good old days. Sugar-tits didn’t realize that I knew her before LCF and I made the classic “so many men, can’t remember all their faces” joke—obviously calling her a slut. She giggled and agreed she was like that, but then leaned over to me, put he hand on my arm and said, “well, except we didn’t.” Just to fuck with her, I raised my eyebrows. Her eyes got wide and replied, “wait, did we??!?!” She blushed and stammered. It was hilarious. What I didn’t realize is I just planted a tiny acorn that was going to turn into a mighty oak—in my pants.

About 10 minutes later, LCF finds me in the bar and whispers in my ear, “excellent mindfuck” and she laughed.

You know what happens when you feed the puppy?

Let’s talk about mating signals. This has traditionally been a very difficult topic for most men. For some guys, the chickie could rent one of those airplane banners with STICK YOUR DICK IN ME ALREADY, FAGGOT printed on it and they would still be uncertain if she wants sex. Frankly, those guys are lost; if you can’t pick up ANY signal, you better start ordering your anime fuck pillows and fleshlights Women are rarely this obvious, however there are a couple golden tells and one is related to this FR—what I call puppy dogging. This is when a female displays interest by finding all sorts of excuses to be in your proximity and if possible, alone with you.

This does not mean she wants you to rip her clothes off and three-hole her on the spot. No, this is a signal of interest, not consent, and it might be cultivated properly to get to consent.

After the aforementioned mindfuck, I got a new puppy. I went to make a couple drinks—poof, she appeared there. I needed to get more ice from the freezer out back—poof, she appears and discusses how impressive my ice making capabilities are. This goes on for a couple hours and then I get the air raid sirens—poof, the golden tell. I forgot I left some project work in my workshop out and I needed to take care of something or a bunch of my work would have been ruined. I put in some earphones and groove out while I take care of business. Eyes. There were eyes on me. I couldn’t hear anything, but I turned around and she was there watching. She rips one earphone out and puts it in her ear, and asks me about the music. I cannot remember the number of times this one act signaled an impending slime-grind in the gential-regions. It’s a big number.

If you cannot decipher why a women would go out of her way to be with you in any one moment, the reason is she wants to be with you.

Where did everyone go?

So I finish my business and head back to the party, puppy at my heals. For no doubt drunken reasons, my other guests head outside and I didn’t follow. And neither did my puppy. She was finally alone with me and I was not doing anything productive (yes, bitches, sometimes we really just want to finish something before we fuck you). This wife, this mother, this born again gets closer to me. And I make my move. I put my hands around her neck and draw her in for a kiss…

… no you pervs, you aren’t getting any erotic non-fiction here for you to jerk off over later. However, there was one very important detail. In the second it takes me to guide her closer, she goes from 0 to 60, and when lips met she outright shoved her tongue down my throat. She had no idea this was going to happen that night, but it became the only thing she wanted to happen that night.

Now, let’s have a quick aside before someone of you retards earn felony charges. I did not throttle her. I did not choke her out to the floor and piss on her. Sure, there are plenty of women into that sort of stuff, but usually you need to make an appointment for that. No, I gently but very firmly took control of her body and I have found the neck is the absolute best way to do that. There are some women that get triggered from a bad experience, but the vast majority of women absolutely love it.

She was absolute puddles within a minute.

So, Max, what was her pussy like?

This didn’t matter. Victory wasn’t an orgasm. Victory was her completely giving herself to me. At one point, with her hands juggling my nuts, she tells me we should get a hotel room together after she extended her flight. She was vocalizing sex plans—that’s what the “STICK YOUR DICK IN ME ALREADY, FAGGOT” tell looks like. Oh, and apparently she really likes it from behind.

She forgot all about the BB shlub she watched supplicate himself to LCF. Successful Vagio-Conversion Therapy.

But wait, wasn’t there another puppy there.

You absolutely need your dick wet to be able to swallow the pill. The ECs repeat this over and over. You will never see things as they really are unless you uncloud your brain from natural male lust. This particular dick wetting led to an important epiphany.

Yes, I had another puppy dog once and she was at this same party. In fact, I married her. Legal Cohabiting Female was a puppy dog. We both lived in a very large barracks. She lived on one side. I lived three flights down on the other side. One fateful day after my roommate and I finished rearranging the room, a different girl that I was actively fucking showed up to hang out. She was a warm hole—nice body, but very plain and dopey. I largely ignored her as there would be no fucking while my roommate was there. A little bit later LCF showed up (or HPA—hot piece of ass as she was back then). She asked if I had a quarter so she could get a soda from the machine. The machines were on the other side of the building, near her. Ok then. I remembered seeing a quarter on the ground under where we placed a very heavy piece of furniture. I ask my roommate to help me move the furniture again to retrieve the quarter.

You should have seen the look on the other girl’s face, but then…

Boom, headshot. provider behavior. I had a puppy. I converted it into a succubus. Indeed, we did not fuck then. She started fucking another guy (only found out about that by accident AFTER we got married). She only displayed interest again after she found out I was shipping out to the same place she was heading—alone and scared, she wanted to hide under my tree, providing well measured teaspoons of sex to keep me interested in return.

Well fuck.

But why do you care now?

As I have chronicled so many times before, LCF and I have had a long and strange relationship. It is no secret I fuck other women and that was ok. Or at least I thought it was. She absolutely lost her fucking mind when she found out what happened between Sugar Tits and myself. Let’s just say they aren’t sharing Christmas cards any more, but LCF did mutter under her breath she might gift Sugar-tits a chastity belt.

I have not work out yet why she was so pissed. I will agree it was a break in protocol to bring it into the home, but years ago she did it a few times. Yes, I was enraged then, but I can’t help there is more to it. It can’t be just Dread, since I already have other women. So why? I don’t know….

… but something has changed. For the first time in a long time she has been displaying small signals of interest. I responded in kind, because well I am a constantly horny fuck, and she then told me I better not push her away (this has happened) or she “might start caring,” That last being a clear reference to the Sugar Tits incident.  

I don’t know where this is going to lead. Maybe nowhere. I don’t know because I just don’t care. I will do what I do to with women because they are women.

Nothing should change even when things change.

All too often we look for great signs and signals as motivation to act. Blah. As we say here, you should already be on your mission. Signs should be indicators of progress, not a green light. Changing only because of outside stimulus is dangerous business. With respect to this story, I’ve been down this road before. Push the button; get the pellet. In the past I allowed myself to take just enough reciprocation from LCF to make everything seem ok again, and then fall back into that BB little turd that gave her a tree to hide under and a bowl to eat from, while I gave up everything else in my life. Why should she expect any difference? So she will offer the same pellet.

No thank you. No button; no pellet.

There will be no flowers. There sure as hell won’t be a Valentines day card. If she lifts her tail at me, I’ll grab it. After all, she’s just a woman. He friend lifted her tail at me and I grabbed it too. There is nothing special about either of them, nor is there any real reason to reject them. And after all the shit I’ve been through how can that say that, right? Well, no. See, the thing is what it should have been from the very start. I cannot change what I am because of what they do.

I once told LCF after about two years of marriage that I felt she was changing me and I didn’t think it was good. She didn’t respond. I’m sure she danced with glee when she got out of eyeshot…. Conversion works both ways, bitches.

Executive Summary, Max. I’m going to miss my own funeral.

As always, a few parting points and then I’ll let you get back to watching cat videos and planning your next masturbation session.

1- You will almost never successfully convert a lost opportunity that leaves you looking like a loser, but it can happen. Put zero effort into it. ZERO. However, if it walks in your door, follows you around and then blows you like a champ, go for it.

2- Women have elaborate covert contracts. I’m not sure what provision I broke to make LCF upset about this one, but obviously it is something.

3- Keep your fucking frame. Most men would have allowed her upset turn it into an epic battle. Sorry, keeping my powder dry, toots. She even spent a couple hours crying in one of the rooms alone. I didn’t even approach; she had some shit to deal with so let her deal with it. The only outcome of my involvement would have involved a change on my part—and that wasn’t going to happen.

4- It is your problem to deal with their grief or to decipher their contracts. It is your job to maintain a stable environment. If you really did do something wrong, it’s ok to correct that, if she brings it to the table. Otherwise she just needs to deal with her emotions. You don’t change.

5- These are dangerous for all involved.)

6- No, blooptards, a single quarter did not change my life.

And for the record, Sugar-tits was not particularly intoxicated and the next day she approached me again…


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Title FR: Vagio-Conversion Therapy—self-pre-selection and a handful of neck
Author max_peenor
Upvotes 34
Comments 17
Date 05 February 2018 07:56 PM UTC (2 years ago)
Subreddit TheRedPill
Link https://theredarchive.com/post/48582
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[–][deleted] 11 points12 points  (1 child) | Copy

Good post and I understood what you were trying to do with your writing style. Parts of it were funny and engaging, but you kind of overdid it, to the point where it became difficult to read. I don’t know whether it’s just me but I would prefer it if you toned it down next time so it doesn’t take away from the message.

[–]Senior Endorsed Contributormax_peenor[S] 5 points6 points  (0 children) | Copy

Great feedback. Thank you. I used to write a lot, but it's been a while. I appreciate it.

[–]obliviousfool93 1 points1 points [recovered] | Copy

What the hell did I just quit reading 1/4 of the way through?

[–]Endorsed ContributorTaipanshimshon8 points9 points  (3 children) | Copy

Max Max Max

Why would you embarks your girl by fucking the well know town bike.

Aka you burst the bubble of your LCF - this sugar tits chick wasn’t just another squirrel with a raised tail. It was one with history. Who knew you then and who knows you now.

LCF probably thought history was off limits. Or maybe she knows something more about sugars std then you. Who knows

[–]Senior Endorsed Contributormax_peenor[S] 1 point2 points  (2 children) | Copy

Why would you embarks your girl by fucking the well know town bike

Yeeeeeshhhh. Ok, didn't think that one. LCF just took a SMV hit, didn't she? Fuck.

[–]Endorsed ContributorTaipanshimshon1 point2 points  (1 child) | Copy

Nah. You did sort of. As in “ why would MY Maaax want Her? Is that how he sees me !?!?”

Etc etc

[–]3whatsthisgarg1 point2 points  (0 children) | Copy

You did sort of. As in “ why would MY Maaax want Her? Is that how he sees me !?!?”

My woman is an absolute master of turning shit her way. EG, if I say anything about another woman, unless this woman is Sophia Loren-tier, she will say "THAT'S what you like? Go ahead!" thereby elevating herself out of dread-ville.

Of course, we all know how dread works, so if it is the other woman showing interest in me (not me doing the talking) she explodes in what I used to think was unpleasant jealousy. I would do anything to talk her down. SMH. So many opportunities lost.

[–]Senior Contributordr_warlock6 points7 points  (2 children) | Copy

Bravo +1.

a) Most people won't upvote because it's not relateable. This is the SMP most will never see. Between the humble brags (it was but who cares), there's an underlying theme... what women are willing to do vs what they and society have you believe. Always good to have posts that remind you of it.

b) The amount of analysis demonstrated here and other field reports like it shows how much you'll see is really going on if you're paying attention, not merely on auto-pilot. Seduction and the mating ritual is really complex when you break it down to optimize your results. If you can articulate what's happening as it's happening you can take direct and intentional action to get the results you desire. Most people resent this approach because it takes away from the magic and mystery of it all, not because it doesn't bring about results. However, the goal is to internalize as much as possible, freeing your conscious mind to do other things, conserving mental energy.

edit: addtions

[–]Senior Endorsed Contributormax_peenor[S] 1 point2 points  (1 child) | Copy

Between the humble brags

Well, if I'm bragging about bagging a dyed in the wool sloot that doesn't even have any Wall dust on her after impact, I need to reevaluate my life accomplishments. ;). But yes.

There are a lot of different styles we see around here. Rollo writes essays. RPS is an orator. Whisper is an analyst. GLO its a squadron of F-16s with cluster bombs. And so forth. I think the balance helps the over all sub. One I don't see often is one of the oldest--the parable, which is what I went after here and in the King Arthur Speech. They are true, just like many of old world parables, but they just can't really be related without the story. Context is very important here, whereas logical treatments don't really need it and are intact cluttered by it. Plus it's ok to have some fun with it too...

[–][deleted] 0 points1 point  (0 children) | Copy

It was a fun read and a welcome change to the typical styles you brought up. Good points at the end and good discussion from the post. Write more, it won’t go unappreciated.

[–]3whatsthisgarg4 points5 points  (6 children) | Copy

Good read. LISTEN UP FUCKERS: read that archive, find the original, leave a comment. It's all 100% true, and not even the most outrageous shit I have done.

 

Here's another true story, one that dovetails right into, and I mean RIGHT INTO, OP's last list; this isn't merely fucking eerie that we had very similar transcendental experiences, it is proof of the truth of TRP.

 

How I pulled a long con seduction on my wife's best friend (now best enemy) and my best friend's girlfriend, and put ZERO effort into it.

This happened back in 14th Century Victorian England. Sweet Tits moved to town, needed a place to stay, and glommed on to my best friend and moved right in. What was the rush, she wondered later when she met me, but it was too late. So she spent the next year having to watch me go through a roster of every hot chick in the scene. All she could do was offer sexual innuendo, in which I was glad to partake.

When I heard that she reported significant "sexual tension" between us (really?) I knew it was just a matter of time, and I didn't particularly care how much time.

I moved away, but we still visited all the time (he was my best friend, and she became my wife's best friend) and over the years, the sexual tension remained. The greeting hugs and the goodbye hugs got longer and closer. She can't make a move, for fear of rejection by all three of us. Meanwhile, I find the situation hilarious.

TEN FUCKING YEARS LATER, I drop them off at the airport, and the goodbye hug includes side-boob, which she offered. And it's on.

TWO FUCKING YEARS LATER, she leans over to pick something up and shows me, not just cleavage, but the entirety of her sweet tits. But, she senses I didn't see (I did) because I might have been moving a magazine in front of me. So she leans over to pick up the same fucking thing to show me everything again.

The poor thing is in agony, and I'm not a cruel person; her boyfriend my best friend is out of the picture now. Milling about the house, we round a corner into each other. Eyes meet. I just pulled her in for a kiss. We had a laugh about the side-boob, from 2 years before; of course she remembered.

The fact that everybody else was right in the next room was apparently not a problem.

Some general advice for this kind of situation: the first order of business, after the initial kiss, is a blow job. Or two. Not intercourse first. I'll have to think about it and figure out why, but that's the way it is.

So, the next day, while everybody else is lounging outside, I ask/bet/challenge her: can you make me cum in two minutes? Yes, yes she can.

Next order of business is the natural act, but I don't make any actual plans for it -- as Max says, put ZERO effort in. I tell her to meet me on campus after I'm done teaching. She arrives in a long flowing skirt. Carrying a blanket. In the middle of the day, we go lounge in a nature area, not secluded, about 30 meters from sidewalks full of eager young students.

In full view of whoever wants to see, she undoes my pants and gets on top of me. She's not wearing panties. With the skirt draped over me, it might look innocent, but the way she was moving was pretty obvious.

That's how it began, and it ended shortly after, in her sister's bed.

But not before my wife came downstairs in the middle of the night to see us on the sofa, with my arm around her. How do you get out of a situation like that? You play innocent, say it was nothing. Wife regularly brought that up to get mad about whatever, I eventually gaslighted her into thinking she imagined it. LOL

 

I want to emphasize this lesson with the articulate words of /u/dr_warlock .

Most people won't upvote because it's not relateable. This is the SMP most will never see. Between the humble brags (it was but who cares), there's an underlying theme... what women are willing to do vs what they and society have you believe. Always good to have posts that remind you of it.

Think about what this woman was willing to do: cheat with the husband of her best friend; blow job in the house with everybody right outside; first sex is in broad daylight in public; last sex is in her sister's bed.

I love em raunchy like that.

 

edit to add: Guys, you can't have sex in public places anymore. No more stairwells, no more taking her into a stranger's van parked on a public street, pile drive her over the seatbacks.

[–]Senior Endorsed Contributormax_peenor[S] 4 points5 points  (2 children) | Copy

Good post.

put ZERO effort into it.

Really the biggest take-away here for me from your addition. FIF I thought about it, I would have thought I had no chance. Here clearly you knew there was something up, but you would have spoiled it if you pressed it.

Take opportunities. <-- that's what one must do.

[–]3whatsthisgarg2 points3 points  (1 child) | Copy

put ZERO effort into it.

Really the biggest take-away here for me from your addition. FIF I thought about it, I would have thought I had no chance. Here clearly you knew there was something up, but you would have spoiled it if you pressed it.

I will not embarrass myself trying to figure out my win/loss ratio here, but it's not good. I have messed up some "sure deals" trying too much.

With this chick, I really wanted it, but I ALWAYS knew I wouldn't DIE if it didn't happen. I will add, I was NOT conscious of how badly this might have turned out. Seems stupid now; the consequences were grave. No regrets though.

This is another big takeaway for me:

3- Keep your fucking frame. Most men would have allowed her upset turn it into an epic battle. Sorry, keeping my powder dry, toots. She even spent a couple hours crying in one of the rooms alone. I didn’t even approach

This goes right along with one of my key TRP themes: don't be afraid to have a woman be mad at you. Took me a long time to learn this, on my own, the hard way.

Also, I'm really glad warlock came in with his observation (as I was writing up my post):

Between the humble brags (it was but who cares), there's an underlying theme... what women are willing to do vs what they and society have you believe.

because that pretty much summed up the reply I was typing.

[–]Senior Endorsed Contributormax_peenor[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children) | Copy

don't be afraid to have a woman be mad at you.

LCF got really mad at me last night. I had no idea. I wandered into her office to see if she needed meds (we are all sick as fuck right now, so the dynamic is very strange). She sneered at me. And then said, "I'm not even going to argue with you about it." Like, a woman just said those words at me--haha. Anyway, she's been on edge for a while now after she found out and apparently I gave her a "look" in the kitchen.

"Uh, the look where the 500 degree thing was resting on my arm look?"

I could see the hamster put all the wooden books into place and realize, yes, that's what she wandered into see. It was really just too funny in the end.

Twenty-five years ago I would have stormed out of the house and she would have plotted another little knife to put in my back later.

[–]Metalgear222 1 points1 points [recovered] | Copy

Guys, you can't have sex in public places anymore. No more stairwells, no more taking her into a stranger's van parked on a public street, pile drive her over the seatbacks.

This is the 3rd time I've seen this in the last month. Who the fuck leaves their van randomly unlocked in a parking lot? lol to my knowledge everyone I know locks their car door 100% of the time. Could just be where I live tho.

[–]3whatsthisgarg0 points1 point  (0 children) | Copy

Somebody didn't read the FR linked in the very first sentence about fucking Max Peenor's mother

By the way, /u/max_peenor it occurred to me that stairwell chick, barfing pussy grab, and random unlocked van happened about 30 years ago, and I'm pretty sure they all have kids (one for sure lol) so yeah guys, THEY COULD BE YOUR MOTHER.

All 100% true, and as I said in another place:

Also trespassing, sex on a mountain trail, haunted house on a first encounter.

Plus, LSD sex for 11 hours with a chick I barely knew.

If you think this shit doesn't happen... actually if I was a 22-yr-old guy claiming all this, yes, it would sound like bullshit. But I've been having sex with women longer than you've been alive. edit to add: I meant that the cumulative time I have been having sex with women is longer than the total time you have been alive. I am old as fuck and still fucking. Yes it's possible.

[–][deleted] 0 points1 point  (0 children) | Copy

I admire your tenacity for an open relationship, but going and fucking the town toilet seat with your LCF in the other room seems off. Whereas before I would have been intrigued, now I cringe a little. Don’t blame you though. Sugar tits had it a long time coming. A good read with insight to spare nonetheless.



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