Susan B. Anthony (Canojaharie, New York, 1846 A.D.)

October 14, 1785

Dearest Mother and Father,

I am well and, for the most part, enjoying my work as the Headmistress of the Girls’ Section of this Academy. I know that is the longest I have ever been away from home, and I do miss you, but I am 26 years of age and it is time for me to make my way in the world, as well as making my contribution to the family purse. I know that it is a blow to father’s pride that his daughter must help support us, but the Anthony family’s financial straits are no secret, least of all from me.

On this note, the least pleasant aspect of my tenure at the Academy thus far is Mr. James Merritt, the Headmaster of the Boys’ Section. As is the natural order, Mr. Merritt has frequently prevailed upon me for fucking and the many other manners in which a woman pleases a man. I am happy to do my duty to the Master, and I am aware that I am the only consented woman in our lodgings, but Mr. Merritt’s demands in this area have been particularly frequent and inconvenient. I worry that they have decreased my efficacy as Headmistress.

Moreover, Mr. Merritt let slip, whilst his member was within my cunt yesterday eve, the extent of his remuneration from this Academy, thus bringing to my attention that Mr. Merritt’s annual salary is many times my own. I intend to bring this matter to the attention of the Board of the Academy. My professional responsibilities here are equal to Mr. Merritt, and in addition to these the Master teaches us that I must also serve the needs of Mr. Merritt and other men of the Academy. I should therefore receive at least an equal amount in salary to any male.

Do not mistake me, I find great joy in my work. Instilling in these girls, not only their future responsibilities in the light of Master, but also those skills they will need to make their way in the world as citizens, reading, writing, and a basis in the classics, is the most fulfilling aspect of my days.

Mother will be happy to know that I have been continuing to edge thrice daily, and as Goodcunt taught us, I have not brought myself to climax, with or without permission of a man. However, I have of late found myself questioning the wisdom of these practices. My mind must remain sharp in order to perform my professional duties. In our Goodcuntian colony I saw many women addled out of their wits in a relentless haze of lust, one which we are taught can never be broken. I have oft found myself distracted from my professional duties by thoughts of performing my duty to the Master. I wonder if perhaps there may be a solution. I miss you all.

With Love, Your Daughter,

Fuckslave Anthony

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November 3, 1785

Dearest Mother and Father,

I must confess that I have committed what you may believe to be a grave sin, but what I believe to have been a practical necessity. Whilst in my chambers Friday last, I continued edging beyond the borders of my climax and brought my own body to paroxysm, without the prior approval of a man. I know that Mother was not a member of the Goodcuntian sect until her marriage, and that she therefore has likely experienced such an event herself in the past. I implore mother to explain why she did not previously inform me of the heights of ecstasy of which my own body was capable. I feel as if the Master flung down lightning from his lofty perch and struck me in my brain. I fully intend to pursue this avenue in the future.

In the days since, much has become clear to me, and I believe my performances in both my role here at the Academy and in my duties to the Master have much improved. I have discovered that, with clear minds and sovereignty over their own pleasure, the possible achievements of womankind are without limit. The girls have frequently commented to me the extent to which my instruction has opened their minds to possibilities beyond solely being the plaything of men.

It has also come to my attention that there is to be a convention called in Rochester soon, for the purpose of appointing delegates to a national convention on the rights of women at Seneca Falls. Sadly, I cannot take leave from my duties at the Academy, but I do most sincerely press Mother, Mary, or another of our sisters to attend, as the franchise of women is among the most pressing issues facing this nation at present.

Little else of incident has occurred here, other than the sudden appearance early this evening of a male stranger, with an unfathomable manner of dress and speaking, who sought shelter under our roof from a passing storm. Reluctantly, Mr. Merritt allowed him to stay the night in the barn, as long as he left early in the morning.

I visited this stranger in the barn briefly, in order to bring him his supper, and, of all things, he asked me what year it was. I replied truthfully that it was the year Seventeen Thousand and Eighty-Five of the Era of Fucking. I tell you truly that he did laugh long and hard at this, though why I know not. The stranger then did request that I bring him to completion with my mouth, and I did so, though I fear the glee expressed by the stranger at my actions did not match my meager skills. He told me I was, quoth, “just another fucking whore like all the rest of them,” and that I was “way hotter than he had expected.” I do not know what import my personal temperature bore to this man. I am to check in the morning if this stranger has moved on, and I sincerely hope that he will have done so.

All my best to Mary, especially, please tell her how sorry I am that I missed her Consenting. She has since written to inform me that Mr. Elliott performed his role therein most admirably, and that his member was of remarkable size. I hope that perhaps a courtship may be in the offing. She also informed me of her chosen Masterite name, Cocksleeve, which I agree is a good strong family name. I shall be using it to refer to her in the future.

With Love, Your Daughter,

Fuckslave Anthony

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November 19, 1785

Dearest Mother and Father,

I told you in my prior missives that I wished to push forward the cause of the rights of womankind, and also that I had experienced the paroxysm of pleasure and that I intended to do so again. I have since received your replies expressing dismay and disappointment at this turn of events. I can tell you now that you need not have worried yourselves. I have, indeed, experienced the incomparable joy of my own “little ****,” as the French call it, many times since my last letter, it is true, but these experiences have also opened my eyes. For my urgings regarding my salary, women’s education, and the franchise, I have been a Bad Girl in the sight of the Master, and I must be punished.

It was my discussions with The Professor that brought me to this conclusion. That is what the stranger I mentioned in my last letter calls himself. I found the next morning that he had not gone from the barn, and when I brought him his breakfast, he asked to show me a strange device, which he then placed upon my head. As I am but a worthless cunt, I remember little of our subsequent conversation.

However, I have found since this meeting that I am unable to think clearly without having experienced the heights of pleasure within the past few hours. More than this, I have been unable to reach such heights without first experiencing physical and verbal **** at the hands of a man. This predicament has led to lengthy sessions with The Professor, in most of my off hours from teaching, in which he has most graciously offered such **** in order to soothe my eternally wet, needy pussy. Yes, he has stayed with us, a plan to which Mr. Merritt has been agreeable ever since a brief meeting with The Professor in his office.

I see now how wrong I was to urge the franchise for women. I can barely pen these words for the ache in my cunt, an ache that can only be soothed when a man treats me as the worthless set of holes which I am. How could any woman bear such a burden simultaneous to a profession, or, for that matter, make a proper decision as to which party for which to cast a ballot? Such problems must be left to men, who are able to ease their tension with any woman they meet.

Of late I have found myself little able to teach the girls, and that which I do teach is primarily their responsibilities of service to the Master and all men, who are all the Master on Earth. Though I recall that in the past I experienced much concern that the girls must also be taught reading, writing, arithmetic, and the Ccassics, I do not now remember why. It is the most inexplicable feeling.

All my love to you all, and I do hope that Mother has allowed father to fuck her today, it is her most important duty.

Your Most Horny Daughter,

Fuckslave Anthony

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December 5, 1785

Dear Mommy and Daddy,

Something changed in Fuckslave’s mind and now Fuckslave feels not so smart. It happened again when Fuckslave was with Master, the man named The Professor, and Master fucked her jiggly ass, and she told him she felt sad because she couldn’t think so good without getting fucked. Master asked why and Fuckslave said she could remember being super smart and not needing to be always fucked to think straight, and Master said he could fix that. Then he said some things when his cock was in Fuckslave’s ass that she don’t remember so good and now Fuckslave feels so much better and dumber. Fuckslave’s a dumb bimbo now like every girl should be. Fuckslave didn’t know that word before, but Master says that’s what she is, a stupid fucking bimbo cunt.

Fuckslave’s favorite is when Master fucks her hard and chokes her and then slaps her titties and clit. It makes her come so hard, most of all when he tells Fuckslave to yell about how much of a worthless slut she is while she comes. But Master says he will go soon, and that makes Fuckslave sad. Fuckslave likes Master’s cock very a lot.

It’s not so bad though, Fuckslave and Jonny (that’s Mr. Merritt’s name) are going to get married! He needs someone to fuck and suck his cock so good, and Fuckslut needs to keep getting fucked so bad. It was Master who thought of it. That way, Fuckslave can stay here at the Academy forever and teach all the girls how the be the best bimbo whores they can be, so that the girls can make the Master happy, and also get fucked and punished for the rest of her life. Fuckslave is a Bad Girl, Fuckslave should be punished.

Your Bimbo Whore,

Fuckslave

P.S. Tell Cocksleeve she should come visit, Jonny says he’ll fuck her too if she comes. Cocksleeve should learn to be sexy and dumb like Fuckslave, it’s so fun.