Isabelles Indoctrination Ch 01

Isabelle let out a loud sigh at the campus dining hall as she finished the fourth hour of watching a red pill podcast on YouTube. She was in the final leg of her first year of her gender studies degree, and her first year project was an essay on the gender divide. All of these men think of us as walking incubators, she thought. They want us to go back to the 1950s.

All of a sudden, a backpack brushed against her right shoulder. She turned around abruptly, having been startled by the unexpected noise and touch, her AirPods still nestled deep in her ear canals. "Hey!" She exclaimed as she met the eyes of her assailant. "Watch where you're going, idiot!" She glanced at his dark brown eyes, gauging his response, looking for even a modicum of shame. "Sorry" he mumbled. "Just finished a ten hour cram session". He glanced at her MacBook, and a surprised look fell upon his face. He laughed. "You're watching manosphere content? What are you, a podcaster or something?"

Isabelle was insulted. Of course, he thought she was some clout chaser, not a serious academic with an essay to write. "I'll have you know....that this is for research purposes!" She responded. "So what" he said. "You don't find any of the messaging valuable?" Isabelle became quizzical as she realized she had become involved in an impromptu debate with a not so covert misogynist. "What on earth would be valuable, other than a lesson to stay away from these men?" She inquired, with an aggressive tone.

"You don't find any value in traditional gender roles? You know, it might be nice to forgo all that school effort and debt, and have a man provide for you." He said as he began admiring her. She was cute when she was being bratty, he thought. "Pr-pr-provide?" She stuttered. "What, like I can't provide for myself?"He smirked. "Sure, but many women find it freeing, pleasurable even, to give control to a man. You should try it sometime." He winked and departed the dining hall, leaving her speechless.

Isabelle finished watching the remainder of the podcast. She packed up her things, and started walking back home. She couldn't stop thinking about what this strange man said, about giving up control. Doesn't he know its 2025? She thought. The notion of a woman not working was almost ridiculous in her city, it was so rare. She also thought about how handsome and assertive he was in their conversation. I bet he's a fuckboy, she thought. She got home, showered, and fell into a deep sleep.

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Isabelle woke up to the sound of her alarm going off. It was 7:00 p.m. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She panicked. She was 2 hours late to one of the most important lectures of the semester. She brushed a comb through her long dark hair and rushed out the front door, glancing at her phone to get caught up on messages as she walked to class. SMACK. Isabelle ran straight into 205 lbs of masculinity. "Look who it is, Princess Clumsy" a familiar voice growled. Isabelle looked up and saw the man she called "Mister Misogyny" in her head. "Oh, you" she sneered. "Jake. It's Jake." He clarified. "Isabelle, not like it matters. What are you doing around here? These are the female dorms" she said. "I work on campus." He clarified. "This is on my way home from work. Where are you going? Seems like you're in a hurry. I'd be happy to take you." He offered. She was taken aback by the gesture. "I'm fine." She said. "I can take care of myself". He smirked. "So stubborn. Look, it's getting dark. It's not safe. I insist." She reluctantly agreed, if only to be rid of him. "What are you watching these days?" He inquired as they walked. "A lot of stuff about submission" she replied. "Hmmm" he responded, an intrigued look on his face. "And what do you think about it?" She gave him the side eye. "It's degrading!" She declared. "These men think women are....secondary! Like they should just shut up, and obey whatever their man says!" She was flustered, he could see it. Her face had turned a deeper shade of pink, barely visible in the twilight, but he could tell. "Interesting." He responded. "Every time you've had sex with a man, has he asked to have his way with you?" She turned an even brighter shade of pink. She was shocked. "Excuse me?" She exclaimed. "That's none of your business!" He chuckled. "I'll take that as a no, then. Anyway, here's the campus doors. I'm sure I'll see you around." Whatever, she thought. Why did she keep running into this guy? It was beginning to become unsettling, but not in a bad way.

Isabelle spent the rest of the lecture thinking about Jake. His soft lips, his dark eyes, and especially how he had looked out for her, protected her on her walk. He had really treated her like.....a lady. She started to feel bad about her treatment of him initially, her snarky responses. She knew in that moment, she wanted to see Jake again. And she definitely wanted to know whether Jake would take control in the bedroom. Isabelle felt a sensation in her lacy cheeky panties as she stood up from her chair. Was she......aroused?