As part of my feminization training, Daddy would have me wear a leotard that smashed my micropenis into my body, do my makeup really cute, and grind my crotch on his leg while feeling his muscles. I felt so small and helpless as he held my soft body against his manly frame. The muscles of his chest and arms felt so solid and powerful as I caressed them with my dainty fingers. The giant cables of his thigh muscles made me gasp as I rubbed my delicate little genitals against him. I could feel my clitty leaking as I desperately humped his massive leg. Daddy required that I talk to him in a girly voice while I listed what I loved about his body. I’d say : “oooh, Daddy, I love your manly shoulders. They make me feel so safe and protected!” Then, he’d say something like: “I love your perky little titties, babygirl. They make you look so pretty and sexy.” We’d go back and forth like that; I’d talk about his powerful parts, and he’d talk about my soft and sweet little girly body. It all just reinforced the fact that Daddy was a strong man, built to dominate and control; and I was a little girl, built for pleasure and beauty. It would all culminate in Daddy’s massive cock in my ass as I bounced on his lap and clung to his neck and shoulders as he licked and sucked on my titties. After that, a wave of submission would overcome me as I orgasmed from the pure masculinity penetrating me. My pleasure filled moans and screams were undeniably feminine.
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