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About me

Late 20s

Trans woman

Lesbian

Hung

Everything here should be understood to be fiction. If you're a misogynist or some other form of bigot I will block you

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All tuckered out

#😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

piss-and-violence

No baby, we’re not fucking. I’m just using your body to jerk off.

charl0ttan

dude why is your cutie mark a cigarette burn & we arent horses

sado-fiend

In her dungeon, the violations ranged from minor to traumatic, disquieting (being forced to eat without hands for a week) to horrifying (you still weren't sure how she stayed awake to shock you every time you tried to sleep those first few days). But the strangest was movie night.

Unlike the other torments, this one occurred on a predictable schedule. Without a clock, without the sun, it was what you set your watch by. The door would politely click open, rather than bang or squeak. She would thump down the stairs, casually, not in the usual boots but in her worn bunny slippers and shabby pajamas.

Always, a single toy in hand - a metal ring and leather strap, nestled comfortably behind your front teeth, against your palette. Strapped tight but not pinched.

Then, stranger still, you would be led upstairs and allowed to lay on the couch, head in lap. She would sometimes ask you for opinions as she scrolled her watch list, but she seemed to listen at random. More talking to talk, than anything. But they were quiet, nice words, rather than the barking commands or searing laughter.

And then, you'd watch a movie.

Her fingers would rest, lazily, on the ring. Delving occasionally, but not overwhelmingly, to stroke your tongue and teeth. Almost absentmindedly. She had tried to make you retch before, but that was different. Demanding, training, reveling in driving your gag reflex to extinction by exhaustion. That would be a violation of movie night. This was a soft and careful exploration, the thoughtless cuddle of a domesticated animal after a long week.

She watched a range of things, but you never really cared what. The tense grip on your jaw at horror, the soft and rhythmic tongue stroking during the climax of romantic comedies, or the frenetic worrying of your molars at a philosophical piece. It had quickly become strangely pleasant. A moment of reprieve from the nightmare. Distantly, you knew what this was, what she was doing. But you couldn't think about that during movie night. For 90, or sometimes a blessed 120 minutes, you did not have to fear the door slamming open, you did not have to scrabble to anticipate the hot fresh torture she had connived.

After, she always thanked you for a nice night. Led you back downstairs. Placed a single, humorous, chaste kiss on your head. And left you to sleep in darkness. No timed LCD lights, no reduced heat. Pleasant, beautiful, dreamy sleep.

You couldn't wait for next week.

#plz

I got let out of the attic today by mom today for being so good, so I'm going to be a good girl and post cute photos for older women to enjoy

#I'm so abusable in this fit omg #wlw mommy #trans supremacy #mom daughter date #momcest #momc3st #cute

emesissy

if you can't handle me at my "ugh mom 🙄" then you don't deserve me at my "unhh momm 😵‍💫"

faux-friend

When a black person states that something you did was racist, chill the fuck out. Its annoying dealing with you panicking trying to dissociate yourself from racism. If you're not black, black people already assume youve said nigga or its variant at least once in your life. If they're interacting with you and bringing something up, its because they want you to stop doing that so they can still interact with you(if ur already friends)

You WILL be racist. You WILL do racist things. You have ALREADY done both. Learn and move on. There's no ideological purity you can hold on to, i promise. Proving you can take the criticism without making it a big deal and practice what you preach is better than any clean slate.

Be the kind of person black people don't have to gamble on. Shut up and lock in

franznsfwreposts

transsexual summer

Thinking about the time my abuser had me over for the night when she got her own place off campus. I remember the date being extremely fun, though obviously inappropriate given she was 22 and I was 15, but she was treating me really nicely and doting on me. For the first time in like a month I was really really enjoying my time with her. About an hour or two in though at like 7pm she put on Pink Floyd and asked my opinion of a song from dark side of the moon. I said I thought it sucked and instantly her demeanor shifted. She started getting closer to me and berating me. I got nervous and went non verbal. She just grinned that grin of hers and started punching my stomach and chest. I remember just sobbing a lot but eventually she stopped. That's when it really began though. She dragged me up to the attic, and tied me to one of the joists. I complied cus I was scared and non verbal and just didn't wanna be hit anymore. I just remember her grabbing a blanket for me(it was February) since I was shivering. She made me lay down on it and put one on me so I was a bit warmer. She then grabbed my face and said

"One of two things is going to happen when I come back up in the morning. One, Im in a merciful mood and when I come back I brutally violate you, but stop there. Alternatively, if I come up in a bad mood, I'm going to rape you before I fucking kill you"

I was shaking with fear. I had no sense of time up there, and couldn't sleep due to fear. God damn she fucking raped the hell out of me and made me feel filthy when she finally came up at 4:30ish in the morning. I remember her cleaning me up a little and driving me back so I could climb into my window and just act like I had been home all night. I went to school the next day and remember nothing really from the rest of the week.

#childhood truama #me #tw vent #tw sa