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@ftmtdolly
rub your rights away
Nothing turns me on more than the fear that you may actually corrupt me. That you may actually change a piece of me, or even all of me, forever. That fear feels so good. I don't want to give up total control, but I know that when I do I'll thank you for what you do to me. I'll cry over every change until I forget why I didn't want them. I need my entire being twisted against my will until it's simply what you wanted from the start.
Real men pretending they support your transition, calling you the right name and pronouns, all while watching your ass as you walk through the room, your pants clinging a little too tightly to your big, curvy ass and your wide, feminine hips. They don't single you out with the women, but you know they're thinking about your cunt under your clothing. They know you pump your body full of testosterone, and they learned that it makes trans boys like you so uncontrollably horny. They think about what you must look like when you get fucked, your pussy taking cock just like girls are supposed to. They think about you laying on your back and spreading your thighs, the absence of a cock between your legs, and how soft and wet and warm your vagina must feel. When they say they support trans people like you, it feels patronizing, like they'll never really see you as a real man and they're just humoring you. You know they're right, you're not like them. You were born to be a girl and you'll always be one. Your coworkers are doing you a favor by calling you a man, but they know you still have a pussy. Let them use it.
Corrupt her further. Make her feel ashamed of what gets her off and force her to orgasm to it. Praise her for how dirty and lewd she is. Condition her to only be able to get off to the grossest things you can find.
Rebolg if i can exploit you sexually.
You can't be that fucked up can you...?
let me help boost your self esteem
i want to be seen as barely a step up from a fleshlight. you don't need to worry about what i'm thinking. just do what feels natural and i'll follow along. i'm not judging you. its like im donating my body to science. im just something you can experiment on in a safe space free of external pressure. you can't embarrass yourself in front of me because i willingly place myself beneath you. i'm just so happy to make you feel good. of course i will stop if i need to. but i probably wont because i am a fucking slut and see your cock as sacred.
How about we permanently reprogram your tiny brain so you’re no longer able to cum without being treated like a dumb bitch? Oh, you already did that to yourself?
Wow, you really are such a strong and independent woman 💞✨
She was gone. She was so gone.
Eyes glazed, staring at nothing. Dumb smile on her face, streak of drool running down her chin. Panting, shallow breaths. Little wet spot between her spread legs, thighs glistening. A giggle every so often. She was gone.
For fun, he reached across and mimed plucking something from her head. She didn’t immediately notice, but after a delay of a second or so there came another giggle. Silly owner.
“I took all your brains,” he said, holding up his fingers pinched together, as though he was dangling something. He wasn’t, obviously, but she still struggled to bring her eyes to focus on it anyway, woozy, confused. She stared intently at the nothing a moment and then giggled yet again, blinking slowly.
“‘Don ‘wan brainsss….” she slurred, the closest she’d managed to actually speaking in a long while now. He considered this, nodding to himself.
“Alright. So I should just throw these away?” He asked, motioning to do that. She’d started groping her tits again, eyes fluttering shut, and if it hadn’t been him speaking she probably wouldn’t have listened at all.
“Brainss bad… no brains…” she mumbled, head lolling.
She was so gone.
“Alright,” he said again, getting an idea. “Maybe best to keep them for now, case I need them. Maybe your friends start asking questions again or something, you know? But where to keep them, hmm…”
With her eyes closed she didn’t notice him getting closer.
“Somewhere safe, somewhere we probably won’t lose them… ah, I know…”
She gasped as his fingers slid into her, so, so easily. Her whole body juddered, head falling forward, eyes still closed. She was so gone.
“This seems like a good place, hmm? Nice and safe here. I think your brains fit much better here than they ever did in your head. Isn’t that right?”
The sound his fingers made between her legs were obscene.
“Nnnhhhh ah riiggghttt…”
“So I think your brains can just stay tucked away here, nice and safe in your cunt. You do most of your thinking down here anyway, when I’m not telling you what you should be thinking, so this is for the best. Yes?”
“Besssst yesss…”
“My little dummy just thinks with her cunt. Can you say that for me?”
“N’little dummy s’thinks cuntss…” she slurred. He smiled, pulling his fingers out and not even waiting until she’d finished halfway-mumbling the words before feeding them, slick, into her mouth. She sucked automatically, moaning like how she’d been trained to, and how she thought she always had.
So gone. So, so gone.
A feminist wouldn’t look at this sort of stuff.
A feminist wouldn’t keep coming back to it.
A feminist wouldn’t get wet from it.
A feminist wouldn’t get off to being demeaned and degraded.
A feminist wouldn’t accept she doesn’t deserve to get off, and stop.
A feminist wouldn’t make a pathetic spectacle of herself for men just because.
A feminist wouldn’t feel her cunt throb when she obeyed men.
A feminist wouldn’t do anything to be called a good girl.
But you do.
And you can’t stop.
So what does that make you?
Important reminders for ftmgirls. 💕 Repeat until you finally understand.
There is nothing masculine about me. I could never be masculine. Masculinity is foreign to me. Femininity is natural for me. I am feminine. I am female. I am a girl.
Dysphoria is good. Dysphoria is healthy. Dysphoria is nature reminding me that I am weak, vulnerable and female. Dysphoria is a constant reminder of my femininity.
I'm not a man. I could never be a real man. Real men don't fantasize about being fucked like desperate little girls. Real men don't get wet when they hear their real names. Real men don't beg other men to degrade, abuse and violate them. Real men don't play with their tits.
I'm not a man. I'm a girl. I am beneath men. I am unequal to men. Men know what's good for me. I submit to my natural role as a girl. I am docile. I am weak. I am feminine. I feel feminine. My head feels feminine. My heart feels feminine. Every time my pussy drips I feel so feminine and girly.
Men are smart. Girls are dumb. I'm a girl. I'm dumb. I'm not smart. Brains are for boys and my thoughts are just noise. Brains are for boys and my thoughts are just noise. Brains are for boys and my thoughts are just noise. I live to serve men. I was born to serve men. I love men. I listen to men because they are smart. I listen to men because they know what's best for me.
I rub my clit everyday. I feel so feminine when I rub my clit. I edge away the dysphoria into confusion. I want to be dysphoric and confused, it makes me wet. I'm not a man. I'll never be a man. I never was a man. My vagina was made to take a penis and receive sperm.
Testosterone is bad for me. I don't need testosterone, my body naturally produces it's own hormones. My body naturally produces estrogen. When I rub my clit my estrogen levels rise. I feel feminine when I rub my clit. I can feel my estrogen levels rising everytime I rub my clit. It feels so good to be feminine.
💕 I hope this helps other girls. Daddy has been teaching me a lot of very important things. 💕
Mhmm yes I am a girl I am a female.
The crazy thing is I really do *love* being a boy, I'm happiest as a man, but my tdick gets so hard at the thought of being moulded into an obedient girl for someone else's amusement. I'd be so miserable but so horny as someone's cute little wife
i want to take a nice, respectful, feminist guy and give him such a misogyny kink that his whole brain chemistry changes
Welp... I made a 23 minute detrans hypnosis.
TW: misgendering, detrans, deadnaming.
So it's been a while... but there's a new audiofile. I hope it brings joy.
one thing that makes cuntboys preferable to regular girls is just how desperate they are to be fucked. while testosterone makes real men dominant and powerful, with cuntboys it reveals their true nature — to be freeuse fleshlights for us. rarely you'll see a woman get so gushing wet and horny at the slightest bit of male attention the same way a fakeboy will. all your overgrown clit does is make it easier for men to force orgasms out of that clenching pussy.
I need somebody to get me blackout drunk tbh. Take me out on a date and use my polite people-pleasing-ness against me. Order me drink after drink knowing I’ll try so hard to finish them, since you’re paying after all. It’s the polite thing to do, even if you keep ordering so many and I’m already soooo dizzy and floppy. Take me back to their place and pour me a glass of something strong and feed it to me. Make me walk in a line and pronounce something difficult to see just how incredibly drunk I’ve become. And then of course fuck me so hard I can feel it afterwards even if I don’t remember.
one of my absolute favorite things is the complete lack of control i'd have the moment i let someone penetrate me.
just imagine it: on my back, legs spread for someone, maybe even in a mating press with my legs pinned against my chest. whether i want them in my pussy or not is irrelevant, because even if i fight and kick and scream, i'm not strong enough to get away. they penetrate me with their cock and my pussy takes it, just like she was made to.
i was literally built to do this, to be penetrated, and even if i did want it, i have no say in what happens now. they could cum inside me and there's nothing i can do to stop it. they could get me pregnant on complete accident, but is it really even an accident at this point? or was my fate sealed the second they pressed inside me?
just. it's so hot to think about the complete lack of control i have over my body once there's a cock inside me. once they cum inside me my fate is sealed; i'm Going to get pregnant, because that's what i'm Meant to do. it's just nature, it's just how my body's designed.