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19 yr old ftm. Into free use, somno, dub/noncon, monsters/demons/nonhumans. Also probably some harder stuff like rape fantasies, detransition/abuse fantasies, and being drugged. As a general rule everything here is just fantasy and isn't okay irl.

[meangirltogoodgirls]

yesterday at her appointment she told her doctor she wasn’t going to her gender care appointments and he asked “and you’re okay with that?” and she said “yup!!” and then i came home and fucked her until she screamed that she’s a girl forever. i told her that was the hardest step but i lied. we both know that’s gonna be childbirth 💕

[dykerapebait-deactivated2025073]

femme lesbian who resorts to trans guys due to the masc shortage discovers she loves turning fakeboys into her submissive butch girlfriends

[twistedftmtfslut]

Storytime! 🤭

I was supposed to go to a local spa/hot tubs place last night with a guy. I arrived first, and was told they had no rooms left, because I hadn't been aware that you should check first. I've never been there, and the guy - who had gone before and knew it might be full, but didn't bothet to check - hadn't warned me to call ahead. I messaged him and he finally replied and said he was turning around and going home.

Anyway, it was a shame, because I had dressed all femme too for the occasion; in part because he had wanted me to, and in part because...well, I dunno. With the force fem kink and detrans kink and whatnot, it seemed like a humiliating way to spice things up.

Anyhow... despite not getting to hook up with anyone, even after hours cruising on different apps, I did come to a realisation:

Getting out of my car in a flowery skirt and fishnets, in the middle of the night, in a city well-known for being very sketchy and dangerous, even just for a few minutes at a time (to walk into the hot tubs to rent a room, then to get gas later), was both scary and thrilling. Making myself up all feminine and being out that late... well, all sorts of things could have happened. Even if nothing did happen - despite my best efforts to set something up, despite all the dark fantasies that were playing in my head.... 🥵

And now, it makes me want to do things like that more often. 😩 Walk around all femme at night, or meet up with strange guys dressed like that. Maybe plan a CNC scenario; I read something on Reddit once about a girl whose dom would dress her up provocatively (sometimes even writing something slutty on her where it was just visible, like just below her skirt line, for example) and send her out to public spaces, and would send out guys he approved of to go find her and pull her aside into parking garages or public restrooms... 🤤

God, I can't stop thinking about this sort of thing now. Fuckkkk...

Anyway, all that to say, here's part of the outfit I wore, for the eyes of any interested pervs. 😇 I didn't have any good blouses, but I did have a contouring bra under my shirt, and the skirt and fishnets were - I thought - kinda cute... 🤭🙈

[evil-puppetmaster]

it's actually extremely important as a communist to— pay attention comrade. i'm telling you something really important. it's actually extremely important as a communist to get really good at sex. yeah like you have to fuck really well. AND you have to put out as much as possible. really slut it up. yeah comrade i'm being serious. you have to have lots of really good sex with lots of people and make sure to tell them you're a communist so people associate communists with good sex. yeah it's a strategy thing AND a security thing i'm serious

[evil-puppetmaster]

This is part of cadre development

[jukeboxemcsa]

Jamal Smokes the Good Stuff

Jamal was already mostly out of it by the time Lisette walked in, his eyes heavy-lidded and only vaguely focused when he looked in her general direction. He was naked on the bed, and his fist was pumping up and down on his mahogany shaft as though he couldn't think of anything more important than jacking off, and Lisette couldn't help but chuckle at the way his brow furrowed in a desperate attempt to cut through the befuddling fog in his head and come up with an explanation for his behavior. "So someone thinks they can handle the good shit, huh?" she asked, a smirk crooking at the corner of her lips. "What happened to 'I'll be fine, I've got a tolerance'?"

Jamal blinked a slow, sleepy blink, and Lisette swore she could actually see the gears grinding in his brain as he struggled to push a single solitary thought through his brain only to give up when his stiff prick released another gush of precum onto his stroking fingers. "Yean, that's about what I thought," she growled, watching him jack his cock with no small amount of amusement and avarice. "This is what you get for sneaking in and smoking my shit, you know. I told you, I grow my own and I make it good and fucking potent. It's not for lightweights like you." Of course it was a lot more complicated than that, but Lisette didn't want to let Jamal in on all her little secrets. She'd have an easier time getting her hooks into him if he thought he was just too weak to handle his weed.

She sat down on the bed next to him, letting her long red fingernails trace a line along his inner thigh. "It's good shit, though, isn't it?" she asked, giving her voice a sultry purr that made Jamal's cock dribble precum like a science fair volcano. "A hit or two of my slutweed and your dick really pops off. It's like you just can't get enough. You need to play with that big hard cock of yours, don't you, babe?" Again Lisette saw the strain on his face, the determined but utterly insufficient effort at cognition, and the contented relaxation that spread across his features as he gave up and allowed his mind to settle into amiable acceptance. Lisette had been experimenting with weed and hypnosis for about two years now, but this was the first time she'd gotten to test out her special strain and she was gratified to find out that it really was making Jamal more susceptible to suggestions.

"It's okay, honey," she cooed, stroking and scritching him all around his twitching cock. She was pretty sure the only reason he didn't spurt right then and there was the two previous loads that spattered her bedspread--like any young man his age, Jamal had sexual potency to spare, and she could already tell he was going to be a fun one to play with. "You just keep right on going, pump yourself good and stupid, and I'll make sure you stay nice and dumb and happy." She picked up the joint he'd rolled from where it sat in the ashtray on the bedside table and placed it to his lips, wordlessly encouraging him to take another hit, and his thoughtless compliance was everything she'd hoped for. "You're always going to want to smoke up for me, aren't you, baby doll?" There was no effort to think this time, only a vacant nod, and that was when Lisette knew she had the perfect test subject for all the experiments she'd been dreaming up these last few years.

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[homohypnoticus]

it really takes convincing for me to not think about something, i have this habit of like, picking at it. but it might be something i practice because. well. genuinely feeling like i Can't think about something or remember something is really hot even if it's just for a second. and it turns out some things might really actually work better that way. and the thought of that is also. like. the idea that there could be like an actual practical function to not thinking about or remembering something and just like letting something happen and accepting it without doing anything or focusing on it. the idea that it could really make something easier and go more smoothly. like. that's also kind of hot. especially in the context of posthypnotic suggestions. the idea that something hypnotic could be happening and i could kinda tell that it's hypnotic but i don't really fully know why it's happening and it just kinda seems like it's out of nowhere. that's crazy. i wonder if i can like. do that.

[jukeboxemcsa]

Molly Meets With HR

Gary had a friendly smile on his face when he said, "Please, Molly, do come in," but he didn't tell her to sit down and she didn't dare take a seat without being offered one. Instead she put her hands behind her back, endeavoring to stand at whatever the business equivalent of attention was, and arranged her expression into the most professional stare possible as she waited for him to tell her why he'd called her in here. She couldn't think of any reasons that might qualify as 'good', not when Gary was the HR guy all the other HR guys were scared of. Just being in his office felt like one step away from getting fired.

But he chuckled warmly at her rigid posture and tense, anxious body language, and he told her, "Don't worry, Molly, you're not in any trouble. It's just that, well, I've gotten some reports about your behavior from some of your co-workers, and I wanted to have a little chat with you about it and get your perspective on the situation." That sounded immediately like a trap, and if anything Molly's whole body tightened up further, but then he added, "They've been saying you're a silly sleepy suckslut," and suddenly everything went very, very loose. Especially her legs, which went weak and rubbery so fast Molly actually heard the thump as her knees hit the floor.

"So I guess it's true then," Gary mused, watching as Molly shrugged her way out of her blouse before cupping her pale pink breasts in her hands with a kind of thoughtless, simpering complacency that would have surprised her if her mind wasn't already receding deeper and deeper down a dark tunnel into dissociated emptiness. She hadn't really paid much attention to what she wore to the office, it was just one of the typical work outfits that she plucked out of the closet every day, but as she knelt there with her mouth settling into a wide vacant 'O' she finally managed to realize that she'd chosen shirts with snaps instead of buttons so she could get her tits out that much quicker when commanded. Her bra was selected for similar reasons, and it already lay discarded on the floor.

There was a tiny, flickering moment of fading cognition when Molly thought this might be some kind of intervention on her behalf, a representative of HR stepping in to stop her co-workers from taking advantage of her susceptibility to hypnosis, but that feeble hope vanished along with the last tiny remnant of her mind when Gary stood up and Molly's eyes fixated on the cock already jutting out from his open fly. "Let's see if you're really as good as they say you are," he growled, his voice rough with urgency, and he crossed the room swiftly and eagerly to tangle his fingers into Molly's long blonde hair and shove his prick straight down her accommodating throat. And Molly was nothing but a fleshlight by the time his balls smacked into her chin.

She didn't need to do much to get him off--some of the men commanded her to make a big sloppy show of it, performatively licking and nuzzling their dicks like lollipops, but Gary must have been thinking about this for hours before he scheduled their appointment because he simply skullfucked her until he let loose with a torrent of spunk and a loud, urgent groan. Molly swallowed as much as she could, and let her tits capture the rest of the mingled semen and saliva, and then she knelt there with her mind blank and her mouth open. She hadn't been released yet, after all, and there was always a chance that Gary would want to use her again before he said the trigger that would make Molly forget all this had even happened.

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Nan Follows Along With ({*})

Something kept bugging Nan as she walked, but she'd gotten distracted by her phone again and she couldn't really pinpoint what it was. It might have had something to do with the tiny peripheral glimpses of the world around her framed by her screen, she supposed; it didn't seem likely, though, because the path between campus and her small efficiency apartment was so deeply ingrained in her muscle memory by this point that she didn't need to see it to walk it. She could keep watching the messages that kept popping up, keep replying to them with fumble-fingered responses like 'ys' and 'om my wayy' and let everything else just sort of fade into the background. It was fine. Everything was… was fine.

Even when Nan noticed that her legs were getting a little more tired than usual, the short walk feeling unexpectedly long and exhausting, Nan just put it down to general brain fog. She'd been awfully tired the last few days, ever since she got involved with… with… Nan's gaze flitted up to the top of the chat window in a futile attempt to remember who she was sexting with, but she'd only saved them in her contacts as '({*})' and that didn't really help her. She knew she'd met them at--at a bar, or a coffee shop, or a grocery store or the student union, but the details seemed muddy in her memory and in any event her brain was kind of worn out. She'd be grateful when she got home and she could just--

'Relax'. Nan didn't even realize the word in her head appeared on the screen first.

She definitely noticed something strange when she got inside, because Nan's apartment was down on the basement level and yet her legs were pumping their way up one flight of stairs after another, but oddly enough she responded not by looking up from her phone but by typing a clumsy, confused 'whas happpe nin' to the person on the other end of the chat. She must have been soothed by the response, though, even if her eyes did glaze over every time she tried to glance back and see what it was, because before she knew it Nan was inside and closing the door behind her and everything felt just as warm and cozy and comforting as ever. She peeled off her top the second she heard the latch click shut, grateful to be somewhere modesty didn't matter anymore.

But her muscle memory kept tripping her up, and the apartment framed in her peripheral vision didn't match the one she was used to seeing every day when she came home. Nan was walking down a foyer instead of out into her single room, turning left and heading down a hallway even though no such hallway existed, and her steps were… they were clumsy, hobbled by the leggings and panties she hadn't quite managed to step out of because she was so distracted staring at the words, 'Good girl,' as they sparkled in the center of her screen. Nan almost managed to piece it together then, coming closer and closer to the realization that wouldn't have helped her snap out of the hypnotic spell she was trapped in but would at least have made it all make sense… but then she entered a bedroom, and the sound of a familiar voice finally dropped her mind into placid oblivion.

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[supaqueer]

I finally figured out why I felt like I wasn’t progressing into the perfect edgeslut. I’ve been too nice to myself, letting myself touch my tdick while I edge. My edges were more like ruins, and I was so greedy that I don’t think they even counted as a full ruin. So I’ve put myself on no touch. If I’m going to cum, it’ll be by my nipples or not at all.

It’s been about two days and I have never been so foggy headed. I’m absolutely soaked and can’t stop thinking about getting touched. Not an edge, a ruin, or an orgasm. I just want to be touched. My tdick is aching and my nipples are sore. It’s actually humiliating when I watch other people get to cum without asking permission, and I’m not even allowed to touch myself

This is how edgesluts are meant to feel. Denied, needy, wet, and desperate

(Feel free to send me encouragement, spirals, hypno audio, or just tease the fuck out of me please)

[fertilefloor]

gender is what gets you hard, sexuality is where you hang out

[boyprxgg]

its your job to spread your legs and take load after load of thick hot cum, right? its your duty to fill your womb with as much cum as possible so it rounds out with babies!! there's no reason to deny it, you're supposed to swell up with milk and kids.

you'll be soooo so pretty if you just open up your pussy to whoever asks and let them plant their seed inside of you i promise!! i know youd get so horny hearing somebody groan "get pregnant get pregnant get pregnant" in your ear as they fuck you raw and hard. making sure they're balls deep when they cum inside you to make sure not a single sperm is wasted

its gonna feel so good to rub a big taut belly all day. pumps suckling on your puffy, engorged nipples to express the milk you're producing. its gonna feel so so good to have a fat baby bump spreading your thighs apart because you let someone claim your womb as their own. imagine how good its gonna feel to be stuffed full. all you have to do is spread your legs, maybe poke a few holes in a condom... c'monnnn

!! OP'S PRONOUNS ARE HE/HIM !! THIS POST WAS WRITTEN BY A TRANS GUY !! THIS IS NOT A DETRANS/FEMINIZATION POST !!

[desperate-boypussy]

having a medical kink and detrans kink really bites me in the ass sometimes 😖.

I just had to get a pap smear done and while my doctor originally said I could do a self swab her male nurse (who they always put me with since they think it helps affirm my identity) said I wouldn't get as clean of a sample and convinced me to do the full pap.

so there is was with my legs in the stirrups and when he asked if I wanted lube I said yes... until he looked at my leaking cunt and said 'doesn't look like you need any' and proceeds to insert the speculum. when i tell you my clit and pussy clenched and throbbed so hard I know he saw it.

ugh it was the most embarrassing thing ever but my pussy couldn't help but show off when a real man saw how wet I was 🫣

anyways if you want to hear more or just embarrass me further feel free to dm

[pastelwitchybabygirl]

Minotaur bull cocks who press the flat head against your hole and feel the resistance, and then try to push their hips a little harder to urge it in

And then after they relent and finger you a while to loosen you up, their cock head gets angry and red and drippy with anticipation. How dare they not be able to just immediately mount you like they would a heifer?

That's the price to pay with a pretty little thing like you with the tightest grip any Minotaur could imagine

They try again with that big fat flat piece, pressing it against your entrance, and waiting... waiting...waiting....waiti-POP! Immediately your grip has them twitching and nearly bucking in. It's addicting. They push slowly for both your sakes, because they don't want to explode right away, and they don't want to ruin your wet fuck hole, at least not like that.

Bottoming out takes a full minute of deep breathing and shaking from both of you, and the Minotaur pleads for you to relax before his cock just breaks off.

Just then, you smile tiredly up at them, and gently squeeze down your walls around them, and watch this huge burly minotaur lover nearly crumble. Turns out this is you relaxed,

And you just made them cum for the first of many times tonight.

[vvampirebitesv]

how to not be weird towards cis men... can i watch you piss ? can i hold it ? omg its so big... can i taste it ? can i lick ur balls ? can i feel it inside me ? i'm learning, okay...?

[muoi-art]

the distance between two

[stockholmgf]

The joy of getting eaten out is that it makes you feel very exposed and it feels very foreign and unlike any sensation you could replicate on your own. A gift from the gods

[tentaclemermaid]

idk i just feel that Being a Submissive is as much a skill as being the top/dominant in kink and it pisses me off when ppl treat it as if you are just the object upon which kink is Done To

like yeah the concept of that is hot, i literally have an objectification kink. the fantasy of having your agency removed and having no say in what is done to you, while undeniably sexy as hell, should be just that: a fantasy

in the Real World, being a responsible play partner as a submissive means taking ownership of your desires, and trying your best to meet your dom/top/etc where they're at. it is a mutual partnership, you are agreeing to play together. any submissive who can't or won't put in as much effort as the top is not someone safe to play with.

and like, i'm still pretty inexperienced when it comes to doing IRL kink with others, but damnit i take pride in my work, and i'm sick and tired of all these shitty bottoms who are trying to booktok dark romance in real life giving us a bad name!!!

at least for me, part of the point in taking on a submissive role in kink is the pleasure i get from doing exactly what i'm supposed to, to the best of my abilities, and having that effort acknowledged and praised. knowing that by being my subby slutty lil self i am giving my dom something that they can only get with me. why would you give that up???