Ft"m" girl in my 20 Cw: cnc, forced detrans/feminization, hypno, knife play, humiliation, piss, other hard kinks. Trans man she/it/he in kink, he/him normally. â¨DMs always openâ¨
There's something very hot about unwinnable tasks and the punishment that follows
Standing on tip toes for a minute without letting your heels drop, but while wearing a vibrator at top power, and for every second you don't make it you get a spanking
Recite the alphabet - simple enough - but wearing a spider gag which makes it near impossible to speak, and for every unclear letter it's a day of orgasm denial
Sit on a series of increasingly large dildos all the way to the hilt, and then the one that is just too big, that you fit into your tight hole, is the one you get fucked with until it does go to the base
It is just hot to know you're being set up for failure
i need a man to turn me into his porn-brained gooner fleshlight, addicted to rubbing my cunt and edging my mind away to misogynistic porn and hypno files.
Something I like to do early on in a fakeboyâs training, shortly after she tells me her dead real name, is to make her say, out loud, the phrase: âMy real name is [their name], and I am a girl.â I donât force them to record and send it to me, though that is appreciated, because this is for them. I do this because hearing themselves admit it, hearing the words come out of their own mouths, puts them in a great headspace, and is probably more effective in some ways than anything I could do over text. I canât count the number of times that the first thing they told me after following this order is something along the lines of âMy cunt just clenched so hard.â
So thatâs why I have a challenge for all of the fakeboys who read this post. I want you to do the task outlined above, making sure to use your girliest voice. Thatâs it! Of course, reblogs, asks, comments, and DMs about how it made you feel, or even a reblog with audio or video of you doing it, would be appreciated and are definitely encouraged, but like I said, this is more about you accepting your true nature than anything else. Knowing that so many of you did it is enough for me.
loooove sabotaged commands. getting told to stay still whilst being violently overstimulated. getting commanded to speak while fingers are shoved in your mouth. getting told not to cry whilst they hurt you almost to your limit. itâs sooo fucking good. show your power over me, that you can tell me what to do and punish me when I donât even if you did it on purpose. just to make me squirm
Fantasizing about being a therapist that helps trans men with dysphoria, but really I just tell them to do things that make their dysphoria worse in the name of exposure therapy. âOh, youâre dysphoric about your tits? You should stop wearing your binder for a few weeks to get used to them!â âHow about I call you by your real- I mean dead name from now on so it doesnât bother you when your parents do it?â âYou get dysphoric having things in your pussy? Sounds like we have to have sex then.â Iâd slowly detrans my patients until theyâre all normal, happy girls.
Important reminders for ftmgirls. đ 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.
đ I hope this helps other girls. Daddy has been teaching me a lot of very important things. đ
Waking up after a one night stand to discover a collar around my neck. I try to unbuckle it but it's padlocked closed. He laughs at my panic, "Leave it, babe, it's not coming off. Now why don't you go make us some coffee?"
"What the fuck? Get this off me!" I shout, but then âĄZap! I feel an electric jolt run through me from the collar making me yelp in pain.
"That's the lowest setting," he tells me, holding up the remote in his hand. I lunge forward to grab it but he pulls away and zaps me again, holding down the button for a prolonged shock. The shock sets me off balance and I fall sideways off the bed and onto the floor, crying out in pain.
"OK, this is a very important lesson right here," he says in a low voice, looking down at my whimpering and crumpled form on the floor. "From now on you do exactly what I tell you and I won't have to shock you. But if you disobey me or try to escape, then expect the shocks to get worse every time. This collar was made for training big, dangerous dogs so it's perfect for mouthy bitches like you."
My first reaction is to shout back at him for calling me a bitch, but I catch myself just in time. He notices and smiles. "Not such a dumb bitch after all then."
"What do you want?" I demand, pulling myself into a sitting position.
"I think that's pretty obvious," he says, "I want you to do what I say. You don't need to think more long term than that - just do what I say and you won't get hurt. Now take your clothes off."
I take off my panties and the T-shirt I was sleeping in and stand there naked in front of him while he lies back in the bed.
"Good. Now get me that roll of tape ... perfect. Open your mouth wide..."
He stuffs a wad of fabric inside my mouth, pushing it into every crevice and then starts winding the tape around my mouth and chin to make sure everything stays in place.
"Perfect," he says when he's done, "You were making a lot of noise with those zaps before and I'd hate to disturb the neighbours. Now go make me that coffee."
I make it and bring it back to him in the bedroom, I feel ridiculous walking around naked, collared and with my face stretched and distorted from the gag.
"Kneel when you're presenting me with something," he says. I glare at him and kneel. He takes the coffee from me and says "I really need to get a table for this room. You'll do for now though - get on all fours and don't you dare move!"
I obey, feeling like I might cry, as he rests the coffee cup down on my back. He drinks his coffee and starts to gloat, "This is the life I could get used to I think, having a house bitch naked and waiting on me hand and foot." As he says that, he leans back and stretches his legs, then rests both feet on my back. "Mm yes I could definitely get used to this."
After his coffee, he tells me he has an even better idea and tells me to make a fist with each hand. He grabs the roll of tape again and wraps it around each of hands so that I can no longer move my fingers at all, they're stuck in permanent balled fists.
"You looked so cute down there on the floor that I think I'm going to make you my little puppy. From now on, you walk on all fours, you don't have hands you have paws, and you're definitely not allowed on the furniture. If you can prove yourself to be a good puppy then tomorrow I might take that gag out and let you eat and drink from your food bowls on the floor."
He sees my horrified expression and laughs "You know I actually forgot your name. Normally when I do that with a girl I fuck, I just pretend until it's time for her to go. But in your case, it might be better just to give you a new name to suit your new life. Welcome to your new life, Bitch."
Look at you: Doing just as you're told. Such a good girl you are~
Well done! It's clear that you are a natural-born slut. your need to serve and obey simply overpowers your rational thinking.
Notice how your tongue is already out, you're starting to salivate and struggle to breath in building heat, even though you've just started to read this post. âĄ
Admit it: The moment the prospects of being used, abused and praised by your beloved Professor come into your mind, your brain shuts off almost completely, the only thoughts you can have from then on is how to be a good whore for Me.
And then, as your brain completely gives up and focuses solely on that, you finally start thinking with your cunt. It gets wet, drippy and oh-so sensitive. It begs you to touch, to rub, to stroke and make it feel good, all the while your nipples get hard and perky.
Now, now. Why are you rubbing, whore? Who gave you permission to do so?
Keep your fucking hands away from your cunt until you're done reading this.
Get stupider, get more pathetic. Start rocking your hips back and forth as the heat keeps building up, ignoring how your hole is practically begging for you to rub it already.
Mhm.
Just like that, good girl!
you just can't help it, can you? It simply feels too good to stop.
Don't blame Me for it. Blame the fact you were born with a cunt between those legs. The moment you found that one filthy post, your inner slut came out as you slowly began to be corrupted more and more.
And now, here you are. A slave to your Master. Doesn't it just feel so good to be brainwashed? To become stupider with every single word? To feel so at ease reading the pretty red and pink words?
Of course it does. Itâs only natural for an inferior cunt like you to submit to a God like Me.
you donât need Me to tell you how wonderful it makes you feel, how it makes your sensitive bits throb, or how it makes your head get all fuzzy and bubbly.
you know full well that being a hole is your truest calling. you canât deny how wet and needy it makes you to be made into an object for Menâs pleasure.
Simply accept it. Say it.
You are a whore.
You are a slut.
You were born to be a hole.
You were born to be a cocksleeve, a human fleshlight.
You donât believe Me? Reach down your panties and tell Me Iâm wrong.
See how stupidly wet youâve gotten just from a little degrading text?
See how easily you reached down to verify for yourself, just because I ordered you to do so?
Ah, such a good girl you are~
Come on, donât be shy. Be a good girl and reblog this post, then comment to letting everyone know how much of a pathetic cunt you are for your beloved Professor and how horny these posts make you.
Once youâve done that, you are allowed to rub yourself silly just for Me.
You tried bottom surgery to âfinally become a real manâ⌠but the surgeon was in on the kink.
Woke up with a perfect, tight pornstar pussy instead.
No dick, no balls, just smooth, puffy lips and a cute little clitty where your pathetic tdick used to be. Itâs so small now, barely a pink nub peeking out, twitching uselessly every time you think about how you got corrected. You canât grow a single pubic hair down there anymore, completely bald and baby-smooth forever, like your bodyâs screaming âthis is girl cunt, not boy parts.â
No matter what you do, youâre always soaking wet and hypersensitive. Just walking makes your thighs slick, the slightest brush of fabric has you biting your lip to stifle a whimper. You feel sooo empty and needy all the time, that greedy hole clenching around nothing, begging to be stretched and filled like the desperate breeding slut you were always meant to be.
You tried stuffing a packer in your panties like you used to, pretend you have something down there, but the friction against your swollen folds is unbearable. Ten minutes in and youâre a shaking, dripping mess, forced to pull it out before you cum in public like the humiliated fakeboy failure you are.
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