Hi! This is my intro post if you want information about me! First off, I am 20 and this is all NSFW. No minors. I don't mind how old you are after that <3 I love asks, especially if they are humiliating. I will DM anyone pictures if you just tell me you want them. No need to ask, introduce yourself or anything like that. I'm happy to just be your porn <3
I am FTM but in kink spaces I love to be forced to be a girl. Reminded and humiliated for being a girl so don't be scared to push me and degrade me if you like. I like mean, try to make me cry. I don't send face pictures but I would if you made me cry out of dysphoria. Call me she/her or it if you like. My deadname is Cadence. I actually find it really humiliating to be called it repetitively. You can really call me anything though. I'll of course call you whatever you want.
I have a lot of kinks but I am really open to most things. I'm not into scat or feet but like certain things with piss for the humiliation of it. Forced breeding, holding eggs, holding piss, breast growth, fauxcest, hypnosis, dumbification, pet play (pup, bunny), cnc, blackmail. Really humiliation is my biggest kink. Even if I don't like it, if you make it humiliating I will love it even though I don't want to. Just because I didn't list it doesn't mean I'm not already into it. My likes are open if you want to get a good idea of what I shamelessly indulge and rub to.
One more thing. I absolutely adore tasks. Give me a task, even if I don't want to do it and convince me to do it for you because it would make you so happy. Yes, my uncomfortablness is apart of what makes you so happy so its okay I'm so uncomfortable and don't wanna do it.
I lied about being a boy, to make up for being a liar @f3male-fixr-too told me to keep between my legs shaved for a whole month. Not only that, but I must make this post to invite anyone to dm me and make sure I'm keeping up on staying shaved and smooth like a real girl. I'm sorry for lying and tricking everyone, I'm really a girl
can’t stop thinking about object insertion, especially accidental/forced/public object insertion.
you’re on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt that’s just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but it’s too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe it’s metal? It’s dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, you’re wearing a thong today. There’s nothing stopping whatever this is from being pushed up against your hole.
You can feel your face turning red, feel the shiver in your stomach, but luckily you don’t see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see what’s happeni— the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and it’s inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although it’s not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and you’re definitely leaking now.
Are they doing it on purpose? It’s not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. You’re not moving either. You kind of want to. The subway starts up again, and with it, the bottle pushes a little deeper, and a little deeper, with the swaying of the train. It’s starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you can’t move. Deeper, and it’s starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?
You feel so full now, and it’s heavy, like it’s filled with water. But it’s moving so slow, and you can’t help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly it’s sliding in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with enough force that you can feel yourself getting close. The train is reaching a station again and fuck, you’re amount to cum in the middle of a crowded subway. It screeches to a stop and this time the water bottle slams deep inside of you, too deep, and you’re cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but you’re too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of what’s happening.
What was your stop again? More people are filing in and it’s too late to move or pull away. The bottle is still in you, still stretching and stuffing you. You don’t even know if its owner is still behind you, or if it’s just being held up by your tight hole. You realize if you take it out now, everyone will see the bottle fall from under you. They’ll know exactly why you were shaking and panting, and notice the cum flowing down your legs. You have to keep it in. You’ll have to walk off the subway without anyone knowing that under your skirt, a stranger’s thick, full water bottle is stuffed up your hole, fucking you with every step you take. It’s going to be a long ride. How many more times will you cum with all those people around you, not knowing if this was an accident, or if someone decided to shove something up your pretty hole because you were an easy target?
Such a cute little bunny, I want to breed you so badly
Thank you!! Please please please breed me. I'm so desperate and needy all of the time, you could find me anywhere and start groping me and I would let you, hoping you'll take it futher and get me pregnant. I need someone to force me to be a mommy, too feminine to pretend to be a boy. I'll be a cute bunny, a puppy, a slut, a cocksucker, a fleshlight, whatever you need just pleaseeeee someone please put a baby in me
Ive been reading and watching so much porn about girls minds degrading to only think about cock. Never has it has any effect on me until last night. I'm not sure if I'm actually disturbed by this or turned on. On the bus I was waiting for my stop, listening to the street names. The bus said Cook Ave but I heard cock ave, for a few seconds all I could think about was cock and how much I wanted one in me. I instantly started to get wet and fidgeting. The part that disturbs me was just how much cock was the only thing on my mind, I legitimately almost missed my stop I dazed out. Maybe I shouldnt engage in porn as much but fuck it feels so good
U sound like such a cute delusional girl, that needs her pussy to be raped so she accepts who she really is, am i right Cadence? >:)
I wish I could try to argue and say I dont sound like a desperate girl but with everything I post on here.. I'm basically screaming it. Its humiliating enough to have to answer to you calling me Cadence, to even argue that I dont need my pussy raped. Admitting I have a pussy is humiliating enough let alone defending why it shouldnt be raped. Its just a losing fight :( I can try but in the end I think I would forget all about being a boy if a real man filled my pussy... so yeah.. maybe you are right sir
I get so embarrassed calling my body parts what they really are. I know I dont have a dick. I cant call it that but I really dont want to say clit either because it only confirms I'm really a girl.. its so humiliating. I need to be forced to repeat whats actually between my legs until I'm so used to it that its not humiliating anymore
I did something really dirty and embarrassing. The worst part is, I did it all on my own. No one made me. I went to the mall, listening to detrans hypnosis, went into a clothing store and spent time picking out a cute pack of panties and bras. My favorite pair of panties have cute little lemons. It was humiliating for the cashier to look at me and see me buy just lingerie. It was the worst part but made me so, so wet. I went to a family bathroom and changed into my new underwear and started to hump the edge of the sink while watching myself look like a desperate girl. I havent wore a actual bra in years. I didnt take it off. I came in the bathroom and kept wearing them around the mall. I kept listening to hypnosis. I felt like I was going crazy, I could feel how wet I was on the bus home. I was even letting my eyes cross like an ahego expression when the hypnosis told me to. I dont think anyone noticed...
My face is so feminine, even after 9 years on t I still look like a pretty girl. It sucks not being able to "pass" as a boy because my face is so girly. It's only going to get worse after being off of t for a while...
This makes me dysphoric just thinking about my face never changing to look like a man. Last month was one year on testosterone but it doesnt change my big lips, especially my bottom lip, my long eyelashes that make my eyes look so pretty and girly. Testosterone will never be enough no matter how long, just look at the evidence from op, even nine years means nothing when your face still looks like a girl
reblog this if you want vicious transphobia and rape threats in your dms. i’m sure there are more men out there than me that need to take some anger, hatred, and aggression out, so if you’re a fakeboy fleshlight and punching bag please make yourself known.
(reply or comment if you’ll send your deadname or your tits in dms)
Top ten things that make me dysphoric in no specific order!
1. My real name is Cadence, calling me Cadence reminds me of what I was born as, who I really am. It just sounds so girly.
2. My face. It looks so feminine, long eye lashes, big feminine lips that just like they are meant for sucking cock like a good girl.
3. My height. I'm only 5'5", real men are always taller than me, reminding me I'm just a small fucktoy.
4. Getting wet. Whenever my pussy gets all wet and needy I just feel like a desperate whore, leaking and desperate for a cock. Craving cock in my pussy is such a girly thing.
5. My hair. Even on testosterone for a year now, my hair doesnt look like a boys. I still look like a girl, not even a hairy one.
6. My voice. Again, even after a year on testosterone I still sound like a girl. My voice is so soft and gets soooo high when I'm rubbing my clit.
7. Rubbing my clit. Its too small to ever be mistaken as a real man's dick. Its just a button to make me crave cock like a pathetic slut. I cant stop rubbing though. Not when it feels so good
8. My thighs and ass. Baggy pants dont matter, my thighs are big, especially in the back to lead up to my ass. Clothes dont really hide my feminine hips and ass.
9. Talking to real men. Talking to a real man can always put me in my place, reminding me of our differences. Taller, deeper voice, Adam's apple, pants bulge, hairy, masculine smell, dominate, strong. Everything I'm not because I'm a girl.
10. My chest. My tits aren't super big but aren't unnoticeable at D cups. I try to bind but it feels like everyone can still see them. If I go out in a sports bra all I can feel is my tits bouncing with each step, or each bump on the bus. I feel so girly with bouncy tits like mine
Fundamentals. I get a lot of questions about how to become sluttier.
People want the advanced techniques. The hypnosis files, the conditioning protocols, the elaborate training regimens. And those work, don't get me wrong. I'm a fan.
But everyone overlooks the basics.
If you want to be a slut, start by telling yourself you're a slut. Out loud. Repeatedly. It sounds almost stupidly simple, but repetition rewires the brain. Affirmations aren't just self-help nonsense. Every time you say something about yourself, it becomes a little more true.
So let's practice.
I want you to say these out loud. Actually speak them. If you're somewhere you can't talk, then wait until you can. This only works if you hear your own voice saying the words.
Ready? Say it with me...
"I'm a slut."
Simple. Clean. The foundation everything else is built on. Say it again.
"I'm a slut."
Notice how it feels in your mouth. Notice if you resist it, if something in you cringes or deflects. That resistance is what we're wearing down. Let's move on...
"I'm a slut and I'm proud of it."
There. Now we're adding acceptance. You're admitting you enjoy it. I understand that's a little uncomfortable to say out loud, but say it again anyway. You need the practice.
"I'm a slut and I'm proud of it."
Good! Now let's move on to your body...
"My body needs to be used."
It’s really important that you acknowledge these things. You've probably thought it before, late at night, touching yourself. But you might have never said it out loud. Never made it real by speaking it into the air. Now you have.
"I get wet when I'm degraded."
Check if it's true. Right now. Are you wet? You probably are. You're reading this post and saying filthy things about yourself and your body is responding exactly the way a slut's body should. I hope you still have enough brains to figure out what that means.
"I'm happiest when I'm being fucked."
Think about it. When was the last time your brain went fully quiet? I bet it was when you were getting fucked, too overwhelmed to think, reduced to sensation and need. That's your natural state. I'm just helping you access it more easily.
"I'm a desperate, needy fuckhole."
We're getting a little cruder now. Your voice might have faltered on that one. Say it again, clearer this time.
"I'm a desperate, needy fuckhole."
Own it. You're not just a slut in some vague, socially acceptable way. You're a desperate, needy fuckhole. Specificity matters.
"My holes are for cock."
All of them. Say it again and think about each one.
"My holes are for cock."
Your mouth. Your cunt. Your ass. They all have the same purpose. They're all just warm places waiting to be filled.
"I belong on my knees."
Say it and imagine it. The feeling of your knees hitting the floor. The position of service. The way it feels to look up at someone who's about to use you. That's where you belong. It feels good to admit it.
And finally...
"I'm a good slut."
This last one's important. You're not a bad slut. You're not a shameful slut. You're a good one. Obedient and eager. Wet and ready when you're needed. It's something you should be proud of.
Now let's wrap it all up with a pretty little bow...
Say all of them again, in order, without stopping. Let them run together until they become a single declaration of what you are:
I'm. A. Slut.
I’m a slut and I’m proud of it.
My body needs to be used.
I get wet when I'm degraded.
I'm happiest when I'm being fucked.
I'm a desperate, needy fuckhole.
My holes are for cock.
I belong on my knees.
I'm a good slut.
Do this every day. Morning and night. Before you touch yourself and after you cum. Let the words sink in until you believe them just as much as I do.
I went on the bus without a sports bra or binder. I had a hoodie and winter coat on and open, I swear you couldnt tell. I was only out for a little but I was so aware of my tits. When the bus stutters I felt my tits bounce against my shirt, making me pull my hoodie closed together. I felt like everyone was staring at me, knew I was just a slut. It was just in my head but I still remember how it felt. How wet it made me
