I want someone to cum in panties and force me to wear them. I want to sit with how gross and humiliating it feels. How owned I feel. I want them to ask for update pictures, to make sure I'm being good and keeping them on.

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I want someone to cum in panties and force me to wear them. I want to sit with how gross and humiliating it feels. How owned I feel. I want them to ask for update pictures, to make sure I'm being good and keeping them on.
I think it would be super humiliating if every time I saw a cock, I trained myself to say thank you. Really focus on my gratitude as a dumb dyke to cocks everywhere ☺️
Leaked video but it's just me absolutely worshiping a cock. People think I'm drunk in the video but in truth I'm just so aroused it feels like I'm high rubbing my face on their cock, drooling all over it, even sucking on their balls. It circulates everywhere and despite all my friends claiming they haven't seen it, most of them are struggling to meet my eyes nowadays.
There's something so delicious about flirting with a guy that knows my sexuality. I'm out and proud, and he knows that. But he still leans in, still has a wandering gaze for all the parts of my body that have always been for women. Still gives all the tells of being interested that I give right back. We don't take it any further, but the look in his eyes dares me to cross that line.
The concept of a man fixing me is hot in the sexy way, of course, but imagine also having someone you can bring to your family reunion. Someone they approve of, finally, that they can see you having their cute grandkids with and you taking their last name without any confusion about who's wearing the suit. The way they'd probably avoid bringing up your other relationships - after all, you're finally in a serious relationship. No need to bring up your silly prior "girlfriends." No, there's much better things to chat about - when's the wedding? Have you moved in together? Thinking about kids, maybe? You're not getting any younger.
They'd never bothered with your girlfriends, you realize in retrospect, and that thought burns. But who can blame them, really? It's clear that you were never a dyke at all. Just a confused girl. Maybe they saw that all along.
Right right being forced into conversion therapy is a hot thought but consider - voluntary admit. It's a well known facility, and though people don't exactly know what goes on there's plenty of speculation. You've had people gently suggest you going before and it just gets in your head. Maybe you can be fixed. Maybe you should be. So you take the time off, submit a medical leave, and go. The experience, of course, is life changing but even more is the fact everyone knows you signed up for it. No one forced your hand. Just choosing to become a good girl and everyone around you knowing.
Quickest Intro in the West:
Hi, I'm Sofie, but you can call me whatever you want <3 Semi-reformed dyke with a cock obsession, it's a lifestyle not a hobby. Minors begone, etc, if this isn't your cup of tea, see you later
I love posting about orientation play, humiliation, denial, and piss, and have an endless queue for similar stuff.
I enjoy receiving humiliating, nasty, or mocking asks and tasks. I am unfortunately greedy and do not share the best ones for a while (hehe).
I'm not looking for an online relationship or play, though I enjoy having a community for all my favourite kinks.
It's hilarious how often pregnancy comes up even for an out and proud lesbian tbh. Like when I called my family sobbing over an unrelated issue, they fully told me weeks later that they assumed I was pregnant. Like it was a perfectly natural assumption, like it was all that would matter to me so much.