just got back this morning from an exclusively transfeminine house party voice: y'all were not kidding about how good it feels to have/show off/press on bruises the day after huh

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just got back this morning from an exclusively transfeminine house party voice: y'all were not kidding about how good it feels to have/show off/press on bruises the day after huh
stumbles out of the shower flustered covered in lipstick marks and my hair is tousled and I say you should see the other girl and you look in the shower and there's nobody there
you have to tease and flirt with the fat tall girl you have to
she's gonna put up the walls of social decency and she'll try to make sure the comfort of others comes before her sanity but you have to break her until she stops caring about anybody other than her soon-to-be owner
don't stop if she starts breathing funny and whining that's just the sign you're doing it right if its hips start rolling or it squirms in its seat you get to take it home thems the rules
the good thing is if it reacts at all after starting in the wrong headspace that's because it's already way way past any kind of internal barrier and your job is basically already done you just have to let it feel your breath on its ear or your teeth on its throat and it won't ever want to leave no matter how sweet you hurt it because it just loves you more when you do promise promise promise
did my estradiol shot finally a couple days ago, and it looks like leaking's back on the menu girls
discovered on the way to a pretty girl's house that the click of a dog collar clipping into place is a swap trigger for the really insanely submissive alter. which could mean nothing.
have we considered stifling of moans as a form of denial?
the service dom who seeks pleasure from my own forced to watch me perform my own pleasure inexpertly when they could do so much better, but how much worse would it be if I kept myself quiet? biting back those telltale sounds as a force of habit freed from their guiding hand saying to "sing for me, angel"?
I think it'd be nice to hear them beg for scraps, hints, sunbeams through the cracks, until something snaps and I don't get a say anymore. until desire gives way to focus gives way to need gives way to action, y'know? anything to hear the moans again.
i want my arms taken from me so so bad, like. tie them back or hold them down or take them off but under no circumstances let me use them. arms are a tool for those with agency and i don't ever want to forget that agency's not something for me to have.
oh figured out recently the only use I have for vestigial mommy voice on a day to day basis is to talk to computers when they're malfunctioning because it adds enrichment to pretend the machine sitting under my desk is some manner of sickly bird or dying child whenever it starts breathing a little heavy, and I would HIGHLY recommend breaking it out if tech troubles start becoming an issue