gods specialest evilest princess

freak transsexual sideblog. 20s. attention addict. lover of pain discomfort and dubious consent.

[begravning-lakare]

Bruises from car car accidents

[misscaptor]

I’m so proud of you, pet. You take it so well. Do you remember when you’d kick and scream and cry whenever I’d pull this toy out? Beg me not to force it into you? Beg me to go slow, warm you up to it, begging louder and pushing me away when I refused to be gentle. You were such a rude little thing, weren’t you? I’m so happy that you realized that your owner just wants you to feel good. Don’t you feel good now, pet? Isn’t the ache of it pressing into you exactly what you needed?

Don’t be scared, pet. This is what you’re made for. You’re made to be a toy for me. Something for me to use. I love the way your face twists up when I make you take it to the base. I love the way you gasp and arch your back when it hits too deep. I love to make you take it all. You’re made to take it. You’re made to be used like this.

[dragongirlbooty]

religious daughter: mommy's ass is divine

communist daughter: material conditions have led to mommy having a soft, plush ass

agnostic daughter: nobody knows why to feels good to hump mommy's ass

[dumbdoegirl]

btw i’ll fawn whenevr u hit me. you don’t have to worry abt me telling anyone cuz ill look at you (and think of you) like god. okay?

[sporedosed]

[sealdyke-deactivated20260407]

want to cum on the face of someone who hates it. the look of anticipation and discomfort turns me on. if you move away i’ll fist your hair and position you how i want. forcing you to face me as you try to turn away is just going to get me closer. if you’re obedient from the start cringeing all the way through i’ll get off on how you do what i say even when you hate it. i always win and i’ll always rub your face in it. anyways. don’t fucking move

[firm-hand-soft-heart]

I'd never kick a puppy, but a dog on the other hand...

[sadistic-binds]

[maxxie-or-smth]

who wanna fuck me while i stare into space and zone out and generally dissociate and you can do whatever you want really

[dumbdoegirl]

sometimes all a girl needs is to stare vacant eyed into a camera holding up double peace signs while dressed in clothes she would never pick out for herself.

[pain-with-pleasure]

[colbyskennel]

if i’m messaging you and i start repeating letrers andd muspelling words im probsbly jerking offff

[bunnyboy063]

Need a man who cums in his pants while I'm kissing him

[ifitbleedsbiteharder]

god is it too much to ask for someone to restrain me like a wild animal with my hands bound and neck tied to a post and so someone can use me like a dildo and i can feel the fear mixed with the pleasure as my hot breath warms their neck and every strain against the restraints holding me causes their heart rate to jump cuz they know i want to rip away from them and hold them down and fuck them till theyre crying and

[ineffablel]

[faggibal]

really in the mood to get forcemasced now... and by forcemasced i mean really forced, made into a hyper masculine version of myself.

i know i'm not a girl, but if so, why do i keep wearing feminine clothes? why do i have long hair, still? why the fuck do i paint my nails? you decide to change that; you'll beat that shit out of me soon enough. you come over, and we're having fun - pizza, beer, a horror movie. i'm having fun but before i know it, i'm tipsy and falling asleep on your shoulder. i have no idea that the beer you gave me wasn't just alcohol. when i come to, i'm laying in my bathtub, only in my boxers, while an electric razor shaves off my beautiful long hair.

"shh, boy," you soothe, running a hand down my shoulder, already imagining it thicker, more muscular, covered by dark long hair. "it'll be alright," you say and hold me down while i thrash and writhe. 'what the fuck', i try to scream, but you cover my mouth with your large hand. you're so much stronger than me, i realize, i have no chance of getting out of this.

from now on, you keep a careful eye on my transition. you've established a routine - first, a strenous morning work out. a shower, then a shaving razor stuck into my hand, with the only instruction being to leave some stubble on my face or else i won't be able to sit right for a week. then you watch me as i apply my tgel, a grin on your face and predatory look in your eyes. two pumps. you don't care that my doctor prescribed me only one, and you slap my face, hard, whenever i mention it. then, you have me on my knees, sucking you off, just to show me how big my dick can get, teach me how faggots suck cock. when it's finally time for me to dress myself, you pick my clothes, since i've shown time and time again i cannot be trused with these decisions. you've thrown away all of my pre-transition clothes, ripped some of them in front of me. you always pick something that will hide my rapidly diminishing curves and make me look like a man that actually deserves to be called one. before i put on my t-shirt, you throw my binder at me and watch as i hide my chest for you. "you're so much sexier when you're flat," you sometimes say, or "i can see your stomach getting hairier, you're becoming so handsome for me". i'm already a boy, but you'll make me a man.

[g0ld-st4r-b0y]