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@transbestiary
introduction post
basic info:
❗this is my strictly nsft sideblog❗
name: milk
age: 22
pronouns: he/him
labels: queer, transmasc, aro, bi, t4t
region: EU
other: i'm a switch and a verse although sub and bottom leaning. i have adhd, if you'll ever decide to contact me i might end up getting nerdy so beware
sfw blog: @transbeast
I’ll be a fucking pervert about anything. I’m better than you
there's something that makes me so horny about hypnosis that you think is normal but over time starts to corrupt you. at first you and your hypnotist just do the things you talk about, but slowly they start adding in little suggestions and telling you to forget them. making you feel more submissive around them, more horny around them, little things at first.
then they start adding more, making you think its normal to spread your legs when they say, to think a proper greeting is a blowjob. pretty soon you've been completely transformed into a slutty hypnotoy and you dont even remember it happening, you've always been like this!
I did a pretty interesting scene with my girlfriend @trannytheophage last night.
She is *very* susceptible to hypnosis, and she has a trigger that can be used to make her forget anything of your choosing. She's also kinky enough that (in the right setting) she can take almost anything she hates and sexualise the suffering until she enjoys it.
I had something in mind that I knew she'd hate. So in the afternoon while we were getting ready to go to a play party, I gave her a sneak peak. I showed her exactly what I was planning to do. As expected, she hated it, but I was wanting to make sure that she wouldn't hate it enough for it to be a consent issue. Then I made her forget, so it would still be a surprise.
Early on at the play party I ran the scene I'd been planning. Another friend at the party joined in, adding extra parts to the scene that made it way better than I'd originally planned. My girlfriend fell deep into subspace.
When she surfaced, she growled and hissed at me and promised that she'd get me back. And I told her that no she wouldn't, because she wouldn't remember. I also told her she should mind her manners or I might extend her torment.
When the scene ended, I used careful phrasing to edit her memories, so she could remember everything she'd done with the third person in the scene but not anything I'd done, not the part that she'd really hated.
Trouble arrived only a few seconds later. My girlfriend was puzzled at some lingering sensations she had which couldn't be explained by what she remembered. I gave a kinda half-hearted "oh that's strange" and she leapt at me, pinned me to the ground by my neck, and asked me "What did you do? What did you make me forget?"
My other girlfriend opportunistically tickled my feet, and as I squirmed desperately I could not barely catch enough breath to say a single word. Once I was afforded the ability to speak again, I gave in. "I'll tell you I'll tell you! I'll whisper it to you." So she leaned in to hear, and I used her trigger to make her forget that I'd made her forget something.
She blinked a bit and then went "Why do I have you pinned to the floor by your neck..." and after a moment of puzzlement it dawned on her why she was feeling confused. And she started right back in, "What did you do!?"
This second time, after I offered to whisper it to her again, I managed to wriggle out of her grip as I was pretending to reveal it to her. And so as she forgot what she was doing once again, this time she came back to without anything obvious to remind her. I had gotten away with it.
Later in the night, she asked me to take a photo of her ass (which had just been spanked). I took the photo and showed it to her. As I took my phone back, I mentioned how I had a lot of other great photos of her from the night. And she looked confused and said "what do you mean, we haven't done any photos... we haven't played together tonight?" And I ineffectually deflected with "oh yeah of course".
She dropped me to the floor and started kicking me quite viciously. The third person from earlier joined in on the fun, stomping on me with her boots. I playfully protested, and eventually pulled the "I'll whisper it to you" trick again.
The other person said "oh that's a shame, I was hoping she'd realise who else had the information she was looking for" so I turned around and sweetly said "Hey <girlfriend>, <other person> has information about something you've forgotten." and then let the violent interrogation scene play out between the two of them.
The third person ended up being made to spill their info, and as my girlfriend walked away triumphantly, I whispered the trigger in her ear again. She wondered aloud why she'd been topping the other person, and I told her that it's because they'd been wanting to be bullied. She does aftercare for them, and then we all split off to do our own things for the rest of the evening.
And now I have written this, so she can enjoy the knowledge of how I toyed with her mind, and still feel the frustration of being clueless about what happened in the original scene.
I'll tell her what happened from time to time. I'll show her the photos. But it's not a memory I'll allow her to keep. She will only be able to savour it in brief flashes, as and when it suits me.
"Would you like some tea?"
My sweet boy doll wanted a talkbox.
He has been doing so well at becoming a doll, embracing the stillness, and enjoying being posed.
He's even feeling the clothes I dress him in.
And now it was time to move a step deeper into dollhood.
He has let me in to control his body, now it is time for his voice to be left in my care.
He adored being like a Victorian doll, with elegant clothes and an air of grace, and so we sculpted this idea that he was a sweet maid doll always ready to serve.
I brought him onto my lap, wove my ribbon between my fingers as I constructed the spell, and then spoke the ribbon into him.
That Miss Saphi was alleviating him of another burden; of knowing what to say or when to say it.
When he woke, he found himself so happy with his new vocabulary.
"How was that, sweet boy?" "I'm a good boy!" "Mhm, the spell feels good doesn't it?" "Would you like some tea?" "Someone's feeling excited, isn't he?" "I am Miss Saphi's good doll!"
When I gave him his words back, his breath was heaving with arousal. To have something so personal be bound in my ribbon and shaped struck him so deeply.
Sweetly and quietly, he asked to be played with.
My heart leapt at the chance, I felt so proud of him that he wanted to explore playing further.
So I gave him permission to play, to reach down and satisfy himself.
He warned me that he was a quiet doll, but he made such sweet sounds for me. The sweetest moans and whimpers.
That was until I shaped his words again.
"Is my doll getting closer?" "I- am- Miss Saphi's-- goOod d-oll!" "Aww, does my sweet boy want to cum? "I'm a good boy!" "Well go on, my doll, you've earned it" "Would you l-l-l-ike so- ome teeEEeeeaaa......"
He came so well for me, his elation shaped by my spell.
I soften his body and cooed to him in the aftercare, I was so proud of him.
Then with his face buried in his hands he confessed something to me.
Offering to serve me tea like a good maid boy while in the throes of pleasure was one of the hottest things he's ever done.
"no don't cum in me!!!!!" (with the intention of wrapping my legs around her so she can't cum anywhere else)
i should have two cocks inside my cunt grinding against each other until they both cum inside
Trans men are so inherently slutty to me. You openly tell people that you’re on a medication which has a primary side effect of making you debilitatingly horny. Anytime I see them and their little blogs all I can think about is how often they must be touching themselves to even try to satiate their voluntarily induced dogboy heat. A big issue facing Transmen is their high rates of dangerous sex because they’re so desperate to get fucked and too mind meltingly horny to worry about the consequences of being bred. It must be so tough for them being so hard and wet all the time, always craving to get pounded by whoever will give them the attention they need. I just want to help those poor, needy guys out, if not me who else is gonna get them off over and over? God knows they’re trying to do it themselves.
actually getting pregnant? no. bad. awful. I do NOT want that!!
having them grunt in your ear how they're going to knock you the fuck up like the worthless breeding bitch you are while they pound you into the mattress before cumming deep inside of you? YES. YESYESYESYESYESYES. LITERALLY NOTHING BETTER. YESSSSS. THE BEST. YES PLEASE!!!
Not me at all 😂
this belongs in an art museum
feat: @kittydollstuff
be a good boy, and i'll make sure the chainsaw blades don't dig too much into your neck
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What if I was just some fuckpet. What if I didn’t have responsibilities. What if instead it was my job to be cute and get fucked.
Being a Catholic priest is a form of kink roleplay. I think.
Ohh you’re wearing your little collar that tells everyone you’re not allowed to have sex? Do you belong to god? Do you call him your daddy?
repost with better colors
boys who stare and tilt their head. boys who pout and huff when they want attention. boys who get all fussy when they don't get a kiss every 2 seconds. boys who hide their face when they're shy. boys who love fingers in their mouth. boys who love their hair pulled.
‘Mounted’ as a word gets me so 😵💫😵💫,,, being mounted sounds so possessive, so encompassing, so primal,,,, hhhhh bunny brain likes the word a lot,, help. Getting ‘mounted’ is right up there with getting ‘bred’ I must confess whewf
