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what if someone staked me out with full intention on forcibly feminizing me but they realize that i'm a trans man and then force fem me anyway bc surely it'd be transphobic NOT to force fem me just because i was trans

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I love the idea of forcefemming an actual cus guy so much

It’d be fucked up of course, but that what makes it hot

disclaimer: i am trans & this is me hornyposting

i know why forcemasc is popular with transmascs & forcefem for transfems & that's fair, but this is kink, & i love horror, & i think it would rewire my brain if i got to see misgendering/transphobia/toxic gender roles as horror kink written by someone who doesn't actually see trans people like that & is just making weird porn

like, with the narrative acknowledgement that the victim is actually fully the gender they are in their head & that being forced into the gender they aren't is traumatizing & cruel? (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

g-d, now i wanna write a terrible kink fic no one is going to like but me

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At least you’ll look like one <3

can you make me cum like a girl

Oh no you won’t cum. Your pleasure isn’t my concern.

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You know something about Marking the girls you own?

You don’t need to stop at just the one mark

Of course all you’d really need is one mark telling the world where to return your possession if it gets lost

But I simply love applying marks

The screaming as she gets a new tattoo, the lasting pain as a brand heals, the teasing of the newly displayed art you put on her body, the moment she realises the mark is permanent, the moment she first gets a good look at it after it healed

So so many wonderful memories are made when applying a mark

So why only apply one?

It’s like buying a notebook, and only drawing on the first page

She has so much more space to play with!

Brand you name across her knuckles so she knows who she’s working for, Tattoo Slut across her forehead so everyone knows just what she is, write out Masochist across her back with a knife, letting the scars remind you each time you whip her, that she enjoys it oh so much

Even if her screams seem to tell you otherwise

Just look at all the marks she has, they obviously tell you she doesn’t know what’s best for her, that she enjoys being a slut, she enjoys being beaten, and she’s a liar who will never admit it

So just listen to the marks, not to whatever lies she has to say

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A newly owned Girl deserves a Mark

I particularly like Brands, an incomparable amount of pain, impossible to undo, and over in a flesh, searing your ownership into the little pet’s flesh

Making it so clear, that no matter what happens, you OWN her

That mark will never disappear

And in the early days I particularly enjoyed teasing that mark, the gentlest touch getting her seething in pain, her once more reminded of just what type of situation she’s in, she’s my pet now, my doll, my possession

Everyone knows it, even if she someone escaped, even if the worst happened to me, right across her chest my name is proudly displayed

Whether she wants it or not, she is mine and I will never let her forget that

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it’s pamper her small penis tuesday

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Hi dolls, since I notice ask responses don't do as well as "original" posts, I'll start doing Ask Requests

I still very much adore all your cute grabs for my attention, and I'll still anwser normal more personal asks when relevant, but I noticed asks are all I've been writing lately, so please send an ask with something you'd like me to write about, and then I can still write in a less conversational style

I'll tag "requests" I answer with #request and I'll be sure to also leave the relevant ask in the tags

Know that I probably won't answer each ask, but still very much love and appreciate each ask I receive, you dolls are so adorable and deserve to be hurt in whatever way you enjoy most <3

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Doll who keeps wetting herself at tea parties (because she's tied to her cute little chair, of course) and loses her bathroom privileges

A girl who can't hold her pee for a mere 8 hours really needs more practice, so why should I let a whiny little baby like her go to the toilet?

No, she needs to learn

She'll stay tied in that chair, her beautiful dress soaked in her piss, forced to drink cup after cup after cup, until she can hold her pee like a good doll

I suppose if she can hold for 24 hours after having drank 30 cups of tea, she can get her diaper back

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giving a girl permission to speak for the first time in a year and the only thing she says is "I love you" over and over again

she has to make up for lost time after all!

It’s so adorable, it’s like it’s the sentence she knows~

I’ll be sure to play with her non-stop until she says a new word, I wonder how many days that would take?

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um uh cutting off a girl's limbs so the only thing she's useful for is being a warm body to cuddle

thoughts?

I love it, turning a girl into nothing except for a cute little plushy I can cuddle with all night long

She doesn’t have say in it

The gag makes sure of that

I can just hold her as tightly as I want and never let go

I can hump her all night long, maybe even leaving my girl dick inside of her after filling her up for the night

I wonder what expressions my little plushy would make, when she first realises what I turned her into?

As I put her in my bed, look her in the eyes and say “this is your life now, little plushy, you will never leave this room again, you exist for, only for, my comfort

Each night I’ll put you in this bed and we’ll sleep together some nights I’ll play with you, other nights I won’t, but I’ll always want your warmth, that’s what plushies are for

Then each day you’ll patiently sit on my bed waiting for night time, if you’re lucky I might come up early during the day for a play session, but I wouldn’t count on it, especially since you will never leave this room again

you may struggle, though I doubt you’ll get far arms and legs are usually needed to move, and I do love it when my plushy wiggles around

You may scream, even if the gag makes it so so hard to get any noise out, and even if no one is around to hear it, you can do your best

And that’s all you can do

I’ll take care of your meals and needed bathroom breaks

And you’ll just sit here, every day, waiting for bed time, and then we’ll cuddle, maybe I fuck your brains out, and you get back to waiting

Aren’t you a lucky girl?

You’ve got the perfect life don’t you?

Now if you need anything I’ll be in the other room, just come over to ask for it!

Oh wait~

Laughs

Your muffled screams are so adorable

I’ll see you tonight, plushy”

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Thoughts on diapered puppies? Not that I'd ever want that to happen to me...

Well on rainy days or when I’m particularly busy, sure I put my puppy in a diaper, question cant use the toilet after all and we don’t want to make a mess

But generally a puppy is meant to poop and pee outside, we usually wait until the middle of the night, we don’t want the neighbours seeing of course

Even if some do, in all the darkness they never realise what my puppy used to be, all they see is a doggy

And then like a good doggy she’ll need to pee outside, lifting up what’s left of her leg and soiling the ground below her

She never managed to not get her stubs wet in the process, but that’s all part of the fun isn’t it?

Puppies do their business outside, and if they get a little dirty doing it, that’s on them

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Hey, they said to make a boy into a girl, they never said it had to be breathing girl

It’s their fault for not being specific enough

Banned from forcefem academy for excessive use of force

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heehoo i love drawing the kink dynamic between me and my partner. i am so normal

(cw for fauxcest, ageplay, forcefem)

i am the goodest little boy "girl" for Mama <3

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Perfect Pink Kitty...(tg/ff)

"I'm not your pink kitty!" Jake pouted as he stamped his heel in frustration like the very flagstone beneath his feet had accused him.  Behind him the Ellington Manor house loomed large, its grand arches and steepled windows belaying its roots in a more opulent era of British history. 

"Well, if you dress like a pink kitty, have ears like a pink kitty, and purr like a cute lil’ pink kitty…" Jamie pointed out as she approached him from their car, their shared luggage case rattling across the gravel as she pulled it along. 

There was a smirk on her lips as she toyed with his obvious discomfort.  There wasn't a part of him that didn’t match the description:  The pastel pink of his wig tumbled over his shoulder in a braid, his lips gleamed soft pink, his cheeks rouged to match, and even his nails sported the shell-pink Jamie had chosen for them, hidden away under the latex gloves covering them. 

He cursed the old him - the horny him.  The version of him that lain on the bed squirming as Jamie ran her vibrator over his caged cock, and teased him with the wicked details of all the things she was going to do to him - the soft, feminine things that she had taught him to crave.  In the cold light of day he just felt painfully vulnerable, like every one of the surrounding trees hid an old bully from school, or an ex who would step out and point, laughing at what he had allowed to happen to him.

But one word had managed to catch his attention.   One that left him a little confused.  

“Purr?”  He asked.

Jamie stopped a few feet in front of him, her hand snaking into the over-arm handbag she carried across her shoulder, seeking out the remote fob in control of the headband sitting on top of his head, complete with kitty his very own kitty ears.   In an instance the signal had been translated, the fine microcircuitry woven into the headband activating to pulse a signal directly into his unsuspecting brain. 

“Fuuuuuuuuuck!”  Jake hissed, waves of pleasure pulsed into his mind, obliterating any thoughts that might have been forming.  His body arched, his mouth open and closing even though her produced no sound.  Every part of him was flooded with the need to touch himself, running his hands up and down his body in a display that would have put even the most open of exhibitionists to shame. 

Every knowing smile she had given him as they had driven over finally made sense.  Every half-smirk and every knowing twinkle in those wonderful, brilliant eyes of her finally made sense.  No wonder she had insisted he donned the headband before they had left the house that morning. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”  Jamie asked, smiling politely.  “I’ve been working on a new delivery system for my patented pink-pleasure.  A new system of indoctrination to help bring girls under my control quicker.  And lucky thing that you are, you’re going to be my test subject for the weekend.”

She released the button and Jake collapsed back on himself, placing a hand on the nearby sandstone wall to steady himself.  “What the…?”

“I told you I’d make you purr,”  Jamie smirked.

“That wasn’t purring,”  Jake argued.  “That was...”

“Good?”  Jamie smirked.  “Fun?   You can thank me later.”

Jake shook his head in denial.

“Liar,”  Jamie chuckled.  “I know what it feels like because I tested it on myself before I used it on any of my girls.  I know how fucking good it feels.  How addictive it can become.  How much it can scramble your brains and make them leak out from between your legs.”

“What the fuck?”  Jake cursed, looking at Jamie like she’d just grown a second head.  “It can fry my brains?!”

Jamie nodded, confirming his suspicions.

“At the highest settings, with continuous use,”  She said, pointing at the headband that sat on top of Jake’s head.  “There’s a pretty little thing living in Essex whose IQ is now in the double digits because she spent an entire weekend pressing the button with the ears set to maximum.”

Jamie paused for a moment, looking thoughtful as she mused upon Jake's fate. “ You could have that, you know?  Have your entire existence distilled down into bouncy, mindless lust.  I mean it’d be a waste of your smarts, but…”

“There’s no way in hell I’m agreeing to anything!”

“...yet,”  Jamie countered. “Interesting side effect to the ears is they also make someone super-duper suggestible.”

She pressed the button once more, and Jake found himself mewling this time as a thunderstorm of arousal and pink electricity suddenly discharged itself in his head.  But this time Jamie didn’t let go.  She held it down until nothing existed between Jake’s ears but the pleasure.   

Only then did she release her hold over him.

No thoughts rushed in, filling the empty space left behind, no urges popped up to guide him in what to do next.  He simply stood as he was, eyes glazed, a pretty little smile on his lips as he floated in the afterglow of the mental assault.  Nerve endings still sparking little arcs of pleasure, mind ready and waiting to receive Jamie’s suggestions. 

“Can you hear me, Jake?”

“Yes..”  He responded, his voice softer than down. 

“You won’t want to remove those ears for the rest of the weekend.  They’re part of you now.  They complete you - the new, feminine you.  Without them you get all caught up in yourself - anxious and icky.”

Each word sank into him, imprinting onto his subconscious like indelible ink.   He loved his gift from Jamie.  Loved them with all his heart.  She was such a kind woman, allowing him to don them and show how much they meant to him.  Such a kind, wonderful, wise woman…

Just as quickly, the buzzing stopped and Jake suddenly remembered he could think, once more.  “What the…?  Oh, hell no!  You’re taking this too far, Jamie. ”

Jamie looked nonplussed, a detached sense of amusement across her features.  “I mean you could always take them off, right?”

Scowling, Jake made to remove the headband.  “Screw this.”

Only he couldn’t.

The minute he shifted his hands up, a deep sense of wrongness washed over him.  His chest filled with panic as he contemplated existence without his precious ears.  Without them to complete him, who was he really?   What joy would there be in life without them clamped to his head; without them making him feel cute.   His skin prickled with panic, his heart thumping in his chest.  Tears threatened to spring into his eyes.

He lowered his hands back down.

Good.  That felt right, the panic subsiding until the existential crises of an existence without ears had ebbed away.  

“What have you done to me?”   He asked softly.

“I gave you the one thing you desired - a chance to explore your femininity.”

“I thought it was going to be playing behind closed doors: a chance to wear lingerie and let you make me pretty!”  Jake protested, the urge to walk away mounting as his old fears of being publicly ridiculed rose up from the dark depths of his psyche.  

He’d had enough.  Even if he had to hitchhike his way home he would-

Jake didn’t even get a chance to take one step forward before he was shuddering in ecstasy, his body a live wire of white hot pleasure.  Jamie held up the fob in her hand, giving him a pitying look.

“Firstly,” She began as his mind emptied out once more.  “I know you’re anxious about this, sweetie.   But that’s okay, it’s perfectly normal.  Anyone would be all up in their own headspace about coming out to their friends.  You can let that go if you want.”

Jake suddenly felt lighter.  Happier.  More at peace with himself.  His muscles let go of every ounce of stress and worry that had been stored up within them, the gift of weeks worth of fretting and worrying about the day of the big reveal. 

“Secondly, you look too cute as a  girl to let go,”  Jamie continued.  “In fact I think you’ll find yourself letting go of all resistance to the idea.”

The latent sense of embarrassment and silliness melted driving on his temper tantrum.  He hadn’t realised what a silly boy he had been, holding onto all that subconscious worry about being discovered or someone recognising.  Everything was fine.  

He did feel cute. 

Wonderfully cute.

As cute as a button, and twice as hot.

The pleasure piled on, ratcheting up as Jamie held down the fob, determined to correct her pet’s attitude. 

“You want to continue this little experiment with me,”  She suggested, her voice a seductive whisper in his mind.  “You might struggle, you might even resist a little, but ultimately you want me to win.  You want the headband and those pretty kitty ears to win.”

Jake gasped in ecstasy, his mind laid bare as the commands took root.   Deep, deep down they burrowed, past his conscious mind and into the very core of his being.  There, it anchored itself to his id, ready to grow strong on all the fun and games Jamie had in store for him.  It would grow strong, with time, changing and morphing his sense of self until it entirely matched the desires that Jamie had awoken inside of him over all these months of play. 

“Good girl,”  Jamie praised as he made pretty little whimpers and moans, the intensity of the pleasure almost too much to handle.  “Now I’m going to let you go in a second, and then we can go enter the Estate and have a fun weekend with all our friends, can’t we?”  

He would do anything for her - for the ears.

“You won’t deny being my pink kitty for the weekend, because you want to see what it’s like to be my girl.  You want to test drive being my submissive pet, don’t you?”

Jake’s heart leapt with joy even as his mind seemed to leak out of every hole, pouring out as the fob continued to be pressed, the ears making it so hard for him to think straight. 

Yes, a thousand-million times yes!  

To be controlled like this; to be controlled by her?  It was divine.  Her voice was that of an angel; her words absolute.  She could sink her claws into him as deeply as she wanted, and he’d begged for more.  She could make it impossible to return to his old life, and he’d thank her for the honour.

“So just forget about the silly, silly argument…”

Jake’s mind grew foggy, the mists wrapping around his memory.  It was so difficult to remember why they had been talking - what they’d been talking about.   But he was aware as his cock jumped under the suit, spilling his acceptance into the suit, the sticky mess dribbling down the inside of his leg. 

He snapped back to reality, his head clearing within seconds.

“Oh,”  He said, blushing as he realised what had happened.  “I…um…”

“It’s okay, pet,”  Jamie offered up in reassurance.  “It’s your first time, and you were so excited to embrace your inner girl.  It was going to happen sooner or later.”

Jake felt his cheeks redden further, swearing he could already smell the drying cum wafter through the air.  “But everyone is going to suspect…”

Jamie smirked.  “That you’re the world’s bestest, horniest slut?”

“Uh…  I am?”  Jake asked, puzzled, feeling something tugging at the back of his mind.  Some half forgotten anxiety pang that was trying its hardest to warn him about something.

Something he had forgotten.

Something just out of reach.

“You will be once I’m finished with you,”  Jamie promised him, looping her arm through his and guiding him towards the oaken door of the Estate’s front door.  “Everyone is going to adore my new pet…”

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You wake up first in the morning you see your devote maid with morning routine kit for you, her whole body is covered in bite marks, she hopes for more as a treat for her stepping out of line and preparing your morning

There is only one thing I ask from a maid: Obedience

They don’t need to be nice

They don’t need to be pretty

They don’t even need to like me

They just need to what they’re asked

And only what they’re asked

She is a terrible maid

So I punish her

I punch her

I bite her

I berate her for the fact she enjoys this

She disgusts me

She wears a maids uniform

But she is no maid

A good maid stays out of her masters way

A good maid doesn’t try to help her master get out of bath, without being asked

A good maid doesn’t prepare her masters favourite meal, without being asked

A good maid does not take iniative

Her first obstruction was on her first day, it was simple, she saw a dirty spot in my room, and without thinking she tidied it

First impressions are important

So the rest of that day I spent beating her, ripping into her flesh, literally burning the words obedience across her chest

So she may never forget

That as a maid your duty is to Obey

It seems she doesn’t like the idea

Since then every. single. day. She has taken the initiative, I despise her

At the start of the week she did the laundry making sure that my clothes smelled extra nice, she even went to the store to buy a special scent I mentioned liking, I knocked her on the ground and tore off all her clothes, stuffing a big part into her mouth and ordering her to keep it in for the rest of the day

I’m not planning to buy her a new dress

The day after that she came into the room to bring me a cup of my favourite tea after I mentioned being a little thirsty, she didn’t even leave to brew it, she already had it prepared, she said something about me always wanting tea around this hour

I decided to be friendly, so I let the tea cool down a little before splashing it over her face and ordering her to get me the pot, she then held her hand over my cup of tea as I poured a new glass, the tea burning both her hands as she had to bring the second one into the pouring boiling water just to keep the first one still

Yesterday she decided to repair a vase I knocked over, I then promptly broke it over her head before fucking her in the shards

And when I fuck someone, I bite

I still feel the shards in my back, but I know she has more

And today, this

Interrupting my precious morning when she knows I’d rather not be disturbed

The frustrating thing is, she never directly disobeyed me, if she just sat back, wait until I asked for her, she’d be the best maid I’ve ever had

But she doesn’t… it’s like takes pride in taking the initiative every single day

I guess I’ll fuck her for the next 2 days

That will hopefully wizen her up to never do this again

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But I'm pretty? How could you hurt me? I think I look pretty...

Awww, cutie im hurting you because you’re beautiful

Your presitine eyes, your wonderful hair, the dress that looks like the very concept of clothing was invented just to heighten your beauty

You look like an angel

And what can I say?

I hate angels

You look perfect, and I want to break that perfection

Your skin is so soft and the shade is so nice, so I’ll beat it until it’s course and colourful

You’re face is the prettiest I’ve ever seen, and I want to see it covered in bruises

You be got the most beautiful eyes and I want to taste their tears

I want to ruin your beauty

But you know the most frustrating thing?

But each punch, every scream, each stab, every tear

It all makes you more beautiful

The more blood we spill, the more convinced I am that your beauty transcends all humanity

I’d end your life

But I fear your corpse will only be more beautiful

So I’ll keep you alive

I’ll keep torturing you

Basking in the beauty of the angel in my basement

She is beaten, she is starving, she hasnt seen the light in years, there are many pieces missing, there is no indignity that she hasn’t suffered

but she is an angel non the less

And I will continue to do everything in my power to extinguish her radiance

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As you work by your desk one of your limb shortned puppy toys, places her head on your lap and closes her eyes. She relaxes enjoys her time with owner, warmth of the body, every single sound you produce. One adorable, love intoxicated pet...

I gently pet her head, she turned out so well, im proud of myself

I snap my fingers, not looking down from my work

The pup knows what to do, her head raises and she stumbles on the paws we attached to her stubs, until she’s staring at my crotch

I put my skirt over her head, not looking away from my skirt

Its very hard to remove someone’s panties with only your mouth

But my doggy is an do some very difficult tricks

And before I know it I can feel my toy’s tongue going wild

Sometimes, when I have a hand free I pet her head with my free hand, I might even compliment her for how well she’s doing her trick

Sometimes I laugh as she tumbles again, seems that standing for hours at a time is a little hard on her little stubs

But she knows that if she manages to keep doing her trick until I tell her to stop we might to play!

So as the good girl she is she keeps licking, until im done with work for the day

I snap my fingers twice

She hastily crawls out from under my desk,

She falls over, she always does when she’s going too fast

But, with effort she picks herself up, as I just stare at my stupid little pup as it struggles with the most basic trick

She gets up walks in front of me, glances back at me, her eyes filled with joy, and then promptly presents her cute little ass for breeding

My doggy is so good at tricks