#mtf dom

[unseelie-slut]

Your big sister came home from that big party she'd be talking up all week, with a sheepish expression and proverbial tail between her legs. You enquire, somewhat smugly, what went wrong - but the genuine and unguarded answer shakes you of any potential mockery you were hoping too cook up.

She said the minute she got any booze in her, all she could think about was coming home to her little sister. Your heart soars, for so long now it's felt like you and your beloved big sister were drifting apart as she got older, seemingly deciding she was too cool for you. You still don't fully understand how alcohol WORKS, you know it makes adults act dumb or like kids. So it warms you to think your sister couldn't it drink it without being sent wandering back into your arms.

She's wrapped around you now, laying ontop of you all heavy and warm. Her slurred breath smells a bit like Dad's whiskey, as she whines softly about how much she loves you and she misses you. It's almost to good to be true, that she'd be feeling all the same things you were. It almost is anyways, but her heavy hands palming at and roughly gripping your tender budding breast grounds the moment in messy reality.

The more strained gasps and yelps escape your throat, the more you try to wiggle out of her grip - the more bold and excited her hungry hands get groping and gripping all over your body. You know enough to know, big sisters aren't supposed to touch their little sisters like this. You especially know you shouldn’t feel the sizable bulge tightening in her jeans pressing against you as she began to grind herself against you.

You try and say something, anything - a weak and soft protest escaping your lips as she shifts back only enough to undo her jeans pushing them down only so far as is enough for her sizable member to spring free, veiny and twitching in anticipation. She only shoots back muttered drunken and teary eyed replies about how much she loves you and needs you. You say nothing more as she pushes your panties to the side - and slowly, achingly slowly she presses each inch of her length into your cunt, wet and buzzing with the wrongness of it all. All the while, between her breathy gasps and stuttered groans, she whines about how much she loves you. How she never wants to be apart from her sister. You don't understand, and it hurts, and feels wrong. She picks up speed now, thrusting in and out somehow going DEEPER into you with each thrust - and you feel so violated, so undone. Tears are streaming down your confused face as you try to bite down your own strangled and confused moans. But... your big sister is FINALLY paying attention to you again, like you'd been dreaming of - how could you say no? How could you say no even if you wanted to?

[saphig-iawn]

Milking Her Mind Away

Since playing with her body and entwining it in my ribbons, a doll wanted to explore hypnosis with me further.

She was so inspired by so many things that we ended up having quite a list of things to possibly do, and that list is continuing to grow.

But she did decide on something, inspired by another session I did with a doll of mine, cow girl transformation.

She prepared a little outfit, a cow girl bikini stop with cow print armlets, and a cute black skirt. She had cute little cow ears and horns, and a beautiful cow print collar complete with bell.

That was when inspiration struck.

My spells are things that are woven, and they can find purchase in more places than someone's mind.

I said to the doll that I was going to weave this spell into the collar.

That the moment she feels the clasp on the buckle close-

THRUM

A deep arousal will bloom inside her, and an inescapable pressure begins to build within her chest.

Then she realises that this arousal is unlike anything else, its deep, its primal, its animalistic.

Its an arousal that has no real word to describe it because the animals that feel this deep need have no words to use.

It is just there and hungry and needing and wanting

And there it was again.

The look on the doll's face that I've come to adore.

The look of realising the power of my spell and that the point of no return is rapidly diminishing in the rearview mirror of her mind.

Perhaps when I turn her into a statue or a portrait I'll have her face held in this expression.

But the dam of self restraint within her is creaking, its groans felt deep in her bones. It can't be ignored, and it won't be. Animals operate in impulse after all. A stimulus causing an unstoppable domino run.

Her eyes darted about in the middle distance, unfocused. She's not animal, she's a person, she shouldn't be feeling this in such a raw way, but the mental gymnastics did precious little to answer why she had these basest urges ravaging her mind and her body.

Her breath was quicking, her hands were grasping and pawing needily.

She felt a precipice approaching but her words were beginning to melt in her mind. She would try to snatch something, anything to say but the words crumbled into letters and the letters into sand that fell between her fingers.

But my spell gave her something to say, something succinct, something perfect as the precipice was at her doorstep.

I could see what needed to happen dawning in her eyes, but her mind wouldn't have said it so eloquently, nor using any words because her mind only offered one thing...

To moo...

Her mind became a passanger as the cow within her began to take control, the performance of her humanity falling off her skin like satin.

Gripping her at her chest she finally mooed.

She bucked and arched in the beauty of its simple power.

She clawed at her skirt and top to start milking.

There was no mistaking that was what she was doing. All of those pesky words were now dripping out of her udders, so she couldn't even know the words for getting off.

Every stroke extracted a moo from her heart. Every moo made the arousal deeper and ravenous.

What was so beautiful was seeing her as she was on all fours milking herself.

You could see those little moments where her personality would try and shine through, like she'd spot the camera and pull a sexy face, but then her eyes would glaze over and the tongue she held out in cheekiness would hang loose as she milked just that little bit harder.

Slowly, those flashes of her would soften and wane until she was just a mindless cow, mooing and milking.

She made such a sweet batch of milk for me, and the poor thing was so spent she was barely able to hold herself up afterward.

We wound down our session with a little dollification, helping her roiling mind calm into stillness as I tended to her body.

While I adored her mindless cow girl face, seeing her so poised and focused, like a freshly sharpened blade was exquisite.

Yes-

I think I know what I'm going to do with her next.

She will look so pretty in porcelain.

(This writing is about a real hypnosis session with real hypnosis and real people. If you would like to see more writing like this, then please support me over at https://ko-fi.com/saphig, where you can also commission 1-on-1 hypnosis sessions and have your own piece of writing just like this!)

[yourfavfakeboy]

This >_<

we need to normalize transfems using transmascs cunts for stress relief!

our boycunts are the perfect tool for transfems to relieve their stress and pent up cum!

transfems: don’t be afraid to push a transmasc down and pump his boypussy full of your girlcum, it’s your right!

transmascs: when a transfem says she’s having a hard time offer her your boypussy!

let her empty her balls in you entirely no matter how overstimulated you get!

don’t make her use protection, you want her to feel as good as possible!

submit to her will while she fucks and fills you!

[thelanamadisonblog]

Who is this DIVA?

[sandrasexyabdlmommy]

Dm me sissy babies

[oenthevampyre]

Remembering that time I put a pair of knee high stiletto boots on a mtf “friend” of mine and she watched me get all flustered

Dysphoric about being a 6ft tall trans woman until I remember how well you puppies would listen if I ordered you around in heels. I think trans guys have the primal instinct that tall pretty ladies are not to be disobeyed

[allenchloe]

[screams-at-dark]

Subs who melt at the slightest shift of inflection in your voice. Subs who can't form sentences anymore because their dom made one teasing comment. Subs who talk big, but end up struggling to stay out of subspace the second they start getting direct attention. Beautiful, simply beautiful.

[salemthepuppylover]

I have said it SO MANY TIMES and I will SAY IT AGAIN.

AS A DOM. YOU DESERVE CARE TOO.

aftercare is often times sub-focused, and while that’s always great, it’s often seen as “only subs need aftercare because they’re the ones that took the brunt of the acts.” and as a disabled dom, that’s absolutely not true.

dom drop is very real. I often experience it as guilt for hurting someone, or being “too aggressive,” as trans women are often seen. especially for doms that take care of subs, pretty please take the time to take care of yourself too!!

and for all the subs out there, if you’re able, please please please go get your dom some water or a snack. even if neither of you can walk, it’s imperative that you *talk to each other.* in my past, even the smallest things made me feel so much better. I’m going to list off some great things to say to your dropped dom here (feel free to add in reblogs!!)

“I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me too much.”

“Thank you for doing (self care act) for me, do you need anything?”

“I liked everything you did.”

“everything was within my boundaries.”

“you did great, (name/nickname).”

“do you need anything?”

“would you like (self care act)?”

“can I help (task: clean up, get water, etc.)”

just doing something like talking, showing physical affection, kisses, comfort, etc, is so so so important, and everyone deserves it!

and to all my fellow doms out there, don’t feel guilty for asking for help! if you need it, ask for it! your partner is there to show you love and care too!

[thegooncommander]

[gooobraghhh]

Trans girl is going out, t boys beware <3

[elliecoco372]

sis, shut up! stop crying! you said you could take 7 inches! shhh, mom might hear us! you were the one that wanted this, so don’t get us caught! god, you are the worst little sister ever! you just don’t shut the fuck up! i’ll beat the air out of your lungs if i have to.

[stonedghostguy]

the way i need to get high with my girlfriend while wearing nothing but her hoodie and i start humping her cock while she pets my hair and calls me a good boy and i eventually give in to it and let her take over and fuck me properly bc im just her dumb little stoned puppy who needs her to take care of me and then we go get burger king i mean. uh. what. who said that.

[holebullier]

it's so cute and hilarious how flustered some subs get with just a simple condescending "poor thing" i love it keep being pathetic babes you are everything to me <3

[muttmedley]

lowering yourself onto her cock and fucking yourself so slowly that she finally gets fed up, flipping and pinning your body to the bed

"this is what happens when you want to be a tease," she says before grabbing your hips and pounding mercilessly into you over and over again, leaving your only thoughts dripping down your thighs

[catgirlmidriff]

god i need to fuck a boy so bad. i need to hear a boy whimpering beneath me as i ruin his cunt so bad