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cloverfieldds · 1 day ago

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someone requested for the full thing so um here ^^!

tw - detrans, religious play, cnc

being corrupted by a prest at a convent.

heading to a confessional full of guilt because you promised you wouldn’t engage in any more sinful behaviors or thoughts, but you’ve been binding lately and denying your god given sex.

you shyly step into the confessional box and stay silent as you’re scared to utter any words. its like you know that he knows why youre here.

“forgive me father..” you choke on your words, already ready to cry at the thought of his response.

“save it, my child. how many times are we to go through with this? i’m starting to think you want the devil to keep a hold on you.”

“no!” you cry out in desperation, feeling sick at the mere thought. “my body just feels wrong, father. like im not supposed to be… a girl”

no response. you can feel the disappointment through a heavy sigh followed by the opening of his door. your eyes begin to water as thoughts embrace your mind, telling you that he’s given up on you and that youre beyond healing. you stifle the cries threatening to leave your throat as your hands lay themselves over your lips. you’ve disappointed everyone in the church, not just yourself.

the door opens for you, only slightly, a crack of light hitting your eye as it does.

the priest locks eyes with you, a furrowed, disgusted expression on his face. “follow me,” he utters before turning around and leading you to his office.

you hesitantly follow him and look around the empty sanctuary, happy no one is there to have overheard anything, to have seen how disappointed youre making everyone. you step into his office, surprisingly for the first time, and watch as he gestures you to sit down, his seat right across from yours, save from his desk between you two. you sit in an uncomfortable silence and try your best to focus on not crying even though the tears are seconds from falling from your eyes.

the silence itself has gone on too long, it feels like it’s been hours of him just staring you down. you open your mouth to break it but as soon as you try speaking you choke and those tears start to fall. uncontrollable sobbing emits from your side of the desk and you begin wiping your tears slower than they fall. “im sorry.. m so so sorry father please dont be mad i tried please.”

you hear a slight groan from him as you cry out and force yourself to lock eyes with him. he is clearly irritated at you, but there is only so much you can do, right? this isnt really your fault. its the devil.

he calls out your name, “truthfully, youre trying your hardest—dedicating your life to the lord like you should be?” you shakingly nod. he falls silent once more and you find yourself looking down to the floor again. his eyes dont leave you but he still doesnt speak. this suffocation making you only more nauseated within yourself. “would you do anything to reconnect with the lord and fix yourself, my child?”

“yes! yes, father! i would!” you cry out.

“…come here.”

you look back up and watch as his chair slightly swivels to the right, indicating for you to walk around his desk and stand directly in front of him. tears continue streaming down your face as your eyes gaze upon his shoes. the same black leather shoes that youve seen a thousand times before during service. but this time it seems just a bit more humiliating.

“father..”

“hush, child.” his hand reaches toward your arm and slowly slides down to grab onto your hand. “god created these hands, my child. such girly, feminine hands,” he moves his hand to your hips, gladly watching you flinch at each and every movement. “such a godly frame going to waste. if your parents knew half of the things youve told me, im sure theyd strip you down to the core of your soul and make you apologize for every sin youve confessed to me.” you can feel every movement against your skin, slightly shaking as he slips his hand beneath your shirt, pausing as he gets to your binder. your breath hitches upon the realization.

“father.!”

“you confess your sins to me while still committing them?” you cant find it in yourself to respond. “take it off.”

you raise a brow, your crying coming to a temporary stop. “father.. could you.. turn around?”

“how am i sure you wont lie to me again? take it off. ill be watching.” your hands shake as you start to move, but you cant deny an order from the only person who knows your secret, the only one who can and would help you. he watches silently as you lift your top, hanging it on the wrist of your arm while you close your eyes and force the binder from your skin. you start to cry once more, but keep yourself going with the thought that hes just trying to help.

your binder is off, and you move to slide your shirt back onto your body, but quickly open your eyes back up once his hand grabs your wrist.

“did i say to put that back on?”

you shake your head, “but sir”

“put your hands down.” slowly, you listen to his command, only crying more at the action as you do. “stay still.” you watch as his hands move to your chest. you wanna say something, scream for help, anything, but you cant. everyone will know if they see, the binder you once wore so clearly laying out on his desk. your eyes close again as he starts to fondle you. and even though your eyes are closed, you can feel his gaze on your chest, almost like theyre following the movement of his own hands as he gropes and pinches at you. you hold in sounds of discomfort.

“this is what these are meant for. youre ruining yourself squishing them against yourself. god’s creations are not meant to be hidden.” you wince as he pinches your nipple.

it feels like forever has gone by of him stimulating your chest, your thighs now subconsciously and slightly rubbing together as the feeling has started to turn you on. just as you hoped he wouldnt notice, you almost jump as he places a hand on the waistband of your boxers and starts to pull them down in a bundle with your pants. your hands shoot down to grip onto the fabric as your eyes lock with his. you can feel your heart skip a beat as he raises an eyebrow, a silent warning not to do anything stupid. you cant find it in yourself to move your hands. your binder- your chest is one thing but this? no one is supposed to see you like this.

“please.. ill be good, ill throw the binder and boxers and everything away, please,” you cry out as your fists tighten around the fabric.

he stares in silence as pleas leave your mouth on mindless repeat. within a few minutes his hands leave your pants and you can feel a wave of relief wash over you.

“get on your knees.” you shakingly fall to the floor, thinking nothing more than him sparing your nudity. your crying quickly stops once more as you watch him unbuckle his pants, staring at you as he does so. “youre going to cleanse yourself.” his dick is pulled from his boxers, stroking it with care as he stares at you. “ill teach you what it means to be a man, why you can never be one yourself.” and again, your tears begin to flow. you watch as his hand reaches for your hair, gripping it in your hands as you feel strands strain against your scalp. you cant beg anymore, your hand holds onto his wrist as a silent ask for mercy, but a sting is quickly felt on your cheek as a heavy hand makes impact with your cheek. “open.”

you oblige.

within moments, youre sucking off your pastor as he forces your tongue down his shaft, occasionally giving you instruction on how to make himself feel good. his thickness strains against the inside of your mouth as his moans fill your ears. your nipples rub against the cloth of his pants as he fucks your mouth, wetness forming in your boxers as he does so.

soon his moans grow longer, instructions of what to do turning more and more into praises from his lips. the praise sending a shiver down your spine. your face is suddenly pushed against his pubes as he twitches against you, cum shooting down your throat as you try your best to swallow in order to not drown in cum.

with a pop, dick is removed from your mouth as any remaining cum drips from your lips and down your chin. you look up at him with a pathetic, whiny look that sends blood straight back to his cock. “you have no idea how slutty you are, my child. stand up.”

you stand on his command and try simultaneously wiping the tears from your eyes while removing the cum from your mouth. you watch his hand start to stroke his cock once more in a horrified silence. his hand moves back to your waistband and begins sliding them down once more. you dont have the will to stop him this time, but that doesnt stop you from begging him to not go through with this, making desperate promises of staying a girl and not going through with your transition. he ignores you as annoyance rises within him.

“ill make sure you stick to that.” quickly your pants and boxers are on the floor, a slight wetness on your inner thighs. slick coats them and youre guided to spread your legs as he licks his fingers and rubs your clit. “are you still a virgin, my child?”

you nod, embarrassed.

“tch,” he kisses his teeth. “the only godly thing about you.” you look away as he keeps on stimulating you, holding in your moans while your lips are coated in your own juices. just as you get used to the feeling, you can feel a foreign feeling at your lips, quickly looking down just in time to see him push a finger inside of you, a pained moan escape you as he does so. you cry out while your body falls forward and your hands find stability on his shoulders.

“no..!” you sob against him as he starts to move, not waiting for you to adjust to the feeling. “father! i havent.. please!”

he ignores you and continues to thrust in and out, the sound of your juices coating his finger filling your ears as his moans once did. quickly a second finger joins his first and you fully buckle over on top of him, your knee placed in between his legs on his chair as your pants drop and are left wrapped around one ankle.

“youll be ready soon, my child. dont cry.” he spits out disgustingly soothing words while you cry anyway. the thickness of his fingers is too much, and you can only imagine how painful itll be when he finally fucks you.

almost as if reading your mind, his fingers pull themselves out and his slaps your pussy before moving a hand back to his cock. “thatll be enough.”

your eyes widen as speaks, knowing yourself that it isnt enough at all. “no, father just a bit more.. please!”

he ignores you and gestures for you to climb on top of him as you cry out.

“no! no!” you grab his hand and lead it back towards your boycunt, pathetically grinding against it in hopes that hell continue to fingerfuck you. “see? just a bit more! please! pl-“

a harsh hand hits your cheek once more, that familiar sting shutting you up and stopping your cries.

“get up here or ill inflict a godly punishment onto you.”

your hand grips onto his shoulder for stability as you slowly climb on top of him, apologizing to god as you do. your lips tremble while you speak and do your best to keep from any more physical punishment.

his cockhead glides against your lips, the wetness from his spit, your slick, and his cum mixing together. he tries to push in, slipping against your lips as it doesn’t go in. a simple “relax” leaves his mouth as if its that easy, but you try anyway. and within a few more tries, the pain from his initial entrance hits you. you let out a guttural moan as your head falls onto his shoulder, crying out in pain. he wastes no time moving deeper inside of you. your fingers grip onto his shoulders and you continue to beg for mercy. the tightness of your virgin walls doesnt help your desperation. with a final thrust, hes completely inside of you, listening to your heavy breathing as you subconsciously clench around his dick. he pauses for a bit, finally letting you catch your breath as he rubs circles on your back, calling you a good girl and loving the feeling of your pussy every time the words leave his lips.

“are you alright?” you shake your head, unable to speak. he doesnt seem to care.

his hands grip onto your hips and quickly start to thrust himself into you. you let out another painful cry, feeling nothing but regret. you wish you left the church and let him tell everyone. you wish you never took your binder off or let him remove your boxers. you wish your stupid boycunt didnt get wet from all the friction on your nipples. you wish you didnt let him grope and molest you like that. but it doesnt seem to matter. your hole burns and hes thrusting into you like his life depends on it.

“this is.. your role as a wom.. as a woman.” he groans into your ear. “do you hear me?” you can only sob out incoherent responses. “you were made.. made for this, my child.” you clench around his dick every time he speaks, like some dirty and raw part of you likes being spoken to like this. “thinking.. someone as slutty as you? someone so.. fuck,” you jump (well as much as you can) at his swearing, “so clearly made for being penetrated was meant to.. to be a boy?”

“..m sorry.. sorry sorry” you apologize between chokes and cries.

“fuck.. even touching you is corrupting me. youll need to pray every hour if you want forgiveness at this.. at this rate.” you can feel your body convulsing at his words, begging him to stop because something unholy is clearly building up inside of you, but he doesnt care. if anything, he goes faster, finger moving towards your clit as he starts to rub with a painfully blissful harshness.

“such a perfect cunt.. fucking.. tight whore…” his teeth latch onto your neck as he continues to fuck you, wet sounds emitting from both of you and echoing around his office. “made to be bred. arent you?”

your head shots up as he thrusts against your gspot, watching your back arch as he does it once more. “no..! n..no! not ins..inside!” you fight back once more, hands pounding against his shoulders as you cum, crying out in agony while he keeps on fucking you. “please!”

his hand moves up to your throat, annoyed with your writhing and begging, trying to cum inside you without care for your disarrayed demeanor.

within moments, his thrusts become more and more broken and disorganized. groans are forced into your ear as he pulls you towards him. you feel hushed cock twitch inside of you as hot cum coats your walls. you moan out, as much as you can with a hand gripped around your throat, before he releases you and allows your coughing fit on his shoulder, falling forward and trying to catch your breath while cum drips out of your full pussy.

a few moments of silence are interrupted as he begins to kiss up and down your neck before lifting you off of him. he smiles at the sound you make when he removes himself from your boycunt. youre lazily cleaned and redressed in a daze.

“i expect to see you at service this sunday, is that clear?” he buckles his pants back.

“..yes, father.”

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mommyownsmee · 3 days ago

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Strapping Mommy - Pt. 1

Find the [Submissive version] here

This is the [Dom/me version]

The tension has been building for weeks—unspoken, but always there. I see it in the way your eyes flicker to my harness when I’m not wearing it, in the way you watch my hands as I adjust the straps before taking you apart. You’ve been staring, shifting in place, your fingers twitching like you want to reach out and touch but don’t dare.

You want it. Badly.

But you wouldn’t ask.

Not because you don’t crave it—it’s because you are afraid. Afraid of getting it wrong. Afraid I won’t enjoy it. Afraid that, for once, the control between us would shift, even if just for a moment.

So I let you sit in that need, let you squirm, let you stew in it. I see it when I tease, the way your body stiffens, the way your thighs clench, the way your breathing changes. But I don’t bring it up.

Not yet.

I want you to be desperate first. Needy.

So I waited until I have you exactly where I want you—curled up against me, soft and warm, pliant, your breathing slow and steady, relaxed but restless, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the curve of my thigh like you need something to hold onto.

I smirk, dragging my nails down your skin, slow and deliberate. "You want it, don’t you?" I murmur, my voice soft, teasing.

The way you tense was immediate. Your breath hitches, your fingers twitch, and you hesitate just long enough to make me grin.

"Want… what?" you try, feigning innocence—badly.

I chuckle, dragging my fingers up your arm, curling them under your chin, tilting your face up until you have no choice but to meet my gaze.

"Don’t play dumb, sweetheart," I murmur, my voice smooth, controlled. "I’ve seen the way you look at my harness."

You suck in a sharp breath, your body going still, frozen under my touch. And then, slowly, you exhale, your teeth sinking into your lip like you were already trying to hold back the reaction I knew was coming.

I drag my thumb along your bottom lip, watching the way your pupils dilate, the way your thighs press together instinctively.

"Do you want to fuck me, baby?" I whisper, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

The breath that leaves you is sharp, shaky, your entire body reacting to the words like I’d touched you between your legs instead.

"I—" You swallow hard, your voice caught in your throat, so small.

I lean back just enough to look at you, tilting my head. "Come on, baby," I murmur. "Be a good girl and use your words. Tell me what you want."

You exhale shakily, eyes wide, desperate, so wrecked just from the idea of it.

"I—I wanna make Mommy feel good," you admit, voice barely above a whisper. "I wanna—wanna fuck you, but I don’t—"

You hesitate, and I arch a brow, amused.

"But you don’t what?"

You bite your lip, shaking your head. "I don’t wanna mess it up," you whisper, almost ashamed. "I don’t know how."

My smirk deepens, and I press my lips against your jaw, teasing, trailing down to your throat, feeling your pulse race beneath my mouth.

"You don’t have to know how, baby," I murmur, voice smooth, dripping with control. "That’s what I’m here for."

Your breath catches, sharp and unsteady. "You’d let me?"

I pull back just enough to look at you, fingers trailing up your arm, over your shoulder, watching the way your skin shivers under my touch.

"I’d let you," I murmur, dragging my nails down your chest, making you whimper, "if you show me you really want it."

The way you react is instant. The desperation on your face, the heat in your eyes, the way your thighs squeeze tightly together like you were already struggling to contain yourself.

"Yes, Mommy," you whimper, your voice so small, already melting before I’d even touched you properly.

I grin, my fingers trailing lower, pressing exactly where you need me most, feeling how soaked you already are for me.

"Good girl," I purr, smiling sweetly.

I don‘t give you time to overthink it. My hands are already on you, slipping beneath your clothes, feeling the heat of your skin, the way you tremble under my touch. I know how badly you want this, how long you’ve been craving it, and I’m going to make you work for it.

I flip you onto your back in an instant, pinning you beneath me, straddling your hips as I press down, letting you feel the weight of my body. You gasp, your fingers digging into the sheets, your chest rising and falling rapidly as I smirk down at you.

"You want to earn it, baby?" I murmur, my nails dragging down your stomach, making you shiver. "Then show me how much you want it."

You let out a needy whimper, arching up into me, your hands clutching at my thighs like you don’t know where to touch first. But I don’t make it easy for you. I grab your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand, my other trailing lower, slipping beneath your waistband.

The gasp that leaves your lips is sharp, desperate, your back arching as my fingers slide over your soaked folds, teasing, barely grazing where you need me most. "You’re already dripping, baby," I taunt, pressing a teasing kiss against your jaw. "All this because you want to fuck Mommy so badly?"

You whimper, nodding frantically, trying to grind against my fingers, but I pull away, making you sob in frustration. "Patience," I chide, smirking. "You don’t get to have me until I’m satisfied with you."

You nod frantically, breath coming in short, desperate pants as you look up at me, eyes glassy with need. "I’ll be good," you whisper. "I swear, Mommy. I’ll do whatever you want."

I hum in approval, dragging my fingers up your body, rolling your nipple between my fingers, making you jolt beneath me. "You’ll do whatever I want?" I repeat, arching a brow. "That’s a dangerous promise, baby."

You shudder at my words, your thighs clenching around nothing. "I mean it," you whisper, voice trembling. "Please—please let me."

I smirk, tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet my gaze. "Then prove it."

I roll off of you slowly, watching as you struggle to compose yourself, your thighs pressing together like you’re trying to contain the ache between them. I reach for my harness, dragging my fingers over the leather, letting you watch, letting you ache for it.

"Strip," I command, my voice low, controlled.

Your hands shake as you pull off your clothes, your eyes never leaving mine, and fuck, I love seeing you like this—bare, exposed, desperate for me. I drink in the sight of you, the way your skin flushes under my gaze, the way your breath hitches when I move closer.

I see it in your eyes before you even touch me—the hesitation, the nervous excitement, the desperate need to do everything perfectly. You’re kneeling between my legs, your hands trembling as you hold the harness in your lap, looking up at me like you need permission to even breathe.

I smirk, leaning back against the pillows, legs spread just slightly, watching you struggle to contain your anticipation. "Go on, sweetheart," I murmur, voice smooth and commanding. "Put it on you."

You swallow hard, nodding quickly, your fingers fumbling with the straps as you try to figure out how they work. I watch as you hesitate, glancing up at me every few seconds for reassurance.

"Take your time," I say, my tone teasing. "But don’t keep Mommy waiting too long."

You whimper at that, your hands moving faster now, threading the straps between your thighs, pulling them snug against your hips. The cool leather presses against your skin, and I exhale at the sight of you, shifting slightly as you tighten the buckles.

"Like this?" you whisper, looking up at me, eyes wide with uncertainty.

I hum in approval, reaching down to cup your chin, tilting your face up so I can run my thumb over your trembling bottom lip. "Good girl," I murmur, watching the way you shudder at the praise. "You’re doing so well."

You nod frantically, your thighs squeezing together, your breath uneven. You want to be good for me. Need to be.

When you finally finish, the harness fits perfectly against you, and I smirk as you shift your hips, testing how it feels. The weight of it is new, I know, and the feeling of control is shifting just slightly—but I like it.

"Mmm, just right," I murmur, my nails dragging down your arm. "Now, baby—fuck me."

Your breath catches, your fingers twitching at your sides, like you don’t even know where to start.

"I— I don’t want to do it wrong," you whisper, voice shaking.

I chuckle, reaching down to grab your wrist, guiding your hand to the base of the toy. "You won’t," I assure you, my voice smooth, teasing. "Just listen to me."

You nod quickly, positioning yourself between my thighs, lining the tip up with my entrance. The hesitation in your movements makes me smirk—you want to be careful, want to do it right, but you’re so desperate, so eager you can barely hold yourself together.

"Push in slow," I murmur, gripping the sheets beneath me. "Let me feel you, inch by inch."

You whimper at my words, pressing forward hesitantly, your breath shaky as you watch the toy sink inside me, stretching me open. I gasp softly, my body clenching around it, and your eyes widen in awe.

"Oh—oh my god," you whisper, like you can’t believe this is happening, like you can feel it just as much as I can. "Mommy, does it—does it feel good?"

I let out a slow, pleased exhale, rolling my hips up just slightly. "Mmm, yes, princess," I purr. "Keep going."

You bite your lip, sinking the rest of the way in, and fuck—the pressure, the fullness—it sends a sharp jolt of pleasure up my spine.

You let out a shaky breath, your hands gripping my thighs like you need something to ground yourself. "Oh, Mommy, I— I don’t wanna mess this up," you whisper, voice high, needy.

I chuckle, dragging my fingers up your arms, gripping your wrists. "Just move, baby," I murmur, guiding your hands to my hips. "Slow at first. Feel me."

You obey instantly, pulling out just enough before pushing back in, your movements hesitant but so fucking sweet. I groan, arching slightly, and you whimper at the sound.

"Faster," I command, my voice breathy, my hands gripping your wrists, pulling you into me. "Fuck me properly, princess."

You let out a soft, desperate sound, picking up your pace, your breath ragged as you drive into me harder, deeper. You’re still so careful, still so concerned with making sure it feels good for me.

"Is— is this right?" you gasp, your hands tightening on my hips, your brows furrowing as you watch the way my body reacts to you. "Am I— Am I doing good for you, Mommy?"

I let out a shaky moan, my fingers digging into your arms, my body arching under you. "Fuck— yes, baby," I groan. "You’re being so good for me."

You whimper at the praise, your movements turning desperate, erratic, as you start chasing it—chasing my pleasure like it’s the only thing that matters.

And fuck, I didn’t think I’d enjoy this this much, but the way you look at me, the way your body shakes with need, the way every little movement sends sparks of pleasure through me—it’s too much.

I grip the sheets tighter, my breath coming faster, my thighs clenching around you as I feel the coil inside me tighten.

"Oh god— oh my god, Mommy—" you gasp, voice wrecked. "Are you— are you gonna—?"

I growl, yanking you down against me, grinding up into you as the pleasure breaks.

"Fuck—"

The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, my body shuddering, my nails digging into your back, and you whimper in pure awe, your hands shaking against my skin.

I’m panting as I come down, my body trembling, my grip still tight on you. Your lips are parted, your pupils blown wide, your whole body frozen like you can’t believe what just happened.

"Did you—" you whisper, voice barely there. "Did I— Did Mommy just—"

I let out a breathless laugh, still trying to catch my breath. "Oh, baby," I murmur, dragging my fingers through your hair, tugging you closer. "I think you just made Mommy come."

You let out a gasp, burying your face in my neck, whimpering as you clutch onto me. "Oh my god, oh my god— Mommy, I— I did good?"

I chuckle, pressing a kiss to your temple, still smirking. "You did so good, sweetheart," I purr, dragging my nails down your back, making you shiver.

You whimper again, your thighs squeezing together, and I smirk as I feel the way you’re shaking.

I grip your chin, tilting your face up to look at me. "Did that make you needy, baby?" I murmur, running my thumb over your bottom lip. "Fucking Mommy like that?"

You nod frantically, your body trembling as you whimper, "Yes, Mommy—"

I grin.

"Good," I murmur, dragging my fingers down your chest. "Because now, I’m going to make you come for me."

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