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Check your Teleguard, kid

I was taking a shower chill 😭😭

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Stepd☆d and the boyz || “Fantasy/Feminisation”🔍

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I had no problem dressing up in pink skirts and unicorn shirts and maybe putting on some lipstick from the magazines with the goodies, but the boyzs for sure did.

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I remember the first time was just for Halloween when the boyzz wore skirts and pink heels and makeup and push-up bras, and the second oldest wore a th☆ng over his boxers, I only saw that because D☆ddy pulled up his skirt.

After that it happened more often, sometimes he would just dem☆nd that they walk in high heels and do some yoga exercise, or he would allow them to drink with him and the others if they dress up

One time when I came out to get a glass of water, I saw the now drunk second oldest walking down the hallway looking like a sis☆sy and probably two minutes away from breaking his ankles in those high heels.

I didn't have much to do with this guy, he just hung out with the older ones or looked after the young☆st girl. I was the second young☆st, by the way.

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What if one day as a present for being an obedient girl for daddy, I went out and bought us matching fuzzy socks? We could use them as code for when we want to play. A secret code. One that nobody else can decipher, lest we both get in trouble. If I see you wearing them, I have to put mine on and come play with you. If you see me wearing mine, you have to go put yours on and play with me. If we are seen wearing them at the same time, everyone else will think "oh that's so cute. daddy/daughter matching socks", but little do they know behind closed doors, my adult cock is in your mouth and Im playing with your hair and telling you how beautiful you are or reminding you that you're daddy's special girl. We could wear them out in public and make a game out of it. First one to find a hiding spot for our special game wins a prize. No matter what, we both get a prize. I get to play with my special little girl, and you get ice cream or something else after we get done playing. Would you wear those socks and take special pictures to send to daddy while he's at work? You know he would have to make one of them his home screensaver so he could see it whenever he wanted.

Yes, you understand me!!!

But only if you don't mind me skipping into your office with them on while you're on a call, or maybe if we have family or friends over. But at least then you'd finally know what I want the moment I come into your bedroom when m☆mmy is sleeping.

If you're not at home, I'll send you pictures, maybe even from me in your bed🤭

And I actually got ice cream from D☆ddy quite often after it, I prefer dark chocolate and lemon, thank you anon💖💖

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I like being innocent, but I'm not going to pretend that I can't fit two fingers, go get me the 20cm di☆do, I'm desperate💖

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Logging out to concentrate on studies

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Ok but what kind of tea

I’m a tea snob. Sorry not sorry.

Rosehip, Plum, and Turkish Apple 🔛🔝

If you want to win my heart, a freshly made ginger, lemon, and turmeric tea is enough.

If you want me to get to my knees, a golden milk please😋

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There’s a happy hormone in my brain that only goes off for tea, older men, and fuzzy socks

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Fr, like how am I supposed to enjoy this with the damn flashlight on😭

i might be a slut but i actually hate sending and taking pics like omfg js lemme masturbate in peace i dont wanna stop to film and take pics and then start again .

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First touch with stepd☆d || “Fantasy”🔍

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Stepd☆d started quite slowly, I often laid on the couch with him and cuddled up to his side, he was my big bear after all.

He would massage my legs and thighs, but never in a way that made me feel uncomfortable.

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At the start he took my hand and just put it on his cr☆tch, asking me how much I knew about boys. I remember that he had his hand over mine and gently pressed down and r☆bbed it, we chatted a bit about what I thought about boys my age and what I knew from s☆x educ☆tion at school.

It got more and more as the weeks went on, he kneed my b☆tt almost p☆infully, I didn't think much of it as he did the same with my ☆lder brother.

Then he started to put my hand on his underwe☆r and soon underneath them too. It took much longer for him to actually show me it.

We also kis☆ed a lot, but where I come from, it's normal to kiss close relatives goodbye on the lips.

I was and an still a sm☆rt kid, I've often heard that the way I dealt with the trauma was related to that. So even though I had a sense of it and was educated about it, it still confused me because logically it's d☆d.

One time when my m☆m was sitting on the couch too, I did the same thing, he was wearing pretty tight work shorts so I tried to get through his pocket and t☆uch him. I remember him laughing with my mom and clutch☆ng my wrist so h☆rd I almost cried just from that, what really hurt me was that instead of praising me, he m☆cked me.

He and my m☆ther were quick to jump on the fact that I was a pervert and even joked that he'd better lock the door at night ... and that my br☆thers better stay away.

I hid under the table in the garage for the rest of the day, and when he found me I felt like he was a completely different man, no sweet words, no cuddles, he just pulled me into the house and upstairs by my h☆ir and threw me in my crib - yes, I still had one of those, I don't know if we were too broke, they just didn't care or because it was some kind of c☆ge, even if I could have climbed out at that age, I mostly didn't.

I remained his favorite, I never saw him act like that around any of the others, God forbid, my little si☆ter. But it wasn't nice anymore, more clinical.

And even worse, I lost my favorite spot at the dinner table to my little sister, that's a story in itself >:(

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4k words trauma dump over my stepmum no spicy stuff sorryyy <3 A bit of bathroom stuff again im sorry lol

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My stepmother was a germaphobic and so was her daughter.

It didn't start off that badly, but I wasn't allowed to sleep in a bed or use the same cutlery as them. They wouldn't even let me sit on the sofa, which I never understood, because we about three big dog and she had a horse. Somehow, she projected all that fear onto me.

I remember that on New Year's Eve 2016, I touched the too of her daughter's plate and got h☆rt so badly that my real sister had to hide me in the bathroom and try to keep me consci☆us. After our mom picked us up, my sister refused to go back there, so I lost my caregiver whenever I was at my dad's house.

My father never understood my feelings or the h☆tred they both felt towards me, he didn't even understand why we reacted like that when she h ☆rt us, not bleeding on the carpet was more important.

After my sister left, things got worse, I always slept with her dog, a huge Bernese Mountain dog, most of the time on top of him, at the foot of the stairs, or on his dog bed. The other dogs slept downstairs on the sofa.—a cream Labrador, also from her and my dad’s mutt. His name was Pasha.

That was a privil☆ge she quickly took away from me and so I slept on the floor next to them, and they were, shall we say, very... noisy with the adult things they did. My stepmother was also unreasonable often n☆ked and most of the punishments I received she at least didn't wear a top. They had a dog gate on the door that I couldn't open, so if they wanted to, they'd lock me out. Mostly without the Bernese.

So I went back to sleeping on the stairs and sometimes one of the dogs, a cream Labrador, would come and keep me company.

I remember one time it was very stormy outside and I was locked out again, so I went to the dogs on the couch. When I woke up my stepmother came downstairs to smoke and pulled me off the sofa, I remember that I hit my he☆d on the glass table.

Not only did my dad have to clean the sofa but she also refused to sit on it for about a week, I’m sure after that she truly h☆ted me.

It started with not being able to eat with them, and if it was mostly leftovers or bread, I didn't mind too much, everything was fine while Dad was there. When he left it got worse, once he went away with some friends for a few days, luckily it was summer, so I didn't get too cold, when she made me sleep outside.

I lost my b☆throom privileges. First, I had set times when I could be in that room, mostly for two minutes at a time, to do whatever it was I needed to do.

Luckily, we had a huge garden with lots of hidden spaces, so I could go outside when I needed to. That didn't always work, especially when she locked the door to the garden when she was smoking outside and I'm not sure how many cigarettes this woman smoked, but for me it was a long time she was outside.

So sometimes, when I had to use that joker twice a day, my sister would come in and take a long time to brush her hair, or start cleaning the sink. Use your imagination as to what happened then.

That girl also f☆rced me to eat dog food, somehow she got away with it.

At that age, I should have probably been able to take care of myself, but I wasn't.

I was too scared to take a shower, the sound of the toilet flushing made me cry, the carpet and the bathroom tiles made me cry, the textures on my clothes were t☆rture and at some point I just lost my mind.

The last two week before my dad broke contact I would stand squeezed in the corner of the living room for hours because I thought they’d att☆ck me, I ate rocks and wood and tried to drink from the river daily because I thought that would neutralise the p☆ison they must give me and at the end Id just let myself fall to the ground outside in hopes off getting that anxious pressure out. My stepmum obviously didn’t like me more for that.

My father always cleaned me up before dropping me off, but my mother quickly realized that none of the clothes she gave me were worn, except for one pair, and the ones I had on were gone.

I don't blame her, but she could have realized that that near-de☆th b☆ting wasn't another kid and that my sister didn't want to stay with her just because it was boring being with my dad.

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I’m a 37 year old guy if that’s okay

Sure 👌💕💕 my fav age is 40+ but 30+ is also fine <3333

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Can I interact with you?

Yes please!!!🙏 I need attention 🤍🤍🤍🤍

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My tummy hurts so bad Im rolling around and crying in pain at this point

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CW: Sc@t

Some time ago, my therapist asked me when I first fought back against my stepdad. I couldn’t tell her at the time, but since I’m sick with a fever right now, I remembered it so enjoy I guess :)))

I had a lot of siblings, so it was quite common for someone to have their temperature taken.

He would call me and one of my brothers to take his temperatures in his bu!!tt. He spent the time before it beeped to mess with him pushing it in and out. Then he’d pull me to him and force the thermometer into my mouth. That was the first time I actually fought back, but when he threatened to stab it in my £ye, I behaved.

One time, my sister caught me licking it after he had put it back in the kitchen drawer, after using it on who knows. That was definitely embarrassing lol

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Im not really into sc@t but those are the stories I remember the most clearly and which ive never told before🤍

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Short introduction in case anybody wants to j£rk off to it.

So, my parents divorced when I was around three.

My dad has ‘diagnosed’ traits of alexithymia stemming from his autistic characteristics. He married another autistic woman who brought her autistic child into the relationship. She was a heavy germophobe, who, to my knowledge, is now in therapy.

My mother is a great woman from whom I got my gifted IQ— which I’m thankful for.

Her new boyfriend was probably the worst during that time; he was a ped. His psychiatrist argued that since I wasn’t his biological child, his feelings towards me were different. I do have an older sister, but I’m pretty sure she would have told on him.

He was abusive in every way and brought seven children into the relationship. He was a well-respected guy, a family man, and maybe a bit rough, but overall a good guy. I really admired him until I told my mother, and he turned into an angry man but I do miss him

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Hiiiii, Im Z£cy!!!! I was very active on here months ago on a different account.

For anyone who wants to r££€port me, be so kind and dont do it, just dont. Im safe and sound and have been doing this for years, I’m not harming anyone and this is the only thing that keeps me from ending it <3

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🎀I love mæ@ps, p€€$dos and 0lder měn!!

And I like to share my trauma🎀

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