I Want Someone To Force Me To Wear A Really Thin Top So You Can See My Nipples Through Them. 'Awww Look

oh my perfect little toy, stop thinking okay? just spread your legs for me. thats it handsome, stick your tongue out. good slut! dont you feel better already? no thoughts in that beautiful head of yours, just showing off every hole you have for my cock. do you want me to use you darling? aw thats so sweet, now say it properly. tell me you want to have all of your holes stuffed with cock. good boy! do you feel how wet that made you? i cant wait to see how pretty you are leaking cum from everywhere i could force my dick inside inside of

more gross therapist brainrot. im thinking abt going to see a therapist for my dysphoria. he's a cis man and i'm nervous at first but he's so friendly and knows all the terminology and i begin to relax. he asks for more details and i start to tell him about how dysphoric my chest makes me. "sorry," he interrupts. "are you binding right now? your chest looks very flat to me."

i get embarrassed and blush. "oh yeah, i have a binder on."

"i see. so are they big without the binder? some cis men have fat on their chests, so maybe it's not actually that noticeable."

"um, yeah, they're pretty big...definitely noticeable i think."

"hm. i'm having trouble picturing it. maybe i could turn around and you could take off your binder? and put your shirt back on after, of course. it will help me understand your point of view. plus, i'm sure your back is sore, and it's just the two of us in here."

i'm very uncomfortable with this idea, but he is my therapist, so he must know what he's doing. "are you sure? is that something you usually do with your clients?"

"oh yes, this is all standard practice. go ahead! i'll turn around and close my eyes."

he stands up and turns to face the wall, holding his hand in front of his eyes. i acquiesce, taking off my binder and putting it to the side, letting my huge tits bounce free. my nipples immediately harden from the cold and the sensation of fabric brushing over them.

when i have my shirt back on i say, "o-okay, you can turn around now." he sits back down and stares openly at my chest. my face heats up.

"yes, i see, those are quite large." he notices my face turning red. "please, don't be embarrassed. they are also quite nicely shaped, if i may say so." before i can voice an objection, he continues: "i think we should try an exercise that often helps with my ftm clients' dysphoria. sometimes it can be helpful to appreciate your features instead of trying to hide them. after all, this is therapy, so we want to deal with things directly instead of avoiding them."

that does make sense to me, despite the twisting in my gut. "okay. i guess so."

"very good. now please close your eyes for me." i obey. "it may seem strange, but i am a professional and there's nothing to be ashamed of in here. now bring your hands to your breasts and hold one in each palm." at least my eyes are closed so i don't have to look at him while i do as he says. "excellent. slowly massage your breasts, kneading the flesh, but not too hard. we want this to be pleasurable." i start to do it, resenting the feeling of warmth in my crotch. "now rub your thumbs over your nipples. i see they're starting to harden. that's perfectly natural. concentrate on how good it feels to rub your breasts. you may even pinch your nipples if that is enjoyable for you." i do it despite myself, lost in the sensation. "keep going. do it for a minute, and don't stop thinking about the pleasure you're feeling." i'm still feeling dysphoric, but now i'm also turned on. i squirm a little in my seat, hoping it's not too noticeable.

"okay, you can stop now. open your eyes." i take my hands away from my tits, my nipples still hard, poking through the fabric. "how is your dysphoria now? any change?"

"uh, no. sorry."

"no need to apologize. sounds like we'll need to try another exercise. we really want to associate your chest with positive feelings instead of negative ones. so for this exercise, i want you to stand up and remove your shirt."

i balk at the request. "is that really necessary?"

his expression hardens. "please don't make this difficult. we're all adults here. do you want to get treatment for your dysphoria or not?"

i'm embarrassed. he's a doctor after all, why would i question his judgement? i'm probably just being prudish and immature. "sorry. yes, i do." i get up off the couch and take my shirt off, instinctively folding my arms in front of my chest.

"very good. arms behind your back, please." i obey. "now, stay in that position and close your eyes." when my eyes are closed i hear a drawer opening, then the flicking of a cap of some kind. i can feel my nipples stiffening in the air. the next thing i know, he's grabbing my breasts, rubbing something cold and wet on to my nipples. i gasp. "stay still, please. this is all part of the treatment." he runs his hands all over my tits, groping them, getting them all covered in what i assume is lube. he pinches my nipples and i bite my lip to stifle a moan. "very good. you may open your eyes now. i want you to look down at your breasts."

they're glistening and bouncing in his hands, covered in oil. "see how gorgeous they are? a lot of girls would love to have such beautiful big tits." his crude language catches me off guard.

"um, what?"

"i just want you to appreciate what you have. a little gratitude can go a long way." he jiggles my tits up and down. "i love looking at them bounce. see how happy these can make other people? it should make you feel good to know how pleasing these are to men. you need to look outside your self-centered perspective."

"doctor, i'm not very comfortable with this--"

"no?" without warning he sticks his hand under my waistband and rubs my clit, running a finger through my wetness. "it seems like your pussy is very comfortable. and your tits are so sensitive. see how good they can make you feel?" with his other hand he pinches my nipple again and this time i fail to stop myself from whimpering. "i knew you loved this. now watch me enjoy your tits for a bit. it will help you feel better about them."

i'm too shocked and turned on to do anything other than watch silently as he plays with my tits, groping them hard, massing them like putty, circling my nipples with his fingers. eventually he bends down and licks my nipple and i shudder in unwanted pleasure. then he sucks on it in earnest and i can't help but whine. he's right, it feels so good. i let him suck on them both, flicking my nipple with his tongue. then he pushes them together and spits on them. the spit tuns obscenely down my cleavage.

"take off all your clothes. i know exactly how to help you." at this point i'm too far gone not to do exactly as he tells me. i strip. when i'm done he's sitting back in his armchair, massaging his cock, his pants discarded although his shirt and tie are still on, which makes me burn with shame and arousal. "come sit on this and face me. i can make you feel so good."

i look at the floor in embarrassment as i walk over, climbing into his lap. i position myself over his erect cock. "there you go. just slide down onto it. you're all wet for me." i sink slowly onto his cock and moan. it feels so good inside me, filling me up. right as i get him all the way inside me, he says, "good girl."

"w-what?"

"oh, don't pretend it doesn't turn you on. i knew when you walked in that you weren't really a 'boy', just a slutty girl who needed some male attention. and i'm happy to give it to you. if you just showed off your tits more you'd be much happier."

i'm so humiliated i don't know what to say. he grabs me by the waist and starts fucking me up and down on his cock. "that's a good girl. i can feel how your pussy clenches around me when i say it. fuck, look at your big tits bouncing while i fuck you." he starts sucking and biting them. "tell me how much you love my cock."

"i love your cock," i moan, defeated. my voice hitches as he pounds into me.

"tell me you're a slutty girl who loves having her pussy fucked."

"n-no, please..."

he bites down hard on my tit. "say it."

"ugh, fuck..." his cock feels sooo good. "i'm a slutty girl who loves having her pussy fucked," i cry, and as i do he finishes inside me.

"good girl."

Pretty little girls like you get mounted, don't they? Not just fucked, but bred - you wiggle your ass and beg for it. Praying for someone feral to force their way inside, stuff you full of cum. Treat you like the slut you are.

“Present.” I spread my legs and arch my back so that my ass and boypussy are on display for him to inspect. He ties my hands underneath me and gives me a pillow to burry my face into. After being on t for a while, he likes to gauge my progress at least once a week.

“Oh, such a good boy,” Getting more and more needy as he just watches, my face growing hot at the idea of his eyes roaming my helpless body. I yelp when he flicks my tdick.

“Look at that, pup. Your little cock is coming in nicely,” His hands dance lightly over my ass, until suddenly coming down with a harsh slap. I cry out again.

“Your skin is toughening up too. Good,” He slips two fingers inside my wet boycunt without warning, curling them immediately so they hit my sweet spot. I rock my hips back onto his hand with a moan, chasing my own pleasure.

“Ah, ah. Bad pup,” My lower back is pushed down so my stomach is flush against the bed. Another hand is slipped below me and starts furiously rubbing my little cock. With my boycunt stuffed and my cock jerked continuously, I see stars.

“Now, let’s see how many times my little toy can cum before passing out.”

Baby boys with a praise kink are so adorable! You can literally see the sparkle in their eyes when you tell them that they are a good boy.

They get so squirmy and excited, covering their faces with their hands and getting all flustered while whispering thank you mommy.

Oh, and by the way, if you call them such good boy, they might start grinding on your thighs, so be aware of that.

And if they are super shy and in a super good mood and you call them my good baby boy and get a little possessive over them and shower them with attention, you might end up with a moaning mess underneath you.

The feeling that the smartest boy you know turns into a brainless mutt when he’s around you is ughhh. 

Knowing he trusts you enough to give in and let you fuck his pretty little brains out, tease him, grope him, mark his soft pretty body, humiliate him like the dumb puppy slut he really is feels intoxicating. 

He deserves praise for being such a hard working puppy, his poor little head needs a break from such big responsibilities. 

Collaring him, smothering him in attention and praise to the point where his first instinct is to drop to his knees as soon as he gets through the door is, well, the best thing to do really. 

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I guard my collection like a pit full of snakes.

Imagining a sweet boy, bending them over, softly caressing their hips, telling them how cute they look being so obedient and easy for me~

You're a pretty lil thing aren't you? So warm and soft... don't be scared cutie, no reason to get wide eyed, I'm just getting you ready, and I know you like it when I stretch you out like the cock slut you are~

Keep whimpering for me baby boy, such a cute pretty pet making such sweet dumb sounds... now, be a good boy and take Master's cock now, hm? Can't have my sweet boy's body be empty inside~

eating a girl out for the first time? as someone with a couple of decades' experience (i started young, ok?), can i offer some advice?

take your time. your aim isn't to make her come as fast as possible, it's to make sure she enjoys every moment. slow down, revel in the process of finding out what she likes.

tell her how beautiful she is, how tempting her cunt looks, how intoxicating it smells, how sweet she tastes. she might be feeling vulnerable, especially if she's inexperienced too - it's your job to make her feel safe and adored.

enjoy the journey - i know you just want to feel your tongue on her clit NOW, but exploring her thighs, working your way slowly to her folds, trailing all the way up her cunt, drinking her juices, letting her feel your breath before she feels your touch...it'll be worth it. for both of you.

learn to read her body with all of your senses. she might be vocal but she might prefer to bite her lip or enjoy being gagged. you don't need to hear her words to know what to do. you'll feel her muscles twitch and relax - learn what it means when she lifts her hips, squirms or sinks into you. she might taste and smell differently when she is close to coming for you. pay close attention to her clit - if you're lucky and you've done a particularly good job, you might see it twitch as she recovers from the perfect orgasm. enjoy it.

you can be vocal though. moan into her. use every sensation you can. light flicks to determined, long, slow licks. blow gently on her wetness. how does she react to your lip piercing? your teeth?

build and add to the experience until she's completely overwhelmed. play with her nipples. run your nails over her skin. lift her legs and spank her.

chances are, she'll get to the point where she really needs you to fuck her. slip your tongue all the way down and inside her. if you can't breathe, you're doing it right. that means you probably won't be able to keep it up for hours, so save this move for when she's right on the edge and you're ready to let her tip over.

if you're especially lucky and she's a squirter, you will get absolutely soaked. enjoy it. show her you're enjoying it. moan into her cunt; she'll come even harder.

if she needs to be fucked harder, slip your fingers inside her cunt and curl them up towards your tongue as it circles her clit. all of her most sensitive nerves will be between your tongue and your fingers. you'll be able to feel every tiny twitch inside her; it's the most beautiful place in the world to be.

when she can truly take no more, stay close to her as you drift away from her cunt. kiss your way up her tummy and her chest, let her taste herself on your lips as you hold her and let her ride out the aftershocks. trail your fingertips over her back. whisper in her ear. tell her everything you loved about eating her out.

I’m not an exhibitionist but the thought of pushing a pretty puppy up against a window and pounding him from the back is very appealing. His gorgeous body is on display for anyone to see when they walk by, his dick is leaky and pressed up against the window and leaving a mess on the glass, his cheeks are flushed and his mouth is agape and drooling. What a pretty sight for everyone to enjoy. ‘Sir what if someone actually sees me ?’ he asks through whimpers as I abuse his hole. I grab his throat and whisper in his ear to make sure it’s getting into his dumb little puppybrain, ‘I can display my property however and whenever I like, am I making myself clear mutt ?’. All I get is a pathetic little nod as I continue ruining his body