Latest Posts by wingindragon - Page 10

Now this, this would be wonderful training

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Imagine being trained to pleasure someone exactly how they want. You don’t get any enjoyment or release from it, your actions only in service to helping them reach climax. If you do as well, consider it luck. The entire focus of your actions, doing as you were told, pleasuring them, serving them, as only an obedient partner can.

soft doms that whisper in your ear how pretty you are and how good you’re doing for them while manhandling you and pounding into you…..😵‍💫

Sorry baby, but mommy has to make sure you're not secretly cake and cut you open with this big knife.

"If you could have any superpower, what w-"

Shapeshifting. Shapeshifting shapeshifting shapeshifting. I'm a transgender therian, what the fuck did you think I would pick.

Just because I have cake doesn't mean I am cake!

Sorry baby, but mommy has to make sure you're not secretly cake and cut you open with this big knife.

Well this is a need

The sight of a femme on her knees, face pressed against the bulge in my pants. The cutest puppy dog eyes looking up at me. Pulling out my strap and seeing how she greedily takes it into her mouth, slobbering and coating it with her spit. Watching her choke as I slide my cock down, deep into her throat. Sweet eyes watering as she tries not to gag. Little trails of mascara running down her face. Thrusting and rutting into her mouth, wanting so badly to cum down her throat

Low-key the idea of an asshole perv butch has been killing me recently. Like. Manspreads so much that their knee always has some form of contact with my leg. Ogles me with zero shame or excuse, doesn’t look away when I catch them. Slaps my ass and squeezes my tits whenever they want to cop a feel. Calls me dollface and sugar tits and any other objectifying nicknames they can think of that I probably shouldn’t like but will anyway. Always having an arm slung around my shoulders or their hand on my lower back, or dragging me by my hand so they don’t lose me while we walk, because they want everyone to know I’m theirs. Drags me into whatever alley they want whenever they please to press me again the wall and take a kiss. Leans into my ear from behind and tells me whatever dirty thought is in their mind no matter where we are. Texts me all the time to tell me (not ask) to send a picture of my boobs or of whatever panties I’m wearing. Means it when they say cringy shit like “without me?” when I say I need to shower. Refers to themself as Daddy casually and unironically. Calls me “the Mrs”. Wakes me up in the morning with a hand groping me and their hips grinding into my ass. Takes me wherever and whenever they wants and claims a piece of my underwear as their “souvenir”. Ruffles my hair condescendingly. Buys me drink after drink because they know that I’m more pliable drunk and they can take care of me however they want.

They also have a cliche sweet side that only I know about, but I’m tired so I’ll detail that another day maybe

I think if i was being assaulted in a back alley and a woman showed up behind my attackers and started to fight them off, then released within herself a terrifying energy, revealing how small and pathetic they are in comparison, and slowly, agonizingly, brutally beat each one to death, to bloody pulps and sacks of gore before my very eyes, then turned to me, her clothes and skin splattered with their blood, her fists still dripping in that ruby ichor, and reached down to me to ask if i was okay, if i needed somewhere safe to go, before taking my terrified traumatic silence as assent and whisking me away, back to her home, where she kept me as i healed, and took advantage of my trauma and my fear to keep me in her thrall and make me hers, her pet, her loyal toy... i would simply accept, and be happy.

Oh look at that I have some nice lovely fingers that need some adjusting...

CRACK

Focus on me sweetie, focus on me. It's okay. You're gonna be okay. Can you look at me? look me in the eye? Good, such a good girl. Are you ready for the next one? Yeah? Okay sweetie, bite down on your gag, take a deep breath, and three, two, one,

CRACK

It's okay, it's okay i've got you sweetie, it's okay. Cling to me as long as you need. It's okay to cry sweetie, cry into my shirt, it's okay, i've got you. I know, I know it hurts, but you're doing so so good. God you're so pretty when you cry. How're you feeling? You regretting this yet? No? Still better then your shitty old job and your shitty old life? that's a good girl. Now look at me sweetie, focus on me. Are you ready for the next one? Last one on your right hand sweetie, then we can move on to the left. Give me your pinky sweetie. Good girl. You ready? Okay, let me get a good grip, and three, two, one,

CRACK

I've got you, I've got you, just take a deep breath, we'll get through this. I love you so much sweetie, I'm so glad you agreed to this. Don't worry, once they heal I'll let you have a few more months before i break them again, okay? we'll do this... let's say twice a year, yeah? that should strike a nice balance? I like that plan. How're you doing sweetie, ready for the next one? that's my good girl. Three, two, one,

CRACK

I love you sweetie. I love the way you scream, the way you cry, the way you pine and grovel and obey. I love how you cling to me and cry into my shirt even when I'm the one slowly breaking you. I love how you love my abuse. I really can't believe you're letting me do this, but I'm so overjoyed that you are. I love you sweetie. I'll always love you. Now be a good girl, give me your next finger. Good girl. Three, two, one,

CRACK

There should be more trans woemn end post

I think I deserve to get kidnapped and given progesterone and get called a good girl when I huff musky pits. As a treat.

need a werewolf in a flannel and work pants to annihilate me down to an atomic level with her knot here

when is the universe gonna send me the fiery older woman i deserve

it’s all fun and games until i get called a pet name and suddenly i can’t think anymore

Look, I'm a simple creature. I don't ask for much. Dopamine, serotonin, makeouts, an unhingeable jaw, retractile claws, nachos, and the ability to summon black flames to devour my enemies. That's all. You know. Girlie stuff.

transfem whose embarrassed and blushing and covering her eyes as you suck her off but once she’s finished you gently remove her hands from her face and kiss her, only to spit all her semen down her own throat.

Werewolf: Careful, sweetheart. You play with claws, you’re gonna to get marked. And trust me, I mark deep.

Me:

STOP using anti-drone language!

Instead of "You're so smart", try "You're so well trained"!

Instead of "Could you please do X", try "Be obedient and do X"

Instead of "What's your name?" try "I'm assigning you a serial number."

And, of course, instead of "thanks" or "nice work", try "good drone"

upsides to being a dragon

everyones afraid of you

you can eat your enemies

youre fucking fly as hell

also some dragons can fly dont tell me that aint rad

breathing stuff that kills people

etc.

downsides to being a dragon

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the autism mood of never knowing when its “your turn” in a convo so you say the first word of your sentence about 5 times before you actually get to speak

i love it when i see something tagged as #monster kink" or the like and then theres just. not a visible monster. like ok maybe one of them is maybe conceivably a vampire or something but cmon. get on the monster game. i would let a praying mantis girl hold my leash in her mandibles while she puts her weird peculiar eggs in me. i ordered a continental breakfast and you gave me one apple slice

traits that would disgust me in a man would make me absolutely feral if they’re in a woman.

Possessiveness, jealousy, nails raking down my skin because she doesn’t want anyone else touching me. She tracks my location and gets pissed when a waiter gives me too much attention. Bruises on the inside of my thighs so every step I take reminds me that I’m hers. Fuck.

A pretty girl being completely and utterly obsessed with me is all I wish for.

her slowly corrupting me into her perfect little toy until i can’t help, but desperately beg her to touch me at any given opportunity

The bruise from my hands is her favorite necklace

I need to tie my darling girls' hands behind their back, put a gag in their pretty mouth, force them on their knees with a vibe inside as well as on their clit, and watch them try to beg for permission to cum only for me to grab their jaw and tell them to speak clearly. Chuckling a little at how pathetic they look with tears running down their cheeks and their cute pleading eyes. I wanna see how long you can last, princess

Affini might not be real but florets sure are. You just have to find a suitably traumatized queer person and give them affection and they will literally beg you to put them on a leash

The biting will continue until morale improves. The biting will also continue after morale improves. The biting will continue, regardless of the state of morale. [biting noises]

so many of the transfems i know spent their time pre-transition performing a kind of lifelong exercise in self-deprivation. the goal, for them, was to find out exactly how little a person needed to live. they starved themselves, dressed carelessly, shunned friends, and hollowed themselves out so as not to be burdens on anyone but themselves.

i see it now, too, in the girls around me. i'll ask if they want care – a home-cooked meal, relaxed company, sex without the expectation of reciprocation – and they say no, no, thank you, i don't need it; what would you like, what do you want, because in their head they're still doing that awful calculus, still training themselves to disappear in the eyes of the people around them.

i don't think i'd have died without transition – not in the conventional sense, at least – but to take that leap, i had to stop thinking of myself as a human experiment in fuel-efficient living and start nurturing the anemic, atrophied flame of desire in my heart. i had to learn to eat well, to exercise, to style myself beautiful, but harder than that, i had to learn to ask the people around me to work on my behalf in order to enrich my life and give me the things i wanted.

and i did it; i learned. and it was agony, but courage is a muscle you can train, and every day i get better at accepting gifts with the hungry gratitude i never learned in my years and years as a sad, scared, lonely boy.

so be patient with the trans girls in your life. better than that: be proactive, attentive, generous; be forceful, if you have to, and learn to distinguish real discomfort from the terrified reflex of self-deprivation that so many of us learned to rely on.

and if you are so lucky as to love a trans girl, you must insist upon her. you must insist upon her happiness, her comfort, her pleasure, and her rest, because she may still not yet know how to make those demands for herself. if you can devote any amount of energy to becoming an engine that nurtures the flame of even a single tgirl then there is a place for you in trans heaven, which as far as i'm concerned is the only one worth going to

ngl i really need someone to fuck my wet pussy so hard that i wouldn’t be able to walk for days

just imagining someone pushing my head into the pillow by gripping my hair from behind while she’s thrusting her thick and huge strap inside me and the only sounds that can be heard inside the room are her grunts, our skin slapping, and my moans and whimpers of pleasure

fuck, i’d even get wetter for her if she degrades me so much

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oh, I’m sorry for the back scratches and the bite on your neck… they were totally a product of the heat of the moment and not at all my way of showing anyone else who comes close that you’re mine, that I’m the one you use and please, that I’m the one whose legs you rather be in between, that I’m the one whose pussy you groan against and then smell like. So yeah… heat of the moment and all that ;)