Fixed-orientation - CW: Orientation Play

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🧡 - what got you into dykebreaking:

i blame omegle for grooming me, unrestricted internet access that exposed me to hardcore stuff way too young, and the subsequent humiliation kink i developed. i first found dykebreaking stuff a year or so ago when i started to browse tumblr for stuff to rub to. color me only slightly surprised that i was into it when i stumbled upon it on a hardcore blog. its this enticing ultimate humiliation and complete surrender to ego death. i tried to stay away from it bc it was causing me to feel bad about myself, but nothing besides my gf pissing on me really gets me as wet as fast as just a few dykebreaking posts.

🤍 - what’s your fave dykebreaking post/story

anything by fixedorientation typically makes me squirm. i love any stories that emphasize that the dyke is still a dyke throughout it all.

🩷 - what’s your fave dykebreaking fantasy

i love to fantasize about being used in a free use way. maybe im at a party, dressed in my usual slutty fits, and a guy is hitting on me and im unimpressed and tell him im a dyke. he grabs me by the hair and shoves me down on my knees, im yelling at him, trying to hit him, but his friend helps him hold me down. i look up, begging for help from anyone and i make eye contact with another woman. shes sitting down on a couch nearby- lifting up her skirt and i get a glimpse of her mouthwatering pussy snuggled under lace. she winks and slides her hands into her panties, rubbing her clit. its then i realize everyone is watching, laughing, jeering as they get turned on watching me struggle.

the man who started the whole thing tears off his belt. he hands it off to his friend who uses it to bind my arms together. im trying desperately to squirm away and his friend shoves my head towards him as he pulls out his cock, hitting me in the face with it, rubbing his balls and pubes all over my face. he threatens to fuck my ass if i bite. i shut my mouth but he slaps me across the face. my whole body rocks with the impact and my mouth falls open. he hurriedly shoves his cock into my mouth- immediately fucking my throat as i choke and gag, tears run down my face and ruin my makeup. i can only gasp for air when he lets me. i hear the casual chatter of our audience and the wet slide of hands on cocks nearby. i hear a loud deep groan and i feel something wet add to the slime thats smeared all over my face. a man just came on me for the first time in my life.

im in shock when i hear the voice of my tormentor mocking me "youre about to take your first load of cum, dyke." he coos at me. "dont worry theres plenty of people who will take my place after." he starts fucking my throat ferociously after that. i can feel myself on the verge of blacking out, barely registering the feeling of hands on my skimpy dress and the sting of a knife on my chest as they cut off my bra. im choking on cum, desperately trying to swallow when my thong gets torn off me. the man unceremoniously lets me fall face first into a puddle of cum, spit, and tears. im there gasping for breath barely able to believe anything that happening is real when a finger probes my pussy. i hear a gasp behind me and suddenly two fingers are being shoved into my pussy. the mans long fingers reaching deep and hitting my g-spot. oh no- i think as i feel no pain or harsh friction. he pulls his fingers out and waves them around the room and hollers "this dykes pussy is soaking wet from being face fucked!" people laugh and im flooded with shame that fuels my arousal.

the woman from earlier approaches me and picks my head up. "youre disgusting you filthy dyke whore!" she says sharply and spits in my face. im crying and begging them to let me go and insisting that i am a dyke. "no, youre fucking not you stupid slut!" the man behind me roars and suddenly i cant breathe for a different reason. the mans cock slides deep into me. its hot and unlike anything else ive had in my cunt. "we'll see if youre still calling yourself a dyke after i take your gold star, cunt" the man grunts starting a harsh, fast pace. the cock inside me feels so good that i cant keep my moans from slipping out. "see! youre starting to like it already! dont worry- after me there are plenty of others wanting a turn with you."

even after everything else that happens that night, when i stumble home im still a dyke. just one that was forced to experience the ultimate humiliation of cumming again and again on mens cocks. from then on, whenever i rub my cunt i end up finding myself remembering that night.

*sigh* okay so jessjessprincess's ask and your response had me feeling some type of way so I thought I'd contribute my own experience.

Prior to starting estrogen and subsequently prog in college I was staunchly asexual, I had never felt attraction to anyone before, but the one thing I knew for sure was that I hated men. I was used to being picked on for being effeminate by guys my age, and I just liked the company of girls more anyway. I struggled talking to men and called them dumb, mean, a waste of time.

Then I started e, and out of nowhere I was starting to notice men. Not just a little bit either, I was staring at men almost constantly or thinking about them when I couldnt be discrete. It embarrassed me to absolute Hell simply admiting that I had crushes on men, or that I really wanted to date one for the first time in my life. I went on a few meh dates and decided to just put it off. Despite my budding attraction I still didnt like men. They bored me, they were mean, and they wasted my time.

Prog was when things really changed. I think every tgirl on prog knows of "the heat". That thick fog of arousal that just doesnt ever seem to go away, it just becomes normal to you. The way it comes and goes in waves after a while, and at its peaks we just cant. Stop. Thinking. About. Men. I started having weeks where all of my free time was spent rubbing while thinking about men. It couldnt just be any man either, practically a masculine caricature of hair, muscles, and sexual aptitude. Being owned by a group of that kind of man, imagining myself as a hyper-feminized version that didn't exist... yet. I just couldnt shake the thoughts, and I still can't to this day. And I still don't like men, I haven't even slept with one. I don't even know if it matters anymore if I like them, I just keep flirting with them hoping one of them know better than I do.

Ugh that’s so delicious… that mindfuck of feeling your physical and romantic attraction slowly shift against your will, and hating it, but being unable to keep those thoughts from digging themselves in even deeper… and never being completely certain of whether the changes are coming from your hormone doses, or from somewhere even deeper inside you…

It must have been such a confusing, frustrating time for you… “Is this really just what being a woman means? That can’t be right… can it? Heterosexual attraction isn’t programmed into us via our hormones… is it?”

It’s not even individual men that enticed you, just the idea of one; some tall, virile, masculine hunk, his muscular body dripping with testosterone and male pheromones… the exact kind of man whose genes your body wants to pass on, whether you like it or not.

You’re absolutely right: it doesn’t matter whether you like men or not, because your body does. And once you finally meet an example of the man you salivate over in your head, your body will betray you… your knees will go weak, your face will flush, you’ll start to stammer and avoid eye contact, as every little facet of your body language will scream out to him take me. Make this silly, ditzy girl yours, can’t you see how badly she needs it? Her sexuality doesn’t matter… the only thing that matters is that you treat her like the woman she is, claim her for yourself, and don’t let her go until you’ve put a baby in her.

Hello Sir! So...

My sexuality has always been a bit wishy washy the last while, but I used to be a hardcore lesbian! But it all changed when I saw LGD content crop up on my reddit...

I kept trying to tell myself that I wasn't into it, or that even if I WAS...it was just a kink obviously! I'm meant to be a trans lesbian!

Yet I can't fulfill this "hollow" feeling down under, especially on progesterone! Men pushing their patriarchal views on me gives me butterflies/makes me super wet.

I cleaned my room yesterday, purely because a man wanted to see me do some chores. I get wet when a man calls me names and stuff...

But I'm still a good lesbian, right Sir? I still like girls! I'm sure Mister will know how to guide me ~

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It’s hot how easily so many lesbians find themselves succumbing to the allure of being controlled by a man. For some, all it takes is knowing that such a kink even exists, and they just can’t help themselves from getting curious and seeking out more until that kink takes root in their own minds and starts to grow… it’s powerfully infectious, and the more you feed it, the more powerful it’s going to get.

It’s also hot how many trans lesbians find themselves having an unconscious attraction to men when they start HRT… as though becoming more feminine necessarily means belonging to a man. And just the sheer act of rebelling against these feelings, trying to shove them down and ignore them, just makes you feel even more submissive, because you realize you’re not in charge of what turns you on anymore.

Of course you’re a lesbian… the best kind of lesbian, in fact, the kind who understands that just because she might not be sexually or romantically interested in men, it doesn’t make her desire to submit to them any less strong.

having a rule that says you're not allowed to cum without permission

getting fucked right to the edge and desperately trying to plead and ask, "Wait wait- please- can I cum? I'm gonna cum, please please-"

But your dom intentionally ignores you and keeps fucking you at such a rough pace and it's getting harder to keep yourself from cumming, all you can do is beg and whine and your dom just gets off looking down at you under them seeing you fall apart trying not to cum until they say you can

So, a few days back I managed to work up the courage and ask my gf about doing another threesome with her bf. I said I wanted her to take the lead for me, I'd be super submissive, wear some handcuffs, and I'd love to eat her out for this. She set it all up, and to be a bit of a surprise for me, me going in blind and all.

This morning we did it, I was anxious and eager going into it, naked and handcuffed with a man in the room. I do know him outside of this, ads his relationship with my gf of course, he's nice and all, but being in this vulnerable position I really can't help but be fearful.

My gf is wearing some lingerie I don't recognize, a light pink lacey bra (Could see her heart shaped nipple piercings through them), and a red thong. She's got a full face of makeup and that made me a bit self conscious cause I was just wearing a little concealer and eyeliner.

Wordlessly, almost dismisively, she pushed me onto my back on the bed. Honestly it was pretty uncomfortable to me since my arms got pinned behind me with the metal digging in. With that she got on top of me, taking her time and showing off to her boyfriend behind her. I think he was touching her a bit, but she started making out with me, pressing our boobs together, groping and fondling me.

At this point I'm fairly sure is when he started fucking her doggystyle, I can feel his thrusts through her. He doesn't take time to warm up, to adjust. Her boobs jiggling against mine, her moans directly into my mouth. I really couldn't help but be envious, trapped beneath her, just getting her distracted touches.

I'm still very excited, leaking a lot of precum, and bucking against her. This is a lot less intense for me than the other threesome with him, but I'm still kind of hopeful it'll ramp up a little. My gf eventually stopped really making out with me, and was instead breathily moaning and swearing into my neck about how good it felt and that she needed more. I had a bit of a glimpse of him, admittedly mostly obscured by hair, his determined, focused look, the tight grip on her hips. He didn't take off her thong just move it to the side.

He pushed her further onto me, spreading her legs and my own. The feel of his leg hair was a bit startling, but exciting yknow? the casual touch of him. He moved a hand to aggresively grope her breasts, rubbing against mine in the process. He saw my needy response and actually groped me instead for a little which made me moan out quite a bit, rather more turned on by his forcefulness than my gfs playfulness. He sadly went back to groping her after this, but God it felt amazing.

After he came in her thing slowed down a bit, presumably to give him some time to recover for what happened next. As my gf also became functional enough to think again she made out with me, but mostly cooed about how great he is, and how happy she is that I'm there too, despite my role so far mostly being a mattress.

With some awkward shifting around, and myself being pushed a bit, my gf was now on the edge of the bed, me on the floor with my head between her legs. She took off her thong and wanted me to eat her out, with his cum in her. I was pretty apprehensive despite wanting it, but she locked her legs around my head and I got to work.

I haven't properly tasted cum since before I transitioned, having only tasted my own, or estrogenized cum. And fuck I forgot how potent it is. The feeling is still kind of in the back of my throat, and I can swear I still smell it. He started fucking her throat, and she clenched and spasmed, but never let go of me.

I had the occasional view of him, his balls slapping against hee face, his tight ass and strong legs, the tight grip he had as he facefucked her. Just using her mouth like a fleshlight. He pulled out and came all over her face, not the biggest load but that made sense considering he already fucked her cunt.

He then pushed her down towards me, and we made out, his cum rubbing onto me. Tasting and smelling more of it. He was still jerking off a little, which felt nice but embarassing to me.

After a cooldown period she asked me how I liked it, sheepishly, forced to admit my feelings I told her I had a great time and really liked it. We talked aboit my limits and that I wasn't close to saying my safeword, I was kind of hoping for some stimulation so she said she'd use a vibrsting plug on me after work.

Then I had to sadly get up and shower for work. Typed this all up while there. Looking forward to coming home tonight. Can still slightly taste his cum, but that may be me dreaming.

i used to hate even the thought of cock - i never understood how anyone would willingly suck cock or fuck raw

until i came to this side of tumblr~ all the degrading, nasty posts originally disturbed me, confused me, but also made me curious and made my clit throb - i thought i was shameful, but this is when the seed of lust was planted

posts told me to watch porn so i slowly transitioned from lesbian porn to lesbian strapon porn to hetero porn to gangbang, dp, facefucking, creampie, bdsm porn

i love women and now i love to see women that look like me get absolutely filled with cock and cum

i bought a dildo and toys to fill me because my cunt desired fullness, i needed to satiate my cunt - i originally bought the dildo because i thought i might use it as a strapon, but i never bought a harness or anything for it, even then i couldn’t admit that i wanted to be a cock slut

i practice sucking on my dildo and i get better and better each time.

i enjoy it more and more. it feels truly degrading and i love it.

i started birth control in case i get the chance to be actually fucked by cock. i want cock to cum all over me anywhere it pleases.

i obey cock~

i worship cock~

everyone should worship cock~