Having A Rule That Says You're Not Allowed To Cum Without Permission

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

thinking about pinned down and fucked while my gf is forced to watch, both of us begging for him to stop as he pounds my cunt deeper, Ignoring our pleas as he fills my fertile womb 😵‍💫

I swear I’m a butch who only tops I’m just wet in my boxers and humping my mattress to all your posts um I mean what

The butches, the tops, and the dommes are some of my favorite dykes to watch fall down this slippery slope… because they have the most to lose in the eyes of their fellow lesbians.

All that power you have over women, making them moan and writhe beneath you, acting all confident and aloof, visually presenting as highly on the Kinsey scale as you can get… and yet deep down you know it’s all a front.

All it takes is just reading about being used by a man, scrolling past some fantasy that makes your pussy clench in just the right way, and you feel your brain seize up and your breathing go shallow as you realize fuck… you’re no different from any of these other mewling, submissive, pathetic cunts. Nothing feels as good as realizing how weak and powerless you are, that your strength, your confidence, even your sexuality don’t matter at all compared to your body’s natural instincts to submit. The more humiliating it is, the further your fall from grace, the more intense and degrading the fantasies become, the better it gets.

Before you know it, every time you top and there’s some subby little dyke losing her mind and moaning on your strap, you won’t be able to shake that thought… is that what I’m going to sound like when I’m in her place, and a man is in mine? The answer is no, of course. You have so much more to prove, after all: you’re going to be even louder.

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 ~

🩷

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.

it drives me crazy that no matter what we want, what position we’re in or who’s doing us we will get pregnant.

Our body doesn’t know or care what we want, it’s just doing what it’s made for.

It’s just not fair, isn’t it? Despite being lesbian, asexual, a straight trans man, or completely uninterested in bearing children, just one single moment of capitulation, one drop of a man’s cum inside you, is all it takes. You don’t even have to want it… because your body does. And it won’t stop until it gets what it wants. Your own womb is plotting against you… and it fights dirty.

You poor, poor thing… it must be so frustrating, especially when you ovulate, when your body reminds you of its purpose, when all these hormonal urges get stronger against your will, when you feel the shame of getting turned on by what should disgust you. But there, in the back of your mind, your most primal instincts are whispering to you, encouraging you to give up the fight, to surrender to your biological imperative, to pass on your genes just the way millions of years worth of evolution conspired to.

And every time you come back here, every time you rub another one out to a humiliating fantasy of being mounted and bred, those urges gain a little more ground. Your judgment starts to erode, bit by bit, your fantasies start to become more vivid, your resolve starts to weaken. Sooner or later, you won’t have the strength to contain it any more. The harder you fight it, the harder you’re going to snap. So why bother? You were born to lose.

*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.