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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.

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

I think it would be the most fun to bend you over and tie you up with your ass sticking up, grab you by the hips and pump a load deep inside your cunt, and then plug you with your vibrator as deep as it will go, so that all that sperm has nowhere else to go but to trickle down into your defenseless womb. You’d beg for me to take it out, but the vibrator wringing orgasm after orgasm out of your helpless body, combined with the knowledge that you were currently in the process of being impregnated would be too much for your overwhelmed brain to take, and all you’d be able to muster would be a dribble of pathetic whimpers and moans.

Maybe that’s what you should imagine while you stuff your toy inside you… pushing my cum even deeper inside yourself, raping your own body and knocking yourself up with a man’s sperm.

Oh fuck 😳

I don't think I've mentioned this on my blog before, but the lube I currently have and use is, in fact, cum lube. God. I'm still warming up right now but this almost made me cum just as I'm working myself over my pants. My boxers are going to be ruined when I finally take them off. I can't wait to imagine that it's your cum deep in my cunt as I force myself open around my vibrator.

Going to "but think of how much harder you'll cum later if you just keep edging now" my way into denying your needy little cunt for days, weeks, even months at time.

All with the promise that the release will be worth it. Better than anything you've ever felt. Building and building. Even as I use your pretty holes as a cum dump relentlessly. Even as I make a Fleshlight out of your constantly dripping, denied fuckmeat. Even as I cum over and over while you can only edge. Leaving you to hump my thigh for any tiny semblance of relief after, only to fall asleep yet another night with a desperately throbbing cunt.

Time passes in a warm haze. You wake up wet most days, already rubbing your thighs together in your sleep. Living in a state of near constant arousal. In rut. In heat. That hot melty feeling between your legs grows addicting. You're sensitivity increases, as does your need. Both dialed up to eleven, making it harder to resist sliding your fingers into your soaked panties. To edge and edge and edge. Denial and desire on a constant spiralling loop in your head.

But it's all worth it in the end, isn't it?

Surely, I'll let you cum eventually, right?

Of course I will, dummy.

But think of how much harder you'll cum later if you just keep edging now...

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.

My gf got me off this morning, her dirty talk so invasive and targeted as she worked her magic on me. I don't know how but her dirty talk honestly effects me more than her stimulation does.

She was teasing me about yesterday, about how I didnt even protest to eat her bfs cum, that I was eager even once she wrapped her legs around my head. I nodded along, bashfully agreeing. Confident she knows now how much I need to serve a man.

She slowed down her movements, wanting to edge and tease me. she teased about how I loved the taste for the first time properly having it, I breathily agreed. She just kept teasing me about him, but nothing more explicit than that, keeping me on the edge of orgasm and of admitting it to her.

after maybe, I don't honestly know, 30? 45 minutes of her teasing and touching I pathetically whimpered out "I need his cock" and she latched onto that, leading to me agreeing I need him in me, to fuck my face and my ass and to manhandle me like he does her.

Fuck it was such a relief and so so embarassing aaaa! She asked if she could tell him that and I whimpered pathetically but managed to say no. I hope she tells him anyways. She made me cum to saying I need him to hurt me. >~<

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.

How I play with myself

I love forcing myself to cum to videos of men jerking off. Most of the time I have to work up to it watching videos/fantasising about women, then when I’m ready I switch to a video of a man stroking his massive cock. The bigger and more masculine he is the better.

Sometimes I stick my tounge out and drool, sometimes I slap my tits. I get so horny that I forget I’m not into men. At this point I’ll be furious with my disgusting perverted mind and my weak body for getting off like this.

When the man cums, I force myself to cum in unison without looking away from the screen at all. I want to see every detail, every dribble of cum and every twitch of his cock while I writhe in pleasure and imagine it inside of me. I love feeling like a slave to my desperate cunt as I debase myself.

And then afterwards when I’m cleaning off in the shower, I think about what I just did and how much of a pathetic failed dyke I am, and just like that my cunt starts twitching again..

You are my new favorite blog to follow, I just discovered dyke breaking today and I'm obsessed. I used to be a lesbian prude and now I'm a horny cock obsessed bisexual. Thank you!!!

Thank you so much!! Welcome to the club! It feels so good to let go of all those inhibitions and devote yourself to pleasing cock the way you were always meant to, doesn’t it? Enjoy your stay 😘

I was talking with my bf about the previously reblogged "turning feminist man into raging misogynist by being a slutty whore" post and he dropped on me that it drove him crazy bc it was his exact thought process on our first date which made me feel some type of way I can assure you.

Bc I knew I was putting in the legwork to mold a nice misogynistic bf for myself over time (encouraging to grope me when no ones looking, call me embarrasing diminutives in front of friends, take initiative with his perversions), but finding out that he felt that way on day one really got me.

Anyways, always remember to suck his dick on the first date and moan for him to degrade you around his head!

Cumrag

(CW for oral sex, orientation play, dubcon, hypnosis, cock worship, degradation.)

Samantha couldn’t figure out why her partner had done this. What had changed her mind to want this? To want that? Felicity sat on the floor trembling, legs spread, her bare pussy dripping every few seconds. Her gaze shot through Samantha, despite how glassy her eyes looked. She sat back against the bedframe, watching every movement her girlfriend and… the man standing above her made. That damned man. Stark naked, hairy, hard dick poking through his unshaved pubes, and that repulsive smile.

With him? Seriously? The most average, boring man on earth?? Fucking Andrew?!

“What the hell are you doing, creep?”

Andrew’s smile never wavered as he answered. “What does that mean? She invited me over.” Felicity nodded slowly, almost drunkenly. “I don’t just randomly appear in apartments to fuck people, who does that?”

Samantha glanced briefly at his dick and forced herself to focus on his shaved face. “She looks wasted! Did you get her drunk or something? Why the fuck are you here!”

“I’m fucking her, and no she never had any alcohol or drugs around me.”

“You fucking liar, she’d never fuck a man!”

“I’m not lying, she asked me to fuck her.”

“No! No. I know her. I live with her. She’s a lesbian, why the fuck would she want your dick?” Ok, no, he needed to get out. Samantha wasn’t going to let Andrew just stand around her apartment, completely naked, and just ignore what she was saying. Felicity was a fucking lesbian! She’d said over and over again how done she was with men. What did he do to her?

“You can ask Felicity if you want answers,” he offered.

“I’m not fucking interested. Get out of my apartment.”

“Samantha, seriously, it’s fine-”

Felicity groaned. “Samantha…” God, her voice. Samantha had only heard her this lost in lust when her tongue was buried inside her. “Sam, please…”

“No. He has to leave. He has to leave now!”

“Please… please don’t take him away…”

“Absolutely not, I’m not letting him stay!”

A desperate, zealous whine washed through her. “Sam please I need himmm!”

“Excuse me? I don’t care if you ‘need’ him, he needs to leave!”

Felicity’s hips gyrated and she whimpered. That fucking needy whimper Sam loved.

“Sam, can you just let us explain?” Andrew’s eyes flashed to Felicity. “Or at least let her explain?”

Samantha matched his gaze, staring at the drool falling onto Felicity’s tits and her blank glass eyes. What the hell had he done to get to her like this? She seemed completely trapped, like an animal in a net. But her eyes, her stance… Did she actually want this?

“Fine. Make it fast, both of you.” Might as well see just how she lost her girlfriend to some dick. A nice looking dick, sure, but that wasn’t worth dwelling on.

“Felicity?” Andrew prompted.

She groaned and blinked, not managing to get rid of the glassy reflection. “He- Andrew- he showed me what I was missing. I… I didn’t know how much I needed it Samantha. That warm pulsing, it was never going away. Just being around him feels… feels like head over heels. I- we kept hanging out as friends and like each time I did I felt more… needy-” Her voice hitched, body shivering slightly. Sam had fucked her enough times to know she was riding the edge. “So, so three weeks ago I asked if I could suck his cock.”

Samantha stared. Three weeks of this? Three weeks? That’s how long she’d been sucking his dick and she was this far gone? It was a pretty good dick for a man, wouldn’t hurt or tear anything. Maybe that’s why she was so lost.

“He- he asked me if I was sure, he knew I was a lesbian. I said yes, I told him I just needed to try it. So he let me. Omigod he let me, Sam, Sam you don’t know how good it tastes, how sweet it smells, please you need to try it too, Sam I- I promise it’s not bad, it’s so good!”

Gone. Her girlfriend was gone just like that, from one single blowjob, and she hadn’t even fucking bothered to tell her about it?! “I tried sucking cock plenty before. It never ever felt that good. You never liked it either!”

“I know, I know, I hated cock, I didn’t know how good it could actually be… Sam, please you haven’t felt it pulse inside you, it’s heaven Sam, please please you have to believe me, his cock is-” Another hitch, stronger, sent Felicity’s body shuddering like a leaf. “H-his cock must be magic Sam you have to believe me, you have to try it Sam please, please just smell it Sam it does something to you pleaseeeee…” Felicity finally failed to stay upright and collapsed onto her side, shivering, clutching frantically at her tits and failing to suppress any of her moaning.

His dick is really that good? Magic? Samantha looked at it again. Maybe she was right. Maybe there was something about this dick. It looked so average though. Plain. Nothing seemed magic. It was normal to see little pulsing lights along that top vein. Nothing about that was odd. Besides, Felicity clearly liked something about it enough to really fuck up her brain. It was good enough to make her love it. Why let her keep that to herself?

Something itched at the back of Samantha’s mind. Hadn’t she been mad? Mad at what? Andrew was here but it was normal for Andrew to be here. They were all friends! There was nothing to be mad about. Felicity looked so happy too, it must all be fine. She could trust Felicity. Felicity hadn’t lied to her before. Like, sure, Felicity hadn’t told her what was really going on but with how Sam reacted, she couldn’t really blame her.

“Samantha?” Andrew’s voice pinged around her head, almost echoing. “How are you feeling?”

“G-good, Andrew…” She hadn’t torn her eyes away from his dick. It just hung there, laying in that bush, almost perfectly plated. Pulsing. Pretty lights. Pretty cock. “Mmph, Andrew?”

“Yes, Samantha?” Oh god his voice was wonderful, she’d do anything for it. So soothing…

“Andrew…” That beautiful name.

“Do you have something to ask me, Samantha?”

His pretty cock. So warm. Why let it just sit there? It kept getting bigger, the lights brighter. Only cock. Big, pulsing, hot cock. Andrew’s cock smelled like sweat, like Felicity, like Andrew, but even more enchanting. There was no need to think. The smell of Andrew’s cock made it too hard to see Felicity behind her, pushing Samantha to her knees, only a foot away from Andrew’s cock.

Felicity wanted this. Samantha didn’t blame her. Samantha wanted this. Samantha wanted Andrew’s cock. Pulsing, plump, throbbing, her pussy quickly soaking at the sight of it. Samantha wanted cock.

Samantha whimpered, “Can I please suck your cock, Andrew?” Her whole body twitched, spasmed really. There was no way she’d just said that. Asking a man if she could suck his cock was- right. That was natural. She’d always wanted to ask that. Her sex flared and throbbed. She’d always wanted cock. It flared again. She’s always wanted cock. “God, please Andrew I can’t help it please just let me taste it Andrew please-”

His cock swelled, throbbed. “Of course, Samantha.” She didn’t hear that satisfying conquest in his voice, she just heard Andrew saying yes. Felicity heard it and shivered. Just like Andrew wanted…

Samantha wrapped one hand around his cock and pumped. She needed it, she needed it hard and inside her mouth as soon as possible. Andrew said she could suck and she was going to fucking deliver. Fuck, cock looked so good swelling and getting hard in her hand, smelled so fucking good the closer it got to her nose, she fucking needed it inside her, she needed cock cock cock cock cock co-

Every thought slammed to a halt the moment she kissed the tip of Andrew’s cock. Her tongue tasted something sweet and swirled around his head, eager to taste it again. Samantha moaned helplessly, pumping his cock with one hand and grabbing one of her tits through her shirt with the other. Felicity coaxed her girlfriend’s head further forward and grabbed her other tit with a free hand. She couldn’t help moaning with Sam as her eyes went foggy and glassy, completely unfocused as Andrew’s cock pulsed directly into her mouth and melted her brain. Felicity’s cunt hummed in approval. She was right. There was no resisting the smell.

The pulsing head inside Sam’s mouth goaded her. Come, it said, take me deeper. Samantha complied, clamping her lips to Andrew’s cock and bobbing her head forwards. The pubic hairs tickled her lips but she was too far gone to possibly notice. She only knew that cock demanded worship and that she was a good worshiper. Each pulse and throb from his cock told her how best to worship. Go deep. Bob slower. Circle the head. Speed up. Detach and kiss and lick. Good suckslut. Circle the head. Suck. Go deep. Bob faster. Hum. Remove your flannel. Good slut. Remove your shirt. Suck again. Stop swallowing. Circle the head. Drool. Good slut.

The cock demanded more and more. Every second Samantha spent sucking was another bit of her free will she lost. Even if she had stopped now, several minutes in, she’d be dependent on Andrew for more complicated things. He could put it back if he wanted but it was up to him now. And Andrew had no intention of giving anything back until Samantha paid him back for ruining the blowjob Felicity had been giving him.

Samantha heard some muffled noises above and behind her, but they weren’t worth thinking about. They weren’t cock. She took off her bra and groped her tits with a free hand, switching back and forth as the other was kept firmly on the ground for stability. Cock demanded her total attention, not the sudden presence of thin fabric on her back. Cock throbbed again and again. She didn’t care how long it took; she needed to make Andrew cum.

Felicity kissed her cheek over and over. Andrew tousled her hair and moaned in ecstasy. Samantha, completely lost, simply sucked according to cock’s instructions. Nothing mattered. Cock was inside her. This was heaven. This is what she needed to be. Every throb and pulse from the cock in her mouth cemented her new reality. She was a cock sucking slut. Cock was too good to ignore anymore. Cock controlled her. Her cunt throbbed and sent Samantha reeling. This had to be right. This had to be true. There was no other reason to get so damn wet sucking cock. She loved cock! Anything for cock! Anything, anything, anything…

Andrew’s cock pulsed and throbbed harder than Sam had ever felt it. She had only a second to force the back of her throat open before that last twitch became sweet, obsessive release. Warm, salty cum popped into her mouth and coated her tongue. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, as if they had been replaced by the sweet nectar shooting into her body. Finally, finally, she’d given him release, given cock enough pleasure. God, it felt like it was worming its way into her head and coating everything with it. Not even Felicity’s clit on her tongue felt this good. So delicious. Nothing else matters. Just pulsing, pumping cock…

Her mouth was warm, wet, and his cock felt great inside, but Andrew needed to pull out anyways. This wouldn’t be done until he got her to admit that. He pulled out, slowly, watching the strands of drool and cum mixed together stretch out between Samantha’s lips and his dick until they snapped and stuck to her face like she was another cheap whore. It definitely fit with her bare tits, soaked jeans, blank eyes, and lesbian flag draped around her shoulders. Felicity looked at her girlfriend with well-deserved pride. She’s never looked more beautiful.

Andrew kneeled down to be at the same level as Samantha, the three centimeter height difference disappearing. “Oh, Samantha?” he called, trying and failing to keep the immense satisfaction he felt out of his voice.

“Uh huhh?” she gurgled. He always loved seeing girls like this after tasting him. He didn’t really understand it – maybe aliens, who knows – but once a woman tasted his cum their brains turned to liquid. Her eyes were as foggy as Felicity’s before they’d been interrupted. He’d forgotten how angry she was when she saw them; Sam certainly had too. No, she needed him too much now…

Andrew pulled a corner of the flag draped over Samantha’s back into her field of vision. “Can you tell me what this is?”

She stared blankly at it for several seconds. She knew it, it was on the tip of her tongue- “M- my pride flag…” she said between strands of cum and spit running off her mouth and swallowing some of the rest.

Andrew took the corner and wiped the fluids off her mouth and chin, both cleaning her off and smearing her face with it. It stained the flag, pools of deeper color spotting the two orange stripes. “Can you tell me what this is?”

Sam blinked, the fresh scents clogging her nose and slowing any attempt by her mind to reestablish itself. What was it? What was she looking at? It was such a pretty color. So much prettier with his cum all over it. It must just be- “A cumrag.”

Andrew felt his face creep into the most twisted villain smile he could imagine. “That’s exactly what it looks like to me. That’s exactly how I’m going to treat it.”

Samantha and Felicity shivered together. Felicity wrapped her arms around her kneeling partner and kissed her forehead, faintly tasting the same cum that Samantha had been melting from. She knew Samantha would join her, she always knew. This was the right thing for them both, to share in the utter bliss of cocksucking.

Andrew wasn’t done, however. “Felicity, get underneath Samantha and eat her out. Samantha, once she’s down there, start eating her out too. I want to see you two for myself.”

They both complied; Felicity trailed kisses down Samantha’s stomach until she reached the floor, rolled over and showered her pussy with attention. Samantha shivered and dropped down at the first kiss, sinking lower until her tongue was between Felicity’s spread legs. After that, both women forgot what happened, how long they spent between each other’s legs, the several orgasms they brought each other too, the silence as Andrew refused to let them stop. They were just two puppets, endlessly lapping away. Their pleasure didn’t matter anymore. Just the pulsing cock above them, staining a cumrag.

*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 ~

🩷

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.

the lesbian pipeline of finding cocks disgusting and saying you can't be a lesbian if you like them to hearing other lesbians say that lesbians can like cock so maybe it's okay to craving cock and being filled up by one being your only desire 🩷

Sounds like someone needs to play the breeding lottery… do you know what that is?

It’s where we grab you off the street while you’re ovulating, someone holds you down, and a long line of men forms behind you and fucks load after load into you until you’re guaranteed to be knocked up. Then, in nine months, you take a paternity test and inform the lucky winner. His reward? He gets to come back and do it again.

kinda wish I was being raped pregnant right now

Hey tumblr kink baby:

• remember to take time off from the screen

• remember that you are a human being who deserves respect

• remember that dominance as bdsm play should ALWAYS feel good, and you should ALWAYS feel safe to say NO.

• walk away from any conversation or person who makes you feel like you can’t trust your own feelings

• walk away from anyone who makes you feel unsafe to express your needs and feelings

• always make sure your play partners understand the concept of consent

• no piece of dick / pussy is worth the trauma of having someone taking advantage of you

I thought for years and several unsuccessful relationships that I was a lesbian or at least bisexual with a strong preference for women. Everything just seemed to fall apart in the bedroom, sooner rather than later, and I’d almost convinced myself that I was somewhere on the asexual spectrum, because I always stopped wanting or even being interested in sex.

And then I confessed to having less-than-platonic feelings for an old friend, and we started hooking up, and it turns out I was wrong. I’m not gay, and I’m not asexual. I’m submissive. He’s extremely dominant and it’s excellent - I’ve never been more sexually fulfilled than with him.

I definitely never expected to be begging for cock, but I am, I love it, and I’m definitely not a lesbian.

This is incredibly cute, Anon! I'm so happy for you - that you found your place.

I wonder how your old lovers would feel, if they knew. Not only are you yet another data point for the old stereotype that every lesbian "just needs the right dick" - you didn't even know you wanted it until a man made you beg! So many women have tried so hard to make people believe that they didn't, on some level, truly need a man - but your deeply buried desire wasn't just to be with a man, it was to be beneath him.

I wonder how many girls there are like you - forever seeking the wrong thing, forever wondering why it doesn't feel real enough.

I wonder how many girls think they need a wife when they just need a collar.

🧡🤍🩷

🧡 - 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.

I was trying to fight him off while he was raping me and he said "that's it, get it all out" like I was just a kid throwing a tantrum.

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~

You catch the eye of an incredibly sexy older femme at the bar; you can feel her lusty eyes burning holes in you across the room until she finally walks over and you instantly melt before her elegant, dominant demeanor. The instant she opens her mouth to say hello, you can feel the blood rushing into your face. There’s no question about it: she’s taking you home with her.

You’re so wrapped up in the excitement, it barely even registers to you that there’s already a car in the driveway when she pulls into her remarkably spacious, dimly-lit house. She whisks you up to the bedroom so quickly you don’t even get a chance to look at the photos hanging on the wall. She pushes you onto to the bed and you crumble instantly, desperate to please this Goddess, your limbs moving automatically as she orders you to undress, staring with wide-eyed anticipation as she buckles your wrists and ankles into the restraints attached to the bedposts. She purrs at you, gazing down at your defenseless form, as you eagerly await whatever she has in store for you. “Now, pet… are you ready to really make me happy?” You nod obediently… and she grins, before calling over her shoulder, “They’re ready for you now, darling.”

A question mark goes off in your head. Confusion gives way to fear as in your attempt to take stock of your surroundings, your eyes settle on a photograph framed on the nightstand: the gorgeous, dominant woman standing over her, and a man with his arm wrapped around her, gold bands gleaming on their fingers. A chill comes over you as you watch that same man stride into the room, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs. The woman instantly rushes to his side, running her hands along his muscular body, and purrs in his ear: “It’s another butch dyke, honey… your favorite.”

He stops at the foot of the bed and looks you up and down as he continues slowly unbuttoning his shirt, as you try to find the words to beg them to release you, but your tongue is frozen in your mouth. He grins. “Don’t look so terrified now… I’m not a cruel man; I’d never rape you without giving you a chance. You’re going to love this. And if you don’t, we’ll let you go… all you have to do is prove you’re not enjoying yourself. If you don’t cum before I do, I’ll untie you and set you free. But if you do… you’re ours for the rest of the night.” He turns to his wife. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

She grins a devilish grin, and walks over to the bedside table drawer, pulling out a vibrating wand, which she waves ominously in your direction. “Of course, honey… how long do you think they’re going to hold out?”

This one went straight to my clit, I have to admit. I can imagine how desperate and uncomfortable I'd suddenly be once the situation sinks in, begging to be let out, that I'll do anything if they just let me go. They just ignore me-- after all, if they gag me, they won't get to listen to the noises I'll make when I inevitably change my tune.

It'll be hard to resist the vibrator. I love having a vibrator held to my clit, and tied up like this, there's no way I can escape it now. Maybe it'd look like I'm trying to buck my hips away, but we all know I'm really just humping it helplessly. I can picture the woman leaning over me, watching the way my clit throbs as I twitch and grunt, trying to hide the fact that I'm enjoying myself so much. She gropes my tits and talks about me like I'm not even there-- "They're so wet, honey, you won't need the lube. Aw, look at how hard their clit is, they must be desperate for your cock."

Meanwhile, her husband crawls on the bed and over me. I pull helplessly at the restraints as I feel his skin against mine, his cock throbbing against my thigh. He humps idly against my hairy cunt as he joins his wife in groping my tips, eventually sliding his hands down to spread my cunt, assessing how wet my cunt is for him. The next thing I know his hard, hairy cock is rubbing up against my folds. He uses my own wetness to lube up his cock, and I grunt every time I feel the tip of his cock nudge my clit.

"You poor thing," He grins, rubbing the base of my clit as his wife holds the vibrator against me. "Babe, check out how much they're clenching around nothing. They must be desperate for this after all."

"These butch dykes hardly ever get a chance to experience the real thing," She sighs. "I always love watching their faces the first time they get split open by a real cock."

The next thing I know, it's happening. His cock catches against the entrance to my hole, and the next thing I know he's guiding it deep inside me. I grunt and clench instinctively, wound up too tight by the vibrator and all the sensations I'm experiencing for the first time. My entire lower body is tense, maybe trying to push the intruder out, maybe trying to draw him in deeper-- I can't tell, but no matter what I do, his cock keeps spreading my folds open and fucking deeper into my womb. The man huffs, drawing most of the way back out, shifting his hips slightly, and sinking even deeper back in. As he does so his wife increases the level on the vibrator, and the next thing I know I'm cumming helplessly on his cock, unable to hide my moans as my entire body yields to him.

I come back to my senses a few moments later as the man fucks my cunt in earnest now. The orgasm has forced me to relax, my cunt softening and allowing him to bottom out in me, his balls slapping rhythmically against my clit. I moan in equal parts pleasure and pained overstimulation, too fucked out to do anything but try and buck against him in the restraints.

"There we go," He laughs. "That wasn't so hard now, was it? I told you I'm not a cruel man. 'Sides, all you dyke cunts always feel much better after an orgasm or two."

I simply moan and go fully limp. I can feel my cunt milking his thick, long cock and a few moments later he's grinding against my cunt as I feel him filling my womb. He pulls out a few seconds later, getting cum all over the outside of my cunt, fingering it idly back in with a thick finger.

"That's better," He grins down at me. "Looks like we've got a new plaything for the night, sweetheart."

She laughs as she climbs on the bed, now sporting a long and cruel-looking strap on. As he unbuckles my restraints to flip me over, all I can think is that it's going to be a long, long night.

And I'm not sure I ever want it to end.

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 😵‍💫

ive been lurking in the orientation play subsection of tumblr for at least a year at this point and ive seen the rise and fall of many blogs in that time. it always puts a pep in my step seeing this blog stay active. i really appreciate ur emphasis on fantasy, consent, and boundaries. like tbh ur blog is a pillar in countless horny pathetic lesbians self-pleasure habits- hats off to ya

That really brings a smile to my face, anon ☺️ Thank you so much! I blame my longevity on my strict policy not to reblog a single NSFW image, gif, or video. I’ve seen far too many excellent blogs get taken down that way; it’s just not worth the risk for me. I prefer more intellectual stimulation anyway, so that works out just perfectly for me.

Part of the reason we play with gender and sexuality here is because of how scary they can be in the real world, so it’s imperative to make sure that real-life hatred and those intense feelings of guilt, self-loathing, and fear don’t bleed their way into what we do for fun. It’s part escapism, part humiliation, and also just because playing with taboos can just be fun. But it’s all made possible because at the end of the day, despite what we pretend in kink, we trust and support one another, and understand and maintain that boundary.

Also jeez it really has been almost a year for me, hasn’t it? Here’s to many more horny pathetic lesbians pleasuring themselves to my writing 🧡🤍🩷

some things i've learned abt myself since i gave Daddy control of my orgasms 💕

#1: the tiniest things make me feel subby n horny

when i started this, i definitely expected that my fantasies would get more raunchy and perverted the longer the denial went on. and while i have developed some new kinks (thanks to Daddy being so hot n perfect n addictive n sooo fun to please 🥺🥺🥺), the bigger surprise was how easily i get turned on. counterintuitively, some of my fantasies have gotten more innocent and yet they get me unfathomably horny lol. i genuinely could make a series about it. just small little things that make me melt and get me stupidly wet.

at its core, it's because denial makes me feel more submissive. trust me there's nothing i love more than the thought of submitting to him in bed and him fucking my brains out, lord knows i can neeever get enough of it 🥴 but that desire just bleeds into everything, all the time. when i don't get to cum, that feeling of needing to be beneath him never shuts off. it's not exactly that i feel horny 24/7, but i feel submissive 24/7. the desire to please him, to worship him, to be good for him, is so constant.

or maybe it's just that Daddy brings out my submissive side even more n submitting to him is just right and natural hehe 🩷 either way, it's so so so fun n addictive !! i want him to feel the power n control he has over me all the time.

#2: edging is always about pleasing him <3

edging is soooo addictive, it's a problem lol. it's definitely made touching myself infinitely more fun, bc i used to just have one or two orgasms and then settle down and that's it. but edging can go on and on and on and aaaaaa i never wanna stop!!!! usually i'm forced to when my vibrator dies on me lol. does it drive me insane n make me wanna cry every time i have to pull away to stop myself from going over the edge? yes but that's part of the fun 🤭

that said, no matter how much i love it, the most fun (and important!) thing is remembering that i'm doing it for Daddy's pleasure. and i've found that the best way of doing that, and the best way to make sure Daddy gets the most enjoyment out of my edging, is to make something for him while doing it! i adooore recording myself edging for him, or writing something smutty for him to read (yes, including this post~).

definitely nothing compares to sexting him while i edge, bc his words will always have a bigger effect on me than any porn or erotica in the world ever could because it's 💖 him 💖 hehe. but !! if ever we can't talk directly while i edge, making something for him to enjoy is such a lovely way to feel closer to him. it makes me feel like he's right there, stroking his cock to my words and my voice, and it just makes me louder and needier and closer.

there's just so much to enjoy about it! it makes the edging so much more effective at turning me into a needy, slutty mess for Daddy to play with whenever his heart desires. it reminds me that my body belongs to him, and that i'm being given permission to cum so he can enjoy it, so i better make sure he enjoys it.

#3: no touch is indescribably fun

there are days that are noticeably much more intense. like... beyond overwhelming, my whole body is tingling, horniness at a 12 out of 10. i don't really know why. maybe it's hormones. maybe it's just that some days i get to spend more time with Daddy and i feel closer to him and it drives me crazy. but what i do know is that i really love not touching myself on those days.

it's partly bc i would definitely lose my edge if i did lol. but for the most part, it's because it feels so good to just sit in that feeling. when my body craves him so badly that just the thought of him sends waves of pleasure throughout my body. even without touching myself at all, just reading his words makes me whine and moan and shake.

i've honestly never even asked to touch myself on days like that. they don't happen too often, and when they have, i was so overwhelmed by it that i just needed to process it. i didn't know i could feel that way from just talking to someone. over text, too!! it's mindblowing. and i've said as much to him, "how do you do this to me?"

on a slightly funny note, on days like that, i genuinely can't bring myself to do the whole ooo sexy dirty talk thing. i just feel so overwhelmed by it, both the emotional connection i feel to him as well as the physical sensations, that i immediately default to therapy-mode and start just... describing it. which i think he definitely enjoyed regardless. but i was doing a body scan mid sexting lol, no joke. it's kinda meditative, literally! just sitting there and feeling it, every bit of it. really letting his every word wash over me and noticing how it makes my heart feel so light, my head feel so wonderfully fuzzy, my cunt so so wet. those are some of the moments when i've felt closest to him and ugh, it's so wonderful <3

it's honestly a very big part of why i want to keep going with the denial. i genuinely didn't know it was possible to feel this way. it's all mental, and yet the physical effect it has on me is so real. i want to see how much further it can go, because i know it can go so much further. the closer Daddy and i get, the more i understand how my mind and body react to his dominance, the more intense it'll get.

i don't know what would be more fun... begging to touch myself on one these days and being told no? or explicitly being ordered to touch myself and record myself trying desperately not to go over the edge? either way, i can't wait for the many more wonderful experiences i'll have with Daddy 🩷