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Any opinion on aro or ace breaking?

I’m a big fan of them both… I love humiliating and breaking people down who think their sexual preferences actually matter to someone like me, and then rebuilding them in a way that’s better suited for my own enjoyment. I don’t care who you’re attracted to, even if it’s no one… I don’t care that you don’t get aroused by the thought of having sex with other people… that hole between your legs was designed to please me, not you.

And the best part is getting to show off what a docile, broken little toy you’ve become afterwards. Submission, the feeling of being owned, of having your mind so thoroughly rewired by me that you get addicted to that feeling, is far more satisfying than having a silly little thing like an identity…

I'm aroace, does that mean I'm just a fleshlight

Don’t sell yourself short… you’re much more fun to play with than a fleshlight, because I don’t get to watch the humiliation and reluctance in a fleshlight’s eyes as I use them like the object they are.

You are still a sex toy, however. If you’re not going to use that body for what it was meant for, it’s only polite to offer it to somebody who will.

I wanna try sex once to prove im asexual

Of course, sweetheart… just once, to silence those nagging doubts, to prove yourself in front of all the non-believers. After all, how can you say you don’t like it if you’ve never tried it?

There. That was fun, wasn’t it? Not really? Well, I enjoyed it, aren’t you glad that at least you made me feel good? And you didn’t even cum… that hardly counts, don’t you think? We’d better try it again… just to make sure.

You were much louder that time… if you weren’t still so adamant about being ace, I’d say sex was starting to grow on you. You know, there are still so many different things I can do to you that you haven’t experienced yet… don’t you think they’re worth trying out? Just for fun, just to experiment? You might even enjoy yourself… maybe what you need is just a little more practice.

Don’t worry, sweetheart, nobody else will have to know. I won’t tell them about all the times you whined and moaned and begged on my cock, or the way you keep asking me when we can do this again. This is just an intellectual exercise for you, an exploration of the pleasures life has to offer. That’s all you are, isn’t it? My adventurous, slutty little asexual… you just needed a gentle, helpful push out the door.

*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.