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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…

"proving" my asexuality by being forced to take a gangbang and then made to cum until i black out if i ever say i don't enjoy it vs "breaking" my asexuality by turning into a bimbo icon and the ideal woman in every way i present myself but never being allowed to cum without permission

Orientation play is so hot, making a lesbian girl beg for cock, turning a bi girl straight just to limit and reduce her, making a conservative straight girl fuck another woman for her shame and embarrassment.

acebreaking is so underrated. there's nothing more romantic than an ace lesbian who lays down on her pride flag and spreads her legs for you

latest fantasy is about having a very close guy friend who i confide in about my asexuality, and he tells me how he supports and loves me (platonically), then he admits he's always been a little curious what being ace meant and how far that goes for me. eventually, he proposes a game between just the two of us: see if he can find, do, or make me excited. just between two goofy friends, nothing serious :)

maybe he asks me intrusive questions, answering 'innocent' things like common questions about my experiences, and clearing up myths about girls. explain things to him about women that he didn't have a chance to do with other girls - and he assures me that i can tell him anything, in return.

soon after, i let him send me porn after he tells me to watch it all and write back to him what would feel good or my opinion, determine what's realistic or not, or just report back what i liked or didn't like so he can understand me and my kinks a little better. even if i don't find myself aroused, he knows what makes me tick. he asks for an 'honest pic review', later.

late night in a phone call, i'm listening to him struggle to breath calmly while he makes me describe and read my essay assignment about how i'd strip, tease, then ride and fuck myself on his cock. he tells me to repeat it again, again, until i hear him let out a small moan.

it moves on to him grabbing me to growl in my ear how he wants to rail me when we're in public. he outright gropes and pinches my tits when we're alone, and later he sticks his fingers down my mouth without warning, just to look at my face and say how cute my lips are. it feels like he treats me like i'm a doll to pull apart and yank around. he musses my hair, grabs my wrists, holds my waist, and rests his hand on my legs.

when i'm naked, shaking underneath him, my legs being forced apart and i can't find an excuse to squirm away, i want to try reminding him - i'm not attracted to him, i'm asexual, i don't find him hot, this isn't something that friends do.

"yeah, isn't that the best? i don't even have to make you like me before i get to fuck you. you just turned out to be a walking fleshlight."

ace girls are just unwitting fleshlights, if youre not gonna use that hole i will

acearo slut who's forced to say 'i love you' every time she cums, gradually chipping away at her resolve; brain so dazed from overstimulation that she begins to mean it

im such a stupid girl for thinking im an aroace lesbian 😵‍💫 your blog gets me so wet thinking about being a good cunt for a big strong man

Not to worry, sweetheart, you’ve come to the right place… it doesn’t matter who you’re actually attracted to or not, only that you accept your place as a man’s toy. Those holes of yours were built for our pleasure, after all, not for yours.

The thought of taking an ace woman and slowly turning her into my ideal breeding toy is bliss. Even better if she only truly resists after I've rui-, I mean, Enhanced her body and knows her womb only needs fed creampies until she's bred.

oh, i think i understand the appeal of taking an ace girl and easing her into the idea of being a "good partner" without sacrificing anything too great, just a little shame and giggles here and there; chipping away at her cold shyness every time you get to touch her and grope her ass or pinch her tits. it's simple, really! just fuck her until she passes out, cum inside, use her up until you cum again, stuff her until she gushes and ruins the sheets (of course that's what you mean ♥)

and of course by the time she gets over how "uncomfortable" sex was before, and stubbornly admits she likes getting her brains fucked out by you, she'd have taken enough loads in her cunt to get wet merely thinking about your cock again 💖

If asexual dykes and fakeboys aren't going to use themselves properly they should be free use to everyone else like if they're going through a period of not being turned on by anything it shouldn't be up to them if someone else wants to play with their body. If they haven't been wanting to orgasm they should be forced to come over and over again until it hurts

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.

Being ace and being this horny feels contradictory.

Normally I barely think about sex, I have no interest in it. But this morning I woke up and all I can think about is being on my knees, pleasing someone with my mouth as they enjoy their breakfast. Or, if I am lucky, them fucking me awake.

I swear this isn’t how I normally am but it feels so good. It’s like my brain has been hijacked by my dripping pussy

im asexual and aromantic but I can't stop thinking about how nice it would feel to have a real cock inside me. like hot and warm and full and just the feeling of being whole and filled up like that... im not attracted to men or dicks it's normal to feel like you just want that feeling right that doesn't mean im not asexual

Of course, anon, it’s completely normal for asexual people to be obsessed with the idea of having a real man’s cock inside them; it’s natural, even. There’s nothing wrong with letting it occupy all your waking thoughts, and even your dreams… penetrating your psyche the way you so desperately wish it would penetrate your holes. You said it yourself, anon, you just won’t feel whole without a cock inside you, filling that void inside you which will remain forever empty until that fascination finally gets too strong to ignore.

It’s totally normal to try it out, too, just to make sure. Just treat his cock like any other dildo, climb on it and bounce on it while he lies still and you can try your hardest to pretend like this ace person isn’t letting a man fuck them, because you’re not… not really, right? You’re just testing out these suspicions, making sure that you’re just as normal as everyone else, right? It doesn’t even matter that your fantasies start to change afterwards… and you start to wonder what it’d feel like if he were the one thrusting into you; if you were on your knees for him. That’s totally normal too… isn’t it?

*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.

Put a ring gag in my mouth and make me suck off your cock. Since I don’t feel sexual attraction surely I won’t be affected by it at all, right? After all, you are just using my mouth and my body won’t get any stimulation out of that. Pull on my hair until your cock is so far down my throat I can’t breathe and then cum, making sure nothing escapes.

And then afterwards push me onto my back and pull my legs apart so you can make sure I really was unaffected. After all, if I am asexual I won’t be wet and aching for your cock in another one of my holes, right?

So consider…

Corrupting two women who are dead sure they are not attracted to men (be they asexual, lesbian or something third) by telling them they can’t cum till they both beg for cock.

One of them might be proud and stubborn, she is certain that she will never break regardless of how long it takes or how hard she is edged. The other…is not like that. She is used to orgasming several times a week, sometimes several times a day and going without is a hard cold turkey. It isn’t long before she, shyly, whisper in your ear how she yearns to feel your cock inside her. Would you tell her to speak up? Show her friend how quickly she succumbed? Regardless she has to wait till the stubborn one breaks too. Maybe she begins edging her friend when you aren’t around to speed up the process? Urging her to give in, to break. Surely she can take your cock just this once? It doesn’t prove anything.

Or maybe the two decide to stay strong together, prolonging both their miseries as they urge the other not to give in. Desperately holding hands as they twist, tug and cry in their confinements, each edge driving them closer to the brink. Any chance of withstanding would break as soon as the first one gives in, her friend just as defeated as had it been herself.

Regardless of the outcome, once they have had the chance to cum on a real cock there is no going back.