As always, I'm going to Trans Pride this year. I can't wait to be walking down the streets, in a cute outfit, my Trans Flag, surrounded by fellow trans men, trans women, non binary people and everybody else...my community coming together as one again✨️
What i won't know is that my Dom has made plans to come see me. He's being a good Daddy throughout the morning, checking up on me, asking where i am, if I'm with anyone...telling me to stay safe. I'll think he's just being the sweet Dom he sometimes is, looking out for his property while I have my fun day out. Me being at Pride places me in my Daddy's hunting grounds, but I assume I wont get to see him as we've made no plans.
But he's closer than I think. He's been keeping tabs on me for different reasons than I think.
I'll be walking down the street, Pride pins and stickers on my top, my Trans Flag wrapped around me, alone, when suddenly a man appears next to me, his hand on my lower back guiding where I walk with a "Hello, little girl"...starting to take me away from Pride and all the events going on. It's Daddy. Come to collect his prey.
We'll end up at the door of my hotel room. He fixes a collar around my neck joining my flag that's tied there, and puts me on a leash...finally a physical representation of the leash he's had locked on me for over a year🔐. He pulls me into the room with it and tells me to kneel, so I do as I'm told...he looks down at me, almost with pity, seeing me dressed up in Trans Pride attire.
Maybe musing to me about how he's disappointed that after so long, I still think it's acceptable for me to try and fit in with the real trans men and trans women. That I could think I'm one of them, when the past year has proven quite the opposite...that clearly efforts to bring me around to my truth haven't been good enough. The whole time he's seemingly thinking out loud to me, my face would be in his crotch, rubbing against his hardening cock...so close, but so far🫠...
I want to end up pushed on the bed, Daddy cutting my clothes loose from me...leaving me stripped with just the flag tied at my neck. My hands cuffed to the bed posts, his warm hands roughly pushing my legs apart so he can inspect his property. His slut. His submissive boy girl, getting wet and twitchy for him. He'll tease me a little, running his fingers up my pussy and over my needy little clit making me moan for him, pinching my nipples, maybe sliding a finger inside me. Asking me if I had a good day at Pride...then to remind him if I've started T yet, Why I haven't started T yet. Having me recount how I could have called the gender clinic for an appointment and instead I chose to edge my way through the last half an hour of their phone lines being open, how I chose being rewarded with an orgasm over being able to get my prescription, that taking that orgasm meant I no longer had the authority to decide to call for the appointment..
He'd make me turn over onto all fours, and suddenly the relatively calm atmosphere would change. Maybe he lubes up his hand, or he fingers me roughly to get me wetter...using it to spread across my arse and prepare my hole for him. Growling in my ear if I want to be a boy, I get fucked like one, I can show him how much of a man i really am. I'd whimper and plead with him as he pushes his way in my arse, my begging falling on deaf ears as he works to bottom out in me, to force my body to make way and accommodate him. The chains of my cuffs would be clinking as I pull against them, squirming and wriggling underneath my Daddy while he fucks me, taking my tightest hole. Pulling on my leash and the flag still tied on me as leverage to fuck me deeper, to have me pushing back against him taking his cock harder.
I'd start whimpering for him to stop, that I can't take it..to "please, fuck my pussy, Daddy." His thrusts would get more purposeful, making me feel the length of his cock stretching my hole. Telling me "aww poor baby can't take it like a man. Only girls get fucked in their pussy...are you a girl, Demi? I'm not going to fuck your pussy unless you admit the truth to me, you don't belong out there in Pride..."
Maybe I'd try to refuse, I'd try to prove him wrong and keep taking it...but I'd soon cave. I'd start babbling that "you're right, I'm not a boy, im just a girl, please Daddy stop fucking my arse, please Daddy I'm a girl, my name is Demi not Daniel, I was wrong to think I'm trans I just..got led astray i got confused from reading all the articles online, please Daddy fuck me like the girl I am"
..and I'd end up on my back, my Trans Pride flag stuffed in my mouth, a stray couple tears from the discomfort of my arse being used falling down my cheeks, as Daddy finally pushes inside my leaking, twitching, neglected pussy. Pinning me down with his strength, telling me I'm okay and that Daddy's here...Daddy will help...Daddy will fix me. How i don't need to be out at Pride, I'm right where I need to be...taking Daddy's cock in my girly, needy pussy, to mark ✨️The Start of The End✨️. I don't need to worry my pretty little head with transitioning anymore, I can focus on returning to being the girl we both know I really am
My day turned from Marching for Trans Rights, convincing myself I fit in, telling myself that I'm a trans man.....to being fucked in my hotel room with my Pride flag muffling my moans as my cis, straight Daddy breeds my womb like the girl I really am, fucking me in the way I deserve...no, Need...after years of being confused and denying my truth✨️🫠
