The most delicious kind of humiliation for me isn't just being told I'm worthless; it's being told that I'm wrong about who I am. I am a trans submissive, I have built my identity around my masculinity/androgyny, but the thrill of forced detransition or being aggressively misgendered flips the script in the most intense way possible. There is a visceral rush that comes when a partner ignores my identity, my name and calls me "girl" or "sissy" as a form of discipline, reinventing me in their ideal image. It forces me to confront the "original" body I fight so hard to escape, but instead of it being a source of pain, it becomes the centerpiece of my submission. The cognitive dissonance of being treated as a woman when I feel like a man makes me vulnerable and desperate for their approval. I willingly hand over the keys to my self-perception just to watch them turn the key and drag me back into a place where I am small, soft, and completely at their mercy.
(You can call me Reynard, Vixen, or whatever you want. Use whatever pronouns you see fit for me, I am your doll ❤️)
