Empress/Ma’am

happy TGIRL TUMMY TUESDAY featuring ME, my LITTLE BLACK DRESS, and my lovely gf @ivmeadows

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I’m fantasizing about tying a trans puppy girl down to a chair with a plug in her hole, legs tied apart, and one hand free to stroke herself while i sit across from her with a crop.

Every time she gets close, i strike her with my crop, wherever i please. thighs, cheeks, cock, tits, no where on her left unmarked by me. Every time she stops without permission, i crush her balls with my demonias. Every time i just feel like it, if i get even slightly bored, she gets my boot or my crop. Why not? she isnt going anywhere.

Finally when she’s sobbing and begging, her face tear stained, and her hole and cock soaking wet, I mount her and ride her, edging her one last time, and finally when she thinks she’s earned the privilege of finishing in my hole, i pull her out.

I keep stroking her with my hand and tell her if she cums, I’ll get my belt. Even if she starts begging me to stop, saying that she can’t keep herself from cumming, i wont stop. I keep going until she finishes all over her tummy and chest still pleading me to stop but it’s too late.

When she’s an exhausted, sniffling, tear soaked, whimpering mess, i untie her, take some of her cum in my hand, and smear it on her sweet sad puppy face. Shes afraid of a belt lashing, but i just kiss her head and tell her, “go clean yourself up pretty girl.”

big bro sitting on little sister's face, making her smell his ass and balls. he'd force her to lick him if she wanted him to get up. the scent's overpowering. little sister can't think. she opens her mouth, pressing her tongue thoughtlessly to her big brother's taint.

her breath comes out heavy and desperate, fighting for what air she can get under her brother. every breath sends her further and further into rut, mindless lust pooling in her tummy. she can't, she can't, she'll break.

he grinds back into her face, pushing her nose against his asshole and she cums from his scent alone, twitching out an orgasm.

"fuck sis," he laughs. "fucking hell. you like smelling me that much?"

big brother fondles her, her legs shaking as he rubs her cum into her skin.

her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.

remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.

Story of my life people. You know what’s real ? The struggle.