throbbing clit

She sucked on my clit while she fingered me and forced me to cum 🫣 Then she forced me to cum again because she thought my cries were cute. I felt so humiliated after but I still think about it from time to time and rub my pussy

I wanted to sunbathe in my microthong in my apartment buildings back yard yesterday but I got scared. I just wore shorts but my freshly waxed pussy was throbbing.

I pumped for hours yesterday and then got used like a good doll.

My boyfriend started by kissing my pussy lips over and over again. It was so humiliating to have such fat lips that he was practically making out with my pussy. They were puffy and swollen so they kissed him right back. I felt so feminine and embarrassed by it. But that only made me wetter.

My boyfriend ate my pussy for a long time, my entire puffy mound was in his mouth and I felt so helpless. He suckled my fat clit in his mouth roughly, bringing me to the edge over and over. I could feel my wet pussy rubbing on his face and my fat thighs.

Of course I wasn’t allowed to cum and I begged for him to stop when I got close because I’m not allowed to cum.

He pounded my swollen pussy for a long time, the plap plap plap and squelching noises driving me crazy. Anytime it felt like he was going too deep I remembered my doll training and that I only wanted to be a good doll for him and it felt okay again. He was truly completely inside me, my tight wet hot pussy wrapped around his fat dick.

Sometimes when I pump for hours and then try to walk it’s so hard because I have to step so widely or else my pussy rubs against my thighs so tightly it’s uncomfortable and I can feel how wet and jiggly my pussy is.

When a girl does cum she’s punished by being forced to orgasm over and over until her clit is numb from overstimulation and her holes are throbbing with pain from being used. It’s not uncommon for girls to piss themselves from the constant internal pressure of fingers or a cock.

My pussy and useless clit being fatter and more obvious than any of the beautiful women in class with me. They’re all whispering and laughing at how visible my lips are through my pants.

My clit pulses and swells, completely uncomfortable from lack of release. The aching keeps me up at night and I’m not allowed to play with my dolly pussy because it doesn’t belong to me.

I submissively beg my owner to allow my throbbing clit some relief, as the aching pain grows more and more distracting. I know that orgasms are something I should not even desire anymore, but it is hard to not feel tempted for a moment of pleasure.

My owner sympathizes with me, rubbing my back.

“I’m so sorry doll, please lift your dress so I can give you medicine for your bothersome clit”

I sigh and lift the skirt of my tiny dress. I watch my owner retrieve a white tube of cream. I see them squirt it onto their fingers and begin rubbing it on my freshly pumped cunt. It is cold and tingly.

“There you go, this is the numbing cream we’ll begin to use as part of your doll maintenance and conditioning. No more having to think about your useless little clit !”

Shy girls attending uni would scramble on the first day of classes to pick their seat first to ensure they don't get stuck sitting on the 10-inch hammer for the rest of the year.

Women squirming in movie theater seats during exciting movies, or crying out during horror films in such a way that you're not sure if it was the jumpscare or something else.

A sweet looking girl on the subway trying not to cry because she was late this morning and the phallus in the only seat left was bigger than she's used to and the vibrations from the car are making it feel sooo good.

Imagine sitting across a girl on a first date in a restaurant. She arrived and sat before you did so didn't see what was in her chair and your mind is going wild imagining what kind of object is filling your date right across from you. The date goes well and as the night goes on and the flirting gets heavier you can notice her slowly rocking her hips and her breathing get uneven and you get to decide if you want to take her away from there or let her sit and stay and unravel deliciously here in front of everyone.

fakeboys are rounded up and forced to live there in order to fix them. they are made to either walk around in feminine clothes or naked. the workers are allowed to touch them whenever they please. their testosterone is replaced by estrogen and prenatals. every day, the fakeboys are strapped down with their legs spread open, and they are bred by real men - multiple times, if they’re ovulating.

the workers and other fakeboys are only allowed to call them by their real names and gender them as the women they are. if a girl is particularly disobedient, she is only allowed to sit on dildos and she receives extra breeding sessions to help her understand her purpose. if she still can’t obey, she will be fucked by a machine until she is able to admit what she really is - just a girl with a pussy that needs to be bred.

the fakeboys must participate in bonding exercises with each other, like doing their hair, painting their nails and other typical feminine beauty activities so they are prepared to look pretty once they leave. what girl doesn’t love girl time with her friends?

once a fakeboy is impregnated, she begins learning homemaking skills to prepare her for motherhood. if she didn’t have a husband before joining the program, she is matched with a man to marry her and keep watch over her once she leaves. he will report her progress to the program, in case she needs to be readmitted.

Fakeboys deserve to get fixed.

So for Pride this year I am collecting dysphoric pictures from every fakeboy I can find, sending them threats they deserve, breaking them down so they dtop fighting the truth, and show them what a real man is like. Make no mistake I love transmen but there is a massive difference between them and the delusion girls who need to be fixed.