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I took down all my old posts but they were pretty fire so here go crazy.. Some transfem supremacy and some tboy misgendering in here

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cnc but with a fake safeword you're supposed to ignore
cool idea but I'm confused how its different from a normal safeword?
You know what really gets me going? When cuntgirls know their place enough to send me their cunt as their first message. It says more than any greeting, and lets me know she understands my needs as a tgirl. It's like advertising a fleshlight, putting herself on full display is the best way to get my attention, after all~
There's tiers to it, really. The cunts that send a message first, asking if it's okay to send me pictures? Cute, adorable even, it wouldn't be right for me not to reply, it's a tgirl's duty to make sure cuntgirls are on the right path!
The cunts that send their tits first? Classy, they know what I like, and I get to flirt with whatever pair of tits I have a taste for that day. Maybe it's faceless, objectifying, or maybe they give me a good view of my next pretty, drooling face to fuck~
Then there's the cunts that readily expose their thighs, the ones that really understand how to get their breeding holes filled with thick tgirl cum. Showing off all wet and needy, as a good cunt should be. The less left to the imagination the better, I'm always very thorough when deciding what toy to pick up off the shelf~
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i mentioned before that if we're gonna play with certain kinks we do need to be honest about what exactly those kinks are sexualizing and that goes for transfem supremacy as well.
i know that a lot of trans women struggle with comptop and being pigeonholed into being the "hung, virile dom" despite the fact many, if not most, trans women aren't interested in using their penises (or at least aren't interested in using them that way) due to dysphoria. and we do have to be honest and acknowledge that a big part of transfem supremacy is the sexualization of that transmisogynistic stereotype! ik that's not representative of all of the kink but be for real it is like 95% of the content out there.
a lot of kinks (rape, misogyny, incest, ageplay, etc etc etc) are about sexualizing these power dynamics in our fucked up societies and i do not think that's ever going to stop being a thing that humans do, nor do i think it's inherently a harmful thing. but genuinely if we want to make sure we're not harming people we need to acknowledge that's what's happening. i do think that the "risk aware" part of RACK when you're playing with these kinks includes making sure you're aware that 1.) these are the social dynamics you're playing with and 2.) you are capable of reinforcing these harmful dynamics if you're not careful.
this is mainly aimed at the cis women (i am one) who engage in this kink. i honestly think that if you cannot acknowledge you're capable of harming the trans woman you're playing with-- yes even accidentally and yes even as the submissive in the dynamic, then you're simply just not a safe play partner. and good god do not assume that any trans women would automatically be into transfem supremacy.
and for the trans women who're into these kinks please do not feel like you have to subject yourself to mistreatment just to get sexual attention. i know that is easier said than done, as a black woman i see it happen all the time in regards to black people and race play. but you deserve better than being used as a kink dispenser and being thrown away the minute you become inconvenient. please be picky about your partners.
and if you think it'd be safer to just not engage with cis women with this kink then don't!! if shit sucks hit da bricks!!

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Plausible Deniability
CW: cnc that's a bit weird about the c part, emotional sadism, rape kink metacommentary
"It's not exactly rape if you're enjoying it." I point out.
"Just because I'm asking for it doesn't mean I would enjoy it."
Not the answer I was expecting. The usual response I get is one of mildly frustrated pushback, pouty faces, muttered accusations of I-know-but-you're-supposed-to-play-along. I have a reputation, and that reputation invites a crowd I don't care for.
See, people say 'rape' and mean 'sex we pretend I am not into', because they've got hangups about being into sex. Of course we all have hangups - I just don't want to indulge those particular ones. It always feels like I'm expected to read someone's mind and then play dumb about what I see there.
She continues. "I know myself. Know I'd hate it in the moment. Just thinking about it makes my stomach seize up. Talking about it, too. And yet I want it. Simple as that."
"You can want it. Doesn't mean you can consent to it."
It's bait. But I want to know her own justification, in her own words.
"People get tattoos, run ultramarathons until their bodies give out, take molly and struggle their way through suicide Tuesday. This isn't any different. I get to make my future self suffer if I want to."
I nod, pretend to think for a moment. Then I speak.
"Six months. One month. And then three months."
A moment to build anticipation before I explain.
"Six months for me to work my way into your life. Calls. Hangouts. Heart-to-hearts. One month for me to strike, if I feel like it then. No restrictions beyond that. Maybe I'll get you at midnight on the first day. Maybe I'll wait a bit. Maybe I'll tell you I changed my mind, that I just want to be friends, and then I slip something in your drink two days before the deadline."
Words are so fucking limited a medium. I desperately want to describe the face she makes at that. I settle for committing it to memory. Outwardly, I just keep talking.
"And then, three months where I won't do anything. Won't allow anything. Time for you to think about what happened. I suggest spending some of it far away from me."
I watch her think. Stare hard enough at the cave wall, and maybe you'll figure out what's casting the shadows. I'm not acting the way she expected. But I'm not acting the way she feared, either.
Eventually, she decides that she understands me. Her voice is softer than it was a moment ago. Reverent.
"...you're giving me time. To make sure this isn't a whim. To process everything. You... obviously you're okay with me being hurt. But you don't want me to be hurt more than necessary."
Something inside of me shifts.
I don't quite know how it shows itself. I've tried to understand, though - have asked a few people to describe how I look like this. Sudden and terrifying, one got stuck on. A more poetically inclined soul said it was like I swapped out the soul behind my eyes.
"Do I?"
How would she describe it, I wonder?
"Maybe I just want to build trust before I violate it. Maybe I want to watch you, month after month, as you grow ever more comfortable around me. Maybe I want to see you try and forget what I'm going to do to you. Maybe I just want time to make sure it hurts as much as possible."
She doesn't flinch, but I watch her pupils dilate, her hands clench. There's a gap between being composed and being calm, and I fight the urge to stick a knife in there and pry it all the way open. I do twist it, just a bit.
"Or maybe I just want to make it seem like I care. Play the part of the ethical sadist because that's a type of person you need to be real. You're a good person. If you think I am too, if you think everything I did was with your well-being in mind, then I'm safe. You won't do a thing to hurt me. Won't think I deserve that."
There's a moment, uncertain and delicious, where I wonder if she'll turn and run, but no one ever does. I soften my expression in a flash, keep quiet but smile in a way that implies a thousand reassurances. Did you have fun? Are you okay? The scary dom act really got to you, didn't it? I hope it wasn't too much?
She relaxes a bit, and that's when I go in for the kill.
"God. You really are so eager to assume the best of someone willing to rape you."
I savor the way she shivers at that. Whatever my other reasons, everything I said, I said so I could see this.
It's going to be a fun six months.
You'd planned for months, but had been waiting for three agonizing weeks. You went to the same coffee shop as always, at the same time as always. Medium, hot, oat milk, 2 sugars. Turned the same way exiting, tracing the same route to the same library you visited every weekend.
ftmtf misgen post: god how hot would it be if somebody forced me to wear girly clothes and grow my hair out and have big boobies
me: hauuu~… ok that was a good nut. however as with many of my kinks I sure am glad it did not happen to me in real life! let’s check op’s blog to see if they post more stuff like this
op’s pinned post: well folks, that does it! after years of pressure from my partner, and next to zero representation of transmascs in nsfw content outside of gay c4t, and crushing desperation to feel attractive, and exposure to rampant oversexualization of cis women and their bodies but god at least they’re getting some sort of attention and validation pondering, I have made the completely unbiased decision to cancel my top surgery appointment and reverse everything I worked so hard for. yup, I’m shoving my masculinity right back where it came from. I just feel way more desirable as a cis woman for some reason, isn’t that weird? anyway fellow fakeboy girlies if you’re reading this stop your T stop your T stop your T stop y
finally fucked a cis girl irl for the first time and she said I was the first person to ever make her cum 😵💫 trans girls really do it better
ohh my god I texted her again today and within an hour my cock was buried in her and she was worshipping me like a goddess. I was talking about having her service me every day til I graduate and having her pinned down and railing her and saying stuff like "I could get used to this" and calling her my on-call cocksleeve.. She really is so desperate for girlcock and I've got her saying it too. She acts like nothing matters more than making me cum and its everything I've fucking deserved
finally fucked a cis girl irl for the first time and she said I was the first person to ever make her cum 😵💫 trans girls really do it better

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i wish i could find a trans girl that wants to rape me.. i always try my best to expose myself just a little so people know I'm stupid rapebait
Yeah? How do you expose yourself?
1000
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
God, this whole thing was so fucking stupid.
Emma had only even agreed to help out because she'd owed Candace a favour. She was a TERF through and through, and proud of it! At the very least, though, she was a TERF who was smart enough to stay between the lines. She stuck to the dedicated protest spots, limited her activities to the appropriate times and places. She made sure she was up to date on all the newest regulations, and never rocked the boat. Her record for certification was immaculate.
And now, here she was. Because Candace had wanted to make a bigger statement, and just needed one little favour. Just a step over the line, nobody would ever know. Except Candace was dumb as rocks, and got caught, and turned over everyone who helped her immediately, Emma included.
So now Emma was embarrassingly exposed. Not most of her, most of her was tucked away in a little booth. It was surprisingly comfy, cushioned and temperature regulated. It might honestly have been a nice, slow way to spend the day, not thinking about too much, if not for the parts of her that weren't in the booth.
Her hips and ass poked out on the other side of the wall, bare and exposed for anybody who walked in. She knew in the back of her mind that Candace was also there, along with a few other TERFs that'd been involved with Candace's harebrained scheme, and even they probably only made up maybe a fifth of the people there that day.
So far, Emma had gotten off very easy, too. Most of the way through the day, and she'd only been used by 3 or 4 people, all with their fingers. Fingers that worked their way into both holes, rooting around, violating her. Hands that smacked at her ass, her thighs, her pussy. Hands that spread her open wide, no doubt taking pictures for later. She took solace in the fact that if she hadn't been penetrated by a cock, chances are they'd all been 'real women' like her.
She only had to spend a day here to consider her sentence served. There was a very real possibility she might make it through without taking any cock.
"....out this one?" A voice comes muffled through the wall, and her heart sinks. When a cuntgirl comes in, they're left to wander until they find a set of holes they like, do as they will, then leave again. A rare privilege, but not one worth any extra labour. If there was any need to talk, it was because..... "Picked up in connection with a recent illegal TERF action, Goddess. Just a small part, but here for the day regardless."
Just her luck. Maybe there was a chance she would want someo- "Small part, so nobody's probably fucked her yet today?" Emma screamed internally, praying to herself that the girl would change her mind. Nobody had fucked her yet ever, let alone today.
Some more quiet muttering, then, "I'll go mark your choice in the system. Please come by the desk when you're finished, and hit the little button on the right there if you need anything. Enjoy!" And then, steps moving away.
There was no wasted time after that. Emma felt lubed fingers sliding up and down along her slit, pushing gently, then slipping inside her. Two fingers to start, quickly joined by a third. They curled inside her, exploring every inch as her body reacted involuntarily. Even knowing what the girl on the other side of the wall was, without being able to see, to confirm it herself, her body couldn't resist. She was skilled, there was no denying, and it took no time at all before she seemed to know every one of Emma's little weak spots.
The fingers, before long, pulled out of her. Emma struggled a little, only to realize the only thing someone on the other side of the wall would see was an ass wiggling enticingly and a drooling wet pussy. What came next was the only natural thing after a display like that. The unmistakable head of an undeniably huge cock, lined up and pressing against the entrance of her virgin pussy. A cruel gratitude ran up Emma's spine as she realized the girl wasn't just forcing it into her like she could, but taking her time, working the hole she was about to fuck open slowly.
Still, it wasn't comfortable. Her first penetration, jammed into a cramped, if comfortable booth, and worked open on a huge cock. Her body warred with itself, the discomfort and overstimulation only lubing her up ever further, scrambling her brain as she finally feels hips press into her ass. God, how was she supposed to think like this?
The cock was only still for a few moments, before it began to pull slowly out of her again. She could feel her pussy clinging to it, just a little too tight. It disgusted her, imagining what it must look like from the other side. An immaculately shaved, virgin pussy. Glistening with wetness, spreading to take its first cock, wrapping tight around it. And then, as it pulled out, clinging to it as if it wanted nothing more than to pull it deeper again.
The transfem on the other side of the wall was more than happy to oblige. She found herself a slow, rocking rhythm, still unusually kind. A pair of hands gripped around Emma's hips, less to hold her in place and more as leverage and comfort for the person using her. Over the next several minutes, her pace increased, but never got truly uncomfortable. No, the only real discomfort was in Emma's mind - In the way her pussy only got wetter against her own will, in the way her body betrayed her as it genuinely started to feel good.
She only really reacted when she felt one of the hands disappear from her hip for a moment. There was a moment of confusion, and then she felt a lubed thumb pressing up against her other hole. She jumped, as much as she could under the circumstances, felt her pussy clamp down hard around the cock invading it. She clamped down even harder is the thumb pressed into her, stretching her other hole open around it.
Emma had a choice to make, and fortunately for her, she made the right one. No chance to actually resist, so she relaxed, allowing the digit to push deeper, and allowing her body to accept it into her. Before long, she was actually taking both thumb and cock comfortably. She'd learned the rhythm, in and out, the subtle movements of the appendages stretching her out, and she even might be able to call herself something close to comfortable.
Comfortable, until she felt both pull out of her, and she was left empty. It should've been a relief, but there'd been no indication the girl using her had cum, and that could only mean....
The cock returned, this time pressing up against her tight, virgin asshole. Still, there was nothing she could do. She did her best to relax, she took a few breaths, and she waited.
The stretching her pussy had taken felt easy compared to the way her brain seemed to switch off the moment her ass was stretched around the head of a cock. The girl seemed to be just as generous now, taking it slow, pushing herself in inch by torturous inch. Still, Emma felt herself completely losing the ability to focus on anything but cock. It's okay, she told herself, the shift is nearly over and then she'd be done. Probably the last person to use her today.
The pace increased again, this time more quickly, more aggressively. It still wasn't cruel, but there was more urgency as the transfem seemed more intent on bringing herself to an orgasm. The world faded around Emma, hands bracing on the walls to either side as she felt her pussy drooling strands onto the wall and floor beneath her. Hands found her hips again, gripping tight and only releasing her long enough to give her a sharp swat on the ass. She almost laughs at that, the spanking an almost pedestrian addition to her punishment.
Every now and then the transfem stops, cock buried to the hilt up Emma's ass, apparently edging herself. Eventually, the show has to end, though. The pace gets faster still, only now bordering on unbearable. Her nails claw at the cold, smooth walls of her stall, teeth clenching against each other.... and then she's empty. Her asshole twitches around nothing, and there's a moment of blessed, confusing stillness before she's full again, this time back to her pussy. The pace begins to falter, speeding up but losing its consistent rhythm, and blood rushes to Emma's face.
She can hold out, it's close, just a little longer and she'll be able to get through with her dignity intact. Don't think about the girl about to..... too late. She feels the cock bottom out in her, stay in place. She feels a splash of warmth spray against her walls, and it's too much. Her cunt clamps down hard, and she feels herself spray the wall and the floor beneath her in a shameful, quivering orgasm. She just barely manages a thought about how she's going to get Candace back for this before her mind goes blank, washed away by the pleasure crashing through her.
She comes back to at the sound of footsteps. There's still a cock in her, twitching and no doubt leaking the last remnants of an orgasm up against her cervix. As the world comes back into focus again, she begins to make out words. "....atulations! Our system's a little slow today, but when I got you entered I was alerted this is the thousandth hole you've used here! We're so glad to have had you as such a loyal patron."
An acknowledgement, cool, and the cock pulls out of her. One more smack on the ass as she feels cum drooling out of her pussy. Almost over.
"It's our policy here to offer girls in your position the chance to take their thousandth hole home, if they like. There's a little paperwork, but if you can spare half an hour or so she'll be yours until you decide you're done with her, if that appeals at all?"
A moment's silence, before the shuffling of movement and a, "Yeah, sure. She was pretty good. I mean....." The ring of soft laughter. "Made a mess, didn't she? Don't worry, our people will take care of it. Follow me, we'll get you started on that paperwork, someone else will get her cleaned up and ready to go home with you!"
Goddamnit Candace.
We were cuddling, and I felt a massive bulge against my butt, like...sitting on the TV remote big. I couldn't help myself and began to grind on it. She grabbed my hips and growled in my ear. "Oh yeah? We only met a few hours ago, and now you're grinding on me? You know what I'm gonna do to you now?"
And that's how I lost my virginity to a beautiful trans girl I met in college a few months ago... I didn't really know much about the trans community, but you helped open my eyes and I went to a LGBT club meeting and met my girlfriend and we hit it off really well...I invited her to my apartment and well now I wake her up everyday by sucking her dick before she pisses down my throat and calls me a good puppy.
Much love from 2 queers from NY ❤️
There are so many types of posts I love seeing but cuntgirls giving themselves up to their betters and being rewarded for it are always at the top of the list~ I love hearing about transfems getting the holes they deserve. Glad you lost your virginity to someone who actually deserves it, and I hope you keep serving her for a very long time~
hiiiiiii :3
us when i get her ass pregnant

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Oh been off my E for a month or so now, probably a bit longer, didn’t taper down like some kind of pussy, didn’t debate, just decided I wanted to be more rapey again and stopped taking it and wow has it worked.
I’m always fucking hard now, I have to jerk off 3 times a day and my loads are back, as is my need to rape and abuse and cut and slash and beat and bite and breed, all I wanna do all day is find some cute little tboy loner who’s too naive to realize that no, I’m not gonna be good for her or her transition and I only see her as that set of holes she is, so fun to slowly push her boundaries until she’s just fully subservient to me, ignoring her she she says I’m being too rough, touching her in public when she’s made clear she’s not into that, forcing myself on her and calling it cnc, taking the condom off and claiming it’s part of my breeding kink, unloading in her and telling her it’s fine I’ll get her a plan B tomorrow and then “forgetting” all until she’s showing and then just abandoning her, like yeah I’ll stay for the first few months while she’s cute and showing but fuck the third trimester that bitch is gone the second we hit that 7 month mark.
they say the purpose of a system is what it does and you're getting raped rn sooo