Mutual Detransition

I want to dutifully suck him off as he lectures me about my place in the world, in his world, because I am a mere servant.

I want to cook and clean for him as he lives his own life outside: getting an education I am forbidden on the basis of my sex, building connections with his male peers and fucking other girls in brothels.

I want him to convince me more and more of my subservient role, speaking softly to me as he goes into detailed explanations of my feminine duties and needs, my natural drive to be his pretty bedwarmer and his obedient maid.

I want to provide pleasure for him after a long day of being a real member of society, I want to make sure he's always sexually satisfied.

I want him to dictate my time outside his house, allowing me out only to get groceries.

I want to give him full control of my body: he decides if I get to take birth control.

I want to swell with his offspring as he votes away my rights, as he's out there talking politics and getting more young men against feminism.

I want his legal and social grip on me to become more oppressive every year as I become his property, pushing out as many babies as he decides and tending to him and his house lovingly as he furthers my oppression.

good thing i have my binder on ~

untill he tears it off “won’t be needing this anymore kiddo” fucking me viciously hearing my own tits slap against my stomach.

faster as he slaps his fat cock between them shooting his load.

she’ll reach out to grope my tits. i’m unable to stop myself from arching into her hands. i’ve never been this sensitive before. “moaning like a whore already? it’s only natural. you’ve been living that fantasy of being a boy for years now subjecting your female body to something it’s not… and just look at how quickly you responded when given a girly stimulant! a girl’s brain is her pussy after all.” she pushes my skirt up to expose the soaking wet panties she had me borrow. i squirm but she only pulls them down and starts playing with my clit. cooing the entire time about how i’ll make the cutest little girlfriend.

it’s not long before i’m begging for her to be inside of me. she’ll lay me back on her bed and lift my skirt up. my legs will open automatically and she’ll pat my cunt all proud. it takes her a moment to put on her strap and she’ll force my mouth open to lube it up. “c’mon pretty girl. open up for mommy’s strap. she knows just how tight your little cunnie is so you better get it nice and wet. okay princess?” i’m too horny to argue so i’ll wrap my tongue around her strap and lube it up with my spit.

finally she pulls it out of my mouth and slaps my face with it. a wet thunk has her satisfied. so she’ll finally fill me with her strap and fuck me nice and hard. her hips bruising into mine with each thrust. “look at you sweetie. you’re no man. just my sweet girl. isn’t that right? mhm. good girl! you’re my little lesbian… no? babygirl look at yourself sweetie. this isn’t how a man has sex and you know it. it’s time to stop pretending. you wanna have cummies? say you’re mommy’s little girl. c’mon… attagirl! see how easy that was.” as i squirt all over her strap further proving her point.

It's good to edge about making yourself dysphoric.