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Pushing my hand down on her womb bump to keep her in place. Asking her “where does the boys cock go?” “In the girls vagina!” as she squeals and cries for help through her gag.

The struggling gets more and more frantic as I push my cock up against her wet snatch. Teasing her for being so horny as I rub her clit some more knowing full well that she’s unable to stop her vagina from leaking like crazy.

Telling her that she’s “too feminine and weak to fight back” as my cock pushes inside her. “Go on, force me out” as her pussy clenches around me, trying and failing helplessly to contract and squeeze my cock out.

maybe i can be greedy and ask people to send me asks telling me how you'd torment my tits........

They aren't being raped cause the first thinks they're hot, fuckable, or even attractive. Its just because it'll hurt them, and they both know it.

They aren't wanted, their suffering is

Need to find a sex repulsed ace i can do this to right away, holy shit.

Tying them down so they can't escape.

Slowly revealing all the parts they never want anyone to see.

Enjoying the way they squirm in fear and discomfort as I gently run my hands over their body, feeling, rubbing, and squeezing every part of them

Relishing the conflicting noises they make when I force myself inside them. Both the grunting of their desperate attempts to break free and the moaning at feeling that kind of pleasure that they never asked for

I start walking away and feel compelled to keep going. Pulled down streets by some invisible force. It’s only when I’m nearly there do I fully realize where I’m going. I’ve never seen the only lesbian bar in the city but standing before it now I feel a resounding sense of safety and rightness. My body shows none of the hesitation it did before as I approach the entrance, soft pink light emanating from inside. I hand the hot butch bouncer my ID and they look it over and give me a knowing smile allowing me inside.

There’s a heat building deep inside me as I step into the dimly lit space. I’m suddenly surrounded by queer women and mascs of all kinds. A pretty femme at the bar catches my gaze and hold it for several seconds with a flirty smile. My face burns and I pull my eyes away. This should feel wrong, I’m a man not a queer woman, not a lesbian… But I can spot plenty of other people I’m pretty sure are trans men here, completely at home. Is there something so wrong with that? There’s a voice deep inside me that tells me this is exactly where I belong. Relaxation and arousal blanket me in a trance. Any dysphoria I have or discomfort over labels falls away and I sit down at the bar to order a drink.

A little while later I’m getting tipsy and I’m pulled out onto the dance floor. Suddenly I’m surrounded by hot dykes including the pretty femme from before. She stands in front of me and grinds into me. Her hands are all over my body and she pushes them under my tank top and starts massaging my breasts through my tape. She pulls in close and whispers that she wishes I wouldn’t hide my pretty tits like this. All I can do is moan as she continues to squeeze them.

The next thing I know I’m following a few of them to an apartment above the bar, I have no idea whose. I make out on the bed with the femme while a few others get into their straps. She asks if she can eat me out and I say yes please. When she pulls off my boxers and reveals my dripping cunt her face lights up with hunger.

“I love the taste of butch clit.”

She holds down my thighs and makes me squirt into her mouth. I moan and beg for her to eat my cunt as she hums in delight. The others start taking turns fucking her from behind as she continues to lick my pussy. Eventually she pulls herself up to lay on top of me and someone places a vibrator wand in between our clits. We make out and moan into each others mouths as we both get fucked. We both come and squirt again and again on the other girls’ straps, the femmes beautiful tits rubbing up against my tape. I tell her I wish it was gone so I could feel my tits against hers, and she tells me we can fix that later.

After we’ve all had our fill they all guide me to the bathroom and turn on the shower. They saturate my tape with olive oil, spilling copious amounts over my chest and rubbing it in. Making sure to kill any binding or adhesive power. Then they put me in the shower and help me peel the tape away from my sensitive breasts, sucking and teasing my nipples. After I get out of the shower one of the girls comes at me with shaving cream and an electric razor. Before I know it all of the dark hair on my chest and stomach is gone.

When they place me in front of the full length mirror I realize I look like a typical butch. All of the fretting and effort I’ve put into passing seems to be for nothing when these girls can strip it away with some oil and a razor. I realize I will never be a gay man or any kind of man. I should be devastated at my identity crumbling before me, that all of these years of struggle and hard work have gone to waste… but it feels amazing.

Standing here, surrounded by beautiful women, my perky tits and puffy pussy on full display I feel more at home with myself than I have in a long time. I realize I might not be fully lesbian but I belong *to* the lesbians, that lesbian spaces are my natural habitat. I realize I will always be closer to a lesbian than I ever will be to a gay man and fuck if it doesn’t feel good to admit. Freeing.

The girls are all smiling and I know they can see it in my face. I’m fully accepting I’m one of them. Giving up thoughts of being anything else.

The femme comes forward and firmly cups my pussy in her hand, “Doesn’t this feel so much better.”

It'a simple. I want you to start to Pavlov your nipples. Anytime you feel fuzzy and mindless, anytime you obey the training that's been slipped into your brain, rub your nipples. Pinch them, twist them, either through your shirt or underneath.

Something that you can do, wherever you are or whatever you're in the middle of, to help you remind yourself how deeply controlled you are.

Follow along with me, okay? I'll teach you all about it.

First, I want you to take notice of the weight and presence of your breasts. It doesn't matter if they're big or small, tan or pale, perky or heavy. Any pair of tits will work for this little exercise.

And when I say take notice, I really mean take notice. Do your best and try to focus for me on the way that they move if you shake your shoulders, the way that your clothes or the air feel against their skin. The shape and color of your nipples, and how perky they're getting as you pour more and more focus into your tits.

Just focusing on those pretty titties for me, ladies.

Not having to think about anything else, just your own unique and beautiful boobs.

Now we'll take it a step further, okay? I want you to reach your hands up to your chest and give your breasts a big slow squeeze. Really focus on how they feel in your hands. Are they a comfy handful, or are they spilling out of your grip? How soft is the skin? How warm do they feel to the touch?

And just massage them for me. Slow, methodical, finding a rhythm.

Continue following on. I know it's a lot of reading, I know that thinking might be getting tougher as you focus more and more on your perfect tits. You're doing so well, honey. So good for me.

As you squish and squeeze, let your breathing slow. Let your eyes start to glaze over certain words of mine, soft and unfocused. You don't need to think too hard. You don't need every word. Just focus on the pretty pink ones. You have these tits of yours to play with.

Just letting yourself get lost in the comforting softness, the weight of them in your hands. Those teasing movements becoming more and more automatic. Less thinking needed. You have your tits. You don't need to think.

You have your tits.

You don't need to think.

That's how our little secret is going to work, honey. See, whenever you get a little too overwhelmed, whenever you feel like you need to just turn your mind off, you have your own built-in stress balls right here.

Give your tits a squeeze, and it's shocking how easily those thoughts come to a halt.

Give your boobs a bounce, and isn't it easy to forget what was bothering you in the first place?

Give those pretty titties attention and focus, and you'll find yourself forgetting all about your thoughts...

Letting go of all your worries...

Massaging your mind out through your tits...

And letting yourself

just