Call me Crow. They preferred, he alright, she/it to turn me on. Poly butch dyke in their 20s. Primarily t4t switch. Frequently absent because I do kink irl too and get busy. I use this blog to index my fantasies, catalogue expeirences, and chat with people.
Iâm Owned by my wonderful dadâbut Iâm down for anons and DMs. I love attention from mean women/girlthings/genderweird ppl.
Donât follow or engage if youâre a minor or a bigot.
Tag Guide:
#mine. â as it says. I donât tag reblogs, so if you want to avoid something, only look at these posts and filter according to my tags.
#diary. âabridged writeups of actual scenes I have done. They were all negotiated. Do not be weird on any of my posts, but on these ones especially.
#asks. â as it says.
#not hot. â now why would you even need to use this?
#misgend. â includes the full spectrum of dysphoria play to misgendering to detrans for trans people in general. also tagged #forcefem. or #transfem misgend. where applicable
#cnc. â everything from high-resistance to intox to somno. tagged âintox.â and âsomno.â where applicable.
#ageplay. â as it says.
#incest. â dad, mom, big bro, big sis, and aunt are fair game. tagged with the appropriate relationship: #dad. #sister. etc.
#edge. â intense fear, weapons play, torture. tagged #knife. or #gun. or #drowning. where applicable
#petplay. â tagged #puppy. #bird. or #moth. where applicable. #dog. is for zoo-flavor stuff where I bottom for a dog.
#breeding. â as it says.
#tickling. â Iâm only interested in this as a dom.
#leather. â Iâm a massive fetishist. tagged #boots. where applicable.
#masochism. â pain, and taking it.
#politics. or #class play. â wealth, the resulting inequality, and play centered around ideological subjugation.
#religion. â deity worship and christianity fetishization.
#hypno. â as it says.
Limits:
Medplay, raceplay, bodily fluids that are NOT sweat, blood, cum, or spit
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want a woman to disguise herself as a man to rape me just to make it more violating. use her boyvoice, get rough with it, make sure I never see her face. bonus points if she knows Iâm into her already, knows she could have me willingly if she wanted. instead she wants to permanently stain my lesbianism, leave me embarrassed thinking how good it felt to get split open, ashamed and guilty that a man could make me feel so good, not knowing that itâs my beautiful friend who comforts me when I tell her what that awful stranger did.
you want to be mindless? well then you never get to talk again. you never get to make another decision for your entire life. you didn't read the fine print when you asked for me to take away your thoughts and that isn't my problem, mutt. now bark :)
i need to be kicked. to feel the toe of a boot connect with my tender flesh. my weak little body, folding so easily until i canât breathe, canât speak, canât do anything but ride the wave of nausea and hope i donât vomit, hope the boot doesnât come down the wrong way and split my lip and soak my blood into the leather while i gasp for air. i need my body ground under your heel. reduce me to nothing.
i need to be spat on. slapped, hit, until iâm tearing up and sniffling, then covered in your spit. make me look worse. denigrate me until im crying in shame and humiliation from how you treat me. then let me crawl back and beg for more, tongue out, saying please wonât you please spit in my mouth. it tastes good. a mutt like me wants it. i need it.
i need to be stretched. i need my hole split open while i kick my feet and howl and scream for help that never comes. i need to be sore and bruised and bleeding⌠but youâre stronger than my pelvic floor. you do what you want with me, not just because itâs your right, but because iâm weak. because iâm pathetic. because i deserve it.
shave that cuntboy while it's asleep and when he wakes up and gets all upset n dysphoric because his "boy"pussy isn't hidden by bush anymore you gotta hold her down n spank her until she's saying sorry through tears. n then maybe stretch out its ass on your thick cock/strap
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You think that the zip ties are coming off after the scene, but I know that you really need the bondage to relax. I move you, shower you, cuddle you and stroke your head as you go to sleep. You don't need to be able to move for yourself at all.
God what I wouldn't give to have a sub who's absolutely mortified about being way too horny for mommy kink...
You should be horrified to learn that the more maternal I act the more you need me to fuck you, even when I'm not doing anything inherently sexual.
What's that baby? Is it embarrassing when I talk down to you? Do you not like how wet you get when I coo over how cute you are and pinch your cheeks and treat you like a kid? Poor baby. Act defiant all you like, but we both know you're rubbing your thighs together as I cut your sandwich into triangles and run my fingers through your hair.
when she threw me over her leg, i knew everyone in the room turned their head to look. but once the air got forced out of my lungs on impact, i wasnt looking at anyone but her, looming over me, pupils growing wider with her smile.
oh, well arenât you just the cutest thing? i tried to crawl away, but it pinned me down, backlit by light like a halo. have you ever played front hand backhand?
âno, Iââ
it slapped me. open-palm against one cheek, backhand against the other. whatâs your favorite?
âi donâtâ-â
oh, no favorite? I can help!
more strikes, each one harder than the last. nobody was coming to help. they were all watching me, skirt flipped up in the struggle, top riding up. tears spilled from my eyes, even though i was trying my hardest not to cry. i was already a crybaby, pathetic, whining as i was bullied and thrown around and tormented. i didnât want to give her the satisfaction.
she kissed me and it felt like rape, long tongue filling my mouth, swiping over the back of my throat. she spat on my face after, as if reprimanding me for not kissing back. i tried to get up, to run, but she caught me by my shirt and threw me back down on my stomach.
a sharp kick hit my thigh. distantly, i heard the click of a knife.
Now, i was wondering⌠do you have a girlfriend? or a boyfriend? i was thinking you could be mine. what do you think?
âIâm notâŚI donâtâŚâ The tip of the knife scraped my underwear, digging in. I found my courage. âIâm not gonna date someone who hurts me!â
It laughed. The knife slipped into the waistband, and with a brutal upwards sawing motion, she cut my underwear off me. Calloused fingers, spreading my pussy lips open. I wanted to die of humiliation. Oh really? You seem to be enjoying this.
It flipped me over, tossed the knife aside, and wrapped its hands around my neck. Dark eyes, filled with glee, swallowed me up. I could drown in those eyes, lost in the shark-like blankness. I couldnât breathe. The world swam. My top was cut off. When did it cut my top off? I wanted it to stop. I didnât want it to let go.
If you want me to let go, you better kiss me like you love me this time, okay? Make me believe it.
Through the ringing of my ears I managed a nod. And through the knot of pain and red-hot shame, I kissed her back like she was everything I ever wanted.
had a dream about an oiled up leatherman sitting in front of me, cock twitching. i could smell it, but when i wrinkled my nose and tried to pull away, I felt Daddyâs hand at the back of my neck.
come on now, donât be shy. get closer.
if i didnât crawl closer myself, I knew sheâd just grab my hair and drag me closer. So I did, not raising my hands to meet the manâs eyes. I didnât want to. I didnât want to look pathetic, to be seen crawling and giving âfuck meâ eyes to some guy⌠so I just kept my eyes focused on his dick. twitching slightly when exposed to the warmth of my breath, thick and musky and threatening.
despite my attempt at obedience, I felt her hand tighten in my hair. forcing me closer until his cock was pressed against my cheek, lips smushed up against it in a facsimile of a kiss. i wanted to kiss her, to feel its soft lips against mine and to know that i had made it proud. but it wanted me here, on my knees, unable to get away.
his cock was fully hard now, and when she leaned in and whispered in my ear: give it a lick. show him what a good dykeâs tongue feels like, I obeyed without thinking. she took the opportunity to force the head of his cock in my mouth, ignoring my protests and holding me in place as i tried to get it out
itâs alright, darling. you can always safeword, iâll listen. but his cock was already sliding deeper in my mouth, and i knew that i wouldnât be able to speak a word until he was done with me. until they both were
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The idea of being so dependent on dad that you canât get yourself off without him is so hot to me. Dad knows how to handle my body better than I do because I belong to him. If I try to touch myself I just get frustrated and run to him because it will never feel as good unless itâs him.
ânow where do you think youâre going?â and getting pulled back by the hips when you start backing up from it bc itâs too big and youâre stuffed so full you can barely breathe and your legs shake as they push in even deeper
A lot of content on being overwhelmed with pleasure as a monster breeds you.
But what if the monster was also overwhelmed with pleasure? Your body feels so indescribably good on its cock that itâs practically going insane. It wants more and more and more, ravaging your insides with desperate aggression. It canât control itself anymore. Even if it tried to stop or slow down, its body wouldnât obey it.
The monster does eventually get satisfied, leaving you ruined as it moves on. Most humans are meant to be used once, but something about you is different. Its cock is always hard now, constantly throbbing. And no matter what the monster does, nothing else and no other mate seems to relieve it. Its cock demands your presence. At some point, it canât take it anymore. It races back to hunt you down again, whatever it takes. And when it finally catches you, itâs even more aggressive this time. Euphoric as it feels the hole it wanted so badly squeezing around its cock once again.
Youâre more than just one use. Youâre the only thing that can satisfy it. Youâll spend your days trapped on the monsterâs cock, rarely taking it out if ever. For some of the day, itâll grab you to fuck you again as if youâre just a personal toy. The rest of the time, youâre simply trapped there feeling it throb inside you, even while it sleeps
The woman who kidnapped me and relentlessly abused me over the last week for nothing but her own pure sadistic enjoyment took me out for a walk in the woods and unleashed me and told me to run!! I think shes letting me go finally :D
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I try to help any girls who schedule an appointment with my gender care office. I only prey on the ones who get hard. I ask all the girls and wannabe girls and fakegirls about their gender dysphoria and transition goals and sexual history, but the ones who always get the most uncomfortable when they talk about their penises are always the ones who have an erection when I move into the physical portion of the exam. Those that donâtâŚI write them a script for estrogen and promise to write any letters of referral they need. But the ones who I can smell the repressed desperation off of, they get special treatment.
One such girl came into my clinic, convinced she needed HRT and bottom surgery. She smiled when I told her that her hips would take to the hormones nicely, and flinched when I asked her how much she masturbated. I was just letting her know that maintaining length is important for ideal vaginoplasty results. Needy girls will let you get away with anything once you tell them it makes them feminine. She even let me feel her up during the physical exam, only protesting when I started jerking her off. Of course she was hard.
Whâwhat the fuck?! Get away from me! she tried to push me off, and I acquiesced, straightening my collar.
âI know taking the first steps towards your transition can be scary.â I smiled. âThatâs why youâre free to reschedule when youâre ready for me to complete my examination.â
She glowered. Give me my fucking e.
I patted the examination table and got on my knees. âI think you need an oral exam before we move forward.â
Her upper lip quivered, cheeks bright red. Poor thing. Is this why all the women I know referred me to you?
Oh⌠âNo, honey. I donât rape every girl who walks in here. RapeâŚhey, itâs like Iâm giving you a special kind of gender affirming care! Be grateful.â
I hate you.
She got her HRT in the end, and didnât even sound that male cumming down my throat. Iâll keep her on it as long as it doesnât inhibit her sexual functionâI like a good pair of titsâbut not the bottom surgery. Good girls make good dildoes, after all. If sheâs good Iâll refer her to a surgeon who does great top surgery, but FFS is out of the question. I want her just a little clocky. She can doll it up in public, but in my office sheâs just a crossdresser again.
I just wanted to say your 'daughters to repeat offend for' post is so fucking hot I needed to say something but I'm too much of a coward to post myself... Fuck... Imagining my rapist parent getting out of prison, all the relief you felt from the monster being locked away in the first place vanishing and being replaced by fear and panic, them edging their way back into your life against your will and both of you knowing that eventually they're going to rape you again because you're just that special, you're just that worth it that they'll risk everything again just for one more time ...
yeahhh đĽ°đĽ° itâs been years for you, enough time to scrape yourself off the floor and back together, to heal, to do work on yourself and come through stronger. youre more independent than youâve ever been and youâre doing what youâre supposed to do to keep growing as your own self. going to college on your own, unpacking pieces of your past and present with a therapist every month. your personality takes on whole new aspects, your dress develops into your own taste instead of hand me downs and your parents will. you start to feel like itâs possible to have a future outside of the shadow i cast. you get so wrapped up in trying to become something new that you totally forget about home and my ever-nearing release date. it hits you all at once when youâre calling your mom about winter break between classes and hear me laughing in the background, and your blood rushes through you cold and fearful. apprehension pools in your gut remembering how both of us would laugh over keeping secrets from her when you were a teen and loved to rebel against her. then anger at how the two of you would commiserate over your dad and everything i did to you both after everything broke, and how that didnât stop her from letting me back inside now.
but that was a long time ago. you didnât know any better then. âyes lovey, your fathers home,â your mother intones in your ear. you already forgot you asked. âtechnically heâs not supposed to be staying with us again yet, but ive been having him over to visit and help break some of the ice. i think itâs been really good for me. i think this is good. maybe itâll be good for you, tooâŚ?â you donât know what to say, so you dumbly grunt out something about getting back to class and hang up. you trudge through the rest of the semester, unable to forget what waits at the end of it. your mom doesnât let you though; she calls checks in every other weekend, and you answer sometimes, even if they always end up bringing your thoughts back to dad when she hands the phone off to him. but inevitably, like rivers to the sea, you still end up back home again either way. youre hardly in the door setting your bags down before im there to help, with a sheepish smile and a wave before picking up a bin to bring to your room; we both take a beat looking each other over, exchanging a look when we catch each other. you remember him bigger, stronger, scarier. full of some kind of presence thatâd fill a room and hold your tongue flat against the bottom of your mouth. now he looks like if someone took the wind from his sails, skinnier, weaker, realer; he just looks like any guy, really. but his eyes still catch yours, and for a second youre that same old obedient little girl, and heâs the imposing guardian that grows over every piece you offer up like kudzu creeping. you let yourself bloom into someone boisterous and proud to fill the hollows left by him, but now that youâre back you can feel that self slough off and away, leaving you more and more like that bookish, soft spoken, agreeable girl that you used to be here. youre trying to have dinner now, but watching your parents banter and make small talk about your college life, occasionally making you chime in to answer a question or two, you canât stop thinking about how effortless this is. to slip into some facsimile of how it was. the roles stayed untouched and waiting for you this whole time, like the pretty dresses hidden in your closet for years. you canât eat much in this state, so you excuse yourself after a while and head back to your room to try and think. a few hours later after proper nightfall, itâs both expected and surprising when you hear a knock at your door; a quick little pattern of knocks, a secret signal you made for daddy to use back then. you know why heâs here before he comes in. part of you wants to run, to bolt, to pick up the nearest heaviest object and throw it for a few seconds of distraction. but you remember that good girls stay on their backs in bed until daddy moves them. so you stay, heart in your throat and shut your eyes so he can take over again. no matter how grown up you get, a piece of you deep down will always be my tender, helpless daddyâs girl waiting to make me proud again
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