Bunny

you’re on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt that’s just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but it’s too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe it’s metal? It’s dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, you’re wearing a thong today. There’s nothing stopping whatever this is from being pushed up against your hole.

You can feel your face turning red, feel the shiver in your stomach, but luckily you don’t see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see what’s happeni— the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and it’s inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although it’s not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and you’re definitely leaking now.

Are they doing it on purpose? It’s not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. You’re not moving either. You kind of want to. The subway starts up again, and with it, the bottle pushes a little deeper, and a little deeper, with the swaying of the train. It’s starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you can’t move. Deeper, and it’s starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?

You feel so full now, and it’s heavy, like it’s filled with water. But it’s moving so slow, and you can’t help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly it’s sliding in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with enough force that you can feel yourself getting close. The train is reaching a station again and fuck, you’re amount to cum in the middle of a crowded subway. It screeches to a stop and this time the water bottle slams deep inside of you, too deep, and you’re cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but you’re too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of what’s happening.

1. My real name is Cadence, calling me Cadence reminds me of what I was born as, who I really am. It just sounds so girly.

2. My face. It looks so feminine, long eye lashes, big feminine lips that just like they are meant for sucking cock like a good girl.

3. My height. I'm only 5'5", real men are always taller than me, reminding me I'm just a small fucktoy.

4. Getting wet. Whenever my pussy gets all wet and needy I just feel like a desperate whore, leaking and desperate for a cock. Craving cock in my pussy is such a girly thing.

5. My hair. Even on testosterone for a year now, my hair doesnt look like a boys. I still look like a girl, not even a hairy one.

6. My voice. Again, even after a year on testosterone I still sound like a girl. My voice is so soft and gets soooo high when I'm rubbing my clit.

7. Rubbing my clit. Its too small to ever be mistaken as a real man's dick. Its just a button to make me crave cock like a pathetic slut. I cant stop rubbing though. Not when it feels so good

8. My thighs and ass. Baggy pants dont matter, my thighs are big, especially in the back to lead up to my ass. Clothes dont really hide my feminine hips and ass.

9. Talking to real men. Talking to a real man can always put me in my place, reminding me of our differences. Taller, deeper voice, Adam's apple, pants bulge, hairy, masculine smell, dominate, strong. Everything I'm not because I'm a girl.

People want the advanced techniques. The hypnosis files, the conditioning protocols, the elaborate training regimens. And those work, don't get me wrong. I'm a fan.

But everyone overlooks the basics.

If you want to be a slut, start by telling yourself you're a slut. Out loud. Repeatedly. It sounds almost stupidly simple, but repetition rewires the brain. Affirmations aren't just self-help nonsense. Every time you say something about yourself, it becomes a little more true.

So let's practice.

I want you to say these out loud. Actually speak them. If you're somewhere you can't talk, then wait until you can. This only works if you hear your own voice saying the words.

Ready? Say it with me...

"I'm a slut."