Slut

The original, infamous MindMelter. 

Use it responsibly. But use it well ;). 

If anyone wants their own copy I can see if I can send it to you through e-mail. Just drop me an ask. 

Oh and reblog this if you found it useful :)

Detrans, bambi, b1mbo, breeding, anything.*

Send the ftm girl who reblogged this an emoji from the list for her to answer. Note, not all of them will fit each person. If someone also doesn't want to answer something then don't push them to, everyone has different limits in this space.

❤️ When did you get into this kink?

🧡 What do you enjoy most about the kink?

💛 Top 3 kinks? (outside of detrans)

💚 Have you ever considered actually detransitioning?

🩵 How long have you been detransitioning for?

💙 What is your deadname Or what does it begin with?

💜 What is your favourite fantasy involving detrans/misgen?

✨ What area/areas of your body make you most dysphoric?

🌈 What was/is your Bra/Binder size? (If binder feel free to specify the company if you want to)

☺️ Favourite toy / way to masturbate?

💦 How comfortable are you with feminine terms used for your body?

💌 Do you accept people messaging you about their fantasies/desires or asking for your nudes?

💞 Favourite terms to be called?

⭐ Describe your body type.

👀 Most feminine clothing you own?

buckle in because this is going to be a long one. i’ve been desperately horny and yearning to get fucked by a real cock for weeks. yesterday, a blank profile tapped me on grindr and— out of curiosity— i tapped him back. my profile is also blank for safety reasons—all i have written on my profile is my height, weight and that im a pre-op trans man. this was how he opened our conversation…

he was straight according to his profile and clearly a chaser. but, admittedly, the idea of having a “straight” buddy who treated me like one of the bros but still used my pussy like a girl had me immediately wet and worked up. (you’ve seen my blog, this was straight out of my wildest fantasies.) in a weak, lust-clouded moment, i messaged him back and we exchanged photos (he was hotter than expected, i’m not complaining).

our conversation derailed into a discussion of kinks. he admitted he was into male-dom and breeding— my boxers were subsequently further soaked. fueled by his admission, i hesitantly told him about all of the things i post about on this blog. he seemed very much interested in my fixation on misgendering but, at that moment, continued to refer to me as a guy.

next thing i knew- he was pulling up to my apartment to fuck. i let him in and we were very quickly down to business. we made out for a while until he lifted me up by my ass and threw me onto my bed— hard. my head spun as he unbuckled his pants and got out his cock. he looked down at me with an unreadable expression and full-on ordered me to get down on my knees in front of him.

i did, of course. i remember thinking that from where i was, beneath him and his cock, he looked so huge. i felt so small. i could tell this was going to be the most exhilarating hook up i’d ever engaged in. he told me to stick my tongue out and then he slapped his cock on my face and told me to suck. one thing about me is i looove sucking dick so i got to that task earnestly and enthusiastically. i love the feeling of powerlessness when im on my knees below a “real” man looking up at him through my eyelashes. it’s so demeaning in the most honey-sweet kind of way.

he mumbled “good bitch” as he came all over my face and then he told me to crawl back to to the head of the bed and lay on my back. i did so, covered in cum, chest heaving. he stripped as he stalked over to me. i’ll never forget the dark look in this dudes eyes as he approached me in my prone position. he pinned my arms above my head with his forearm and hovered over me. his unoccupied hand grabbed one of my tits (which are admittedly small, probably a or aa) which made me gasp. he laughed at me and pulled my shirt off completely. i looked up at him lustfully as he groped me some more.

his hand drifted down further, towards the waistband of my sweatpants. his thick finger traced my slit and my back arched off of the bed. he tightened his grip on my hands and started to finger fuck me. with all the built up anticipation, i was feeling good. my eyes rolled back in my head and i started to whimper. he laughed at my pleasure and the obscene sound of his fingers battling with the wetness and said “yknow, i’ve never met a man with a pussy before.” my eyes flew open.

i’ve never once engaged in my misgendering kink in a setting with another person, let alone some random hookup. it’s always been something that, even in relationships, i’ve hidden. i feel a lot of shame around this kink. however, hearing an actual man say words i’ve read a million times on kink blogs like mine unleashed something in me. i moaned. he zeroed in on that with something i can only describe as a sharks smile.

“tits, pussy… if i look past all that hair it’s not all that hard to see a woman. especially when i do this.”

he removed his fingers and released my hands. he grabbed my legs, pulled off my sweatpants, and folded me in half with my legs together and plump, freshly shaved pussy exposed. he grabbed a pillow and covered my face. i will admit in hindsight that that part scared me a tad but i was truly blinded by lust in the moment.

“there we go, now you look exactly like every other girl i’ve put in her place. doesn’t it feel good?”

my moan was muffled but i was well and truly soaking at this point. he threw the pillow across the room and spread my legs wide, though he kept me folded and prone. “look” he ordered “what do you see between your legs?”

“a pussy…” i had whispered, eyes black with lust.

he hummed, pulling out his cock once again and laying it over my slit. “now, what do you see between my legs?”

“a cock”

he slid his cock through my wetness, teasing me. he slapped my t-dick with his cock a few times before resting the tip at my entrance. “and what do men like me do with their cocks when a pussy is presented to them like this?”

“they… fuck them?” i had responded, my heart pounding in my chest and ears.

“good girl.” he smiled as he penetrated me to the hilt. i literally screamed, i was aroused enough that i felt pleasure but the sudden fullness came with a sting. i closed my eyes as he started to pump into me hard. i missed getting fucked a lot and this was elevated x10 with the added pleasure of submission and humiliation. it was in these first few minutes— the room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, grunts, and high pitched moans— that i fully grasped what was happening. the hook up came to be so fast and spontaneously. now, here i was, moaning underneath the heavy weight of a cis, straight man who saw me as and was fucking me raw like a girl. it was a feeling like no other.

he found his rhythm and my moans became more uncontrollable. i opened my eyes at some point and met his sharp gaze as he pounded me. “feel good, baby?” he asked me. i nodded blearily, looking down at our bodies pressed together, watching my tits bounce with each of his thrusts and the addictive sight of his manhood disappearing into my cunt. i tightened instinctively in arousal and he grunted. he growled something along the lines of being careful with that or else he was “going to put a baby in me” and the heat within me just grew hotter.

at this point he switched positions, dragging me to the edge of the bed and standing up between my legs so he could have better leverage. in this position, his torso tapped my t-dick with every thrust of his hips and i effectively lost my mind with pleasure. i screamed a conglomeration of the words “yes” “please” “oh my god” and “fuck me” while scratching lines down his back. safe to say it felt so good. he chuckled in my ear as i gasped and shivered underneath him.

it was then that i felt a massive orgasm approaching- its warmth built in my stomach and my staccato of moans began to elevate in pitch as i climbed towards the climax. i likely sounded indistinguishable from the other girls this guy had fucked. moments before i orgasmed. he stopped moving completely.

“what the fuck” i remember saying, protest cut off by his hands pinning me down again- one arm keeping my arms in place above my head and the other pressing down slightly on my neck. i looked up at him with wide eyes- pussy throbbing from built up arousal and lack of release.

“do you want to cum?” i nodded, tears growing in my eyes. “then i’m gonna need you to repeat after me sweetheart. i’m a good girl. i’m lesser than a man. i’m meant to be bred. say that and i’ll fill you up and let you finish.”

i moaned, my eyes rolled back into my head as he pressed down on my neck harder. “i-im a good…girl. i’m lesser than a man. i’m, i’m meant to be bred-“

he moaned hearing me say those words and released his hands, moving them back down to my hips where he resumed his pounding with a newfound vigor. it didn’t take long for my orgasm to build again, especially as he grunted obscenities in my ear- calling me a bitch, sliding in the use of she/her, and other sweet nothings about male dominance and female submission. as i reached the peak, stronger this time because of his edging, i wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let go. it was one of the best orgasms i’ve ever had in my life. my whole body shook and i couldn’t control the sounds coming out of my mouth. he fucked me through it, prolonging the pleasure. eventually he reached his climax as well “i’m gonna fill you up with my cum i’m gonna breed you-“ he hiked me back up onto the bed and pressed me into a mating press as he came, deep, deep inside me.

after we both came down from the high of cumming he rolled off the bed. leaving me laying there, skin flushed red, cum on my face and leaking out of my twitching pussy. he grabbed both my tits one last time and trailed his fingers down to my pussy again. he have me one last “good girl” before getting dressed and leaving my apartment without another word.

I don’t even think about my shot anymore aside from when I have to swipe away the reminders on my phone. I feel so in tune with myself, my body and my emotions. I’ve started tracking my period and fertility which really helps me connect with my female soul; it’s so much easier to see when I’m going to be extra emotional or extra horny or when I’ll have to plug my pussy with tampons for the week. My libido is out of the overdrive that T caused but that feels so much more natural to me and my clitty is getting the chance to recover from being rubbed raw daily for years. My pussy gets even wetter than before, I’m constantly leaking puddles into my panties.

last month I went on holiday with a big group of my friends to a beach city. I bought these tiny little bikini bottoms that could barely contain my clitty. I thought I’d be nervous to wear them but I felt so horny knowing all of these people were seeing me so exposed and leaving so little to the imagination. I felt my friend’s boyfriends staring at my body constantly. They used to treat me like one of the guys but once they got to see my body they all started defaulting back to female pronouns and treating me like one of the girls. At the beach strangers stared a lot, and I loved letting them. I’d lay with my legs spread and a hat over my face so they could feel free to get a good look without feeling observed.

i wonder what happens next... 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

Don't take your testosterone shot.

And since you seem to be such a fan of those note games, how about every note on the post when you reply to this is another day you skip it.

Be a good little girl and follow some simple directions.

okay so like,,, i Did already forget to take my T yesterday so i guess im already obeying!!!