𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐁𝐨𝐲

I don't want you to make me love my tits, I want you to enjoy how much I hate them. I want you to make me walk around the house topless so I can never escape. Grab my nipples and jiggle my teats around when I try to talk back to you. Make me get piercings so you can attack bells to them, so that with every movement I'm reminded of the fat tits attached to my chest. Point them out in everything I wear, play with them in front of a mirror and make me watch... And I want all of it to be the most humiliating and dysphoria inducing experience possible.

in the end, cum between them, coating my face and nipples with hot sticky cum... and instead of letting me clean it off, make me put on my 'binder' again and go about my day with the proof still uncomfortably soaking into my skin and dripping between the crevice of my tits as a constant reminder of what i am.

it happens more and more: calling you a good girl, sweet talk about your feminine curves and girly cunt. you argue; but he says it's "just a kink" of his, but he needs it, and if you want to keep him (and his money) around, you'll do it. so you do. you let him call you all kinds of feminine terms, point out the biological reality of your body, and when he tells you to repeat it back to you, you do that too: "i'm a girl, and i was made for real men's cocks." you don't even notice that he rubs you faster, fucks you harder whenever you call yourself a girl. you don't notice that he makes sure to shower you in feminine compliments every time you come. you don't notice, at least at first, that your pussy absolutely gushes whenever you you say those words: "i'm a girl, and i was made for real men's cocks." you don't notice, at first, that your girly little clit throbs every time he reminds you that only women have pussies. you do notice when you realize while touching yourself that you can't cum anymore without referring to yourself as a girl. you tell this to your sugar daddy, tearful and embarrassed. he shushes you, wrapping his arms around you, soothing you with gentle circles over your clit. he tells you that it makes sense, that it just means you've finally accepted your biological reality, your true gender, and you believe him. he smirks, knowing he successfully conditioned you into viewing yourself as nothing but a slutty little girl, made to take his cock.