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The thought of them holding me in his arms after a scene- telling me how good I did, getting me to fall asleep in his arms, then waking up to him sliding back into me, making me whimper and cry at how full I am again. they fuck me- not slowing down even when I finish, they fill me up three times before he finally sets me on my knees and pushes my face into the sheets- they fuck me till my legs can't support the weight of my body anymore and I collapse- he feels bad and pulls out, laying behind me and cuddling me till I start to drift off again only to use their cum that's dripping out of me as lube and slides a toy deep inside my needy boycunt, slowly fucking me with it while I whimper and whine, subconsciously rocking my hips. My brain dumb and empty- waiting to be told what to do, to be used again- he makes me cum again and again and again- till I'm helping and gasping for air "Just one more time, honey- I know you can do it- you can cum again for me" he continues on, using me, filling me up and fucking his cum deep inside me- all the way until I can't keep myself awake anymore. Letting me drift off in their arms for a final time and then sliding his cock back in me so I'll squeeze on it in my sleep

Mmm- I just want to be toyed with till I can't think- I want them to send me so deep into subspace- he's so amazing and wonderful- I feel so safe with them ♡

They whisper sweet nothings to me as I drift off, planting soft kisses on my head and neck, coating me in love and kisses as he thrusts into me slowly in my sleep listening to my quiet, sweet moans until he eventually drifts off himself

Mmm- lovely

Reddish blond haired Ontario Canada

cum femanize me and make me yours 6’4 280lbs 54 yrs old. Done with the male life

Cum get me. Feed me female hormones. Inject me with female hormones. Take my testicles to make the female hormones work faster. Fill me with your superior seed. I’ll be your full figured white Muslimah. Let me pleasure you orally or with my boi pussy. & if that’s not enough remove my manhood completely & give me a vagina.

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if you long to be caught, collared islamised & feminised Sissy.

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I want to be on this journey so bad

My new toy until I can find a real master/daddy or mommy 

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a week since my last confession.”

You are nervous, conflicted, and scatter-brained as you take your seat. The confessional is dark. You shed your coat and lay it across your lap. It’s warm in the church, in stark contrast to the sharp chill of the outside wind. You pull a hand through your hair, taking a deep, nervous breath, and trying to make yourself comfortable.

“May the Lord help you to confess your sins.”

A month or so ago, your church had introduced a new priest as the standing one retired. He is young, brilliant, kind, and absolutely stunning: tall with deep brown hair falling about his jaw and dark brown eyes. His features are sharp — an angular jaw, deep-set eyes, and high cheekbones. His voice is deep and smooth, even alluring. Slowly, you noticed that you had been allowing your mind and eyes to wander during mass. You started to wonder how strong he is. How soft his hands are. What he smells like when he holds you close to him. What his lips would feel like against your skin. How his body looks under his cassock. How big his…

“My child, are you alright?”

His voice snaps you back to reality, and you clear your throat.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” you hastily answer. “This is difficult for me.”

“Take your time. I am here to listen and guide you down the right path,” he comforts.

Instead of warm, you begin to feel like you’re overheating. His voice alone arouses you, much to your dismay. You fumble with the top button of your shirt, loosening it and pulling at your collar. You try to ignore the carnal desires of your flesh, but your slacks are beginning to feel a bit tight.

“I have uhm… been having impure thoughts, Father.” Your hands begin to shake, nervous about how this will cause him to view you. He has seen you many times at the soup kitchen, and he knows you participate in a lot of local charity. For reasons you can’t seem to place, you care a lot about what he thinks of you.

“I see…” he hummed. There is a long pause as you fiddle with the rosary in your hand. “Have you acted on these desires that are driving your thoughts?”

“No,” you fib. Even in this confessional, where you are supposed to pour yourself out to the Lord, you cannot find the bravery to admit that you have acted on these desires. But you do it alone, where no one knows the vile things you fantasize about.

“Hm… well. Everyone has lustful thoughts. It is natural, as we are born with a sinful nature. It happens to us all.” His voice is calm and comforting. Your imagination runs wild with more questions yet again.

“Even you, Father?” You say it before you can manage to stop yourself. The tinges of curiosity got the best of you. You tell yourself that it’s for own comfort — to know that you aren’t alone in your thoughts and struggle with them. But under the surface, part of you yearns to know what he thinks about when he’s alone, with no other outside influence. You wonder, does this servant of God have the same sinful thoughts? Does he have to repent for the same sins? And even more so — am I the reason?

“Yes, my child. Even me. I, too, have been born into sin. I am human, just like you.” You wonder what he likes… his preferences. If he likes it rough or if he’s more of the gentle kind. What words he would whisper to you while he touches you. You wonder how he sounds when he cums.

You finally work up the courage to look at him through the screen. His eyes are serious, but not judgmental. He is beautiful in the dim light of the confessional. With your eyes locked together, the sparks inside you catch, and you have decided you are no longer here to be cleansed of your sins. You are here to give yourself over to them.

But this man has taken very serious vows. He has made unbreakable promises — to himself, his colleagues, his superiors, his congregation… and to God. You know there is no way that he would throw all of that away. You recognize that these desires are one-sided killing that flaring spark in your mind, but oh, how you crave him. At this point, you can deny it no longer.

“This is a heavy and serious topic with many complexities. This conversation may take a little while to get through. We may want to meet about this in a more private setting, where I have more time to tend to your concerns. Would that suit you?”

“Yes.” You answer quickly. So much so, in fact, that you blush, embarrassed once again.

“Wonderful. In an hour, I will meet you here again, and we can discuss this in my study. Peace be with you.”

“And also with you.” You take a deep breath to calm yourself. “Thank you, Father.”

As you sit in the chapel waiting for him, your mind races. Your mind is occupied with images and ideas most disgraceful. The way he would feel deep inside you, crying out in ecstasy. How beautiful his bare body would look in the low, orange-yellow glow of the study lamplight. What he may do with you when you are alone, with only God to judge. Your body is filled with can ache that only he can satisfy. You pray for release.

Soon after, you are on your knees in his study, hands clasped together in front of your chest, rosary tangled in them.

“The best thing about our Savior is that he is all-forgiving. No matter what horrible things you may think or say or do, you can always seek him for forgiveness…” You open your eyes and see his cassock falling off his shoulders as he glides it off. Under it, he wears black pants and a black button up shirt.

You feel yourself getting hard all over again. Your heart is absolutely racing. In this moment, with him towering over you, you come to the jarring conclusion that you do not want him despite the fact that he is your priest. You want him because he is your priest.

He places a hand on top of your head. You tilt your head slightly back, welcoming his touch, and feel the cold beads of his rosary resting on your forehead. He closes his eyes to pray, and you do the same. His hands are soft and warm, tender and comforting. His cologne is intoxicating. Your mind begins to stray yet again, but his soft, yet authoritative voice brings you back in.

“Lord, forgive us for what our flesh leads us to do.”

You repeat his words in your head… ‘us?’ Before you have time to question what it may mean, you hear the quiet ringing of a belt buckle and open your eyes to see him unbuttoning his slacks, his belt loose and undone. He looks down at you.

“Is this the kind of cleansing you have come here for?” He coos. You freeze, afraid to answer. But he comforts you again as he pulls his boxers down just enough. “It’s okay. You can tell me. It’s just between me, you…” he spits into his hand, “…and God.”

You nod, hands still folded in front of you. Inside, you are melting. He wraps his fingers around his big, thick cock, slowly and gently stroking as you watch. With the other hand, he gently holds your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. The rosary is still tangled in his fingers. You admire him, in all his filth and sin. This is what you wanted. What you were desperate for. What you thought about and touched yourself to in the shower. What you dreamed about last night. This is it.

“Stay still. Just open your mouth.” His gentle instructions are your permission. He teases your tongue, barely allowing you to taste the tip of his dick. Your mouth waters as you gently suck on it, watching heavenly pleasure wash over his face. If this is sin, why does it feel like such a release? A victory? A relief of so much painful tension? Why does it feel so good? His once gentle fingers grip your hair as he lets out a soft moan, wiping your mind clean of all these worries and stresses. You decide will let him guide you. “That’s it… let me cleanse you, my child… from the inside out.”

No I will not

You can take it along with my testicles

Cum and get me I’m waiting for you to permenatly feminize me fully

💞💞

“I’m not a girl!” I protest as you finish tying my wrists together to the top of the bed frame. You laugh at me, and stroke my breasts.

“That what are these? I don’t know of any man who has tits like these.” You cup my tits and push them up towards my face. I jerk my head back and struggle, twisting as much as I can while pinned beneath you.

“Let me go!”

You lean forward, still sitting on my waist, until you are hovering above my face, arms on either side of my head. You are so much stronger than me, you remind me of how weak I am, how I am barely a boy.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl and let me fuck you?”

“I’m not a girl! And you don’t get to fuck me! Let me go!”

You sigh, frustrated with my resistance. “Well, looks like I’m going to have to teach my little girl a lesson, aren’t I?”

You reach down and pick something up from next to the bed. I can’t see what it is, between my tied wrists and your heavy weight I can’t move at all.

Then you lift it up over my head triumphantly. My eyes widen. 

“No! You can’t put that in me! It won’t fit! It’s too big.”

You smile and press the head of the dildo gag at my lips. “Are you going to a good girl and let me put this in you?”

I shake my head and turn my head away. Your smile drops and you slap me. I jerk back, cheek stinging. You slap me again and again, finally I gasp and you grab my chin squeezing my mouth to stay open. I can’t even complain or yell before you’re feeding through the dildo gag. I choke and sputter, gasping around it.  Tears pool in my eyes and you laugh and grab my throat.

“You’re going to suck that cock and remember that it’s fake, just like that little packer you had in your panties. Real men don’t need fake dicks. And as you suck it, you’re going to wish it was my cock you were sucking.”

I whine, no longer gagging but throat still convulsing around it. Convulsing beneath your hand.

You let go of my throat, and slide your hand down between my breasts, stopping just long enough to pinch and pull at my nipples. It has me  whining, trying to escape your grasp, but at the same time, the unfamiliar touch feels so… good. No! I’m a boy— only girls like to have their tits played with.

Your hand slides lower, stopping at my boxers. You push yourself back so that you are kneeling over me. Your hands grip my bulge and squeeze. “And look what we have here… a fake cock? Now why would a boy like you need one of these?”

My cheeks burn with humiliation, and I try to snap back but all I do is just whine around the gag. You smile cruelly at me, tugging my boxers down over my knees, and then further until they come off completely. I kick and squirm against you, trying to get you away, only stopping to flinch as the cold air hits my pussy.

You toss my boxers and packer away. “Now let’s see this cute little cunt of yours.”

I shake my head, squeezing my thighs together but that doesn’t stop you from grabbing them and spreading my legs wide to the cold air. I stop squirming. It’s so cold, and my pussy is so hot. I tremble and squirm and you laugh.

“Look at that! You’re already dripping. You must really like being told your true place!”

I whine and gurgle around the gag, face burning hot in anger and embarrassment. I’m a boy! Not a girl!

You slide a finger up and down the length of my pussy, stopping at my clit. My clit begins to harden under the soft touch. It’s been too long since someone touched me there. 

“It’s a shame about all the bush… though that can be fixed easily. I suppose though you think this little clit of yours makes you a man, huh?”

I huff and protest around the gag, but you ignore me. You slide two fingers in to my pussy and my protests die. I shiver and squirm, but this time I’m not trying to escape your touch, I’m trying to encourage you. My pussy squelches as you scissor me open and I moan in aroused humiliation at the sound.

You laugh again. “Wow, you really are a desperate slut, aren’t you girl?”

You twist your fingers around, rubbing at my walls until I’m moaning and throbbing, trying to chase the orgasm I can feel beginning to build. Then you stop, leaving your fingers there as it fades away. I cry out around the gag, trying to thrust against you, trying to chase that relief. You grab my hips and hold me still, until it completely fades. I look up at you, teary eyed.

“Only good girls get to cum… And you seem to think you’re a boy. Though, you did seem to enjoy that, a lot like a girl would.”

My eyes widen and… Maybe… Maybe you aren’t wrong. I did enjoy that a lot. The feeling of you fingering my pussy, I could also imagine your dick in its place. My pussy throbs, and my clit burns with need.

You pull out your fingers and before I have to time to complain about the loss, you are sliding your dick into my cunt. 

I offer no resistance, squeezing and throbbing around your cock and you begin to thrust, slowly, but quickly getting faster and faster until you are thrusting at a steady. 

“What a good girl. You greedy, just sucking my cock in. This is just what you needed, isn’t it? Someone to show you what a real girl needed, huh? You just needed someone’s cock, that’s all.”

I nod and moan, not even thinking about it, not even resisting it anymore. You’re right, I did need a cock. I needed a cock in my pussy so much that I thought I needed to be a man. But I’m beginning to see it now, I just need someone to fuck me with a big cock.

You slap my tits, and then start to grope and play with them, tugging and pinching at my nipples, squeezing and playing with them. “Look at these things! When you’re pregnant with my child they’ll just get even larger, and then they’ll fill up with milk. Just like a good girl’s tits should do.”

I moan my agreement. I need to be fucked. I need you to fuck me until you knock me up.

You change the rhythm of your thrusting and now the dildo I had been sucking unconsciously  on, is being thrown back and forth in my mouth in time with every thrust that shoved me forward.

I’m drooling and swallowing around it. The pressure of the dildo hitting the back of my throat nearly makes me gag, but it makes me feel so full. My eyes slide shut.

You slap me. “Keep your eyes open, slut. I want you to see what it looks like for a girl to get fucked.”

I force my eyes open and watch you as you slam your hips against mine. Every time your thrust, you shove my body up and against the dildo. I moan around it, feeling so full. You’re right, this is my place. This is my purpose.

You remove your groping hands from my tits, gripping my throat and you keep thrusting a steady rhythm. I’m so close to cumming from you fucking me alone.

“This is what girls like you are made for, to be little slutty cumdumps. To be fucked for real men’s pleasure. That’s all you are. A slut. A slut for cum. For real men’s cum. Isn’t that right?”

I nod my head frantically, and I plead as much as I can, for you to let me cum. For you to cum in me, so that I can serve my purpose as a girl. But the only sounds I can make are desperate moans and groans.

You stop thrusting and I whine and squeeze around your cock, trying to get you to continue. I was so close…

“Only good girls get to cum,” you remind me.

I am a good girl. I’m a good girl. Please let me cum. I’m a good girl.

You pull out the gag, a strand of saliva following it. I moan at the absence of it, and I try to focus on your face.

“What are you?” You demand.

I stare in confusion at the sudden loss of the gag, and you repeat your demand, slapping my face. I shudder under your touch, desperate for more.

“A girl.”

“Louder! What are you? What is your purpose?”

“I’m a girl! I’m a girl! I have a pussy for you to rape and breed. I have tits for men to use. I’m a girl!”

Your thrusts become erratic, faster and faster until you pull out nearly all the way before slamming back, hitting my cervix and cum. You cum and cum and cum. Filling me up with so much cum.

I cry as the tension begins to fade as I begin to miss my orgasm. You reach down and rub my clit. Rubbing it furiously. Hard and rough in tight circles that has electric shocks running through me as I arch and cum around you, drawing even more cum out of you. The whole time you’re chanting, telling me about how much of a girl I am.

 Finally, you pull out of me, and cum follows. You look down at me, face flushed and eyes unfocused.

“What a good girl.”