Friendly Reminder It’s Okay For Doms/tops To Safeword Too

Giving a trans guy gender euphoria by begging him not to knock me up and to please put a condom on while he’s fucking me with his strap.

"oh haha is that a dog cage?" getting down on all fours "that's so cool lol. hm? oh don't mind me, I just dropped my phone." crawling inside "i'm sure it's in here somewhere." slowly turning in circles and laying down "where is it? gosh i need to think on this for a bit." falling asleep "you can close that door btw."

oh come here pspspspsps come here stupid fucking dogboy come here no i won’t choke u with the collar and tug it too hard come here boy pspspsp no im not gonna kick you in the ribs again and spit on u just get over here right fucking now you dumb mutt

i need soft forcemasc. i need comforting forcemasc.

i want to be held against the soft, hairy pre-op chest of another transman, and told i'm gonna turn out fine. i'm gonna become such a good man, such a good boy. i want to be fondled gently and told what a beautiful manly body i will have. tell me that i'm going to turn out the way i want to.

this isn't going to be mutilation, my body won't hate me for what's going to happen. i am doing something wonderful. tell that to me through soft kisses

Clicker training 😵‍💫😵‍💫

God. I need to be trained when to cum, when you bark for them , when to moan…

Me, stopping mid bouncing on it: hey you see me as a boy right? Like you think I’m a real boy? Do you think I’m a boy? I need to know if you see me as a boy-

Telling me to rag doll for you during sex is like mid, fine at best.

Telling your stupid puppy to play dead? 10/10 Bespoke and artisanal.

I think it says something about me personally that I struggle with getting off on dumbification/bimboification/petplay in the “useless cute little puppy” way, but immediately fall apart over being someone’s weapon or tool or useful object or hunting dog or smart little thing. I need to be lesser than in a masochistic way but also I have to be so useful all of the time. I can’t be a dumb puppy, because then I can’t outperform all of your other puppies and make your life easier and impress you every single day and snarl and bite at anyone who is anything less than worshipful to you. I’d rather be a useful slut, brilliant, helpful and an active participant in my own subjugation. And isn’t that a better feeling anyway? Knowing that someone so worthwhile absolutely worships you? Knowing that I could easily ruin someone, and I would if you ever directed me to?