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Well boy, it seems you’ve bitten off considerably more than you can chew, haven’t you?
You wanted a dominant woman to, well, dominate you, right? A woman who would use you, control you, humiliate you…and you got me.
So today is your lucky day! See, I plan to do all those things, and more. I’m quite sadistic, so I’m really going to enjoy hurting you. Inflicting pain, both emotional and physical is a sort of specialty of mine. And I like to do it slow, long… it will be truly excruciating for you, trust me… but the good news is you’ll be submitting to me and giving me pleasure. You’ll get to serve me, and you’ll even get to serve my friends. Won’t that be so deliriously humiliating? Not just my slave, but a slave to all my friends too?
Oh, and did I mention I’m trans? Yeah, me and all my trans friends are gonna have a lot of fun with you.
What’s the matter? You look scared… terrified actually. It’s really hitting home now isn’t it? Yup, you’re in wayyy over your stupid, pathetic little head, you little worm, and there’s nothing you can do it about it- you’re mine now, allll mine…
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The Role-Play 3
Alternative picture to the Role-Play story.
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Well, once again you’ve disappointed her. Once again, she will remind you of your place, once again she will punish you.
As you get down on your knees before her to apologize and beg for mercy, even though you know you don’t deserve any, and even though she won’t show you any, it feels good to submit to her, to acknowledge her leadership and superiority. It feels good to be in your proper place beneath her.
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Aww, honey, is so sweet you still try sometimes to act like a man… funny, but sweet too.
But you’re not a man, are you? No, you’re a sissy. Aren’t you?
Yes, that’s right, you are a sissy, not a man. So how about this- let’s go inside, I can get ready for my date, and you can put on my dress and sweater for the night, hmm? You’d like that, right?
There’s my good girl…
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Well boy, it seems you’ve bitten off considerably more than you can chew, haven’t you?
You wanted a dominant woman to, well, dominate you, right? A woman who would use you, control you, humiliate you…and you got me.
So today is your lucky day! See, I plan to do all those things, and more. I’m quite sadistic, so I’m really going to enjoy hurting you. Inflicting pain, both emotional and physical is a sort of specialty of mine. And I like to do it slow, long… it will be truly excruciating for you, trust me… but the good news is you’ll be submitting to me and giving me pleasure. You’ll get to serve me, and you’ll even get to serve my friends. Won’t that be so deliriously humiliating? Not just my slave, but a slave to all my friends too?
Oh, and did I mention I’m trans? Yeah, me and all my trans friends are gonna have a lot of fun with you.
What’s the matter? You look scared… terrified actually. It’s really hitting home now isn’t it? Yup, you’re in wayyy over your stupid, pathetic little head, you little worm, and there’s nothing you can do it about it- you’re mine now, allll mine…
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Of course you were scared and nervous at first, even resisting it. After all, no amount of preparation and coaching can fully prepare a feminized sissy for her first date with a man.
But he’s a real man, and he’s self assured, confident and assertive. So when he pulled you close in his powerful arms, you naturally looked down and bowed your head. As he gently kissed your forehead, you naturally placed your hands on his sides.
His tight, muscular body, his scent, it weakened your resolve. You began to relax, and you realized that this was what all of Mommy’s coaching and training was for- you actually felt small and weak and dainty- and feminine.
He turned you around, still holding you close, and whispered in your ear, telling you youre perfume smells nice and you’re pretty, and you couldn’t help smiling a little.
By the time he turns you back around and takes your head in his strong hands, you’re swooning, all resistance gone. By now, you want nothing more than to please him, to be a good girl for him, to be his. He leans down and comes in for your first kiss from a man. You part your lips slightly, just like Mommy taught you. As your lips touch and his tongue enters you, you feel weak, your body goes limp (except for your stiffening clittie), and you are putty in his hands.
Amid your overwhelming feelings for him, you also think of Mommy, and are also overcome with gratitude for what she has done to you, for you, guiding you from being an inadequate beta male sissy, to surrendering your pathetic masculinity to becoming a pretty, feminine sissy fag.
That’s when you knew that obeying @karlie-xoxo was worth all the shame and humiliation you went through.
(And special thanks to @sissyrabbithole for the great posts!)
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Now, now, you just stop it. You know I’m his now. I’m in love with him, and I’m not going to cheat on him with you, even you are still technically my husband. The thing is, in reality, you stopped being my husband when you told me you’re a sissy. See, you’re not a man, so you’re disqualified from being a husband, and you know it. Even now, while I call you a sissy and say emasculating, humiliating things, I know you’re thinking more about my sweater, and how cute and soft it looks than you are about your lost manhood and your lost position as a husband. You’re pathetic. Now you can turn yourself around and flounce your sissy ass back into the laundry room and get back your chores while I get back to him. My lover. My man. My only man. Go on now, shoo-
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Oh god… he’s… holding me. His hands are really big… strong too. Is he… is he gonna kiss my ear… oh, that tickles! Oh god, this is… nice…
Mommy @karlie-xoxo was right! Mmmm, I don’t even remember why I fought this so hard… She called me a fag, she said she and her girlfriends needed to find me a boyfriend, and she found me one…. She had me wear these panties and this amazing soft sweater- she must’ve known how weak it would make me feel, how vulnerable… I’ve got to hand it to her… thank you sooo much Mommy!
… oh god, he smells so good…god, please, could you just turn me around and kiss me already?
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Tables Turned
It gave Nancy and George immense pleasure to have finally captured the Scarpa Brothers. As the sleuths smilingly looked down on their two glowering captives who sat against the wall of their workshop, bound hand and foot, George taunted: “How do you two feel about being tied up for a change?” Nancy gave her friend a not-altogether-admonishing look and nodded. “Yes, George,” she agreed, “it’s hard to believe that it was only yesterday the Scarpas grabbed us from behind, overpowered us and kept us tied up in their cellar to thwart our investigation!”
However the girls got free and a combination of surprise, George’s judo skills and Nancy’s calm, logical persuasive abilities meant that the detectives were able to turn the tables on the brothers and secure their surrender. “Let’s find something to gag them with, lock them in here, then go to the police with our evidence.” Nancy suggested. “You bet, Nance!” agreed George grimly, finding two oily rags on the brothers’ workbench. “These should do to keep them quiet!”
Illustration from the Nancy Drew Mystery Stories #65, The Mystery of the Winged Lion (1982).
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Remarkable footage of what appears to be an arrest of a suspect in his own home.
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The Dating App 3
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