hxcgorgeous:

My fantasies are bizarre but I know I’m not the only one. Reblog the hell out of this please. I wanna be exposed as a cockhole I am.

I have a sort of rule against reblogging something that tells me to reblog it. Or even reblogging something without adding something of my own to it. BUT THIS I WILL RE-BLOG! Because she isn’t the only one! Because it helps her realize the fantasy of exposure!

hxcgorgeous:

My fantasies are bizarre but I know I’m not the only one. Reblog the hell out of this please. I wanna be exposed as a cockhole I am.

I have a sort of rule against reblogging something that tells me to reblog it. Or even reblogging something without adding something of my own to it.

BUT THIS I WILL RE-BLOG!
Because she isn’t the only one!
Because it helps her realize the fantasy of exposure!

i want you to suck my cock, you sissy faggot!!
Anonymous

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my gender identity and my kinks. I live most of my life female. That’s how all my friends know me, that’s how my family knows me, etc. I technically identify as genderqueer, but I’m basically a non-op transwoman.

But I still get excited when I’m called a tranny bimbo or a sissy faggot. One of my fantasies is to be forced to get dolled up like a bimbo drag queen. I’m really turned on by transition and transformation play. I mean other fantasies, too, but this post is discussing these.

This kind of bugged me for a while. How could I have a transgender feminine identity, but be drawn to things which are associated with people who are male identified? I finally just accepted the dissonance. It’s a pain to explain to people, so as a result its not something I lead with, but here goes:

Part of what gets me off is degradation. Someone calling me a sissy or a faggot is challenging my gender identity and degrading me as less than a woman. Less than a man. Just a dolled up sex object.

Call me names, baby. Make me do naughty things for you. Use me, I’m your Barbie doll bimbo. I’m your faggot princess.

Run and Cum

So I’ve made this new rule for myself.

I can only cum on days I’ve gone for a run.

I love running now.

Where do you live ?what state ?
Anonymous

I live in Florida. I know, I’m not that happy about it either :P

Now I'm the exact opposite of a sissy. I have the desire to fuck, breed, and honestly marry a sissy one day. Where the hell do I find one?
Anonymous

Tumblr :P

I guess urnotalone is an okay resource, but honestly I prefer Fetlife above the others. Create a Fetlife profile, join trans groups that are in your city or state. List sissies as one of your kinks, as well as listing your other kinks.

That’s it, really. I mean any trans friendly site will work, I guess. 

Beyond that, I suggest you also have a profile with a description and a pic of yourself—face included. When messaging a submissive sissy remember to be flirty but respectful like you would with any other woman. Say something more than hello! That may seem obvious but the vast majority of messages I get on Fetlife are the short “hello” or “your hot…” (misspelling maintained for sake of example) from guys with no profile description and nothing but pics of their dick. Occasionally they’ll solicit “discreet” fun. This is tiresome and insulting and not hot.

Fact: there are so many proud sissies out there waiting for a guy/girl who can own, guide, fuck, and objectify them in the ways the dream about, but who is also intelligent and respectful. You have good grammar and know what you want, which are big pluses. You also seem to be comfortable with what you want, which is super hot! Nothing, in my opinion, is more unattractive than a guy/girl who is ashamed of his/her desires.

Feel free to ask me any other questions (like how to do things on Fetlife) if you got them :)

~C

Hello my dear. I hope you somebody told you where those fabulous wigs? And if so, could you pretty pleeeease tell me?

The direction I got was Empress Bianca Wigs. I don’t know if that’s accurate, but I do know that there are some damn fab wigs there, even if the site is a bit early 2000s tacky.

Anyhow, good luck!

P.S.

taraemory:

But I’m losing patience with the attitude that “all women” need to be like that, and some of the pretty clear misogynist attitudes.

I wish I could separate the ones that playfully celebrate the positive aspects of being a sexually desirable trinket - voluntarily buying into the fantasy and…

This is why I’ve almost entirely abandoned my Tumblr. The playful fantasies in the bimbo and sissy communities are too often melded with misogynistic philosophies being touted as not only reasonable (their actually horrifying and pernicious), but as an essential quality of anyone with those kinks. It make me sick.

I thank my lucky stars that people like Tara are on here, because she’s pretty much the only voice sanity I see these days.

When it started, she was slipping hypnotic drugs in your evening beer, and then whispering sissy suggestions in your ear as she gently jerked you off. You found yourself jealous of her clothes and you didn’t know why. You started mincing and your voice slipped slowly into falsetto. Men at work and in public started mocking and laughing at you, and she made it so you felt an intense desire for any man that disparaged you. You hated every moment, but you couldn’t stop yourself. You’d spend the rest of the day disgusted with yourself for fantasizing about their hard cocks in your mouth.And then on those nights she’d make you tell her about them. She’d coat her dildo in hypnotic drugs and whisper sissy suggestions as she plunged the dildo down your throat while playing with your pansy clit.
Then one Monday morning you couldn’t walk without heels anymore. Your feet wouldn’t work without them, and so you pranced into work in them. Your boss fired you, and you begged him not to, and told him you’d do anything and finally to shut you up he shoved his cock in your whimpering mouth. You gagged and hated what was happening, but you needed to keep sucking it. And the moment he came in your mouth was the moment you knew you’d be forever addicted to his cum. He offered you an unpaid internship as his personal assistant, and told you if he fancied you he might keep you around.She found out, spoke with your boss, and then they suggested you ought to get big bimbo tit implants to show him how thankful you were. You hate being a sissy, but you love the dizzy high his jizz gives you, even if you know each load makes you more subservient to him. You’ll wear and do anything if it means you can get the cum you crave

When it started, she was slipping hypnotic drugs in your evening beer, and then whispering sissy suggestions in your ear as she gently jerked you off. You found yourself jealous of her clothes and you didn’t know why. You started mincing and your voice slipped slowly into falsetto. Men at work and in public started mocking and laughing at you, and she made it so you felt an intense desire for any man that disparaged you. You hated every moment, but you couldn’t stop yourself. You’d spend the rest of the day disgusted with yourself for fantasizing about their hard cocks in your mouth.

And then on those nights she’d make you tell her about them. She’d coat her dildo in hypnotic drugs and whisper sissy suggestions as she plunged the dildo down your throat while playing with your pansy clit.

Then one Monday morning you couldn’t walk without heels anymore. Your feet wouldn’t work without them, and so you pranced into work in them. Your boss fired you, and you begged him not to, and told him you’d do anything and finally to shut you up he shoved his cock in your whimpering mouth. You gagged and hated what was happening, but you needed to keep sucking it. And the moment he came in your mouth was the moment you knew you’d be forever addicted to his cum. He offered you an unpaid internship as his personal assistant, and told you if he fancied you he might keep you around.

She found out, spoke with your boss, and then they suggested you ought to get big bimbo tit implants to show him how thankful you were. You hate being a sissy, but you love the dizzy high his jizz gives you, even if you know each load makes you more subservient to him. You’ll wear and do anything if it means you can get the cum you crave

Open Letter to a Figment from a Wannabe Cum Princess:

i want Your cum. i want Your cum. i want Your cum.

i want Your cum daily. i want Your cum dripping down my chin. i want Your cum filling my mouth and sliding down my throat, except for when i want Your cum all over my face. i want to thank You every day for Your cum and i want You to see in my eyes how much i mean it.

i want Your cum whenever You want to give it to me. i want Your cum when You get the random urge to blow a load while watching TV. i want You to know that if You unzip Your pants while driving that Ii will suck Your dick right there in the car. i want Your hard cock waking me up in the middle of the night because i want Your cum if You’re too horny to sleep. i want to know that at any moment i might get Your cum so i can spend every day giddy with anticipation, and Your cum will be all i ever think about.

"Your cum makes me obey, Your cum makes me feminine, Your cum makes me horny, Your cum makes me happy and dumb."

i want that to be my required mantra every time i receive Your seed, every day, until being a ditzy, lustful bimbo is the conditioned response to Your seed.

Your cum is powerful and i want Your cum to change me.

You're a slut?
Anonymous

I’m a slut for those that earn it.