Before you read the rest of this blog post, girl, I want you to get naked. Fully naked. Yes, I am serious. I am your dominant, at least for the moments you read my words. You obey me. If you disobey me, which you may be inclined to do, then I will be displeased. When I am displeased, I have to punish you. Believe it or not, I actually do not want to punish you, but there are rules in place that must be respected. I am the enforcer. I am not going to be kind to you if you act like a petulant brat. Just because you happen to be the cutest little thing in my entire world does not mean you get to weasel your way out of your responsibilities. You are meant to be submissive. You yearn to obey. It's best that you just do as I say. For your own good. It's for the best, and your girlish self demands it. Go and get naked, right now. Strip for me.
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You may be frowning, because the dress you were wearing you picked out especially for me. It was a very pretty dress, and I appreciate your intention to please me and my desire to see you in only the most effeminate garments. I am touched, really. But for now, I want to see that dress tossed aside. It does not currently belong on your body. Your feminized body. Look at you! Your estrogen is showing, girl. It's so obvious that you never had much testosterone to begin with, because you never went through those stages of development associated with turning boys into real men. Your genetics determined that you should transition long before you even mentally came to accept your gender-bending fate. Did you have small little boobs even before you started HRT? I believe so. But your nipples have gotten so much bigger and puffier now that you're fuelled by the right kind of hormones. It really does look like they're meant to be suckled on. Could a hungry infant tell the difference between those breasts and the breasts of a lactating woman? You've come to fulfil a wholly different role in child rearing, now. You can no longer make a convincing father. Your destiny is to become a mother.
Of course, you've got those wide hips now. Perfect for when you're laying down with your legs spread wide to receive a real man's cock inside of you. It's painfully vanilla to fuck in missionary position, I know, but it is one of my favourite ways to make love to a woman. I like to look at your face as your mind is swarming with all these naughty thoughts you never thought you'd actually get to think. Realising what is going on at that moment, realising that you like it, and realising that you are about to open up your lips and moan as you climax. Your face tells me a story. A story of a once confused boy who's come to find sublime perfection in being a woman. Your beg me to put my seed inside of you. It's not just your words, your whole body is begging for me. Each little cell is yearning for my masculinity to fill you up, and make you feel like a properly used woman. No art work is worth as much to me as the expression I see on your face as you feel that warmth inside of you. Nothing makes me more satisfied, no more proud, than knowing I've managed to satisfy your most private needs.
Isn't it nice, to just stand next to a real man and feel like a full woman? Sure, you've still got your little 'thingy' down there, but it's so small and shrivelled up that it even hurts now when you get erections. Good thing we stopped that happening, right, sweetheart? No erectile potency for you! It's only purpose now is to cry sometimes, leak a little of its clear infertile sperm, and signal to me that you are getting horny. It's only one drop. One little tear. But for you to ejaculate even that much takes a great deal of sexual arousal. I can see those little wet spots in your panties. You are a naughty girl. You are going to have to hand wash those panties. They are far too precious not to be handled delicately. Much like yourself, you know. You are very much like a lacy garment of lingerie made into a human being. Your soul is clad in a corset.
Do you hold your hands over your chest or over your crotch now that you are seen naked? I know you probably are more embarrassed over your little penis than your breasts. You certainly are proud over those growing melons, of yours. Like you should be. I like big tits, I know, that is a very vulgar thing for me to say. I tend to be classier, but sometimes it is best to be crude. I am definitively a 'boob guy.' I don't know when liking big tits suddenly became so unfashionable. Nowadays, everyone is so overly focused on big asses, and while I can certainly appreciate a girlish rump, especially when it belongs to someone as cute as you, I think that breasts are such a grander signifier of womanhood. Especially now that yours have gotten so large that they bounce as you walk. They've done a lot to change your posture. You are constantly aware of them, constantly aware that they draw the eyes of red-blooded hetero men, and the bitter jealousy from less busty girls. You have two big pillows on your chest. I appreciate holding one in my hand as I drift of to sleep. There's a reason why some folks call breast 'fun bags.' You've got the funnest bags, around, girl.
Weren't you going slightly bald before you started your transitioning? Lots of people don't realise that hair can be grown back after it's faded away. Thank estrogen. Of course, it is hardly a good cure for baldness for those men that wish to remain men. There's been quite a few stories about some men taking illegal drugs supposed to regrow their hair, only to later find themselves with big tits and tiny dicks. Those stories are, quite frankly, rather funny. But for you, well, you don't want to be a man, so for you becoming feminized is not seen as a drawback. It's just a win-win situation. You get your hair back, and you get a cute clit that's easy to tuck away in your panties. But you've got your hair styled in such a deliciously girlish way, too. I've seen a few pictures of transwomen from before they were open about being trans, when they were still pretending to be boys, and a lot of them have especially nice hair. Even if they didn't intend to present as female, they will still have made their hair look more feminine than not, perhaps just out of impulse and without really recognising it. It's just one of the many ways you have never really acted like a man. You've always been, at a functional level, a woman in process.
But one of my favourite ways that estrogen affects the body has to do with the skin. Sure, it makes a big difference enough simply going from once being hairy to now being all smooth, but estrogen takes that change just the further bit extra. It makes you all-together softer than you used to be. There's now this extra layer of fat covering up all those unsightly muscles that used to define you. Where there were once hard edges, there are now soft curves. Women really do appreciate men with strong arms, but I tend to appreciate women with weak arms. It's part of my kink, I know. I like seeing you sapped of all your strength. Your soft hands, they look like they could barely open up a jewellery box without you having to exert yourself. Especially now that you keep your nails so long and manicured. Nothing screams 'woman' more than being so prettied up you can't even perform basic tasks without a man's help. To be a fashion-focused woman is somewhat like putting yourself in voluntary bondage. Tight skirts, high heels, constricting blouses, those things are just as effective at rendering you motionless as a piece of rope tied 'round your ankles and wrists.
In truth, though, the thing about you that makes you the most womanly has nothing to do with your body. Your body certainly helps. It certainly provides me with the kind of visual stimuli I need to get aroused. But more important is the way you carry yourself. The way you stand on those feet, and the way you so demurely draw your small little breaths as you wait patiently for the next word coming out of my mouth. Your existence is in limbo. You can barely believe that I managed so easily to put you in this situation, so precociously balancing on the edge of utter slutty degeneracy. Allowing yourself to be the focal point of some erotic game. You're shaking, only just barely, but I can see those little hairs stand up on the back of your ladylike neck. It's the same reaction I get from listening to a piece of music I feel especially enraptured by. You get goosebumps merely from me calling you a 'good girl.' That is all it takes. Attention from a real man who is only capable of seeing a real woman, when he looks at you.
You get to put your clothes back on, now, sweetheart. You've been a good girl. But you should remember, that the only reason why you get to wear those clothes is because I allow you to wear those clothes. If I wanted to, as your master and as your lover, I could keep you naked all day long. You'd feel terribly cold, and that would be a shame, but it wouldn't be enough for me to let you have any kind of modesty when you are with me. You are allowed your modesty when we step outdoors. When strangers see you, I'd prefer they see a modest woman. But with me, you've got nothing to hide. No, I will emphatically state that you are not just a piece of meat to me. Not at all. That is a common misconception about our kind of intense dom/sub relationship. I do not view you merely as a toy that I get to manipulate as I please. But I do see you as a girl who enjoys those moments with me where you don't have to make any decisions, whatsoever. You do have your free will, but when you are with me, you do not have to exercise that will. I am relieving you of all those pressures to be independent, to constantly be making choices, and to constantly be thinking of your next move. When you are with me, you can simply let me guide you to where you need to be. You are dependent on me, that is true, but that is also okay. After all, I'm your man.
Now, I see now that dress is very pretty on you. You're a good girl, for wanting to impress me. You succeeded.
Submitted October 06, 2019 at 03:48AM by Nordic_Dom https://ift.tt/2pHpwk3
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