Hello, and welcome to my wonderful wall of text. For boarding right to the sexy bits, “***” has been provided for your convenience. If you have the following sensitivities or turn offs, please take advisement that MyPoisonIsReddit is not responsible for any injury or suffering that may occur:
All the consent
D/s, Mistress/Slave
Impact Play
Anal Play
Degradation/humiliation (S*** mentioned)
Biting/Marking
Bondage
The Trans Agenda(TM)
Ironic Catholicism
My horrible sense of humor
This is the story of one of my most recent partners. As a bit of background, I’m a transgender woman. I started hormones a year ago, as soon as possible after my new insurance kicked in and a little after I turned eighteen. I’m tall, average build, and have some gentle curves and perky B cups. My hair and eyes are both a dark brown, and my hair is wavy and shoulder length, with natural red highlights. My genitals are still in their original configuration, although it’s become shorter and plumper, and I have a Midwestern accent that almost never comes out, but my domme tells me it can be sexy when it does.
June and I had met through a queer group on campus. Well, to be more accurate we chatted online. The first time we met, we were at a kink 101 talk during a convention nearby. It was super boring stuff, not that consent and safety and all of that aren’t incredibly important, it’s just that they had already sunken into me pretty heavily. What made me go was a first date with a (les) couple. So June was sitting down as my future partner walked me over to her on a leash and made me say hello. She was pretty, like really pretty. She was short with indigo hair and a smile that forms whenever she laughs, and she looked thin enough to toss around, although she had these wonderful small tits. It was only later that I learned she was trans. I couldn’t hug her, so I shook her hand with mine, which was made more difficult by the handcuffs. Awkward smiles were exchanged by the both of us, and we ended up messaging each other online, and awkwardly discussing life and such. Anyway, you all know where this goes, and there are no sexy or kinky parts, so I’ll skip ahead. I send her a message on Her, literally the worst dating app, but the dating pool is nice. Basically asking her if she wanted to have sex sometime.
She doesn’t reply, which is a little bit disappointing, but we end up meeting at a friend’s dinner and end up flirting pretty heavily. She was wearing this yellow summer dress with these cute white sandals, and I had a black flowy thin top on that always ended up exposing one of my bra straps with some mid length tan shorts and shoes not worth mentioning. We fucking played footsie, it was pretty juvenile and great. She talks about how she “literally” just moved in to a new apartment on the same street I live on near campus. So instead of walking back, I ask her for a ride, which she is happy to give. A question about my last message gets an embarrassed laugh, and after getting back, I move a little bit closer, sort of probing at her personal space but still at a comfortable distance, and I ask her if I was interpreting signals correctly. She says in a little bit of a meek tone that she thinks so, and we end up kissing a little under fifty feet away from Miss’ bedroom window. I tell June I need to grab a bag and she waits for me on the porch. While we head upstairs, a text gets shot off, telling her I won’t be home tonight. I checked it later the next morning and saw she replied with “yeah I could tell”
When we got up to her apartment, everything was in boxes. She found the sheets and gave them to me to put on while she went to the bathroom.
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She sat next to me on the bed, and was pulled closer so her legs hung over mine. While she wasn’t the best kisser, her lips were incredibly soft. A hand was placed on her thigh, almost at the knee, and waited for her to part her legs a bit before teasingly moving lower, only to back off, moving a bit lower and with more pressure each time. Of course I would frustrate her by alternating feeling the rest of her body, never letting my hand grow to attached to a spot before moving back home. And how couldn’t I. She has the most fantastic everything really, just not muscular enough to be soft, but underneath doesn’t give any give so it is great for manipulating.
During this, I started talking to her about what she wanted and further worked her up by biting her earlobe, neck and shoulders. I left such wonderful bruises. Her breathing began to build up, and she squirmed a bit. I pulled her tight against me and whispered in her ear that I knew her secret, that she was a depraved little slut that needed someone to own her, to use her, to remind her what she was, hoping to work her up to the point of madness.
When she couldn’t take any more of it, the dress was scrambled out of and she laid back on the bed expectantly. This is when the bag came out. I tied her hands together and leaned up against her, making sure that she felt how hard I was against her, and placed a clothespin on her nipple. She made a soft little “oh” while I explained what things to look out for, to make sure everything was safe, but by the time I had finished she was struggling. I asked her if she would like them removed, and a quick squeak of “yes please” led to them being gingerly pulled off. She apologized, saying they weren’t her thing, while I removed my clothes except for my panties, and reassured her that there were plenty of other ways to make her suffer that she was more than okay with.
Her reply, “Thank you Master” was something that was swiftly corrected. I grabbed her hair and used it to manipulate her over my lap, rubbing and squeezing her ass, while I explained to her that I had not given her permission to call me by a pet name, and that to top it off, “Master” was a masculine title. I helped her dig her grave a little bit deeper, twisting her words around while starting to spank her, gently at first, alternating between different patterns and rigidity while listening to her breathing, her body, her stutters and stammers as she struggled to either get away or grind against my leg. At the end she was told to call me Miss or Ma’am if anything, and that I would remind her more harshly next time. I moved her down onto her back, and kissed and licked my way from her neck, to breasts, down lower, giving her hips a kiss, softly nibbling on her thighs while I ground my palms into the bones on the front of her hips, grabbing the inside and massaging. (This feels very good if done right, I don’t have a large enough sample size but so far both cis and trans women have liked it pretty consistently.) I move back for a second, and she moves her legs up to allow for better access. I lick my way up from her ass to her clit, taking her in my mouth, and do my best to suck her off. I move up to be side by side with her again, grab my vibe, and go to work on her clit, running the tip under and on the ridges of her glans while having a handful of hair and using my mouth to play with her neck and whisper dirty little things in her ear. I’m grinding against her leg to show her how much I appreciate her gasps and moans, and occasional complements to the vibrator’s manufacturer. I then show her the next setting. And the next. And the next. Much to her taking the lord’s name in vain
She tells me she has changed her mind, that she wants anal. (old timey, humorous music plays as she runs out, hands still tied, into her living room, trying to open boxes and eventually finds lube and condoms, and some other goodies, like plugs to stretch her with) I tie her hands to the headboard, and quickly throw on some premade prusik single columns to get her legs spread up. I show her the front pouch of my bag, full of condoms and lube, and she laughs and goes on an obviously fake tirade about how she hates me. I grab a towel from the box and grab her waist, lifting her up so I can get it under her. I lube her up and lay a plug against her, pushing it in gently while asking her about the angle, her replying amongst further allegations of my evildoing.
Her gone face came pretty quickly. I gently started stroking the plug in and out while playing with her breast and rolling her nipple with my other hand. She moaned in time with the thrusts going in, and begged me to fuck her. I tell her I’m already fucking her with the plug. It makes a wonderful wet sound as she starts to buck her hips into it, and I remove it for a second to hear her express the emptiness in frustrated whining. Starting again, I pushed it back into her, immediately being given enough thanks and praise to make up for the whole of my childhood. I fuck her more roughly, putting pressure upwards in the hope of grinding into her prostate, as she becomes more of a blubbering mess. I continue until her whimpering and begging between moans becomes sufficiently pathetic for me to relent.
Despite already stretching her out and lubing her up, the whole me penetrating her thing doesn’t really work out. I untie her and make sure everything is okay. She goes to the bathroom and I brush my teeth in the kitchen sink, before going to bed cuddling, me being the big spoon for the first time in forever. I talk too much with questions about what she liked and didn’t to the point that she becomes annoyed, but she liked it enough to invite me back a second time, and it looks like it’s going to become a weekly thing, so I’m excited to have a long term sub to practice my art on.
So that’s my first erotic story, very faithful to the original with some minor liberties including name change, how do you like it? What can I improve?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ugjvr/ffmtf_unexpected_interest_slow_buildkinktender