u/xSuccubus_Bunnyx

Since y’all liked the last texts, here’s something I texted her while ago 💖

Okay but what if I told you we were gonna have a cute date. Like and I got you excited for it all day and I told you to come over to my house all dressed cute. Pretty little sundress or a cute little skirt and top. And then I open the door and pull you by the hair inside. Push you onto the couch and wrap some cuffs around your wrists and ankles. Then I bite and slap you until you make those hot little noises for me. I tell you what a stupid cunt you are for thinking I’d take you on a date. Tell you I’m a chaser afterall, I’m not going to be seen in public with you. Reach between your legs and stroke that pretty girlcock of yours and tell you that if it wasn’t for this and your breedable ass I’d have nothing to do with you. Scratch you down your back and pull your hair while I slip inside you because god knows your greedy little fuckhole will take me so eagerly. Start railing your ass while I ask aren’t tgirls supposed to be really slutty and desperate. Who is going to care that I treat you like this. Nobody cares when a transgirl gets treated rough. Transgirls are a porn category, not people. You’re unrapable, you exist to be fucked and objectified. I’d take that wand and press it to your girlcock and tell you I’m gonna reprogram you into being a better tgirl who can cum from getting raped. That you should be lucky a cis girl is even touching you, since clearly you can’t even be a good enough tranny to be straight too. You’re supposed to be on your knees pleasing men but instead you have to have a superior woman teaching you how to be a girl. I’d tell you that’s why it’s so important you take my strap over and over and over. And we make sure your little pussy gets bred over and over. Your body is just porn. You’re just porn. Your body is the ONLY thing of value about you. And so we better make sure you learn how to cum or else you’ll be set up for a miserable fucking existence. You’re not even a high class of porn stars, trannies like you have to scrape the bottom of the barrel. You have to do fucked up shit to make a fraction of the pay. That’s why you have to get fucked like this and learn to like it. Just keep railing your ass and degrading you and stroking you and vibing you until you explode everywhere. And then I make you lick up your fucking mess like a nasty porn star.

She said “Why do you have to be so hot, like it’s kinda crazy.”

“Fucking with that smooth brain of yours is so fun. Sinking my teeth into your mind is so yummy. [Your Name] is my favorite dish.”

“So cute sushi date when?”

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How would you respond? 🥰

I want to know that secret kink you have. That fantasy. That fetish. What dirty scenarios keep playing in your head. When you’re alone at night and you type into that search bar, what are you looking for?

I like it better when it’s strange. When it’s frowned upon. When it’s humiliating. When it’s taboo. When you can’t tell anyone else.

Because I’ll give it to you.

I’ll make all those fantasies in your head come to life. I’ll figure out what makes you tick. I’ll say the things you’ve always wanted to hear. Play out the scenes you’ve always wanted to act in. Give you that height of pleasure and ecstasy that you only dreamed you could ever experience.

Because I want your lust.

People do incredible things out of lust. Amazing, incredible, dangerous, stupid, and awful things. Those horny thoughts can do quite a number on you. They tempt your hand lower, don’t they? They make you go to that search bar each night, don’t they? They even have you reading this right now, don’t they? Your lust already controls you.

So let me give you what you crave so badly. I want to make your head spin. Delirious and drunk on carnal desire. Let me give it to you. And then you’ll never want me to take it away. If I give you that taste, that beautiful, amazing, mouth-watering taste. That taste that you thought you’d never get to have…

How far would you be willing to go to keep getting it?

To get more?

Lust makes people do incredible things. Amazing, incredible, dangerous, stupid, and awful things.

Could it make you do things?

How far would you go?

I don’t think you know yet. And that’s great. I’m sure you won’t go too far. You won’t. Don’t worry. I’ll be so perfect for you. I’ll be your dream come true. Because it doesn’t matter what it is. What I need to give you. Because all that matters is what you give me control over afterwards.

All I want is your lust.

CW: extremely transphobic, homophobic, kink shaming (some context: partner is trans but still closeted and egg, she used to say she was just a sissy and/or a femboy. Had been sent to conversion therapy at one point for being caught with girl clothes which was assumed to be a fetish and/or a sign she was a gay man. Scene is super transphobic but in a fucked up way gender affirming)

It was a quiet, slow morning after partying the night before. I went to pick her out a cute set of pink silky pajamas that really functioned more as lingerie for her to lounge around in the house with before I began bossing her around for the day. But seeing how it fell over her curves and complemented her small frame, my hands found their way onto her and before she knew it I was pinning her to the bed.

“Aw,” I said as my fingers slid down to her crotch and I could feel how hard she was, “is my dolly a little turned on?”

She blushed and looked away.

I laughed, “It’s the clothes isn’t it, you little sissy. Wearing women’s clothes gets you so hot doesn’t it? It’s so humiliating isn’t it?” I started to pull her legs over my shoulders and pull her silky bottoms up just enough to grope her ass. “Just a perverted little fetishist, huh? You’re even dressed like a fucking sissy. A little pink, satin sissy, huh?”

She shook her head, but bit her lip. Knowing anything she said would get used against her.

I got my strap-on ready and pushed myself inside her as I held her ankles up to my ears. “Stupid, fucking sissy. What’s got you so turned on, huh? Those pink, silky clothes? Isn’t that the shit that gets you going? It’s the clothes isn’t it? Or are you worse?”

I pushed her legs forward and leaned my weight down, pressing her thighs against her stomach as I stroked in and out of her. She was desperately grabbing at the sheets as I fucked her, gasping and moaning.

“You want to be a girl all the time don’t you? You aren’t a little sissy fetishist, are you? You’re a little faggot, huh?”

I watched her roll her eyes and started to slam into her harder.

“You’re moaning like a slut! It’s the clothes, right? And that I’m treating you like a slutty girl? How fucking humiliating. Unless you are a girl? Are you my slutty little t-girl? Dumb, tranny faggot. You are aren’t you? There’s only two options: are you a fetishist or a faggot?”

I started railing her so hard I started to fuck her off the side of the bed and had to pull her back to the center. “Don’t run away from me now.” I barked as I dragged her back to the middle of the bed. I repeated myself over and over. Only two options. Only two options. You have to tell me which one is it? “Are you a fetishist or a faggot, slut? I need to know. Tell me if you’re a stupid sissy or a tranny whore.”

I kept pressing in her, savoring as she would groan and bite her lip and roll her eyes. I dug my nails into her thighs and leaned in close to her, “Tell me, tell me you’re a faggot. Say it while I fuck you. Go on, baby, tell me you’re a faggot while I fuck you.”

I made sure to speed up and grabbed her by the hair as I watched her cover her face and cry out, “I- I’m a faggot!”

“I fucking knew it!” I grinned, “Little, slutty transgirl. Well if you’re a girl I’m gonna help you out. We’re gonna turn this ass of yours into a pussy. And then I’m gonna breed your fucking pussy like the little whore you are.”

I put all my weight onto her and smashed my pelvis into her as I kept battering her. She frantically gripped at the sheets. Even pulling them into her mouth to bite down on. I kept yelling at her to take it, that this is how girls get fucked, telling her that taking dick is all she’s good for, she’s a porn category, not a person. She can’t even be a good tranny and be straight, too stupid to get it right. Now I have to show her how boys fuck because she wouldn’t know.

I fucked her until I was exhausted and sweating, leaving her limp and curled up in the fetal position, breathing heavily. Then I told her to go run a bath.

Sometimes I wonder about you, dolly

I think about you laying in your bed.

When you tell me goodnight. Every night. Wish me sweet dreams.

I wonder if you put your phone aside, lay your pretty head on the pillow. Those long, pretty blonde strands curling around your sweet face and strewn across your pillowcase.

I wonder if your breaths start to slow and your mind starts to wander.

I wonder if you start replaying memories in your head.

Do you replay our memories, dolly?

Do you ever suddenly remember how you had your head in a toilet for me?

Do you ever suddenly remember how you fought back the urge to vomit as you got down on your knees to suck cock for me?

Do you ever suddenly remember that you got black out drunk and didn’t realize that you moaned how much you loved it when I raped you?

Does it make your breathing pick up again? Do you start to feel a knot in your tummy?

In the same place I pointed that knife at you?

Do you toss and turn a little? Do you tell yourself you just can’t get comfy in the bed? While all those delicious memories dance around your head?

Does it ever make you want to cry? That deep down it’s gnawing at you. How much I’ve hurt you. How different you’ve become. Have you noticed it? Have you noticed that you’ve started wearing the clothes I like? Being interested in the things I’m interested in? Wanting the things I want?

Or are you too lovedrunk to notice? I’m so nice to you sometimes, dolly, aren’t I? Does it make it worth it? You told me last time that you really were scared. That you really wanted me to stop. That you really didn’t like it. You don’t want it to happen again, do you, dolly?

But you’re coming back to me, aren’t you? And if I asked you to lay on the bed… if I jingled those cuffs in front of you… if I started to place that blindfold over your face… if I stuffed that gag in your mouth… if you heard that metal blade slipping out of the case…

We both know what you would do, dolly. You begged me to stop. You were shaking. Hyperventilating. You thought I drew blood. You thought I broke skin. I pressed that blade to your neck and you held your breath. It was like the world stopped.

And we both know what you would do, dolly.

Do you feel sick? Deep down? Do you know it’s wrong? Do you know it’s getting worse? It’s only getting worse.

When I met you, you only had done missionary with that sweet girl that wanted to marry you.

Do you remember when I locked you in that cage with that blindfold on? Letting any stranger touch you wherever. You still don’t know who any of them were. And you told me in that soft, little sweet voice afterwards: Can I please make you cum, Miss?

You’re getting worse, dolly. You’re sinking lower, dolly. You’re doing things normal girls don’t do. You’re liking things normal girls don’t like. You’re wanting things normal girls don’t want. I tell you that it’s all your fault, that you deserve this. And now I don’t have to hit you until you agree with me. Does that make you want to bury your face in your pillow? Hide yourself from your own thoughts?

Do you remember when I duct taped you to the faucet of my tub and stuffed those piss-soaked panties in your mouth before taping that shut too?

And then I took those pictures. I’ve taken lots of pictures of you, dolly. Pictures you don’t want anyone to see. Pictures only I know about. Pictures that expose you. Reveal you. Show you for what you truly are.

Did you remember how I drowned you in that same tub the next day?

And you told me you loved me.

Don’t you know you’re sick, dolly? Don’t you feel sick?

Do you cover yourself with your blankets and think about your phone on your nightstand. You know in the morning you have to tell me good morning when you first wake up. Does your finger ever hover? Do you ever think to yourself, “I should stop. I shouldn’t be doing this. This is bad for me.” Or do you just add your little heart emojis and tell me how you miss me? You’re in too deep to want it to stop, aren’t you?

When you’re hiding your face in bed, gripping the covers tightly, do you tell yourself to focus on the good times. The few and far between. Don’t think about how every time I see you I use your body. Don’t think about how I’ve called you every name under the sun. Sometimes I make you smile. Sometimes I call you pretty. Sometimes I hold you. Usually after I break you. I wrap my arms around you and let you fall into me. I hold you like I simply just found you like this. Not like I’m the one who did it to you. And it’s almost like you fall for it. You grab me tightly. Bury your face in my chest. It feels nice doesn’t it? To have someone hold you after something so bad happened to you.

Do you finally start to drift off with that? Maybe I’ll hold you again soon. Maybe I’ll call you pretty again soon. Maybe I’ll make you laugh and smile and feel happy for a moment. It’s worth it… probably. Just convince yourself the bad things aren’t happening, just for tonight. Just to fall asleep. We can think about them again tomorrow. Tonight, just rest your head. My sick little girl. Good night, dolly.

I was sexting him and dirty talking about how I had made him fuck me with a strap on previously. And I started teasing him for being too small. I had never dirty talked with him about cucking before, but for some reason I just got the urge to say, “I should just call one of your friends so I can finally enjoy myself.”

He seemed truly mortified at the idea. The thought of me fucking one of his friends was not a turn on, so, of course, I kept pressing it.

“How embarrassing! Would you rather me tell them how I feminize you or how much you’d get off on me fucking one of them in front of you?”

He kept insisting that I’ve humiliated him enough, that there’s no need to go that far.

“Mmm, ‘Oh gosh, I know this is a little weird, but [Name] just keeps telling me how much he fantasizes about me having sex with someone in front of him. Would you fuck me, please? It would turn him on so bad.’”

He kept saying how fucked up that would be. “I would rather beg to go down on you and make you feel good than be one of those loser male slaves that gets cucked.”

“Oh really?” I said, “Interesting…”

I told him that since he offered that I would make him prove it. He’s always so shy about talking in bed, especially about speaking up about something he wants. Begging, and begging for that, seemed impossible, but with something so horrifying I wondered if he really would. He knows that I’ve always wanted to hear someone beg to go down on me, which I’m sure is why he thought it was a compelling counter offer.

I told him about how his friends are all dorky losers, I’d bet they jump at the chance to fuck me. And even if they didn’t, they’d never let him live it down that he’s a cuck. “Imagine how much time you could spend eating my pussy when your friends suddenly stop wanting to hang out with you?”

He pleaded. I could have his tongue whenever I wanted. He’d make me feel so much better. He even tried to entertain me, “I mean, that’s really pathetic and humiliating too, right? Being a tongue slave. I’ll be your loser tongue slave.”

I told him to save his begging for when I have the phone number for one of his friends dialed. That if he thinks I wouldn’t fuck one of his friends just to ruin his life, that he underestimates me.

He responded, “Sometimes I do get lulled into a false sense of security with you or get used to some of the embarrassment and then you do something exceptionally mean and I remember how fucked I am at any point in time.”

I’m so excited to have a pussy eating servant soon.

I told her to go run herself a bath after I just finished fucking her. And make sure the water isn’t too hot. She still had that pink silky lingerie set on. I made her give me a little dance before she left. I love making her turn herself into eye candy. She went to go run the water and came back for me to kiss and grab her while it was filling up. Once she said it was ready I told her to go to the bathroom.

“Don’t you want me to take my clothes off? For the bath?” She asked.

I told that I could take her clothes off in the bathroom. I followed her in and forced her down to bend over the tub as I eyed the strap-on and lube that I just by happenstance went to wash and leave in the bathroom.

“It’s not too hot, is it?” I asked, as I quietly slipped my cock into the harness with her back turned.

“No,” She answered innocently, “The water’s not too hot, just like you asked.”

“Are you sure, dolly?” I purred as I pushed her hips further against the side of the tub, forcing her arms to plunge into the water.

She just whimpered as my hands started to caress her body.

“You know what’s coming don’t you, dolly? You’re not that dumb are you?” I laughed as I continued to grope her and reached to slide lube onto the strap.

Her hair was falling over her face. So precariously close to the water. Long strands dipping inside and splaying out all pretty as they floated. The ends of her sleeves were wet, as I was pushing her over so hard that her elbows had to bend.

“You know what’s coming, don’t you?” I repeated as I pressed myself against her and then inside her. She just let out those soft moans. Too smart to even try to fight back. Too broken to even think of it.

I watched her face get even closer to the water. Her moans making ripples across the surface. My fingers make their way into her hair and I notice her breath hitch. “You know what’s coming, don’t you, dolly?”

“Take a deep breath.”

I listened for her inhale before I pushed her head down under the surface. The glassy pane of water shattered with soft moans still making their way up from beneath its cover. Up again where she gasped for oxygen. I laughed as I fucked her and held her dripping wet hair, sticking to her face and neck.

“Are you ready, dolly? We’re gonna go down again!” I giggled as I pushed her under. “And up!” I smiled, pulling her head back to the surface, “And down!” I said cheerfully, listening to her desperately claw for air before pressing her head below again.

“Let’s see how long you can hold it for, pretty girl.” I said, yanking her head up to safety again. “Let’s see if we can do 5 seconds.”

Under again. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Deep, relieved breaths as I continued to fuck her. “I think you can go longer than that, that looked too easy.” Down again. 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Her legs were rigid, she was practically hyperventilating every time she got air again. I laughed and told her I was done playing. I pulled out and lifted up her legs, throwing her whole body into the tub. Water crashed everywhere, overflowing the sides as I watched her go limp in her waterlogged clothes. I reached down to pull up the drain and kiss her. Braindead. Ragdolled. Glassy-eyed. Perfect and empty.

“Look what I did to you.” I leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “You love me, don’t you, dolly?”

She nodded slowly. “I love you.”She said between kisses, “I love you.”

The sound of the water slowly swirling down the drain was the only noise in the room other than soft kisses.