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Image 1 — [M4M] "Straight" Brown Boi Seeking Dominant BWC to Turn Me Into Your Weak, Dumb Sissy (Feminization & Total Submission; see text below)
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[M4M] "Straight" Brown Boi Seeking Dominant BWC to Turn Me Into Your Weak, Dumb Sissy (Feminization & Total Submission; see text below)

DMs open for all kinds of kinky roleplay! I love plots where I gradually get dominated and feminized over a long-term scenario, with a good mix of story and smut. I listed a few of them down below. Can't wait to hear from all the alphas in this sub 😉

The Roommate’s Secret

"I answered your ad for a roommate because the rent was dirt cheap. Should’ve known better. The first night, you ‘accidentally’ swapped my body wash with yours—something floral, something that left my skin too soft. My laundry came back wrong: my jeans too tight, my shirts suddenly clinging to a chest that wasn’t mine anymore. You’d leave little notes on my pillow: ‘Drink your tea before bed. Doctor’s orders.’ I laughed it off. Until I stopped laughing. Until my voice cracked mid-argument, my hips swayed when I stormed out of the room, and my reflection in the mirror started looking like a stranger. Now you pick my outfits—lace, silk, things that make me whimper when I see myself. You braid my hair when I’m ‘being difficult’ and call it ‘grooming.’ The lease runs out in two months. I don’t even remember what my old name sounded like."

The Debt

"I borrowed money from you. A mistake. You didn’t want it back in cash. You wanted it back in flesh. The first payment was a kiss on your boot. The second was a night in a dress. The third was a syringe of something that made my skin flush and my thoughts slow. Now I’m on my knees every Friday, paying my ‘debt’ with my mouth, my body, my mind. You’ve got the contract, my signature, and a video of me begging for more. The interest compounds daily. I don’t think I’ll ever be square."

The Training Camp

"I signed up for your ‘elite training camp’ to get disciplined. Instead, you disciplined me into something else. Day one: ‘Uniform check.’ The shorts were too short, the top too tight. Day two: ‘Nutrition plan.’ The shakes tasted like strawberries and surrender. Day three: ‘Attitude adjustment.’ That’s when the spankings started. The hypnosis tapes. The ‘rewards’ for good behavior—like letting you paint my nails or braid my hair. Now I march in heels, salute with a curtsy, and the only thing I’m elite at is obeying you."

The Reverse Mentorship

"You were the new hire—fresh-faced, ambitious, and way too interested in ‘learning from me.’ I should’ve been flattered. Instead, I mocked your ‘lack of experience.’ Then you started ‘returning the favor.’ ‘For professional development,’ you said. The first ‘lesson’ was wearing a skirt to the office ‘to understand diversity.’ The second was ‘stress management’—pills that made my hands shake and my mind fog. The third was ‘team bonding’—hypnosis sessions where you’d whisper, ‘You’re so much prettier like this.’ Now I’m your assistant in every way that matters. I fetch your coffee in stockings. I take notes on my knees. And when HR asks why I’m always blushing, you just smile and say, ‘He’s very dedicated to his growth.’"

The Poker Bet

"We played poker. I lost. You didn’t take my money. You took my manhood. The first bet was a handjob. The second was a week in your guest room, wearing your sister’s old clothes. The third was a month of ‘treatment’—hormones in my coffee, hypnosis while I slept. Now I’m your live-in sissy, your ‘good girl’ when you’re home, your ‘shy little intern’ when we’re out. You’ve got the signed IOU. My body. And the worst part? I’d bet it all again just to see you smile."

The Clinic

"I came to your clinic for a routine physical. You gave me a ‘full workup.’ The first shot was for ‘stress.’ The second was for ‘testosterone imbalance.’ The third was for ‘behavioral correction.’ Now I’m your favorite patient—the one who doesn’t flinch when you measure my waist, my hips, my obedience. You’ve got my chart labeled ‘Progressing as expected.’ I’ve got a collar, a new name, and a prescription for more. The nurse asks when I’m due for my next appointment. I just giggle and say, ‘Whenever Daddy says.’"

The Stepfather’s Downfall

"I married his mom thinking I’d be the man of the house. Instead, I became his project. It started with ‘accidents’—my shaving cream replaced with hair removal cream, my coffee laced with something that made my chest burn and my mind fog. Then came the ‘lessons.’ He’d corner me in the hallway, press me against the wall, and whisper, ‘You’d look so much prettier with lipstick, Dad.’ Now I’m the one in her old dresses, my nails painted, my hair long and braided, my voice a whimper when he calls me ‘a good girl.’ His friends laugh when they visit, slapping my ass and asking, ‘Who’s the real woman of the house now?’ And the worst part? I don’t even fight it anymore."

Daughter’s Boyfriend

"I thought he was just some punk kid dating my daughter. Then I caught him going through my things. ‘Just borrowing your cologne, sir,’ he said with that smirk. The next day, my coffee tasted off. My muscles ached. My mind felt… slow. Now he ‘helps’ me get dressed in the mornings—picking out my panties, styling my hair, reminding me to ‘take my meds.’ My daughter just giggles and says, ‘Dad, you’re so much nicer now.’"

The Rival’s Cheerleader

"You were the star quarterback. I was the cocky team captain who thought I owned the field. Then you ‘accidentally’ spiked my Gatorade with something that made my body betray me. The next game, my voice was higher. My uniform didn’t fit. The coach benched me for ‘distracting the team.’ You pulled me into the locker room, tossed a cheerleader’s skirt at my feet, and said, ‘Since you can’t play with the men, you’ll cheer for them.’ Now I’m on the sidelines, pom-poms in hand, my ass still sore from where you ‘taught me the routines.’ The crowd cheers when I flip my hair. You cheer loudest of all. Especially when I ‘accidentally’ drop to my knees in front of you."

The Colony

"You were the governor. I was just another ‘native’ in your territory. Then you decided I needed ‘civilizing.’ The first ‘treatment’ was a shot for ‘disease prevention.’ The second was a ‘uniform’—a dress, stockings, heels. The third was a collar. Now I’m your ‘houseboy,’ serving tea in a maid’s outfit, my skin bleached from your ‘medicine,’ my mind wiped from your ‘lessons.’ You tell the other officers I’m ‘grateful for the education.’ The truth? I scream into my pillow every night. But no one comes. No one cares."

My kinks: feminization, hypnosis, hormones, gradual transformations, mental changes, breast expansion, ass expansion, manipulation, humiliation, outfit control, dub-con/non-con, IQ drop, dom/sub, hair (length/style) changes, hair pulling, becoming smaller and/or weaker than you, age regression, younger doms, oral, masculinity/intelligence/dominance drain, musk, tight clothes, spanking, role reversal, mind break, and generally anything that I'm forced to do against my will. Probably some other things as well that aren't coming to mind right now

Limits: necro, vore, gore, bathroom stuff, extreme violence

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

u/RPSissyJane — 1 day ago
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First post here! Hope you girls like this 43 years old Dutch cock. What would you like to do with it?

u/JustBeingMe1982 — 8 days ago

I'm ready for you my Indian girl. These make me feel so hard. You love these, ever been fucked this way?

u/JustBeingMe1982 — 11 days ago
▲ 4 r/wmifsuperiority+2 crossposts

British Indian husbands BWC fantasy West London M4FM

Can't stop thinking about seeing my GP and telling him about not being able to satisfy my wife properly - how i produce very little semen and my concerns about my small penis. Im asked to strip to the waist and am examined. Im asked intimate questions about my wife and told how such a small penis is unlikely to satisfy any woman. I'm then told one remedy could be to take a special medicine - fresh semen from a superior white man. I'm surprised, but am told its proven to work - but it has to be sucked from the source and there are no willing donors. At this point, the GP says he feels sorry for me and offers to help, BUT .. itl only work if he is adequately aroused. He says hell only help if he can see photos of my wife. I reluctantly agree. He tells me to unzip him and get the medicine as he looks at the photos, as I suck he degrades me and humiliates me until he eventually cums.

DM me. Thanks

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u/Glad-Excuse-6835 — 13 days ago