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horny blog

@catgirlhornyblog

horny // trans

Hi!

Our body is 19 years old. DNI if you're under 18 (Yes, kids, I see you, this means you!). TERFs can fuck off. We're a dissociative system of 180 or so (we don't really know). Body is AMAB trans girl.

Consent is important! We may be into cnc but it’s cnc for a reason. Always practice safe, consensual (unless consensually not) sex. Kinks are kinks. This blog is for fantasy. Just cause I have fantasies of getting kidnapped and forced to be someone’s sexual slave doesn’t mean I actually want that to happen.

DNI if: you are a terf, MAP, bigot of some variety, sissy blog, or user/supporter of the disney deer files.

Follows from @jupiter--system.

Major Blog Users -

Nicole - she/her - 20 - sexual alter - taken

Allie - she/her - 19 - host/protector - taken

Heron - she/her - 33 - protector - taken

Violet - she/her - 26 - protector/persecutor - single

Morphine - she/they - 19 - former persecutor - taken

Cinder - he/him - 18 - caretaker - single

Maiko - she/her - 19 - sexual alter - taken

We reblog hypnokink and related posts. There may be triggering kinks in here. We’re not responsible for what you do or do not see. This blog is for us to use and to give our partners so that they can see what we’re into. That’s it.

Explicitly anti-Disney Deer Files.

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Uh oh, looks like somebody failed their morning beauty inspection! You know what that means girls, our little princess here gets to spend a week getting up early so our cosmetic team can help her look her best before class! …Oh don’t give me that look dear, it’ll be fun. Besides, if you really hate it that much we can always make it permanent and save you the trouble. I’m sure you’ll look adorable strapped down and given a muscle relaxant while the girls pick your eyeshadow color for the rest of your life. What do you think, blue or black?

Sometimes when clients are brought in by their girlfriends for their feminization, what the girlfriend wants and what the client wants doesn’t quite match up. In these cases a full brainwashing isn’t usually necessary if the client accepts their need to be a girl, but steps do need to be taken to fit them to their girlfriend’s expectations, which are of course much more important than the client's. This is where it’s extremely useful to set our patented PsychoHelms to “scramble” to confuse, relax, and generally render clients accepting of whatever we have planned for them~.

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this description of a head scrambling helmet is everything <3 i think i just need it locked around my head every few days to deal with that indecisiveness and insecurity i always have ... get nice and confused and docile and subservient~

Every few days isn’t nearly enough, you strike me as a ‘daily’ type of gal. Did you want that with or without the makeover, gorgeous?

horniness aside smelling someone's scent (that I like & trust etc.) is one of the most relaxing sensory experiences possible. there's just something so grounding abt getting a whiff...

Currently fantasizing about the idea of having a trigger that causes me to drop into trance whenever someone tugs or pulls my hair.

Just having someone firmly tug or pull on my hair and whisper "drop~" as I fall back and drop into trance is just hhhhhhhhh such a hot idea 💕

Kelly Makes an Effort

Kelly really did try to wake up. For Britney’s sake, if nothing else, she forced her heavy eyelids to open and struggled to keep them open while Master bent the willowy young blonde over and caressed her throbbing cunt until she was mewling and whimpering and begging to submit. From her vantage point on the ground, Kelly could actually see Britney’s pussy lips clenching in a desperate desire for the sex she had to know would break her, just as close and as vivid as she could see Master’s cock straining with the urge to plunge into Britney’s soaking hole and crumble her will to powder forever. Just like he’d already done with Kelly weeks ago. Kelly felt a sympathetic ache between her thighs as she watched it all happen.

It would have been so easy to get lost in the sight, to simply shut down and let her eyes glaze over and allow her stare to focus on Master’s stiff prick until she zoned out completely, but Kelly kept reminding herself that she had a duty to Britney in all this. It was Kelly, after all, who invited her best friend on this vacation, carefully concealing the secret truth of Master’s presence at the resort and artfully arranging their meeting under the precise conditions that would make Britney the most vulnerable to Master’s hypnotic seduction. Kelly was responsible for Britney’s subjugation every bit as much as Master was, and now that they were at the culmination of her surrender Kelly knew she had a duty to do more than just watch it happen. Because….

Because Kelly knew exactly what Master would make Britney into, if he was allowed to give her the good hard fucking she was begging for in her mesmerized state. He would use that pleasure to train Britney, giving the leggy blonde the best sex of her life and then bringing her back into that memory any time she tried to resist his suggestions. Before long her independence would gradually wither and atrophy into uselessness in the face of that constant promise of pure rapture, until it seemed so natural to obey him that she never even thought to question it anymore. It was what he’d already done to Kelly herself, a stunning truth she only fully realized when she was watching it happen to another woman just inches away.

And she had to… she had to do something about it. Even though Kelly could feel the undertow of trance tugging at her mind, making her facial muscles go slack with stupefied bliss and her eyes go glassy with the constant memory of being fucked exactly the way Britney was about to be fucked, Kelly knew she couldn’t just zone out and give up and become a passive observer to her best friend’s enslavement. She couldn’t simply watch that cock push its way between Britney’s labia, wriggling its way in while the hypnotized blonde moaned and whimpered and gave in to Master’s inevitable dominance. This was too important to simply slip away and let things happen. She… she needed to, she knew she needed to….

Kelly reached out. She took her Master’s cock and guided it carefully into Britney’s cunt. Only when it was buried fully inside did she finally let out a sigh of pure ecstasy and reach down to finger herself while she watched the man who owned her fuck her best friend into obedience.

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those muffled little “mhm’s” when i ask a girl if she likes having my boobs in her mouth while she touches herself, feeling myself getting wetter. stroking her hair and calling her mommy’s good girl as i lead her other hand down my panties 💖💞💗💘💓