Thinking About How Badly I Need Someone To Tie Me Down And Force Me To Just Take Whatever They Want

thinking about how badly i need someone to tie me down and force me to just take whatever they want

edging? yes please

overstimulation? god, i need it

just need to forget everything for a while and have someone else make all the decisions

The fact that someone isn't pinning me down and sinking their teeth in my neck and calling me a good boy is very disappointing :[

Very agreed, need to have a collar put on me like, rn

boys with collars on...... rb if u agree

What the fuck it lives

Yeah, I'm posting for the first time in a century, been on T for about a month now, which is pretty swag. Still no idea what the fuck this blog is though lmao

Here's an introduction post I guess? Just call me Kitten, I'm a transgender man and I use he/him they/them or it/its pronouns. I don't really know what to title this weird little blog of mine but it's mostly just gonna revolve around my fantasies and probably a lot of short story writing pertaining to them. As far as the...audience? I guess? I don't really know what to call anyone who stumbles across this blog to be honest, but I have no preference for who interacts, all I ask is respect of my gender and pronouns and any triggers I may share.

First Writing Thing (Sort of a hurt/comfort/reassurance thing I wrote for myself) CW for Small PTSD Attack and hints to SA Trauma

(Gender Neutral)

I felt the familiar nausea and pain creeping into my chest, I tugged a little at my shirt and they understood what was happening. "Kitten, is it okay if I touch you?" They asked gently, I gave a slight nod, still feeling the nauseous panic but trusting them to not hurt me. They gently pulled me closer to them until I was in their lap, softly humming as they stroked my hair and then whispering softly "You're safe here, Kitten, I promise he can never hurt you again, you're safe" their words were soothing and helped me to calm down just the slightest bit, nuzzling against them a little. "I'm sorry, I ruined it again, I really thought I was ready this time-" I choked out, tears pricking my eyes and softly falling down my face and onto their legs. They gently tilted my chin so I was looking into their eyes "You didn't ruin anything, Kitten, you tried and you're not ready and that's okay, I don't need sex, or anything sexual at all, in order to love you" They gently stroked my cheek and I leaned into it making them smile softly. "I'm still sorry" I breathed out quietly "I feel like you deserve more than someone who's been-" I looked down and away from them as I whispered softly "damaged, used, broken" They sighed and sternly said "Kitten, you are none of those things, and you are so much more than what happened to you, so please don't base your self worth on what that selfish bastard did to you, okay?" I nod, feeling exhausted and cried out as they gently pet my hair once more as I let out a small yawn. "Alright, bed time sleepy kitty" They say gently as they hand me one of my stuffed animals and pull the covers back enough for us to slip inside, them first and then me right after, face pressed against their chest and curled up in a little ball, eyes drifting shut to a final "Goodnight Kitten, love you"