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    started as a caption, became poetry

    I really felt free in this moment. Admittedly it was kind of odd as well. The lingerie and the tightly laced dress pressed against my skin. The layers upon layers of petticoats weight me down and allowed me only to make most delicate steps. Then there was the butt plug, buried deep into my ass pussy. It’s vibrations teasing it mercilessly. And of course the chastity cage, shrinking my dick-let down to a knob. My physical maleness was totally imprisoned in unescapable femininity. But when I corrected the words “my physical maleness” to “my former physical maleness” in my head, I realized that this prison went even further. My former male personality was now a mere passenger in this body. A passenger in a penal transport. Surprisingly we were partners in crime, still sharing. But I was boss and decided who get’s which part of the loot. I basked in the beauty of this dress, while he got to feel humiliated to the bones being stuck in it. He got to suck up the pain having your bum stuffed to it’s limit while I glowed in the waves of pleasure it sent rippling through my body. And the more we feed this inequality, the more intense one of us experienced his side, the more intense was the total experience. She must have seen this now freed me. Trapped in a pathetic veneer of masculinity. She knew that, to free me she had to release me from my captor.  And she had the poetic instinct, that the best way to do so, was not to destroy him, but to artistically reverse our positions. The more girly I get, the stronger he gets as well. Only to tighten his own restraints ever more himself. For his crimes against me, she has found him guilty and sentenced him to imprisonment for life. Serves him right. I think, as I revel in the power of my freedom and give myself a glance in the mirror. Serves me right. He thinks, as he is startled by being unable to recognize the face he sees looking back as his own. It makes me realize, that he needs more punishment. A smile touches my lips as I think: And I have just the right idea for that.
     
      Posted on : Jan 14, 2024
     

     
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