For whatever reason it seems I’m one of those trannys who, when you finally meet me, you feel comfortable enough with to try something completely new and different. Maybe it’s because I’m a good listener. And once I know where the common ground lies, what parameters we can agree upon, and what the stakes are; it’s ‘all systems go’ on my end. Case in point? RAPE. / But wait a second. Before you start letting your mind take a nose dive into the gutter over that dreadful little four-letter word, I want to clarify that I’m talking pure fantasy here, folks. I run a tight ship, and anything that happens between two ore more consenting adults in my world leaves no room for victimization. With that understatement out of the way, let’s get down to brass tacks. / When a women plays the submissive role in such wild psychodrama, they generally refer to it as “ravishment“. Has Nicole Dupre ever played that particular role? Ummm, ‘been there, done that, was slipped some ruffies, can’t remember’. 
But when you gentlemen indulge in such kinkiness, it’s rather bluntly called a rape fantasy. And to date, so many of you have allowed me to unlock “Pandora’s Box” that I must admit to being rather flattered and honored. Truth be told, I love-love-love to make reserved and not-so-reserved gents squirm and sweat. And, not to blow my own trombone but, I’m extremely good at it too. When I have you face down? With my hand firmly gripped on your neck? lol Well… lol… my lips tremble just a little with glee for a fraction of second. It’s not that I don’t already know I’m the alpha shemale who your mothers warned you about. But when the realization hits you that you’ve been caught in my hypnotic web, I get rock-hard with sheer predatory lust. Face down and pressed against the floor, you are mine. And I almost… lol… almost… lol… I almost want to warn you that it’s going to happen in a second or two. But I don’t. I just can’t. Because I know it’s what you need, my love. And it may hurt a little. But that’s always how strong medicine is. Isn’t it, dear? A bit unpleasant on the way down? But that’s how Mother cures you of what ills you. And you will thank me, and even cry a tad, for just a little MORE.
