The Femdom Doctor's Humiliating Prescription: 'Wear makeup, dress as a woman, become a sissy faggot slut'

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The boy still flailed and tears were running down his face but Matt kept his rapid pace up for about 15 minutes. Pushing deep inside with every stroke, aligning his bowels for the life of a faggot rape toy. You see slut? This is what you get when you're a dirty faggot. From now on you're gonna be just a rape toy. You're just some meat for us to use now." I so want to be a sissy......have been dressing ala solo for years need to share with someone that would appreciate the feminine me Bruce told Jill that he ran an entertainment agency and offered her a chance to audition. Excited at the prospect of work, but also wary, Jill asked if the “position” would involve prostitution. She didn’t want to do that. Bruce stood up angrily, shouting that she had asked a stupid question and he wasn’t going to help her. As he stormed off, Jill ran after him and begged him to reconsider, promising that she would ask no more questions. Bruce relented and invited her into his car, where he blindfolded her.

Criminalization of sex work, she argues, protects predators like Bruce and others who commit acts of rape, violence, or even murder against prostitutes. As a consensual sex worker, Jill was able to screen her clients to weed out the dangerous ones, which allows some level of protections against predators. Though her experience as a sex worker wasn’t pleasant, it was nothing like life as a slave. Vince slapped the slut hard in the face to prove his point. He got up and walked up behind his brother.I went out into the streets,” she says. “I spent all my money at an arcade on 'Pacman' and 'Space Invaders.' Then I realized that I had no money for food. That’s when the enormity of being homeless really hit.” It was an off-handed comment that I ignored at first, but then later asked her to elaborate on what she meant. She talked about the different components of gender transition: social, medical, and surgical. I may not be dressing publicly in women’s clothes or asking people to recognize me as female, and I certainly don’t have any surgeries planned, but medical transition is just hormone therapy, which I’m now months into. Therefore, I am medically transitioning. Her argument was logical, but I still resisted it.

I’ve added the anti-depressant to my worryingly large collection of medication, though it’s too early to know what effect it will have. If there’s an obvious improvement in my mood, I might still decide that hormones are an unnecessary treatment, but that seems unlikely. My skin is softer, I think. Softness isn’t exactly something you can measure, so this may just be a placebo effect, but it seems like the veins on my legs and forearms are less visible. I got carded when buying alcohol for the first time in years. Then it happened again the next day. I’m 36 years old. The most unexpected thing, and maybe the most welcome, is that I smell better. I can now go 2 or 3 days between showers and not notice. Before, my hair would get really greasy, so I would have to wash it every morning even if I took a shower the night before, otherwise it would start looking stringy and gross before the end of the work day. Now I just wash it when I shower and it’s fine.I haven't in a long time, but would love to be dresed again and on y knees in front of a man or sissy As I came to know her over the years, to enjoy her dry sense of humor, her keen intelligence, her blunt manner of speaking that forces you to take off every mask, I learned the other side of her story too. Her real story is not a tragedy. It is a lesson of redemption and courage, second chances and taking chances. Above all, it is a story of empowerment. I have had relationships with some men and I have tried to be feminine (I feel like a woman!) behaving with gentleness and availability. I never felt the need to wear myself as a whore. Jill was bound, gagged, suspended from a beam by her wrists, raped and beaten. Afterwards, Bruce, breathing heavily from the effort, informed Jill that she was now his slave. She would work for him as a submissive for sadistic clients. Then he untied her wrists and left her crumpled on the floor.

Just try his pussy, bro. Guess you'll find out. He might not have a real pussy but he really is a girl, being such a slut." Lately, I've lost weight and I'm trying to be more attractive. I realize, however, that my body is very aged and little and I can do nothing. What followed was a grueling six weeks of “training” to ready Jill for her clients. In a special dungeon, Bruce put Jill through sensory deprivation exercises. I felt very confused and alone,” she recalls. “I was in a world where I didn't know anyone, had no particular place to go or any real idea of how to rebuild my life. I was also terrified because I thought it might be another trap set by Bruce.”Ann Coulter and Isaiah Washington may want to take note of Josh Kilmer-Purcell‘s new column in Out. Fed up with the miscommunication and inappropriate faggot flinging, the homo-journo’s penned an uproarious satire on the ins and outs of befriending bent boys (extreme example pictured). Jill was born in New Hampshire during the '60s, the daughter of a prominent, middle-class family with ties to the local school board. But secrets seethed beneath the family’s respectable exterior. Jill was raped for the first time at 5 years old when she wandered unknowingly into a bedroom during a sex act between her mother and her mother’s boyfriend. Enraged, her mother offered the boyfriend the opportunity to penetrate her daughter. She told him it was a punishment, and to make it hurt. He was happy to accommodate. Later, the boyfriend decided that little Jill was an exciting fringe benefit and continued to rape her with her mother’s full knowledge and consent. People think all sex workers are victims, or they are really messed up or abused because otherwise they wouldn’t be selling their bodies,” she says. “But that’s not true. My life as a sex worker was boring and normal. It’s a job like any other. The only difference is that because you have no legal protections, there are certain risks involved.”

In 1996, Jill wrote a response to a male commentator online who accused all runaways of being drug addicts who didn’t want to live under their parents’ rules. Her reply caught the attention of a woman who worked at a shelter for runaways and Jill was invited to Portland, Oregon. There, she was encouraged to tell her story. I met Jill Brenneman in 2011 at a conference for sex workers in Asheville, North Carolina. Standing behind a podium ironically flanked by crosses, the tall redhead delivered a presentation so spellbinding that the audience seemed to breathe and gasp in unison. Her story of brutal rape, of slavery, of dungeons, of "50 Shades of Grey" bondage gone horribly awry, was so dark and harrowing that one wondered how she had even survived, much less summoned the strength to stand before us. That,s for me, too! I would adore to cuddle up with one like that, and give him, well, just give him!

Jill began staking out cafés, where she would snatch sandwiches and run. She ate out of dumpsters and slept in the cemetery where police wouldn’t bother her; the sprinkler system provided a way to get clean. She was lonely, unhappy and overwhelmed. Then Bruce walked into her life. One of the most common mistakes, Kilmer-Purcell says, stems – um – straight from sissy salutations: To his wonder not too much liquid spilled out of the slut at all as he pulled out, although Matt saw his belly was bulging just a little.