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Question: I would be interested to hear about your journeys and how you navigated finding your D/s type. ANSWER: In my experience, it can be an occasionally rewarding, but largely difficult and frustrating journey. But then I guess a lot depends on who you are (I mean, really are as a person and what you expect/seek). At its best is more honest and intimate than anything else I know, but then it can also be hugely intolerant and judgemental too - something of an irony to my mind. There is such a broad spectrum of interests and needs that simple labels - no matter how many there are - are not sufficient. Unless you identify as a victim and ride like flotsam on the tides of kink, it is important to know yourself. If you don't know you, how do you expect anyone else to?? Mine has been a long journey, the most recent insight being that I am an empath, albeit an unusual one. Knowing this now makes so much sense of things in past, both in BDSM and vanilla life. But I know I am still processing it all and have a way to go. I will leave you with two thoughts: Through BDSM, one is made aware of who one truly is. This may not be who they thought they were, who they want to be or even who they think they should be, but it will be them. (and more controversial) Everyone (dominants and submissives) is damaged in some way - not always obviously and often not admitted even to themselves - and this will have bearing on how they contribute to and what they take from BDSM. The links are not simple linear ones, but they are always there. Understanding one's own damage is healthy. Understanding the damage of a potential partner is enlightening. And finally, when you find a place, however brief, you will feel with intensity and know what it is to be alive!
Look, here's the deal.  If you are going to make your first email something like, "On hormones?" or "how is your search going?" or "are you currently owned" i am going to either give you a smartass reply, delete your email and if i am in a mood i will probably block you. So i will make you a promise becaue i know a lot of sub/slaves don't reply and it makes the effort of having written an actual introduction email seem like wasted time.  If you send me an intro email that is more than 2-3 sentences, doesn't demand information of me right off the bat and actually does tell me why you are writing to me in the first place, then I GUARANTEE I WILL REPLY.  100%. I promise.  (not including copy and paste generic messages you send to everyone). Yes.  I get it.  I'm being cunty.  That's okay.  What you need to understand is that I get a bunch of emails every time I log in that have those annoying demands or questions or make zero effort.  So, nothing about those emails makes you stand out from the others.  So I repsond to anyone who puts in just the slightest amount of effort and ignore those who don't.  It's simple.   Also:  by means of an update, obviously I'm not 18 anymore but I'm afraid to update my profile here.  my birthday is January 28th.  So take the age 18 and the year i started my profile here and add a year for every year between now and then and you'll know exactly how old i. am now. Finally, unless you are a really mean, perverted, nasty daddy, you're probably not the right Man for me.  i. am looking to become owned property.  Can i. be Your daughter too?  Sure.  But i. am not looking for a soft dominant.  Unless You see me first as property and chattel, we won't be a match.
Nothing Enters the Room Alone There have been moments when a person touched my hand, or held my gaze a second longer than expected, or said something so simple and kind that the room changed before I had the language to say why. Nothing dramatic.No confession.No promise.No grand scene. Just a moment. And still, something larger entered with it. Not only desire.History. That is the part I have been thinking about. Because it does not matter what first awakens desire. It may be physical.A mouth.A voice.A body moving with ease.A scent that reaches somewhere old before the mind has caught up. It may be mental.A sharp mind.A way of seeing.A sentence that feels like it found you in a room full of noise. It may be emotional.A steadiness.A warmth.A quiet kindness that does not try too hard. It may be something harder to name.A spiritual recognition.A feeling that this person has touched a room in you you thought had gone dark. It does not matter. History still enters the room. That is what makes desire so beautiful.And so dangerous. Because we like to think we are only meeting the person in front of us. Very often, we are also meeting:what they remind us of,what they awaken,what they interrupt,what they promise without meaning to,what they stir that was already waiting underneath the surface. A person can arrive in the present and still open an old door. I know that feeling. A good conversation that feels a little too relieving.A kindness that lands harder than kindness should.A silence that feels safe enough to make the body ache.A certain kind of warmth that does not only feel new, but strangely familiar. That is usually when history has entered. Not because the present is false.Because the present has touched something that was not only waiting to be felt, but waiting to be resolved, repeated, avoided, redeemed, or finally understood. That is the haunting part. We do not come to each other empty. No one does. We come with former lives still echoi…
 128 Basic slave Rules  1. i will serve, obey and please my Master.    2. Above all else my primary focus shall be to please my Master, hoping that He finds me pleasing in all that I do, whether i am in His presence or not. my Master knows of my potential, learning more about me in each day i am with Him. He trusts that i will act in accordance with what He perceives of my potential - He knows what is best for me and how important it is that i set a good example for other females who may be present around me.    3. i will not wear panties, except when i am on my period.    4. i worship my Master's body.    5. The power of my Master fills me with awe. Just the sheer thought of Him or the hearing of His voice gives me strength.    6. To receive pleasure i must earn it.    7. i will not hesitate in my obedience to my Master.    8. i trust my Master: His responsibilities, His skills, His hunger and needs, and His concern for my safety, my emotional, psychological, social, sexual, and physical health.    9. i am nothing more than an of great value - an instrument Master will use to draw out His pleasures.    10. i will ask my Master for permission to satisfy whatever need i have before acting on it.   11. my body and mind are the property of my Master.   12. i must always give thanks to my Master for all i am given immediately after receiving what He has given me, for such things are gifts or privileges granted to me by Him.   13. i must be both specific and explicit in my speech.   14. i will not hesitate when responding to my Master. my focus is important to my growth.   15. i will thank my Master for the discipline and punishments I receive, specifying what i received and expressing the reason as to why i was given them.   16. i have no will of my own other than that which falls within the context of the rule…
ARGHHHHH  It has been a while since I've bothered to write a new entry, but I have looked at end eliminated maybe 100 "female dominant" profiles the past few days".  And a couple of "female dominate" profiles which never cease to amuse me. I've written several to give them advice on why their profiles sucked, and how they could correct them if they ever wanted to have a chance to find a decent guy.  A couple read them and didn't reply. One wrote back and told me off then blocked me for her amusement.  The rest haven't read them.  None of them will listen and none of them will ever find a decent guy.  I keep trying, because maybe one day, one will listen. But this isn't about them.  It's about the 99% of female domme profiles on here who think that merely being female and dominant is enough.  Their profiles say nothing about who they are, other than they are female and dominant and they may have some of the demographics and interests filled out.  It might have a close up of their boobs or feet.  Rarely a face or full body pic.  Because they truly believe that just by procaliming "I am" that they will find the man of their dreams.  The perfect sub/slave(s) of their dreams. And they wonder why their inboxes are always full of men who want to worship her and promise her the world, and who all turn out to be lying assholes.  So they add instructions to their profiles over time, telling the assholes not to contact them or how to behave.  Like a bank putting a sign on its door saying "no bank robbers".  Right.  As the years go by, the profiles get more and more angry and negative.  Some of these women have been here nearly 20 years.  Now if I contact them and suggest they actually write a bio and tell us who they are and what kind of sub they seek and what sort of relationship they want and hint that not doing so is the reason they havent found anyone in however many years, I always …
Update! 3/2022 *** I don't bother to respond to "Hi" "How are you" and similar one liners. I get too many to bother. I'm currently open to and - if not actively - perhaps somewhat lazily (as in waiting for one to fall into My lap) seeking a great second male submissive. I'm open to the RIGHT person and situation. I don't check this site frequently though as I'm busy and it's frankly easier for me to wait for mail to accumulate. I have previously been in and enjoy an mFm hinge type triad and I've had 2 live-in submissives in a relationship. One moved / things happened, what can you do? I like to let relationships develop naturally into whatever they are meant to be, so I'm not saying I'm looking for live-in just that it once worked out well and was a dynamic that suited Me / us. Now, WAIT WAIT WAIT - Don't start writing yet.  In the interest of full disclosure - I already have a collared boy. (Who is NOT bisexual so, there will be no forced bi in my household). He's just not going anywhere. SO! You must be poly or open to exploring poly. I am not the jealous type and I expect that to be true of you as well. If that's not going to work for you and you're looking for long term monogamy - I am NOT the Lady for you. YOU MUST BE: LOCAL or WILLING TO RELOCATE. Sometimes it can work if you're able to travel frequently, and air travel obviously shrinks distances, so this isn't a 'hard limit' ;) ATTRACTIVE & FIT (as in, no stranger to the gym, you know what olympic lifting is, and maybe you even like the occasional crossfit workout. You appreciate words like 'vascularity' and 'striations' and you know how to make a mean protein shake. Brainy AND Brawny - we can figure out the fetish connection and likes/dislikes IF we actually connect on any other level. I don't JUST want to beat the snot out of you, I want to like you, find you intriguing, engaging and attractive...and THEN beat the snot out of you. Just kidding...mostly.  POLY or OPEN to the IDEA of b…
Hello prospective submissive, I'm glad my post caught your eye, I've been looking for my pet slave for quite some time now, and I do hope you are going to be the one to fulfill both of our desires. But first, let me tell you a bit about what I'm truly looking for:I search for a submissive that, from the bottom of her heart, desires a relationship with her dom, her owner. This dynamic, and relationship, would be built upon a foundation of transparant communications, triplicate (physical, mental, and emotional) care, and proven mutual trust. Within this, I expect that my word and intentions are the law by which the submissive is beheld to, for her to surrender, both her control and her worries, completely to me, for I shall be the one to lead and to guide her. I do not mind to start off with long distance, but when the time comes, I would expect for her to be with me, and I have the means to ensure this happens, be it relocation assistance or otherwise.She should expect to have protocols be taught and enforced, be able to execute my instructions in a timely and satisfactory manner, assume basic household duties, engage in pet-play or pet-play adjacent activities, and eagerly look forward to affection in all its forms. Shared hobbies, especially nerdy ones, and deep conversations of whatever topics that graces the mind will be part and parcel for the healthy maintanence of the relationship.Do not mistake my kindness for a lack of structure or lack of the darker side of play, I am more than capable of providing affectionate cruelty with humiliating remarks, sadistic orders, and physical discipline. Ultimately, the shape of the dynamic-relationship will be influenced by the experiences we both share. If any of this resonated with you, and you are someone that places her owner first, I invite you to reach out. I want to learn more about you, and there is no substitute for communication.Do you think you would be the one to catch my eye? I look forward to finding out,Your f…
I was naturally drawn to taking the lead in sex from the very beginning, and exerting control was the first soft kink I ever indulged in. My college girlfriend and I used to make out on the couch all the time. I'd visit her at home with her family, and when it got late, once her parents left the family room for other parts, we'd kiss hot and heavy... meaning that the kisses were hot and her tits were heavy; she was a busty one.     This was obviously before the Internet and knowledge about kink was well hidden in the dark corners of libraries and bookstores and nudie mags, so I didn't even know that what I was doing was a thing or had a term for it. Hell, I was just a kid, but it seemed to me that the best sex I could give her, with her parents in the next room and our clothes still on was to sink my fingers into her drenched pussy, bring her just shy of the perfect orgasm, and then to ruin it, making her fight to cross the finish line. I'd suddenly fuck with the timing as she approached what was about to be a smooth, rewarding vanilla O. She'd be headed in the direction of having the climax she was used to having in her bedroom, late at night while she dreamt of my handsome college boy cock. Just before she hit the peak, as she slapped her hand down on top of mine between her legs to force me into giving her the perfect school girl climax, I quickly showed her who was boss, and I taught her a different way to experience her sex as she fought my strong hand, trying to get me back in rhythm.    I'd be stubborn as hell for the last few seconds of the buildup, and once she burst, I fell still and threw her into one or two seconds of freefall, barely stimulating that tense, confused knob of hers. Then I'd rub her like mad, just like a cheap vibrator, so she would have a sort of surprise orgasm after having given up on it once she has started bucking into my stiff, motionless hand.    Lovingly cruel, I was in total command of that…
Some of us are born to serve.  I sought out alpha males online as a horny porn obsessed boy. One of those Daddy's began to use me and fill me after weeks of convincing and guidance as I ackwowledged i wanted to get fucked not fuck and that I like the idea of having my pussy filled. Daddy Mark suggested household suppiies to penetrate my hole.  I began to jerk off with my clit over my mouth. I came into my mouth. I ate my cum. Daddy Mark wanted to meet. After limited resistance Daddy Mark drove to my neighborhood late at night where I snuck out and met him in a quiet area a few blocks from my home. He directed me to wear only a tshirt and shorts and to approach his van. When he opened the door he told me to get in and remove my clothes and hand them to him. I did as told.  He filled both my holes. He fed me poppers as he showed me porn of twinks being bred.  I left knowing that I'd never do that again.  Two weeks later I did that again. This time in my youth baseball uniform. He filled me with my jock strap on.  "You're made to be a bottom bitch," Daddy Mark said. "You're the most eager bottom I've ever had." Meeting 3 saw me sink deeper. I told my parents I'd be spending a weekend at a friends house but instead rode with Daddy Mark to his house, where a sex swing, basement playroom and two Daddys waited to make me their bitch.  I've slowly accepted I want to be a slave. Owned, taken, shaped, used. I'm a sissy. Open to relcation, few limits, TPE and life free to be a slave.  
Submissive visitor, part 2b I laid on the bed and had him kneel between my legs and lick my scrotum.  I then instructed him on how to take my cock into his mouth, how to lick, suck, bob his head, use his hands on my body to stimulate my erogenous zones as he sucked, reminding him to focus on the dick licking while multitasking.  I had him try to swallow my cock, but he was not able to hold it at all, quickly gagging and pulling away.  He was very good at licking the head, and I enjoyed myself greatly while providing constant feedback and instruction.  I did have to pull away a couple of times as I got very close.  I pointed out the signs he needs to recognize so that he can ease back a little bit to keep me near the edge without ending my fun.  When it was time to cum, told him that I was going to fuck his throat.  If he was able to not pull away before I came, then I would allow him cum.  I grabbed two fistfuls of hairs and started fucking all the way in.  He struggled, gagged, his eyes were watering, but he fought through it.  Fortunately for him, I was very close to cumming when I started, so it only took about a minute.  He took my load, swallowed, and kept sucking until I told him he could stop. I told him to stand by the desk in the room and edge himself.  I said I was going to give him permission to cum, but when I did he would only be able to touch himself for 30 seconds, then he had to take his hands off of his cock no matter what.  If he didn't I was going to dump the bucket full of melting ice and water on him.  After I had fully recovered from my orgasm, I stook next to him.  When he seemed to be losing the edge a little bit, I said "Cum now bitch" and started the timer on my phone.  He'd been denied and very horny for so long that he came almost immediately.  The first spurt went at least a foot, then the rest of his large load followed i…
The Long Flight: Singapore to New York The flight from Singapore to New York felt endless, but it was also strangely exciting. I was used to flying for work, but this time felt different. Maybe it was the anticipation of my meetings, maybe it was the prospect of some downtime in a city that never stopped moving. Either way, it was the start of something new, and as soon as I sat down, I noticed the man in the seat next to me. Nathan was older—mid-60s, white, confident in the way he carried himself. He had a sharp jawline, graying hair, and a calm aura that seemed at odds with the usual frenetic energy of a business flight. But there was something magnetic about him, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. He smiled when I took my seat next to him. His gaze lingered a bit longer than I expected, and I could see the faint glint of curiosity in his eyes. "Long flight," he said casually. "You headed to New York for work?" I nodded, my voice barely above a murmur. "Yeah, work. You too?" He chuckled, a low sound that carried a certain confidence. "Business, yes. But I've spent a lot of time in New York, so maybe I could show you around if you find yourself free." We chatted for a while—about the weather, New York, the usual stuff—until Nathan started making small comments about me that left me feeling a little exposed. Nothing overt, but enough to make me pause. "You know," he said, his eyes sliding over me with a kind of knowing amusement, "there's something about you. A certain... softness. It’s rare to see that in a guy who's clearly confident." I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I just shrugged. "I guess I’m not all business." Nathan grinned, his gaze more intense now. "No, you’re not," he said with a chuckle. "I can tell. You’re definitely a man who knows how to relax, how to let go when needed. That’s... attractive." I raised an eyebrow, unsure of where this was going. Was he flirtin…
Big Dog vs Little Dog Last night at the bar... i walk in, it's crowded and really noisy. i wasn't expecting so many people on a Wednesday night. i'd come looking for a little peace and quiet before heading home; the unexpected crowd and din of shrill voices makes me almost turn around and leave. Instead, i figure, awww well, i'm already here. i pull up to one of the few open seats at the corner of the bar, next to two men who are there chatting and having a good time. Almost immediately, the man immediately to my right says hello and introduces himself. He is very chatty, friendly, obviously very intoxicated. He is polite though, so i don't mind. i'm never opposed to some fun banter and respectful company. He introduces himself, and his friend (he is TJ, and his friend is John). Once my drink arrives, TJ clinks glasses with me in a "Cheers". He makes sure to tell me about his recent divorce. He makes some lighthearted conversation about this and that. He flirts with me but it's also lighthearted and fun. TJ says something to John, i don't quite catch it but John says, "Yes, but she is making eye contact with me." John wasn't wrong. Although TJ is the one i'm sitting next to, and he is the one chatting me up, John is the one i am eyeing. TJ is striking me as kind of like a Chihuahua...high energy, somewhat amusing, but loud and needy. John on the other hand...maybe more like a Great Dane. Quiet, stronger, more in control. "A man of few words", TJ says. But you just know that he is a man of action and takes pride in keeping himself and his household in order. It doesn't hurt that John really reminds me of my ex. i don't really have one type...i have a few types...and he is definitely one of them. TJ continues talking to me, making me laugh. Not because he is particularly funny or witty, but because it's amusing. He fist bumps and cheers' me many more times. He says, "I can tell you have a dark side. I want to see you with your h…
I'm a loving caring Domme seeking her sub for ltr.   You: available, devoted, educated, professional, well-off, well-rounded, Caucasian, attractive, publicly alpha, privately submissive, faithful, non-sissy, cuckold (non-negotiable). Need cuckoldress to pamper, obey, serve, worship, support, suffer for emotionally and physically. Ideal Situation: long-term relationship leading to marriage in TPE/Cuckold situation where cuckold is subjected to long-term sexual denial and chastity, reduced to slave-husband status in permanent service to me. You have to earn the status of husband before being a slave. I am not a slave master. Me: Petite 5'3" 120 lb sexy curves, African American Dom, the boss, business owner, attractive, caring considerate person but to my cuckold husband, I will keep always wanting more and begging to please me. Must be good looking, in shape and health conscious. I am all 3 of those so you must be too. I'm self employed and the boss. I live in New Jersey and I'm not looking nor will entertain long distance relationships. Must be in the NJ, Philly, or DE .  I'm willing to do some variations of the above in the way of physical appearance.  Although if you're extremely over weight or unhealthy, I'm not interested.  I dedicate a lot of time to keeping myself in shape and eating healthy foods.     I really want a person that I care about who needs to be dominated more than I need someone to treat cruelly just for the sake of being mean.  I prefer you be over 40, mature, health conscious, as I really want someone in great shape but at least be healthy and HWP.  The more successful you are, the more I want to dominate you. When you respond let me know about you, your past experiences or anything that's significant.  Messages with pics will be answered first, if I choose to answer at all.  One liners or "how may I serve you" will be erased.  …
Remote Controlled - Part 1This is a fiction story based on a real event The year was almost over once again and Sally had no one to gift her bound and helpless form to. Another year had passed and every dominant man she had met was a no-hoper. Scrolling on her phone she looked mournfully at the parade of bound subs that filled social media. Tapping over to her dating profile she sighed. It took a lot of patience to filter through the inbox. Determined to keep trying she browsed the various messages she had received. It was the usual stuff - men with empty profiles saying 'hey'. Disappointed she pushed on through message after message until she saw one with a photo attached. Steeling her courage, Sally tapped the message desperately hoping it wasn't yet another unsolicited dick pic.To her surprise it wasn't. It was a picture of an app that she recognised. She used the app herself for one of her toys. As she took in the picture she realised that her username was displayed. 'Random Control' was a feature of her app controlled toys. A butt plug and vibrator she owned could be worn and then controlled by a random user of the app. Sure enough, this picture was coming from someone who she had chatted with as he controlled her toys! For a moment panic made her blood run cold. Was it creepy that he'd tracked her down on a dating site? What other profiles of hers did he know about? Semi-paralysed by this surprise it took her some time before she read the message to which the picture was attached. 'Control doesn't have to be random. All you have to do is ask.' Sally froze. This was out of the ordinary. How is someone meant to answer this? She gulped, but found herself unable to tap away from the message. She had to know more. Quickly she tapped through and read this man's profile. Thepicture wasn't amazing, but there was a very well written description of what this man was looking for. With every line Sally found herself drawn in further and faster. On the screen at least t…
Weda visits the book store I met Weda at Red Robin. Like, we agreed. She parked in the back. I picked her up. In my truck. And we drove to an adult bookstore. This was on her bucket list of things to do. her Bo was always threatening to do this with her. But I beat him to it. Like with most things he said he was going to do, to her.  As we drove there we chatted and I played with her boobs and rubbed her leg.  I ran my hand between her legs and could feel some of the dampness for the anticipation.  Once we got there. She seemed a bit nervous. I looked over at her and from her smile I knew I did not need to ask if she was ready to go inside.  I grabbed her hand and escorted her in. Standing close to me. We found a booth. One of the bigger booths for Both of us to be able to maneuver around. We got comfortable. I dropped some coins in and clicked on a movie. I unbuttoned her blouse then proceeded to play with her tits. She Pulled out my cock with a huge smile( she has a great smile). She started sucking . There were people knocking on the door, asking to join and trying to get in. I asked her if she wanted company and she said, not this time. Maybe next time. I then enjoyed her mouth as she was doing a fantastic job. After a few minutes I pulled out my cock from her mouth and bent her over.  I enjoyed her wet willing cunt for a while, before pulling it out and rubbin it on her ass hole.  I pumped my cock in and out of her tight wet shaved pussy a few times.  Every few strokes I would pull out and I  would pull it out, And rub it on her tight little asshole. Then back in her pussy, this went for a few minutes.  Fucking her pussy or should i say cunt? I pulled my cock out again. I  rubbed it against her asshole a few more times. Just lubing it up and relaxing it a little as I did this a few more times. She was moaning. I pulled out my cock and put the head against her puckered rosebud.  I started pushing slowly b…
i found posted by someone else, who was again quoting someone else, so i don't know who the original author is, but i thank you.  i've actually seen it a multiple sites in various versions, and received it in an email from a Dom i'd been conversing with here.  This is obviously a message from a Dominant to a sissygurl.    i don't know why, but reading it makes me feel so warm and submissive inside.  A combination of desire, need, and acceptance of who i am?  Or maybe a bit of dreaming or fantasizing.  i'm not sure yet.  i think it may be fantasizing and dreaming of the gurl i'd like to become.     "I think you are more suited to being kept as a submissive fetish sissy. When most people talk about a shemale they mean a girl who has a cock - a girl who uses her cock... A frilly fetish sissy is something else entirely. A fetish sissy is not even allowed to have a cock - we call it her clitty and we treat it like a clitty - keeping it in locked chastity. The more needy (horny) a fetish sissy gets, the more she becomes controlled by her clitty and quite quickly she finds herself doing utterly humiliating things to please her superiors without so much as a whimper - in fact, she often begs for more of the same.  She is overwelmed with the desire to suck cocks or be bent over to be doggie bitch butt fucked to obtain her erotic pleasure.  To become a submisive creature that wants men to subjugate her and use her to satisfy all their sexual desires and perversions.  Using her and ifying her as a sexual toy for their pleasure and orgasmic release.  Her oral and anal slut holes just cock receptacles to be filled with hot cum.  A sissy sexslave as it were, obediently doing everything she is told no matter how humiliating it might be.  Her desire for utter and total submission and humiliation compels her to obey without question.   If you google 'shemale', you'll be directed to sites …