When a friend told me I could hook up with a twenty foot tall dragon, I laughed at the idea. When I arrived at Azure’s mansion, I stopped laughing. I knew where ringing the doorbell would lead: I’d be tasked with pleasuring him until HE was satisfied with my efforts, or else.
The discussion before our scene was brief. Azure casually reminded me that he could kill me without trying and nobody would dare look for me here. He allowed me to decide which part of his body I’d worship, but that was the last choice I’d make as a person; from that point, I was his to use.
While a gym rat might have found this to be a fair challenge, for me the tasks were overwhelming and obviously impossible. I was trying my best! My best just wasn’t very good by his standards. He respected the effort but he wasn’t shy about mocking the futility of it.
When I paused to catch my breath, Azure layered on another insult. “You’re a pathetic excuse for a man, you soft-dicked WORM.”
I winced at the insult. Somehow, I found the courage to speak. “I– I’m trans,” I confessed to the dragon, the first time I dared to say those words aloud.
Azure paused and looked directly at me. His head dipped respectfully, then rose in an unnervingly slow nod. “A woman might be able to handle me, but YOU? You’re just a squirming little GIRL, aren’t you? Truly pathetic, like a delicate dragonfly begging to be erased.”
Those words, degrading as they were, made me squirm with delight. He was affirming my gender by focusing his ‘abuse’ on it. “Thank you–” I started.
“You have better uses for your tongue, girl,” Azure interrupted. “Get to them.” And so I did, even more happily and eagerly than before.
This might be an unconventional way to take pride in being transfemme, but sometimes being called what you are can be affirming, degrading, and erotic all at the same time. Happy Pride, y’all. 🏳️⚧️
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