When a friend told me I could hook up with a twenty foot tall dragon, I laughed at the idea. When I arrived at Azureās mansion, I stopped laughing. I knew where ringing the doorbell would lead: Iād 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 Iād worship, but that was the last choice Iād 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 wasnāt very good by his standards. He respected the effort but he wasnāt shy about mocking the futility of it.
When I paused to catch my breath, Azure layered on another insult. āYouāre a pathetic excuse for a man, you soft-dicked WORM.ā
I winced at the insult. Somehow, I found the courage to speak. āIā Iām trans,ā 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. āA woman might be able to handle me, but YOU? Youāre just a squirming little GIRL, arenāt you? Truly pathetic, like a delicate dragonfly begging to be erased.ā
Those words, degrading as they were, made me squirm with delight. He was affirming my gender by focusing his āabuseā on it. āThank youāā I started.
āYou have better uses for your tongue, girl,ā Azure interrupted. āGet to them.ā 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, yāall. š³ļøāā§ļø
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