No, not from the law or even your mother in law (should you have one), but your friends. Yep, I’m talking about all those people in your life that love you and think you’re just the most wonderful thing since sliced bread. Which I’m sure you are. But what if they knew? You know….about those special girls in your life. Those girls that your buddies at that craft beer tap room would snicker about or your friends at the football game say are just guys with boobs. What would those friends think of you, if they knew you liked T-Girls? And to really put a spin on it, what would they think if they knew that you liked Dominant T-Girls? I can see it now…..you’re hanging around the campfire with your buds, tossing back a couple of Buds, and in the process of course sex and women comes up. Next thing you know they’re talking favorite positions and all that Alpha stuff. Then Aerosmith starts belting out ‘Dude Looks Like a Lady’ or maybe the Kinks begin to croon ‘Lola’ on the radio and the conversation takes a subtle turn. Now they’re all talking about how they are grossed out by ‘those types’ and they couldn’t possibly be with someone (maybe it would be stated a little cruder) like that in a million years. This is where you speak up, right? This is where you come to the defense of the those hung damsels in distress.
Hang on there. This isn’t meant to be a guilt trip. This is a confessional. And I’m afraid to say that if this situation was a test then I failed miserably. When it was my chance to speak up and defend the maligned woman all I did was take another sip of my beer and smile. No knight in shining armor here. My friends aren’t mean and I’m sure they all thought they were amongst kindred spirits, but like all the world they laugh and jeer at what they don’t understand. I like my friends and family. Heck, love them is more appropriate and because of that I don’t want to loose them. Even as flawed as they are, they’re still important to me. Here’s a bigger dilemma, what would my daughters think? I’m the big strong dad that fixes things and loves their mom in, from all outward appearances, a very normal fashion.
I know they all should love me for myself and I think they can do it, but I don’t really want to put them to the test. What if they, like me, fail and I loose the most important things in my life? I can understand why coming out is such a terrifying proposition and all I’ve got is a fetish.
So, if you’ve come out of hiding or defended the third sex share you story, both successes and failures. Hopefully it will help me be stronger.
This is a great question. Not just for me, but also for everyone that finds Dominant T-Girls interesting, exciting or even irresistible. I’ve always been a submissive. Of course when I was a young boy I had no clue that what I was. I just knew that I liked girls. A lot. No, I mean A LOT! They made me feel all gooshy inside and I would do just about anything for one. Thankfully none of them ever asked me to rob a bank or I’d have done time in the joint too. I liked pleasing girls long before I ever understood sex. Problem was, most of the girls I dated didn’t seem to like guys who treated them too nicely or more accurately were too submissive. But one did and she ended up marring me after I got out of college. Long about my sophomore year in high school I read a story in ‘National Lampoon’ titled ‘My Penis’ about a girl that grows a penis. When the main character forced her boyfriend to go to give her head, it was a lightning bolt to my libido. I became obsessed by the thought of a girl with a penis dominating me. Still to this day a girl growing a penis is my favorite fantasy.
Moving forward to college there were very few chances to indulge in the Dominant T-Girl/Girl-grows-penis fantasy. I found a couple of cheesy magazines of shemales that were way too much money for what little content they supplied. At least of the stuff that I liked. Thankfully that girlfriend that was to become my wife would occasionally bless me with an off the top of her head story about her growing a penis. Hard to believe, but true. She didn’t enjoy doing it and after I came and my hormones returned back to normal levels I always felt bad, guilty is more accurate I guess.
But enough with the ancient history. Why Dominant T-Girls? Because it gives me that squishy feeling in my gut, just like girls did when I was young and they make my breath quicken. Submission can mean lots of different things to lots of different people. Perhaps the ultimate is being turned into a girl by your favorite dominant t-girl or woman and becoming a cuckhold. Forced to watch your beautiful dominant receive her pleasure from someone else. For some guys submission means forking over the remote for ‘Dancing with the Stars’. Me? I’m somewhere in the middle and truthfully, I’m still trying to figure out where that is.
But what about you? What is it about Dominant T-Girls that does ‘it’ for you? If you’re willing, share that with me here. There is no wrong answer and I certainly won’t judge. So my friend, Why Dominant T-Girls?
Wow. I feel just like a kid who is trying to ride a bike sans training wheels for the first time! This whole blogging thing is more complicated than I ever imagined. And here’s the scary part…if you’re reading this, you’re on the bike with me!
Thanks for taking a minute to join me here in my little corner of the internet. I’m the mouse hole in the mansion that is the internet, in the corner of the pantry off the kitchen, at the back behind the long forgotten mop bucket and Pine-Sol. I expect to go largely unnoticed by the world, but for those adventurous few of you who find your way through my mouse hole, together we will explore a world filled with dominant T-Girls. We will discuss the impossible as if it were the every day, dreams as if they are reality and desires, oh the desires, those will be plumbed to the very depths. There will be the whimsical, the humorous, the thoughtful, the provoking, the sad and so many other emotions. Welcome Alex, or is it Alice? But whomever it is, ignore that silly looking glass and follow me down the mouse hole into my world of T-Girl dominance and my view of submission.