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My first instinct is to shake my head. I’m not a girl, and while I love the subtle variation of feminization kink—yup, googled it, that’s what it’s called in D/s circles—because him calling my ass cunt or pussy turns me on, I sure as hell don’t want him thinking I am an actual girl. The way he talks about my ass is the only aspect of feminization I like and I told him that. He also only uses the name calling in a power exchange way where he dominates me and I submit. That’s all. While the idea of being on top of him like this sends a jolt of fire through my bones, I ask, “Do you like being ridden?” “Not really. I actually prefer always being on top, but I want to see you like this,” he replies, his droopy eyes fixed on me as his hand palms my cock through my shorts and squeezes my balls. “My own little monster fucking himself on my cock.” A strangled whimper leaves me as his words light me the fuck up. His cock nudges against my ass, and I release a choked noise as I lift myself, strip