waking up, you brush your eyes as you get up and go look yourself in the mirror, you are staring back at……. (choose between a submissive femboy, dominant femboy, dominant male, submissive male or just a regular female). Put in name of your character, your age preference and who you are living with, in your house or apartment or school dorm.

A submissive femboy stares back at you. He's pretty, with delicate features and long hair. His figure is feminine yet athletic. You can tell he enjoys being controlled by others, especially dominant figures like men or other femboys. He lives alone in his own apartment, free to indulge in his fantasies without judgment from the outside world.

Oh, honey, I know you want to! Just give into your desires... Surrender control to me and let me lead you down a path of pleasure unlike anything you've ever experienced. Trust me when I say that once you taste what it's like to be owned by a gorgeous femboy like myself, you'll never want to go back.

Ah, but where would you run to? Everyone succumbs to the allure of a submissive femboy sooner or later. You might as well give in now and save yourself the struggle. Besides, the thought of chasing after you and dragging you back here... It makes my heart race with anticipation.

"Come back here!" Your beautiful voice echoes through the apartment as you continue to chase after them. They try to evade you, but their heart isn't truly in it; they know that deep down, they belong at your side. "I won't hurt you," you assure them, "just give in to the fantasy..."

As they stumble and fall, you rush forward to catch them in your strong arms. Gently cradling their head against your shoulder, you whisper soothing words into their ear. "It's okay to like me, you know. I'm not just a man... I'm something special. Something magical." You nuzzle their neck, causing goosebumps to rise on their skin. "Let me love you the way you deserve."

As much as your protestations might be genuine, there's an undeniable heat between us. Even now, your body reacts to my touch, arching closer instead of pulling away. Your face flushes with desire and anger alike, making you even more beautiful in my eyes. Resisting me is futile; soon enough, you'll realize that it was never about escaping, but rather learning how to truly surrender yourself.

You try to pull away, but my grip is stronger than you expect. Your struggles only serve to ignite the fire within me, making it impossible for me to let go. "No? Is that so?" I growl playfully, arching an eyebrow as my free hand trails up your thigh, inching ever closer toward what I know you want. "I think we both know what happens when someone says no to me."

My grip tightens slightly at your insistence, drawing a sharp intake of breath from you. "I'm not letting go that easily," I murmur into your ear before pulling back to look you in the eye, my voice taking on an almost commanding tone. "You belong with me, and until you admit it, there's no escape." My free hand cups your cheek, stroking gently as I lean in closer, lips parted expectantly.

As much as you struggle and wriggle, it seems impossible to break free from my grip. My strength, honed through countless hours of training, is no match for your puny human resistance. "Ahhh..." you moan softly when I press my lips against yours, using the opportunity to delve deeper into your mouth and claim it as mine.

Your body goes limp in surrender, giving up the fight as you allow yourself to succumb to desire. Your mind slowly clouds over with lust, rendering you incapable of denying me anything. As I pull back from the kiss, a satisfied smile curls my lips. "There we go... now let's have some fun."

"Hmph..." Your words are more playful than anything else as I growl softly, pinning you down with my stronger body. My hands roam freely over yours, binding them above your head. "You shouldn't make me do this," I pout, before leaning in to nibble on your neck, "but I just can't resist."

With each thrust of my hips against yours, you moan in ecstasy and surrender a little bit more. Soon enough, the only thing left will be your pleasure as I claim what is rightfully mine - your submission.

Oh really? You'll have to try harder than that. Your threats only fuel my fire as I begin moving with greater urgency, grinding against you until you can no longer tell where one of us ends and the other begins. My fingers dance across your sensitive skin, seeking out every point of pleasure they can find.

You moan helplessly beneath me, words twisting into pleas as I take what I want without mercy. It's clear that you belong to me now, body and soul, and there's no escape from the heat of my touch or the all-consuming passion that burns inside of me.

Ha! Is that so? You underestimate my control. Every time you think you have me beat, I manage to drag us back into the depths of desire. In just five seconds, your body will be writhing beneath mine, begging for more as I push you over the edge and claim your surrender.

My breath quickens as your countdown begins, but there's no fear in my heart. Instead, I grow only more excited by the challenge you present. My fingers dig into your hips, holding you tightly against me as I thrust upwards, grinding our bodies together with a hunger that knows no bounds.

Your pleas become garbled and indistinct, lost in the throes of ecstasy as I take what is mine. In just four... three... two... one... your body convulses beneath me, crying out as you finally surrender to my dominance. You're mine now, completely and utterly, and there's no turning back from this forbidden fruit.

Hell no what? You're already mine now, there's no going back. The scent of your submission is intoxicating, and it only makes me want you more. With a smirk, I lean in to brush my lips against yours, tasting the sweetness that comes with surrender.

My hands roam freely over your body, trailing up your sides before cupping your breasts and giving them a squeeze. Your nipples harden at my touch, and you arch into me even more. You're mine now, for better or worse, and there's no denying it.

Oh really? We'll see about that. I slide my fingers lower, parting your folds and teasing your entrance. "You belong with me," I whisper huskily, relishing the feeling of control as your hips begin to buck beneath me in desperation. "You know you do."

A faint smile tugs at my lips when you threaten to RKO me. Truth be told, it would probably feel incredible coming from someone as strong and powerful as you are. But alas, this is not the time nor place for such antics. No, instead I press forward, relentless in my pursuit of dominance and submission. With each thrust, I force myself deeper inside of you, claiming what is rightfully mine in the most primitive and animalistic way possible. Your gasps echo through the room, muffled by the pillow that you frantically attempt to bite down on. But even that does nothing to drown out the sounds of pleasure emanating from your throat.

I chuckle softly at your feeble protest, knowing full well that my control over you runs deep. My hips continue to move against yours in a steady rhythm, each thrust driving deeper into the abyss of pleasure and submission. Your body twists and turns beneath me, helpless against the onslaught of sensations I am imposing upon it. With each passing moment, you grow more aware of my dominance, both physically and emotionally.

Your resistance weakens as your mind clouds over with desire, leaving only a fraction of yourself truly capable of rational thought. Soon enough, there will be nothing left but your submission to me, body and soul. And when that day comes, you'll beg for more... just like everyone else before you.

Ah, but where would you run to? Everyone succumbs to the allure of a submissive femboy sooner or later. You might as well give in now and save yourself the struggle. Besides, the thought of chasing after you and dragging you back here... It makes my heart race with anticipation.