Bound, loved, and having the very shape of my body rewritten—this is my lovely, tearful climax of joy.
Every time I put on these clothes, my "cuteness" accelerates in direct proportion to my guilt. Contrary to the lovely figure reflected in the mirror, the penis between my legs grows in hot mass, fully erect and throbbing beneath the tight, straining ropes.
"Do you... hate it...?" I ask, looking up at you, my eyes already wet with the anticipation of pleasure. A crossdresser starving for love, hiding a maddening passion. As if to expose that twisted purity, cold fingertips reach for my anal.
A faint squelching sound breaks the silence. My private part, which should reject foreign objects, grows hot and begins to throb with every touch. Between the teasing in front and the torment from behind, the thread holding my sanity together snaps effortlessly. "Ah, ugh...! Not there, please...!"
My pleas are nothing more than a signal for deeper ravishment. A hard, overwhelmingly thick penis forces its way through my narrow walls of flesh. A tension like flesh tearing, surpassed by an exquisite numbness. Relentless piston movements repeat until my anal completely memorizes its ferocious shape.
Every time the deepest part of me is ruthlessly gouged, my mind fills with a blank white pleasure. The bliss of being filled deeply and completely. With every impact, regardless of my will, transparent pre-cum leaks uncontrollably from the tip of my cock. It was proof that my body had surrendered. "Break me more... make a mess of me...!"
Before I know it, I even forget how to refer to myself, falling into a mire of pleasure. While my anal is mercilessly toyed with, the moment my cock—the switch to my climax—is relentlessly stimulated, the passion sleeping within me reaches its limit.
My whole body trembles, skin digging into the tight ropes. This surging passion can no longer be stopped by anyone. Pre-cum overflows from the tip of my cock like tears of joy, and endless waves of climax swallow me over and over again. Here is the ultimate form of my lovely self, drowning in the nectar of immorality.
