Trans Confession IVISLUT is not just a story. It’s my raw, unfiltered truth. I was a bit over 30. Behind me — over a thousand women. Lovers, friends, one-night sluts. Why? Simple: I licked better than anyone — in school, in university, in life. And they all knew it. Girls whispered my name like a dirty secret in the bathrooms: “With him, you really cum. And you don’t even lose your virginity.” And they came. And they came hard. I took them all. With class, with violence, with truth. With orgasms. My sex was my tongue. And my tongue worked miracles.
But then I got tired. Tired of always being the one in control. The one on top. The one who takes. Always me. Always in charge.
I was the one who made girls cum without fucking them. Now I’m the one getting fucked — and cumming harder…
One day, I looked in the mirror and thought: “What if I were the one being used? The one who cums because she’s being taken?” And that thought… turned me on.
It didn’t happen in one day. I started reading. Searching. Fantasizing. Wanting. Then came pills. Hormones. Maybe a doctor made a mistake, or maybe I just stayed silent on purpose.
In six months, I gained 50 kilos. My skin stretched. My thighs touched. My hips widened. My ass got heavy, fat, obscene. I was no longer a man. And not yet a woman. I was becoming something else.
A trans. A slut. A body full of lust. Ready to be used. To enjoy submission. To humiliate myself with style. And this is my trans confession IVISLUT. A truth — dirty, arousing, and inevitable.
You’re wondering who I am today? My name is Ivi. But now everyone calls me IVISLUT. And you know what? I’m not offended. That name came from men who ejaculated on me, inside me, over me. With respect. With violence. With love. With hate. But always with desire. And I accepted it. With pride.
Now I live for pleasure. For sex. For lust. And I love being used. But also using others. I look at my tied-up slave, on his knees, naked and shaking. I watch him surrender, cry, moan. And I know: I’m the one enjoying it. When he submits. When I fuck him deep. When he moans and doesn’t dare to resist. In him, I see myself. The me who once lacked a command, a cock, an order.
Now I am all that. I’m on top and on bottom. I’m a mistress. I’m a slave.
But my goal is always the same: orgasm. Mine. His. Yours. The more orgasms, the more alive I feel. And the more you use me — the more you want me.
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Trans confession IVISLUT isn’t just a story. It’s a war against shame. I cum when they take me. I cum when I take. And yes, I love gifts. I love attention. But only if it comes with money. Attention without tribute is like jerking off without cumming — pointless.
I have a cock. But I think like a woman. I desire like a slut. And I follow the most honest logic: cock and cash. My body is now a temple of sex. My mind is programmed for domination and submission. And my mouth… is always ready.
This is not a story for everyone. It’s for those brave enough to get turned on while reading. For those not afraid to be dominated by a trans. For those who dream of kneeling before me.
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