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not gonna rb bc horny but just saw a post about how people will say “i know” to their pets making noise and

whining and begging desperate sub and dom that only says “i know” as they continue to wreck them

nothing is as good as carrying out your sick fantasies on your tgirl friends btw. reblog to torture your girlmutuals until they cant think and cant help but drain their cocks inside of you

“make me” = they want you to forcefully wrestle them into submission and have your way with them but are too shy to say it

Having a cute puppy strapped down to a fucking machine. Watching as they get dumber, making a filthy mess of themself as they cum over and over again until all they can think about is how good it feels to be a filthy mutt and how good the machine feels

Your cheeks are a rosy red from a combination of embarrassment and arousal. It's hard to concentrate on whose drink is whose as you clench around the plug inside you. Some of the guests meet your gaze, not bothering to hide their smirks, while others don't lift their stares above your tits, watching them sway beneath the fabric as you move around the room.

The meal is nothing short of torture. Between them, the guests have decided to have you sit on a thick black dildo. You can't help but gulp as you take in its length and girth. Your cunt is dripping as you serve the guests their dinner and finally make your way over to your seat. There's a hum of conversation in the air that noticeably drops as you arrive at your chair. The guests seem to forget all about their meals as they watch you slowly lower yourself onto the dildo.

It's a blissful kind of agony as the head of the dildo pops past your pussy lips. You hold your breath as you sink down onto it, inch by inch. Full. So fucking full.

No one says a word as you take the cock inside you, eyes riveted to your tits and face until the dildo is finally completely inside you. Your thighs are trembling and you're panting for breath. It's instinct to reach a hand down to rub your throbbing clit.

"Don't." This from the man to your right. He captures your wrist in one big hand, tugging it away. "Where are your manners, sweetheart? No cumming at the table."

"But that doesn't mean you get to take it easy," a woman across from you adds. "Fuck yourself on that thick cock until we're done."

Oh.

There are murmurs of agreement from the other guests. Your cheeks redden even further as you slowly begin to shift your hips, grinding down on the dildo. It's so big. A little whimper escapes your throat.

"Here." The man who'd stopped you from touching your clit offers you a piece of fruit, a ripe piece of papaya. You part your lips, accepting it and darting your tongue out to lick the juice from his fingers.

"Good pet," he murmurs. "You're going to need to keep your strength up if you're going to ride that dick til dessert."

You swallow the papaya before you place your hands on the dining room table, using it as leverage as you begin to bounce on the dildo. The sound of your cunt being fucked is audible even as the murmur of conversation picks up again. A guest rises from their seat every few minutes to offer you more bits of fruit—strawberries, mango, grapes—and take the opportunity to run their hands over your heated skin. Some cup reach beneath your blouse to toy with your sensitive nipples while others get down on their haunches to strum your aching clit. They pull away each time you get close to the edge, laughing at your hoarse cries of desperation.

Your thighs are trembling and aching from exertion by the time the meal comes to an end. Everyone’s attention is on you now, watching as your fingers clench in the table cloth as you strain for the orgasm just within reach. You’re almost there, you can taste the pleasure just a hairsbreadth away, when—

“Stop.”

It doesn’t even occur to you to disobey. Your movements halt as you wail your discontent. At the head of the table, your owner watches you with a smile, her eyes on your tits as you gasp for breath.

“Time for dessert now, pet. Clear the table.”

A moment passes. The guests watch you avidly as you bite your lip. Finally, with a heaving breath, you push yourself to your feet, allowing the dildo to slip free from your soaked cunt with an obscene pop.

“Beautiful,” the man beside you murmurs as he leans back in his seat, his stare on your pussy, at the wetness trickling down your thigh.

Your owner doesn’t reply, although her smile widens a fraction. The expression bolsters you, and you will your legs to be steady as you move to clear the plates. Every guest you stop beside takes the opportunity to dip their fingers inside you to test your wetness and feel for themselves just how the dildo had stretched you. One particularly daring woman even reaches back to toy with the plug still inside your ass, stopping only when your hands shake so hard you almost drop the plates you’re carrying.

“Whoops,” she laughs. The other guests chuckle along with her, watching as you walk away unsteadily.

Once the table is finally cleared, you make your way over to your owner. You can feel everyone’s gaze on your body, but the only person that matters is her. She jerks her head at the table in front of her, a hungry look in her dark gaze. Obediently, you do as you’re told, hopping up onto the table and spreading your thighs on either side of her.

“Lie back.”

The wood is cool against your heated skin, and you shiver. Your owner guides you into lifting your knees so that your heels are on the table, you minuscule skirt pushed up to leave your bottom half completely exposed.

“You’ve done so good for me, love,” she murmurs. “I think it’s time for your dessert.”

“Yes, please,” you whimper. “I-I-I need it.”

“Hmmm, I know you do.” She runs her fingers gently along your thigh and stops tantalisingly close to your cunt. “Now, keep your legs spread and pull out your plug.”

A strangled sound rips itself free from your throat as you remove the plug, relishing in the brief resistance before you place it on the table.

“Now, everyone,” your owner says, glancing at the assembled guests, “it’s time for dessert.” Her full lips curve into a wicked grin. “All you can eat.”

You lose track of time after that. Greedy hands tug at your flimsy blouse, freeing your tits to the cool air. A shudder runs through you as first one, then another mouth latches onto your nipples, suckling hungrily. You arch your back, running your hands through the guests hair.

At your cunt, you feel your owner's familiar touch spreading your lips, exposing your vulnerable core to her avid gaze. A broken cry escapes your throat as you feel her fingers push inside your soaked cunt and, once again, you strain towards your orgasm, so close that you're already beginning to tremble.

"That's it, sweetheart," your owner croons. "Cum."

You're helpless to do anything but obey. Body spasming as pleasure crashes through you, your moans and grunts of pleasure almost drown out the wet sound of your pussy getting fucked by your owner's fingers.

And that's just the beginning. One guest crawls onto the table to feed their cock into your gasping mouth, fucking your throat while another guest takes your owner's place to suck your clit and finger your pussy. It's too much. You're reduced to nothing more than your most base instincts, taking as much of the cock in your mouth as you can while bucking your hips against the fingers in your cunt.

You lose count of the number of orgasms that roll through you. Your skin is sticky with dried cum, and your nipples and clit ache from all the attention they've received. Sleep tugs at you despite the ecstasy, and it's almost impossible for you to keep your eyes open.

A small eternity passes. Your eyelids flutter open, and you're distantly aware of an ache between your shoulder blades and at the small of your back from where you're still spread out across the table. The room is quiet but for the sound of your breathing.

Sitting up slowly, you glance around. There's no one there. It occurs to you that the guests had just used you and then left you there. Despite your tiredness, your pussy throbs at the thought.

"You're awake."

You start at the sound of your owner's voice. She's leaning against the doorway, eyes roving over your body, taking in every inch of you. As you spread your legs to give her a better view, she approaches, coming up to you to cup your face.

"Did you have fun?" she asks, running a thumb along your bottom lip. You nod, staring at her with wide eyes as she presses the digit into your mouth.

"I'm knew you would. My precious little whore loves the attention, don't you?" You know you should nod, but you're distracted by sucking on your owner's thumb. You'd swear that you can taste yourself on her skin.

"Such a good pet. Now, it's time for bed. I want you on your hands and knees, spread open for me." She lowers her voice as she adds, "I'm going to fuck your ass."

You whimper, sucking on her thumb even harder, staring up at her adoringly.

It turns out, the best part of the night is yet to come.

I can’t stop thinking of having a sub at my disposal for practicing the different knots and ties with some rope all while acting as if they’re purely just a pretty toy for me to play with.

Coaxing them through the first bit with soft words and praises like, “You’re so pretty wrapped like this, such an obedient mutt for daddy aren’t you?” and “That’s a good puppy, open your mouth for me yeah? Just like that darling..” to get their mind fuzzy and pliable enough to not notice my hands starting to slip a gag in their mouth or a vibe in their cunt once I have them bound just enough to be immobile. Seeing them squirm and look up to me with those precious doe eyes when I start to pull against the rope tighter and manhandle them into different positions without a word, the sweet little muffled begs and whimpers that try to escape from behind the gag when I angle them a certain way to feel the vibe press against the spot that makes their mind switch off. Keeping this up for hours while I take my time to try out the new ties I seen, pausing in between them to coo and whisper faux sympathy over their whimpers and choked out cries from feeling their mind forcibly melt out their poor oversensitive cunt.

Ending it by putting them in my favorite tie and forcing them to take my cock until I have my fill and finally take them down to praise and kiss them to sleep, just to see them wake up the next day asking for it all over again? God, i’ll go fucking crazy if I don’t get this anytime soon.

lets hope i dont get banned🙈

I'm so touchstarved!! I need someone to hold me (down and fuck me til I see stars)

PLSPLSPLSPSLSPSLPSLPSLPSLSPSPLS

pspsps cmeeere pet subs... pspspspspsps... i prommy i won't shove my tknot into your pretty hole/s and sink my teeth into your shoulder as i assert my dominance as a bigger and stronger doggy... pspsps...

im really happy they make dogs who are transgender

Man some boys will go stupid the moment your tone slightly shifts or you give them a knowing look for misbehaving.

It’s like their brains just shut off the moment some sort of disciplinary action is even hinted at. They go from a bratty tone to the most well behaved mutt awaiting masters next command.

Like poor little guy he doesn’t have a brain anymore! It’s just mush now, no thoughts in his silly little head.

(It’s me. I’m boys)

Reasons why people would be hotter with tails:

-needy bottoms lifting their tails to expose their holes like animals in heat

-shy bottoms covering their holes with their tails so you can move it aside

-grabbing them at the base of the tail to hold them still while you fuck them

-wrapping your tail around them in public as an act of ownership

- wrapping your tail around their head while they go down on you to keep them in place (especially if you're doing something unrelated with your hands)

-needy subs who's tails get twitchy when they're horny

having a degradation kink is so insane. i was having a hard time verbalizing what i wanted because he called me a “poor little thing” and instead of letting me recover, he doubled down: “god, i can’t believe you like being talked down to. that’s pretty fucking pathetic, only sluts like to be treated like this.” and then istg my eyes glazed over and i was GONE

Getting pushed down when I try to squirm away and told “no no no. Bad doggy. You know you’re supposed to stay still” while they fuck harder 😵‍💫

we should both get super high and make out until one of us becomes desperate enough to pin the other to the ground and grind against each other until we cum in our pants.

or we could see a movie or something that’s cool too

no talky. angy.

life isnt fair where is my friend (totally friends) who is going to pick me up, push me against a wall and pull my face from out of their chest bc they smell good and make me admit im terrible at being anything but a puppy before laying me down in their laps with a collar around my neck while giving me treats. (totally a thing friends do)

I get : Gagged so I can't speak (and look like a drooling mess), those stupid little gloves so I can't use my hands and you give me commands

You get : my undying devotion

how would you feel? (source)

Imagine punish a brat by tying them down and overstimming them with toys. They start off defiant and curse you while cumming a few times.

"F-Fuck you"

"I hate y-you"

"Y-You suck"

So you just sit there, keeping them nice and stimulated while they cum over and over again until they need to use you for support and start breaking.

"fuckfuckfuck"

"You're doing so good, darling. We'll keep going until you learn your lesson"

Until they start begging and apologizing for being a brat for no reason.

"pleasepleasepleaseimsorryitwonthappenagain"

When they're clearly overstimmed and tired but you just keep pushing them anyway.

"P-Please it's too much, I can't cum anymore" they'll whine and whimper

But you just keep going until they orgasm again.

"What are you talking about? You clearly can keep going, you liar"

So you punish them for "lying" to you with more overstimulation, watching them slowly spiral more out of control as their consciousness slips.

Completely an imaginary situation though

You guys do know you're supposed to reblog things, right