I Wanna Be Such A Good Boy That Follows All My Orders And Listens To All The Rules And I Wanna Earn Such

a priest kneels between my legs. he tells me i've been a bad pup, a menace, a threat to his holiness- but God will understand why he's doing this, right? God can see how difficult it is to resist temptation, right? he can confess his sins when he's done.

the sweet, sweet prince, he can't ignore it anymore. the want- no, the need to devour me. he spreads my thighs and gapes at my aching boycunt, already soaking wet and exposed. he leans forward. takes my tcock into his mouth and sucks. the motion is foreign to him, but i can see him- i can see his eyes roll back at the taste of a different kind of divinity.

his nails dig into my skin as he laps at my cunt, groaning at the taste, burying himself deep inside of me as he eats me like the finest fruit, the drinks me in like the smoothest wine. every time he pulls back for breath, i can hear his whispers of oh merciful lord, i come before you seeking forgiveness. but the poor thing can't seem to stop. not until i've cum. not until he sees that veering off his path was worth it.

when he sees my shaking legs and hears my whines and whimpers, he's transfixed; he grits his teeth and recites prayer after prayer as he frantically unzips his pants juuust enough to pull his cock out. he plunges deep inside of me with a cry of God's name and fucks me hard and fast, fast, fast, as if God will not see our sin if we are quick enough.

he cums deep inside of me, crying, guilty and wrecked. he prays God will understand.

he prays God will grant him grace when he sees me in the front pew the next Sunday, too.

there’s something so disgusting and feral and perverted about getting off to the smell of someone

getting handed your sweater or a blanket and it’s supposed to be for comfort when we can’t see each other but instead i’m fucking my toy and shoving my face into it because fuck. you just smell so good i couldn’t help it

it’s not my fault your smell throws me into a fucking heat, i’m just doing what dumb mutts are supposed to >_<

sometimes i just cant help myself. you get that, right? any dom- any person gets urges. i just cant help but give in to them, and you just look so pretty like this. i know, i know it hurts, but you have to stay still, because i am going to fuck you. dont do that, stop struggling, stop trying to hit me. im doing you a fucking favour and all youre doing is being disobedient. let me fuck you the way you were made for, and maybe if you're good enough, ill let you go back to struggling before i cum in you.

ughhhh sometimes its hard being puppy -- they tell you to talk and ask for things ? use your words? what're those arf bark

if your boyfriend is overthinking a lot you should make him strip and collar & leash him and have him sit naked at your desk by your heels while you work btw. yeah it really helps with separation anxiety, poor thing.

that's fucking it. bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark

wanna be called puppy in mundane situations, “thank you puppy” when i do you a favor, “pretty puppy” when i show off my outfit, “c’mere puppy” when asking to cuddle

There's a venn diagram of 3 circles labeled masochism, self harm, and spiritual practice, and self flagellation flits between all 3 though not always at the same time