He Died From Not Having His Face Shoved Into The Sweaty Crotch Of Your Shorts And His Head Held Still

I miss training.

I love being told what to do and it's exhausting doing my job and being in charge all the time and having to make decisions without always knowing the fallout or context or consequences. I want that taken from me, because I'd willingly give it up occasionally in exchange for structure, support, and compassion.

I want someone to tell me I did a good job and it's their turn now, they're responsible. I want the rush I get when I do something right. I want the attention when I get it wrong and I want the practice to make myself perfect. I want the puzzle and the challenge. I want to feel stupid or confused and I want to be happy and proud to finally understand.

"Sit."

I kneel at their feet on the ground.

"No, again, Sit."

A physical repercussion; tugging my leash, tapping my body with a stick or crop, manhandling me into proper positioning.

"Good boy!"

A reward! A treat, pets, a kiss

"Again, boy, Sit."

I do it again, attempting my best to repeat the pose.

"Almost," with a few gentle corrections. "Smile at me too, I want to see your face paying attention. Again, Sit."

I smile, loving my trainers attention and focus.

"What a good boy, so smart," they kiss my cheek, "so obedient," and place their hands on my shoulders and in my hair, "so trainable." A hand holds my chin.

"Good boy, now Open."

oh come here pspspspsps come here stupid fucking dogboy come here no i won’t choke u with the collar and tug it too hard come here boy pspspsp no im not gonna kick you in the ribs again and spit on u just get over here right fucking now you dumb mutt

I wanna be such a good boy that follows all my orders and listens to all the rules and I wanna earn such a special reward. I want to kneel at their feet looking up at them. I want to earn my head between their thighs. I want them to touch me and feel how wet it makes me to serve them. I want them to feel how hard my cock gets and I want them to praise me for being so fuckable. To tell me that I work so hard I deserved it and to tell me I'm so good at melting in their hands. To tell me to be soft and to give in. To edge and overstimulate me and make me cum. To tell me I did good for them and they're so proud and to do it again. To do it again.

gentle somno ... sliding yourself inside me while i feel super sleepy and i can't do much besides gasp softly and let you do as you please. even though you know i can't fight you, you still grab onto my hips with the slightest bit of pressure and thrust gently into me over and over again. i whine and moan ever so sweetly, fighting both my sleepiness and the overwhelming pleasure that you're giving me until you hold my mouth shut and tell me to simply go back to sleep. we both know that it's not that easy, yet i still try and end up falling asleep to the feeling of you filling my insides as i deserve🩶

if you speak to me like i’m a stupid dog i will get so hard my vision will blur just saying

ok but dom bottom who rides me and coos sweet praise to me. he wants me to breed him so bad

"good puppy. you're such a handsome boy." he cups my cheek in his hand. "aren't you?"

"im so glad we didnt get you fixed pup." he rides me harder. "you're going to give me so many puppies." and i whine high pitched like a dog

"just think of how pretty our puppies are going to be with you as the father." he traces a finger at my jaw.

i pant while he grinds himself onto my knot. "you gonna let me take the knot? good boy." while he makes the knot slip inside him.

i shoot so much puppy cum into him theres no way he's not getting pregnant. he tells me im a handsome stud dog. he gyrates his hips on my knot so i can release all my pent up cum inside him. all that seed is going right to his womb to give him a litter. and he praises me for all the puppies im going to give him.

i ❤️ ... (button sets, part 1) by Claire Thompson

something something throat training and breathplay

Pushing my cock to the back of their throat as soon as they let their lips softly part and holding them down on me.

Seeing their eyes softly glaze over as they struggle for breaths and try not to gag, looking up at me and silently begging me to let them up to breathe.

Once their body weakens and I can see them verging on passing out, I pull out, letting them gasp and cough for air, only for them to open their mouth wider for more, and I do it over and over until they pass out on my cock.

something like that yeah

extra points if they claw at me desperately and leave marks on my thighs and stomach