Remember To Implement Command Training In The Bedroom.

this is who youre asking to work 40hrs per week btw

you can shake him. he enjoys it

You could call me good puppy once and I’d bend over for you I swear

Need someone to force a joint in my mouth until I barely know where I am or how to move. Need them to control my pleasure because they know best and I’m too stupid to actually know what I want hnnnngggg

just need a fag to hump my leg till he's drooling. and he's calling himself a good puppy over and over. because he is such a good puppy. my good puppy. and . I have to go jerk off about this goodbye.

its rlly funny that the current crop of content for forcemasc is either inspiring but rather erotically void motivational posters, or just saying "be gross and disgusting and violent" like thats what men are supposed to be.

the real sensual appeal of forcemasc, to me, is someone grabbing you by the hair, looking you in the eyes, and saying "I know what you are. And I'm going to drag it out of you. And you're going to love every second of it."

it's having someone not only affirm your internal view of yourself, but demanding it be brought to fruition at their hands. Someone who's completely uninterested in the girl-shaped shell you've been living inside of, and wants to extricate you, raw and wanting, from inside of it. They want to mold you like clay in the image of a strong, confident, beast that knows how to obey.

it's having your body examined and sized up, being praised for how far you've come and getting punished for backsliding. it's getting called a 'good boy' every time you take your shot straight-faced. it's tussling in the backyard and getting that little smile when you stand back up instead of tapping out. it's building your tolerance, your confidence, layer by layer until that shy, scared little girl inside of you that people forced you to be is gone, and all that remains is a very, very good boy.

wearing his hoodie and thinking “holy shit i need to suck his dick and hear him moan and then beg him to fuck me so i can feel him inside me so goddamn bad” because i’m surrounded by his scent and it sends me into active heat like a stupid dog

pspspspsspss puppies with an oral fixation, I’m a masochist top.

You know I can’t breed you unless you break skin puppy, c’mon just bite down a little harder. I want to feel your nails digging into my skin while I push you over the edge again and again and again. I want to feel the drool run from between your teeth when you’re biting into my shoulder.

I need you to scratch me up while I make your eyes roll back. C’mon puppy, you couldn’t really hurt me.

Don’t think, Bite Down.

I think it says something about me personally that I struggle with getting off on dumbification/bimboification/petplay in the “useless cute little puppy” way, but immediately fall apart over being someone’s weapon or tool or useful object or hunting dog or smart little thing. I need to be lesser than in a masochistic way but also I have to be so useful all of the time. I can’t be a dumb puppy, because then I can’t outperform all of your other puppies and make your life easier and impress you every single day and snarl and bite at anyone who is anything less than worshipful to you. I’d rather be a useful slut, brilliant, helpful and an active participant in my own subjugation. And isn’t that a better feeling anyway? Knowing that someone so worthwhile absolutely worships you? Knowing that I could easily ruin someone, and I would if you ever directed me to?

I want to be so desperate I can't even form coherent sentences whilst you tease me. I want to be tied up on my knees and forced to wait for hours, trying to grind onto the bed but anytime I do that I get a paddle to the thigh or chest.

"please, please... Please."

At this point I'm so fuzzy I don't even know what it is I'm begging for...

"please what puppy?"

"I need you.. please I just need you.."

"where do you need me?"

Id whine in frustration tugging at my restraints, you know exactly where I need you, and you know exactly what game you're playing.

Id try grinding down onto the bed again, being 'rewarded' with another paddle to the chest. Id squeal out lifting my hips of the stimulating fabric.

"you're ruining my sheets... Such a dirty pup making a mess of my things."

"please please please."

"quit your whining, I'll play with you when I want, for now all you have to do is look pretty for me okay?"

Id nod desperately, ignoring my arousal dripping from my cunt spreading across the bed sheets and my thighs, ignoring the throbbing in my tdick.

"I have an idea okay?"

My eyes would light up, hoping, begging, for any sort of stimulation. But my face would drop immediately as you bring out a vibrator, propping it between my legs.

"I'm going to give you this to play with, and if you can be good, and cum when I tell you, not a second before... I'll fill you up with my cock hm?"

Id nod desperately, but you'd turn the toy onto it's highest setting. The intense vibrations overstimulating me, I'd cum within seconds, the strength of the toy making me sore immediately.

"you pathetic slut, I thought I told you to wait? Couldn't even follow a stupid instruction could you? Well now we're going to have to try this until you get it right... Don't you dare ignore me this time."

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