Your Owner Fucking You In Front Of A Mirror.. Knowing How Fast You Get Emberassed, And Then Forcing Your

I want a handler I want to be cared for I want to be able to relax and have less responsibility I want aftercare I want rules I want to whip my skin until I'm bruised and bleeding I want the pain to center me I want to be whispered to I want to be special I want to know how to reward myself as easily as I can punish -

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

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

"Sit. Stay. Down. That's right, good pup. Now, play dead." You laugh and lay back with your eyes closed. Thinking it's a joke. The way you sprawl out under me makes my cock twitch.

There's a long pause, longer than any other. It's an off key, absent kind of sound.

Lifting your head up a bit, only to be pressed back down firmly into position. "Down. Stay-" You try to peek an eye open but my hand doesn't alleviate from your face. "I said: Stay."

You keep your eyes shut, confusion trickling like cold water down your spine. My breathing turns heavier as I run my hands down your body, "that's it. Good. Stay just like that- you're doing so good."

You freeze. Not moving a muscle as I pry your limp legs apart. Looking up from your pretty little cunt to your slack face, eerily still–you almost look like you're sleeping. Almost– and back down.

I'm bottoming out inside you before I can process the vapid desperate motion. Barely enough thought to pull your panties around your ankles. Holding you down by your head as I growl and quiet you. "shhh, that's right. Don't make a sound. Play dead. playdeadplaydeadplaydead, pup. Fuck- dead things don't whimper. They don't react, shush now."

While I violate you, I feel the dead weight of forcibly relaxed muscles clench and grip my thick cock. The tension and discomfort in you palpable. But your little head is spinning, it feels so good. You have to be a good doggy while you lie there and just take it. Doing exactly as your told. Each thrust jostling you, and you can't even scream. You can't move. You're dead. You're dead and I'm using your holes to jerk off.

A sick twisting in your guts tells you that you're going to cum from being used like snuffbait.

I tell you that too.

Right before I fill you up and clamp a hand over your mouth so you can't breathe and ruin the immersion of the moment for me. I want you to play dead a little longer.

You wake up to some odd amounts of pressure on your body. The room is dark again and only a crack through the curtain reveals my face

The glaring eyes on my face stare deep into your soul, a low pant escapes my lips and a snarl grows upon my mouth. You're shocked, but this isnt the first time this has happened.

I am drooling, ferally groaning and panting as I leaned down into you, opening my mouth and biting down on your neck, the pressure at first is uncomfortable until I close up my jaw, putting all the force possible into the bite.

Before we both know it, you're covering your mouth and wailing, trying to escape from underneath me, yet stuck like a puppy with its scruff held. You cant get out from underneath me, even if you wanted to

I lean up and look down at you once more, standing up off the bed and pulling you by your legs, spinning you around and having your head hang off the bed.

My large hand presses down on your chest to hold you still until with some more growls and pants, my boxers are taken off and a needy, throbbing length is above your face. My scent filling your lungs as I angle myself, destined for your mouth and determined to enter your throat.

I grab your neck with my free hand and gently.. (at first) place my throbbing member in your mouth, your warmth is welcoming and makes me grunt a bit, following through I push a few more inches into your maw.

Slowly but surely, I'm 5 inches deep and beginning to feel the tension in your throat, I pull out fully.. slowly but surely feeling the walls of your mouth and throat.

I breathe for a moment before opening my mouth.

"Oh fuck it."

Suddenly all 6 inches of my self are placed balls deep in your throat, your eyes widened as you suddenly hilt my member, there wasn't a warning, you tensed up and gag for a short moment until you relax, knowing how badly I need this.

Thrusting in and out of your mouth a gentle but purposeful speed I hit the back of your throat repeatedly, glucks and gags can be the only noise heard in the room as I continue to rut and pound your pathetic fucking throat.

More and more groans fill the room, my eyes halflidding as I watch my cock bulge out your throat.

"Good fucking mutt. Finally found your use, Hmm?"

I continue to thrust into your tight, warm little throat, using it liberally and making sure you're knowledgable of my desire. The corners of your mouth now covered in frothy spit and drool, dripping on the floor, you hardly have any air.

For a short moment, I pin my dick deep in your throat, letting it tighten around me as you hold onto my thighs tightly, only for me to suddenly and quickly pull out, like unplugging a plug in a sink.

You're gagging and coughing, I take my hands away and let you squirm. You spit on the floor the slimey concoction of precum and spit before rolling back.

My length throbs in the cold air, as soon as you're back in position the needy feral rutting begins again. No consideration for you or your pleasure I use your throat like the fleshlight its meant to be

"Hmgnh! HRMNG!"

You hear my grunting get more and more intense as does my rutting, eventually I pull out one last time, grabbing my dick with my right hand and quickly finishing myself off on your face.

With a needy whine and whimper from myself, a few thick ropes of my divine fluids coat your face. The strength or the shots causing you to jolt.

I lay down next to you, my dick still out as I lay up on the bed and relax. With panted breath you hear me say.

"God... I feel bad for the people that dont have a mutt to use as a fleshlight every morning."

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

Hey fellow painsluts and other masochistic subbies... I just wanna share something that was helpful for me. Maybe it'll resonate with some of you too...

But like... its okay to not enjoy pain sometimes

And what I mean by that is recieving pain is not a passive role

It takes a lot of focus and mental energy to process that kind of intense stimuli. Learning how to translate pain into pleasure is a skill. Its something you develop over time

So if you're ever in a scene, and the pain your recieving is just... pain... its okay to stop, take a break, negotiate a different kind of scene , or do whatever you need to do

Take your time learning to process pain, and learning what kind of pain you like. You are still valid as a sub and as a masochist no matter where you are on that personal journey

feeding my he/hims until they are all buff

Clicker training 😵‍💫😵‍💫

God. I need to be trained when to cum, when you bark for them , when to moan…

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."