Obedience and Education: Re-built

Dom. 42M. All roads lead to what makes you feel complete

[anobedienceeducator]

Inbox is open again.

I decided to reopen the inbox for... whatever your dirty minds can think of.

I may respond publicly to the messages I find most interesting.

Stay dirty, little pets.

Looking forward to read you.

[anobedienceeducator]

sexual tension

I have a friend that we forbade each other to meet alone.

We talk a lot trough the phone, messages and memes and whatnot. We meet strictly in birthdays and such, never just the two of us.

Why? Because we crave for each other so badly that if left alone for one second, we'd both go feral.

It's simple, small things... the grace of my fingers on her palm when I hold her hand, the soft, way-too-intimate nesting of her face on my chest when we hug...

The way her nipples harden when I kiss her hello.

The way her scent makes me want to tear her clothes apart.

We talk about it a lot too. We both know what the other likes. What drives us mad with lust and greedy desire...

I know she's obsessed with oral and has a creampie fetish. To the point the thought of fucking a guy and having him not finish inside her is unthinkable.

She knows I'm sadistic, and that I love leaving my mark on soft flesh... She knows I love to make a girl get messy. Turn them into drooling little piles of whimpering need.

I know she rarely does anal... But she can't help but press her ass against me when no one is looking.

"a treat just for the right guy" she says.

She knows I crave to make her mine.

The anticipation has us play with each other buttons so much, it has become our way of friendship.

A slight pull on her hair when we hug to say goodbye. My hand on her waist pulling her slightly rougher than good manners allow.

Her back arched back just enough to press her body the right way against mine, her neck exposed a little bit too much as kiss her cheek so I can taste her better.

We know it will happen.

It's not an if, it's a when.

She knows I'll mark her with teeth, nail and everything in between.

I know she'll take everything I give her, howling in pleasure.

She licks her lips when she sees my crotch, thinking about the taste of my cum on her mouth, the feel of me stretching her before filling her to the brim as she talks dirty in my ear to beg for her prize.

I go home pent up whenever I see her, my eyes eating her body up as I memorize each curve where my hand should go, each sweet spot that makes her moan... I hold her a little too long on each hug. Savoring her skin under my fingers as I try to caress everything I can... To sear my touch in her body.

Her fingers moving between her legs as we send each other notes of what we'll do to each other. She sends voice notes of her cumming in her bedroom late at night, voice stifled to not alert her roommate.

I send her notes of me jerking off to her. Moaning her name between growls. As I imagine my teeth on her soft, delicate skin.

She knows she shouldn't. She begs me to "play nice"... While sending a photo of her in lace.

I know that we should stop it... while I send her a video of me cumming while looking at her photo, I tell her we should lift that prohibition of meeting alone.

Her mouth waters, her legs clench form the thought.

My nails on her thighs, my cock inside her.

My seed in her womb.

Maybe we should.

Maybe we will.

Maybe tomorrow.

My tongue between her legs.

Her fingers gripping my hair.

My hands on her breasts.

Her moans, my grunts.

Raw lust, unbound.

No words, just fucking.

Because if not then, when?

Hard, rough, brutal.

Eating each other's beasts while in heat.

Feeding from our shared need.

I should call her today.

She taps her fingers on her desk with my number already dialed. Just one button.

Just one phrase.

It's all it will need.

"come fuck me"

And I'd be there.

No questions asked.

She cancels the call shaking in her office, the need so bad she has to cross her legs feel... anything touching her aching cunt.

She feels the emptiness, the need for me to be inside her.

I stop myself from calling her. My cock so hard in my pants that it's painful.

I'm parked outside her office. I would just need one short message.

"I want you right now"

I grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles grow white, before driving away.

Soon.

It's a torture for both of us.

The good kind of pain.

The one that we crave.

[anobedienceeducator]

A prayer

I find religion a fascinating subject.

The Higher power itself I have no issues with. There are things above our control, after all... As much as I loathe to admit it.

However, the highly ritualistic self-humiliation and degradation implied in religion is... Interesting.

Think about it... You ask for forgiveness for your perceived flaws, and beg via ritualistic acts and words to be called good.

"forgive me father, for I have sinned" is just the socially accepted way to say "I'm sorry daddy, I've been bad".

They kneel for their respective gods, most religious have people to be put in a submissive, on-your-knees position to convey your devotion.

some include flagellation and pain as part of it too.

The difference is that they offer bliss on the next world, not on this one.

I offer you the judgment right here and now.

You do your ritual.

On your knees.

Dress appropriately.

Tell me about your flaws, your sins, your errors.

So I can correct them.

Repeat the words.

Say it for me.

You hands on your thighs. My hand on your hair.

The soft caress as you ready yourself.

You expose your soft, tender flesh for me.

Legs slightly spread as you show me your chest, the delicate, soft skin... ready to be marked by my love.

The lick of leather against your skin as I slap you with the belt. Your tears flowing as I let the first one sear your brain.

Your hips move softly. Arching yourself up to offer yourself to me.

Second hit, and you moan between sobs.

It burns so good.

Makes your mind go white for a second.

Repeat the words.

This is your version of a prayer.

Say it again.

It makes me feel like your soul has no room for anyone or anything else but me.

The pain you offer to burn in the altar of my pleasure.

Your make up gets ruined from the tears, even that is part of the rite.

You could use a waterproof brand, but you don't... Just because you know I like to see it like this.

The collar on your neck, the stockings on your legs.

All to make me happy.

To be the perfect lamb.

My cock hard, pressing against my pants.

You ask for permission to kiss it.

It's your communion.

"take this, for it is my body"

You open wide, ready to take the body of your god in your mouth.

Soon you'll be drinking something as well.

Swallowing your prize.

Your Hands on your thighs.

Your body shaking as you feel the first thrust.

You need this.

I do too.

You think you're nothing without my guidance, without my voice... Without me inside you.

Truth is gods are only Gods if someone believes in them.

I need your pain, your submission... your endless devotion.

I need you more than you need me.

I need your faith in me.

So do the things you do. Be my perfect little lamb.

Surrender your body, mind and soul to burn in the altar of my depravities.

You gag softly, but don't try to stop it. A good pet takes it.

You softly get on all fours, exposing your most intimate places for me to inspect. To hurt... to use.

As I stretch you out, you gasp, in pure Bliss of being accepted for what you are.

For being deemed worthy.

For being praised for your imperfection.

You're about to be rewarded in the only way you understand.

The only way you need.

When I enter you, it feels like everything that's wrong with the world fades away.

There's only me, my body, and your submission.

You keep being good. So I can reward you.

You confess being bad, so I can correct you.

Your life revolves around my praise.

You think that means you're mine.

The truth is... it means I'm yours.

I'll keep making sure you stay good.

I'll make up rituals, words and acts for you to do.

So you can worship me in your own way.

You climax as I press into you, blessed by the knowledge that your body brings me so much pleasure.

Truth is I'm taking my time to press every button, to hit every sweet spot.

To make you addicted to me.

I am everything you want, because I need to be.

I perfect myself, so I can be worthy of your devotion.

So I can be your god.

[anobedienceeducator]

The way you break

Truth is anyone could have broken you.

It's not that hard to do anyway. You were born to be on your knees.

The first time someone put their cock in your mouth, you melted.

You probably got scared about it. Feeling how your windpipe closed as the piece of meat pushed deeper and deeper.

You said you didn't like it. Made you afraid you'd choke or something.

Truth was, you got scared of how much you liked the taste.

The texture of a man's cock gliding on your tongue, the sensation as It hit the back of your throat.

How it made you drool. The thick ropes of saliva oozing from your mouth.

Made it feel like there was a wet, slippery pussy on your neck and when someone's used it, you lubed it like a good girl.

The thought scared you.

Then someone else made you do it.

You said no, didn't matter much, they did not pressure you into it.

You felt.. hollow, after it ended.

It missed something.

You made yourself believe you didn't enjoy it, you lied so much you almost believed it.

Almost.

Then I pulled you down on your knees and put it in your mouth.

The taste ignited a spark on your brain.

You drooled so much it coated your neck, your chest....

You kept saying no and protesting as much as you could while I pried open your throat with my cock.

Tears on your eyes as your nails clawed at my thighs.

I slapped you before putting it back in. Deeper. Made you flinch and your jaw opened, relaxed by instinct.

You felt as my hands gripped your hair and pushed you even deeper.

You gagged and the drool shot out of the corners of your mouth as your eyes rolled back.

Then you felt the smacks.

1...2...3...4 in the back for your head. Each one pushing my cock even deeper down your throat.

Your hands twitching as you clawed your own thighs.

In tears, as your could not breathe. You realized your were about to cum from being used like this.

From having your mouth-pussy filled.

It made sense. You where being fucked. Good girls cum when they get fucked.

You're a good girl.

You felt how your whole body coiled around your throat. You were ready for it.

You needed it.

One more thrust and it happened. You felt the trobbing, the pulsating engorgement of my cock as the load went from my balls trough my shaft. The blast of creamy, thick white warmness hitting your throat so hard that you couldn't even try to swallow. It forced it's way down. You gulped it greedily and it kept pouring into you.

You climaxed so hard you felt your muscles cramp.

As I pulled out you were a mess of tears, thick drool and semen. Your make up ruined, your chest coated in fluids.

And downstairs, you ruined your underwear as well.

You never had an orgasm like that.

You coughed a bit, sobbing.

You looked up to me.

"ca....n can I have some more?" You said in the smallest voice you ever had.

You were born for this.

[anobedienceeducator]

Countdown

New years eve is always a fun night. Parties, hopeful spirits all around, people shredding that last bit of holiday euphoria...

Perfect to make a game out of it isn't it?

Spent the whole day overstimulating you. The soft lick of my belt on your ass, the trail of my tongue on your neck... My fingers pressed against your clit just enough to make your whole body clench...

But no cumming. Keeping you on edge all day. You started to dread me passing by near you, because it meant i'd do... something to you.

By 5 pm you can't even think, and I pushed you into the bathroom fingered you in the shower while you cried, begging mo to let you cum as I slowly kissed your wet body.

Stopped right before you could cum.

I laid out the clothes you'll wear for the evening. It's sexy, you muttered a hushed prayer under your breath as you felt the fabric touch your skin.

Everything was picked to make you feel sensually aroused from the touch of the fabric against your skin.

Even the new collar.

Once you got dressed up, make up done and all, I come back in.

There's rope in my hand. You swallow, feeling your body react to it.

It's 8 pm when I begin to slowly tie your arms behind your back. The rope feels soft and smooth, the knots just in the right places to make it hurt when you move... The soft thrill as I link the rope with your collar.

Leashed, pretty and ready to party.

Nowhere to go but where I want you to.

The shiver down you spine as you notice the little details. The clothes I picked are designed around the rope arrangement.... It's like it complements it.

You hear the noise outside, there's people in the house. A new year party?

Friends, they see you. Tied, dressed, owned.

It feels natural.

You feel like you're melting between your thighs whenever you greet someone.

Most girls wear collars. Some men too.

I feed you gently, help you drink... it's strange to feel being served and serviced because you can't use your arms. It's like... You're useless but loved for it.

The throbbing between your legs when you see a girl on her knees near me. She's collared and leashed. Her owner talking to me. The puppy is looking at you while hugging my leg.

You recognize her, you've seen pictures of me with her, seems like I've trained her.

You wonder how many like her are here.

But not one is like you. Not one has been bound like this.

Useless and helpless. Just a piece of flesh to admire. To take care of.

They look at you with a glint of envy whenever I feed you softly. Whenever my fingers graze between your thighs while we're talking. Never doing more than just a flicker of a caress.

The whole thing is a massive teasing session. I'm edging you in public.

The thought of it is making your head spin.

11 pm, dinner as we talk and laugh.

My hands on your lips whenever I put a morsel in your mouth .

The touch of the glass when I give you something to drink.

Trying to make conversation while you feel you're about to cum from being talked to is an... experience.

5 minutes before midnight, everyone gathers to see the countdown.

I place you near me. My hand sliding under your dress again. There's no delicate caress now. I'm pressing my finger in you. Rubbing your clit as I finger fuck you in front of everyone.

You're tied up and my chest is against your back. Trapped. You can feel my erection trough my clothes against your butt.

1 minute more.

You know what I'm going to do.

You grow pale the second you realize it.

30 seconds.

Your eyes roll back, your head follows and you see the mistletoe hanging above us.

You wonder if I'll kiss you.

Come to think of it, I rarely do kiss your in the lips.

You're whimpering, stifling the sounds of your desperation out of habit.

"don't worry, you don't need to beg for it... not this time"

10 seconds.

Everyone is counting down.

9....

Fingers pumping in nada out of you. Thumb making circles on your clit.

8....

My cock is hard against your ass. You wonder if I would just put it in you in front of everyone.

7...

My breath on your neck as I whisper the numbers in your ear.

6....

The pain of your arms tied up, your hands are gripping my shirt like your life depends on it.

5...

Your hips grinding. Your eyes are filling up with tears as you get so close you can almost taste it.

4...

You've never been this needy. I love how you look right now. I tell you that I want you to be like this forever.

3...

You're holding yourself back now. You don't want to ruin it by cumming to early. Not yet. Just a bit longer.

2...

You giggle madly between moans. One more second. Hold on, don't you dare to ruin it.

1...

It starts to unroll inside you. All the pleasure that you coiling up in your core. Your mind is blazing white hot. Only one thought...

The ball drops.

You explode like you never had before.

It's not a moan, it's almost a howl.

Everyone is cheering.

I kiss your lips under the mistletoe.

Some traditions must be observed after all.

You cants stop cumming.

Happy new year.

[anobedienceeducator]

its just a number

When you were born I was already sneaking in my high school bathrooms with a girl. Bodies pressed against each other, heavy breathing as we explored and learn hot to make each other lose control.

By the time you were in grade school, having your first innocent crush on a cartoon character... I was learning about how to choke a woman without hurting her. Close the windpipe just enough she feels oxygen depraved, but safe enough to enjoy it.

You began exploring your body young, innocent rubs as you felt tingly... looking at boys. Men... By then, I was in college, learning oh so important lessons like what safe words are and aftercare.

By the time you entered highschool, you've already kissed, maybe got to second base with way too eager, way too old for you boys... I was on my first true "real relationship" by then.

You gave up your virginity in the backseat of a car, whimpering softly as the boy pumped you greedily, he told you how good you felt on his cock while you begged him not to cum inside... It was the first time anyone ignored your pleas. You understood that it was supposed to be like that.

Your whole life since then has been about that moment. That rush of feeling someone want you so bad they can't stop themselves... Soon enough, you understood that boys were not enough to fill that void. Too eager, too... fast.

Men, on the other hand... men that knew what they were doing, men that liked how you felt when you melted into a needy mess. Men that where far too old for you.

While you where learning this and getting attention, I was already getting hitched. Be responsible, form a family... All that stuff. Yet there was something missing. The thrill of the leash, the flavour of the softness of a body willing to be hurt... A body that welcomed the pain.

Older men weren't enough anymore for you either, you needed... more. Something missing to fill the void, to make you focus, to... hurt. The need to be reminded how small, helpless and messy you are. That feeling you had when the first boy used you. The soreness when he pushed to far, when he slapped you so you'd stop crying when he creampied you.

Nothing has ever compared to that. Does it?

You chased it for years. Until you understood.

It wasn't the sex, it was being... small. Helpless.

It was the pain.

You started going online seeking for it. I was there. It was like I was waiting for you.

For one just like you.

One that I could break.

One that could take everything that I have to give.

One that would welcome my darkest impulses.

One such as you.

As you read every word I sent, drank every sound coming from me, it slowly filled the void.

It made the pain so much sweeter.

The first time you felt my wedding ring in your pussy as I fingered you. You came so hard you saw stars.

The first time I made you keep count as I choked you, making sure you would not pass out but barely so, you felt like it couldn't be better... helpless.

The first time I had to punish you, you cried of happiness. It felt... right.

You're young enough to be my daughter. You call me daddy when you cum.

It's what was missing for you.

When I'm caressing the bruises of you skin. Kissing the red lines of the whip as you sob and ask if you were good this time.

All you can think is how perfect it feels to have my attention.

When you're whimpering softly after I'm done, and I have you in my arms... You feel so small, so perfect for me.

It took some time to find it, but it was worth it.

A little girl for me. My good girl.

You being younger only means I get to have fun with you for longer.

Me being older only means I know how to give you exact what you needed all your life.

The only regret was that we would not found each other sooner...

So I would have been the one to break you first.

So you wouldn't have to have waited so long to feel complete.

Now, baby... let's see what you can do for daddy, shall we?

[anobedienceeducator]

I want you to be my porn

It's simple, really.

I want to sexualize your every single breath.

I want you to constantly think about making me hard, your brain rewired so you'd be always wanting me to watch.

I want you to pick your clothes thinking about how it'll make me want you.

I want you to take care of yourself so your body is ever ready to be fucked. Because just watching you makes me want to.

I want your life to revolve around the happy chemicals that go off whenever you see my eyes devour you, my hands always in your curves and eager to go into your holes.

I want to jerk off to everything you do for me.

I want you obsessed with me cumming for you.

Does it sound too intense?

Good.

Does it make you moan softly as you read this?

Better.

Does your fingers glide on your thigh as you think about me, hoping that I'd give you a hint of what I want from you?

I want everything. Just so you know.

So go ahead and touch your body... Show me how desperate you are for my touch.

Turn into a messy, drooling, mindless thing for pleasure... And show me.

Make both of us cum.

[anobedienceeducator]

In case you forget

I like to leave little trails of crumbs for you.

Small gestures of casual attention.

For example, this little note.

Just a reminder that I'm here for you.

You should give me something to think about.

To remember you.

To give you the attention you so desperately crave.

why dont you?

Maybe you'll earn something really special.

Be naughty. Be dirty.

For me.

[anobedienceeducator]

Bruises

It's beautiful, isn't it? The dark purple against your flesh, the hypersensitivity as you glide your fingers over the small bump, hidden underneath your clothes as you stroll around outside.

A little reminder of my touch.

Whenever you get anxious outside, you press on it softly, causing you to whimper under your breath.

You remember exactly what I did to you.

Every stroke, every grip of my fingers on your body.

Every caress of leather on your tender flesh.

You remember how you cried, muffled sounds as you bit the gag so hard your teeth marked the ball.

You recall how relieved you felt when I kissed the place I just hit, signaling you've been a good little pet.

It melted you.

My fingers inside you softly, you trading the whimpers for moans.

As you run your fingers trough the bruise, your mind burns white hot. Everything feels sharper. Including the list of groceries in front of you.

You don't mind the people eyeing you funny when you slide your finger on the small patch of sensitive skin, they don't know how it feels.

They don't know how alive you feel.

How exhilarating it is to have someone taking care of you.

Making sure you don't fuck up.

Keeping you from being...

That other word, the one that's not good.

You smile softly, and grab the rest of the groceries almost dancing on your feet.

Well, you would dance if your whole body wasn't sore still.

But no pain, no gain right?

You grab a few more things, humming happily.

You used to dread going outside.

Now it's so easy.

If you can endure what I do to you, nothing out there can scare you anymore.

Your thighs clench when you think about it.

Maybe you should forget one thing, from the list, just to make sure I have a reason to... Correct you.

You put back one random item from the list.

you're almost vibrating in joy when you get to the car and call me.

"daddy... I think I forgot something" you say, with a small voice, but bubbling with excitement.

By the time you get home, you're biting your lip thinking about what is about to happen.

You always need me to keep you good, after all.

[anobedienceeducator]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, I started to seeing your blog more and more and I am curious. What is your ideal submissive like????? 😻

An ideal submissive is an interesting concept, because it would mean that said Sub would have to fulfill a "shape" - not body related, but rather that fulfils exactly the mold I might have in my brain.

But submission is not a "one-size-fits-all" thing, it's malleable, adjusts to what I might need from them and what they need from me. At least in my opinion.

I can tell you what I'm attracted to, instead. I like feminine pets, not in an exaggerated bimbo-like fashion, instead the fact that they embrace the concept of being feminine for me: delicate, subdued, devoted, attentive and soft.

Also, cleanliness, taking care of their body, making sure it's appealing to look, smell and feel. Their bodies are, in a way, a property, and they have the duty to keep it healthy and clean for their owner. This does not mean a specific body type however, just that they should be aware of their bodies' functions and needs and do what they need to do to be healthy.

A pet that knows the fine line between devotion and zealousness is very, very attractive for me. A blind follower is only useful as it's owner's sight, and sometimes Dom's need their pets to help them put things in perspective. A pet who knows when an order goes too far and can communicate it clearly is worth a thousand mindless drones. Specially sadistic types like myself, we need a pet who is able to handle themselves and draw their lines very clearly. Lest them be swept on our particular brand of pleasure.

I do hope this has helped you understand this blog a bit more... and hope next time you write it won't be under the guise of anonymity.

Stay dirty

[anobedienceeducator]

blinded by the lights

You sat on your desk and turned on the computer. Time to be a responsible, well-adjusted adult for once right?

You saw the email I sent you on your inbox, play me, it says.

You, being the good, obedient little pet you are, open it.

The video covers the whole screen, it's a slow, very pretty spiral.

Oh, no.

You whimper, softly

"Not now... Please don't make me..." You whisper under your breath.

But you hear the hum, your phone is vibrating.

You have to pick up. Your eyes glued to the screen.

"hello? Please... daddy... I don't... I hav... have...to..." you stutter

"look at the screen and hear my voice" I say gently

"daddy... It makes... Please don't make me feel good... I'm... Not.." your fingers are already gliding down your body, softly caressing those sweet spots you like so much.

"turn on the camera, daddy needs to see if you're being good" again, not demanding, just being reasonable, right?

Right?

Your fingers tremble as you turn on the webcam, already set up to send the feed to me.

When did I make you do that?

You lift your shirt, exposing your chest as you bite your lip, the screen flashes softly, a number appears: 1.

"you're so pretty" I say, making you giggle.

"start touching yourself"

Your hand caresses your chest, it always makes you feel so unsure when you do... Other girls probably look sexier up there, don't they?

The number flashes again: 2.

You smile, daddy likes you just like this, so it's ok.

Makes you moan in delight, knowing daddy likes you.

Makes you wet.

Fingers gliding down now, reaching into your panties. Your eyes roll back for a second.

You're too close.

That's bad.

"it feels too good daddy.. I cant..."

Number goes up again. 3. The flashing ligh makes the spiral look pretty.

Pretty like you.

It's fine, you're a good girl.

What do good girls do?

Good girls... it starts with an E.

Your fingers reach your pussy, you're soaking wet.

"keep going, sweetie" my voice thick with desire.

"dadd...y..I'm... too... sen... sensitive.... I'm gonna... c..."

No

Don't say it

If you say it, it'll happen.

The spiral keeps flashing.

Don't say it. Don't even think about... that.

Keep... you know the words... but they slip your brain...

Smoothly.

Smooth.

Like your skin..

Feels good on your fingers.

Down.

Deeper down there...

Spiral down...

The lights flash again, a number. 7.

When did it got to seven?

Feels too good.

You whimper pathetically as you get closer to...

You have to stop.

You're going to mess it up.

Your fingers tremble inside you.

Fuck.

It feels even better when you're anxious and shaking.

Fuck fuck fuck

You're close...

"don't do it... slow down" my voice soothes you.

"say it" I ask.

"I'm... I'm a good girl" you sob softly, your fingers already increasing the pace again.

"yes you are"

You giggle, and moan deeper.

Spiral counts up and starts moving faster.

Your fingers move faster too.

Your hips are rolling in the chair.

It's so close you can taste it.

But you're a good girl.

"I'm a good girl" you say.

"what do good girls do?" My voice again, making you moan.

"good girls Edge", flash, 9.

The click makes you feel even better. The lights are so pretty...

You remembered the word.

Makes your pussy clench.

"exactly, what you don't do?"

Oh god.

No.

It's making you think about it.

The word.

The really good word.

You lick your lips and your eyes roll back again.

No.

Too close.

"i... cant... daddy... I can't stop... help me... I'm... I don't wanna... c..."

The word is too powerful.

You want to slow down but then the pretty lights will get angry and stop.

So you keep going, and hold it.

Hold it in.

Hold.

Good girls edge.

Edge.

Keep going.

"don't makemesayitplease" it comes out in a dribbling, pathetic voice.

Your voice.

That's the real you.

Small and helpless.

Needy.

Horny.

You're almost drooling.

But you hold on.

Good girl.

The number on the screen.

What is it?

11. Good

Means you haven't messed it up.

You're a good girl.

More.

More, more, more.

Faster.

"good girls... I'm a good girl... good girls don't cum"

You said it.

You cry of relief, but it makes you moan harder.

Too close.

But you said it.

"indeed, and you're the best girl"

Yes yes yes.

You're the prettiest.

Fingers sloshing your wetness as you keep going.

It's so intense.

Spiral goes faster.

14. It says.

Fingers not enough.

You stand up. Press your clit against the edge of the desk. Hard.

Panties wet.

Rubbing.

Soaked.

Messy.

Like a puppy.

Grinding.

Daddy is watching you be such a needy, pathetic little pet.

Don't cum.

You repeat it over and over.

It's so close you can taste it.

Door opens behind you.

Don't care.

Puppy needs to edge.

You're a good girl.

Keep edging.

You feel my hands on your body, brain melting as you kneel down.

My leg between yours.

"pl... please... daddy... I... was.. good... I... didn't..."

I smile.

My cock is near your mouth.

"you can cum now, sweetie. Cum for daddy"

You cry, smiling.

Your mouth opens, pleadingly.

As my cock enters your pretty, drooling mouth, you hear the sound on the screen.

Click.

18.

You can't hold it back any longer.

Cumming for daddy.

Good girl.

[anobedienceeducator]

The voice (in men)

We men often undervalue the power of our voices, specially when talking to a... Partner, so to speak, whether it's your current plaything or a potential new one, one must never underestimate the power we have with our vocal chords and the impact of it on a person's brain.

Even if your normal speaking voice is not particularly deep, men have the natural ability to lower our voice range into a soft growl, being able to do this on particular words is specially effective to condition someone to understand that you want them.

Just to give an example, try to tell someone they're a "good girl/boy" without lowering your tone. You can't can you? It's ingrained in our minds to praise in a lower tone than what we use for talking.

Makes the person feel special. It also conditions their brain to seek that tone of voice again in your speech. Because it means they're getting your attention, affection... desire.

Same thing with moans, we men rarely moan in pleasure, so when we do, and someone hears it, it melts them. Makes them try extra hard for it, do anything to hear us express our satisfaction. Even the most dedicated domme has to train herself to not have her legs shake when their partner moans deeply in her ear.

It's pure instinct.

So go ahead and not be afraid of use your voice, whisper in their ear, find the tone in your voice that makes them melt into a puddle... and reward them with it.

One whispered word while giving a casual hug, can open you more door than months of talks and dates.

You're born with the power to make anyone fall to their knees for you... The way to their fall is not on the eyes, is in the spiral hiding on their ears.

[anobedienceeducator]

I LOVE YOUR BLOG.

I reallyyyyyy hope your looking for more subs cause I need a daddy 😻

I am, sadly, not looking for more dedicate subs right now... But I'm more than happy to indulge in conversation with any good little pet that comes this way.

[anobedienceeducator]

Dreaming.

You wanted it to happen.

You slept with your door open, just to see what could happen.

You wearing booty shorts, the kind that leave very little to the imagination, the soft fabric gliding on your skin on each movement.

I wouldn't dare to do anything right? I was too respectful, to much of gentleman... too married to pay any attention to you.

You were just a brat after all, how would I do anything to you?

You spent the first night softly pressing your body against a pillow thinking about the possibility that I could not be any of those things.

The second night you heard my steps as I came into your bedroom. You bit your lip not avoid letting a moan out as I moved the blanket away to see your thighs. You felt my hand caress your flesh and struggled to not give away you were awake.

Third night you spent it waiting, desperate to see if I came in. It didn't happen, but it made you stay aroused all night. You spent all day almost begging for me to just... do it.

Unable to say it. Unable to act on your needs.

Fourth night, and just when you were falling asleep, you felt my hands on your bottom. You tried not to moan... it felt so wrong that I was actually going for it... but you loved it nonetheless.

I noticed how ready for it you were, there was no way you could hide it any more. But it didn't happen then either. You almost screamed when you felt me slip away.

It's been 5 nights, you haven't slept in almost a week and haven't been able to... finish, in that time either. Days are a blurry of hazy thoughts and needy whimpers as you wait for the night.

6th night I grind my hard cock against your ass while you lay in bed, the need grows inside you like a ravenous beast, you want it all but cannot say it, cannot even talk when I'm around. Just needy sounds of a little puppy... And the lack of sleep makes you so tired, so confused.

I shouldn't be touching you like this. You should stop it...

But you like it, you started it by teasing me. Knowing I'm everything you shouldn't want.

Older.

Married.

Very much untouchable by you...

There's no way this should happen.

7th night, you fall asleep from exhaustion and being on edge for a week make you so hazed up you think you said something over dinner, or didn't you? You remember that I put my hand on your thigh and you almost creamed yourself in front of everyone.

Or was it that you thought it happened? It's all blurry now.

In your dreams, you hear how your door gets locked, that's a first.

You feel my hands roaming your body. You try to stop it, but... feels too good.

Older men know how to touch you.

Is it my fingers going into your little, tight hole? You felt the air touch your body as I move the shorts aside. But...

Fingers, yes, two fingers... it's stretching you out. Testing the waters...

You want to say no. But... this is what you wanted, right?

You feel the wedding ring in my finger as I molest you.

It makes you so hot that you think you're gonna cum from just that.

"please"... You manage to say as I put you in prone position.

The next sound coming out of you is the anguished moan of your climax as you feel me entering you.

"shhh.... it's ok" I whisper in your ear.

You feel so small... so helpless...

I shouldn't do this to you...

But I am.

And I'm not stopping.

The world spins in your little head.

"you wanted this" I whisper.

You nod, tears in your eyes.

You hug the pillow as I go all the way inside you.

The slow, deliberate push as I bottom you out.

The weight of my body over yours.

The grunts as I increase the pace.

I'm almost too big for you.

You don't care.

This is what you always wanted.

Silly little thing.

Small, helpless, needy.

The pace increases and you know this won't be the last time this will bappen.

You found yourself a daddy.

The daddy you dreamed of.

[roughribo]

I feel like people completely miss that so-called "submissive training" is also training for the dom.

Like, your rule about how you should be addressed feels undermined if you overdo it with a punishment, instead of a casual verbal reminder.

Your rule about how much water to drink doesn't feel like care when you don't call out when they need to drink more.

Your rule about bedtime is meaningless if the bedtime itself isn't consistent.

Training for the sub is to learn how to perform an expectation for a dom, and the flipside for the dom, is learning how to perform authority and understanding what kind of authority your sub will respond to in which situations. Being an authority figure is less like being the boss and more like being a gardener.

Rules that you train your submissive to follow are not something that you 'set and forget;' no, rules are like gardenbeds. You must actively care for and tend to the rules that you and your sub plant. Weed out the rotten rules that don't work or tweak a rule that's struggling so that it can thrive. Have a healthy soil for your rules to take root and grow and blossom. You don't "just know" how to be a good gardener. If you don't tend to them, rules wilt. Like with anything else, you have to learn and practice authority.

You don't have to be domineering when you practice authority either. In fact, I'd say that most rule enforcement feels warm and cozy when you're doing it right, but that can be subjective depending on your D/s dynamic. You have to show that you care both about your sub and about your garden of rules and that you are the authority that they specifically crave to be cultivated by.

So, what kind of garden have you planted? What parts of your garden need weeded? What rules grow and thrive easily there? How are you going to cultivate your authority?

Our garden has a clematis (rule for what title to use for me), but we needed to put up a lattice for it to climb in order to give it the structure (a public-friendly title) it needed to thrive year-round. That rule doesn't need much tending to in our garden, just a good structure and healthy foundation and it can be easily maintained.

[anobedienceeducator]

I want you to own it

I love when you try to take charge.

How assertive you get when you feel like you can have what you want.

Your hands on my thighs, your lips slowly pressing on my flesh as you glide your mouth where it belongs.

The flicker of your tongue on your lips as you see how much I want you.

The glint in your eyes as you lick it. Kiss it and moan.

I love that you know what I like.

I love when you devote yourself to it, tease me and edge me, savoring your moment.

When you feel you're in control.

When you feel you can make me beg for you to finish the job.

The softness of your mouth, the mischief of your tongue.

And how easy it'll be for me to take control.

You know it's as simple as my hand on your hair and a soft push, hitting that spot that makes you feel like you can't breathe.

You know if I do, I don't stop until I'm done. Even if you start fainting.

Even if you can't take it.

But I don't need to.

You're owning it today.

Owning your need.

Owning our pleasure.

After all, you cannot give me something you don't own, do you?

Own it.

So you can surrender it all to me.

Make us enjoy it.

[anobedienceeducator]

How it sounds

it started innocent enough, I'd just casually press the button when I gave you a treat.

Caressing your cheek, one click.

Giving you new pieces of clothes, one click.

My thumb on your mouth, click.

Then every time I made you cum, I begin to press it as well.

As I entered you deep and gentle, click.

As I put my fingers inside you in public, click.

As you trembled, your legs shaking as I was filling you up so deep you felt my cum stir your insides, click... click... click.

After a while, the sound became part of your life. You even kept count of them.

A day with few clicks made you want to be better.

A day with lots of clicks had you smiling happily as you went to sleep.

you asked to see the tally every day, beaming when it hit double digits on a day because you were such a good girl.

By then you'd do anything to hear it.

Anything at all... For that little sound.

Click.

Before, you had to be forced to do... some things. They made you cry. You didn't like it. You even hated some.

Now you crave the little Click afterwards.

Now you just whimper and nod, your eyes fixed on the little device in my hand as you endure whatever twisted depravity I create for you.

Waiting for the click.

it makes you smile trough the tears when you hear it. You even laugh relieved.

Click.

Makes your brain bombard you with the happy chemicals.

Click.

Makes your holes twitch in anticipation.

Click.

Makes your whole body soften.

Click.

Makes you want it more.

Even the word makes you think about it doesn't it?

It's like every time you read it you repeat it in your head.

Like I'm calling you a good pet.

Even now as you read these last few lines, you're expecting it.

Slowly getting more and more desperate for me to put it in here.

To make you smile.

To make sure you're a good pet for reading all the way down here.

How many times it repeats? How many times you re-read all I wrote to make sure you didn't miss one?

Maybe if it hit a magic number, like... 18, it'll make you giddy and give you that sweet rush of happy numbness in your little head.

You just went back to count them, did you?

Good job.

You noticed?

It needs just one more...

What would you do for me to make it get to that magic number?

What will you give me?

For just...

One...

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