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pulling out before pushing back in is honestly criminally underrated. like. get me into it, get me used to the feeling of you inside of me, and then pull out to watch my eyes roll from how empty i feel. pull out while i’m moving to your rhythm to hear me whine and beg. pull out to spread my wetness all over me so you can push in and out easier. pull out and then make me wait for it because you just like seeing me all worked out for you. pull out and then make me suck you off because you want my tongue right now actually and because you know i’ll be spending the whole time thinking about you flipping me over to fuck me. pull out because you know i’ll be wetter and louder and all fucking yours when you start fucking me again.
i love estrogen gel because the existence of "the slime that turns you into a girl" sounds like a fetish you'd find on deviantart but it's a real thing
subs are just playthings with buttons. when you push them, they make funny sounds. they're like interactive dolls. click this button and they cry, click that button and they moan. click both of them and they make a mess. cute.
Before we leave the house, he asks me to sit, and I do, of course. He clips on my collar and leash, rewarding me with an edible, and we leave-
We’re meeting with his friends, I know that much. The whole drive there his hand is on my thigh, squeezing it, telling me that we’re going to have so much fun. By the time we pull up to the house, I’m pleasantly high, my anxious nerves somewhat receding. He ruffles my hair, pulls me in by the collar and kisses me; a deep, passionate, possessive kiss. Without a word, we head inside. I know better than to ask questions- I trust him, and I wouldn’t get any answers anyways.
He holds the leash and I follow him, shyly sticking to his side as we enter. There’s several people about, laughing, talking, drinking. Some stop as we enter, cheering, coming up to greet him, and then me. My face burns hot, my puppy ears going back shyly as they begin to study and admire me. Some come up and pat my head, one grabs my ass and tugs on my tail, another putting a hand under my shirt and feeling the bare skin of my chest. I’m still clinging to his arm, unable to form words.
“He’s my very good boy, I’ve trained him well. He’s such an eager pup, isn’t that right?” He smiles to me, petting my head. I’m comforted by this, and I nod, letting out a small woof.
“So timid- he’s not usually like this, c’mon pup, let’s show them how smart you are,” he steps away from me and tugs off my shirt, then my trousers, leaving my in my briefs. A small circle has formed around us now, calling me handsome, cute, pretty boy, as he tugs on my leash. I’m nervous being so exposed around all these strangers, but I keep my eyes on him. I’m already aroused, as I know what he has in store for me, and I can feel the wetness forming between my legs.
“Sit, puppy,” and I do, eagerly getting to my knees, looking up at him with obedience. Any word he says is law to me- I could never disobey. Would never disobey. I wait for the next command, focused completely on him.
want to tussle around with someone aggressive. grab them by the back of the shirt and slam them face down onto the bed, roll around until I finally pin them and give their ass a hefty amount of discipline.
I just enjoy the idea of taming a lot.
muzzle training the out of control mutt so they learn not to bite unless told, willingly laying at my feet with their ass sticking up and their hole dripping like they just cant help it anymore. theres something beautiful about a fighting spirit waning into submission over a period of time… thinking theyre the boss and a few months later theyre grinding against your boot like one of those needy pups they swore to never become.
There’s just something about whiny boys that get me so hard. Want them to whimper and whine in my ear while I play with their t-dick. Have them crying as I slam inside them. It’s just so cute knowing they can’t hold back their voice as I fuck them so good. Especially when their voice gets high-pitched and it cracks since they’re on testosterone. It’s just so fucking hot, boys need to be more whiny
i wish someone would tease me all day long, and i really do mean allllll day. first thing in the morning, waking up already dripping because they’ve been running their hands across all the places they know make me weak. trying to urge their hand downwards to stroke my throbbing tdick, but they just get out of bed and ask what i want for breakfast.
i follow them out to the kitchen, waiting patiently while i try to ignore my throbbing puppycunt. “come help me out real quick,” they ask. i approach, expecting to help with our breakfast, but they force me to my knees and pull down their pajama pants. they mumble “good puppy,” before shoving my face into their crotch, and i lick and suck until they tell me to stop.
we eat our food together on the couch, and they barely wait until i’m done before their hands are back on me. i’m already starting to lose my composure, but when i mumble out a breathy “pleasseee,” they stop again - casually reaching for the remote and turning on something to watch.
i try my hardest to focus on what we’re watching, but all i can think about is how horny i am. i press my thighs together, trying get any sort of relief. they put a hand on my thigh and turn towards me. “what’s wrong, pup? you seem to be a bit restless,” they say innocently.
i’m caught off guard by being addressed so suddenly and start trying to stammer out an answer. i can tell they’re pleased by how worked up i already am. “i just… i want you to touch me,” i finally manage to form a full sentence.
they chuckle. “aww, isn’t that sweet?” they ask in a patronizing tone. they move to straddle me on the couch, catching my wrists as i go to wrap my arms around them and pinning them to my sides. they start leaving soft kisses on my neck, nipping and sucking lightly.
i buck my hips upwards, trying to grind my neglected tdick onto anything, but they pull back immediately. i look up at them, still breathless. “why’d you stop?” i pout.
“because i wanted to, silly pup,” they say matter-of-factly. i want to protest, but i know it’ll only mean punishment later. so i keep my mouth shut and we go about the rest of our days.
they frequently check in on me, coming to see what i’m doing just to distract me with touches that linger for long after they’ve moved on. i try my best to go about my day as normal as i can, but my dripping boy pussy takes up all my focus.
by the evening, i’m a complete mess. the constant and frequent visits from them have left my body feeling tingly. i join them in the bed room while they pack a bowl and light up. they sit on the bed and take a rip, motioning me closer. i lean in, and they pull me down into a kiss, exhaling the smoke into my lungs.
i inhale deeply, taking the bong from them to return the favor. the high makes it all that much harder to ignore my teased tdick. i look over to them, watching as they take another rip. they raise an eyebrow when they notice me staring. “hm? does my puppy want something?”
“will you… please touch me now?” i start. they keep quiet for a bit, just staring into my eyes. it makes me uneasy, but the desperate hole between my legs makes me ignore any sense of shame. “please? i’ve been such a good boy all day… i didn’t try to touch myself. i was a good puppy…” tears form in my eyes as the begging becomes more and more genuine - i’ve never felt so desperate before.
their stoic expression finally breaks into a satisfied grin. “you’re so cute when you beg like that, puppy,” they say. “get on all fours and present for me like a good boy - i’ll give you exactly what you asked for.” i eagerly listen, moving into the position they’ve had me practice to perfection.
it feels like ages before i feel them lining their thick cock up behind me. i shiver as they massage the tip on my entrance. i try to push my hips back on it, but they hold me still. “please…. please fuck me - i can’t take it any more,” i don’t even try to hide how badly i need to be fucked any more.
“such a desperate mutt..” they growl out. in one swift movement, they push into me. finally being filled up after a day of teasing sends me over the edge immediately. “aww, what a naughty puppy… you were doing so well, but you know you’re not supposed to cum without permission.”
“i’m sorry - i didn’t mean to,” i say, still breathless. “please don’t stop - i was so good. it was just an accident,” more tears threatening to spill from my eyes. they think for a moment, leaving me to anxiously wait for their decision in silence while their hard cock is warmed by my cunt. i want to move so badly, but i don’t risk it.
“fine, we’ll keep going,” they finally break the silence. i open my mouth to thank them, but they cut me off. “But… since you couldn’t wait for my permission, you’re cumming as many times as i want you to.”
i don’t care what they tell me at this point as long as it means they’ll keep going. “yes - please , anything. i’ll take as much as you want me to, just please don’t stop,” my brain is a jumbled mess - my only thought is convincing them to keep fucking me.
their expression changes, and they pull out, flipping me onto my back. “Oh puppy… you’re in for a very long night.”
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