Unconventional Interactions

Fictional descriptions of. 31 he/them, Northern CA.

[chattelprod]

12/1/25

“Slut” infers a social understanding of social context and bias, subjective morality based arguments and a slew of visual or situational cues that your little piggy brain quite clearly don’t understand. Right? Nod. Don’t make me yank the leash and nod for you… there you go.

Good slave. This is not “slutty”, is it? This is like… some weird basement scientist type Japanese cartoon shit. You enjoy this more. I can objectively prove it. Spread your legs out and rub that aching little crotch on Master’s boot. I can feel the heat, piggy.

I know how your holes work, and therefore how your brain works. Your little lube dispenser is always more slimy when it’s time for “inspection” rather than “foreplay” I refer to prodding my finger around inside of it of course, it barely fits between those piercings but since we decided permanent chastity was necessary for live stock, you’ve just dripped and dripped.

Permanent genital modifications aren’t “slutty” slave. They’re for livestock. Not bimbos.

At some point all that water I force fed you will break you. You’re going to piss yourself and ruin the last shreds of humanity I’m letting you white knuckle.

I’ll cane you severely of course, and have to cut them off of you. They’ll be replaced by a thick stainless steel crotch chain which allows for your nutritional enemas and will be padlocked onto your chastity piercings.

The degrading experience of pissing on the cold chain will confuse you, because the metal will warm. It will be cold where you’re crated. Degradation will become comfort, and the cold blast of the garden hose on your crotch to clean you will be the only vaginal stimulation you’ll know.

I truly believe this is your happy place. This is self actualization. Piggies are prized for their meat, and the sensation of your somehow reluctant yet corruptible tight little asshole and plush bruised cheeks is delicious.

We’ll try this for a month or two. When I’m feeling you’re ready, you can be “slut” again. Sometime after Halloween… I’ve thrown away all of your clothes. I’ll take you shopping and you can do your best to choose what slutty deeply discounted Halloween “costumes” will be your new every day look. Wigs, push up bras, tight little skirts, thongs and stockings and heels. We’ll get you a tit job and a tongue ring and a ‘tramp stamp’ that says “daddy’s slut” so people can learn about your personality while staring at your whale tail.

Both worlds sound terrifying don’t they slave? Hmm? Did piggy just piss without permission? Bad piggy. The bamboo will help you learn.

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[mrgoodnight23]

[chattelprod]

What is a pet… really?

A pet is an animal.

Why are some animals admonished and others welcomed in our homes?

Pets conform to our wishes; our lifestyles. They satisfy us and conform to our specific demands of companionship. Good pets are obedient, attentive, mostly silent, and kept in their allotted place.

Wild animals are a threat or nuisance.

They indulge their own choices, instincts, they have agency over their lives. They are not reliant on us for food, shelter, and maybe most importantly… attention.

How are you any different, slut? Hmm? That big busy brain of yours is moot now that your gag has been locked on and inflated… why you’ve been microchipped and fixed too. It still excites me, feeling it when i squeeze that supple ass of yours… it is a waste really, implanting an RFID chip on something which never leaves the basement ..

But it feels nice to stroke. Like your hair, and your skin, the way you respond to my fingers, and other things is most important now isn’t it?

You want me to be proud of my property don’t you? nod, bitch.

Good pet slut.

Those big needy eyes and an arched back make me happy. You know this. You begged for this. Your biggest dreams are now finite. Thats rare, and special. Isn’t it?

Let go of all that lofty analytical poison which is clogging that sweet little hungry, thirsty, needy head of yours. It will only torture you. I don’t need help. I’m kidding.

…

I wonder what those pupils of yours are doing behind the contact lenses sometimes. I get really really curious. Sometimes, almost enough to allow you to speak.

But I’ll always remember, that you didn’t want your humanity getting in the way of your dreams.

Your bits are hot and slimy. I can barely get a grip on the barbells, slut. Your clit shield glides across my fingers when you’re all excited like this. I’m very proud of you for learning to communicate appropriately slut.

Would you like to sniff my hand? Hmm? Yes? Good little slut. Maybe I’ll feed it to you from my fingers once I’m convinced you won’t vomit any English or tempt my decency by pleading.

You beg just fine like this little pet, and I know exactly what you want…

Your holes need attention, don’t they? Mmhmm. Good girl. Here, keep still and I’ll replace your muzzle with the feed-dick. Ok? Good girl. Such a pretty mouth. It’s a shame it’s hidden so often…. There. Now suck.

~pet slut groans as her owner fills her from behind with his twitching dick~

Spoiled little pet. Not so much squirming, just enjoy the sensation of being filled. Filled means food right? Food means pleasure? You’ll understand it eventually. Your holes are the same, some are just more fun to modify, others more fun to make messes in.

~owner strikes pet slut’s pale ass a dozen times with a freshly cut bamboo switch while satisfying himself~

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The warmth of human flesh and feeling of fullness cease. Cold lubricant is applied to pet slut’s now empty holes and two girthy inflatable plugs are pushed in. The warm ooze is rubbed on her face, and she is put to bed.

[chattelprod]

It’s not often or ever- I share my artwork on here. 🤷🏻‍♂️

[meninraingear]

The life as you know has come to an end. From now on you’re a prisoner 0721MS and your past will be completely erased. Your only comfort will be this thick rubber suit which will stay on 24/7.

You’ll be locked in your private cell with this suit on and have plenty of time to contemplate your past deeds. Master will visit you once in a while, but only to make sure that your chains are tight and your position as uncomfortable as possible.

[latexmaid-lock]

😍😍😍

[chattelprod]

As my submissive I believe you deserve to know and fully understand that I’m not just some shallow asshole who only cares about your tits and ass.

Don’t get me wrong- your body is delicious, but it’s your mind which I really enjoy, your ‘spiritual essence’ connected to your fleshy fuckable frame.

Get in the suit.

“But bu…”

*smack*

“Now.”

I know how slimy your crotch will be when I unzip it. I know the noises you’ll make when you relax and accept the plug I stuff in you, when I inspect my property.

You’ll stay in the suit until I’m convinced you’re convinced. Ok?

…

I can’t understand a word you’re saying lol… but that’s ok isn’t it? Because my slimy fingers tell me that you’re enjoying yourself.

Such a spoiled little girl.

[noire-clearing]

[badintogood]

hard labor

[chattelprod]

The mental shift occurs remarkably quickly.

Most accept the fact they are now livestock within the first week. Denying their sense of sight and hearing helps. The ears are filled with foam, and the blindfold stays on even when washed.

There is always something in their mouth. A bit, an O ring gag, the feed funnel, fingers or other fleshy insertables… the reality sinks in quickly.

Some will quietly sob in their cage, others will be lucky enough to come to terms with reality while being used.

The firm hand of their new owner stroking their snugly restrained bare bodies is very comforting. It’s a stark change from the sting of the stick they typically feel; or the tug of the leash.

After a month or two they will nod excitedly when “ITS NOT SO BAD IS IT?” Is shouted at them. They will learn which behaviors earn them caresses, and which earn them time hooked up to the electrical re-education equipment.

[cvntdogtits]

We just got back from the sex club. There is lots and lots to tell but first I must shower. Hur hur hur. 💕💕 unedited everything coming soon on fansly- probably tomorrow!

[chattelprod]

I saw this on my dash and it inspired me to write the following. Should the owner of this photo object just message me and I’ll delete it.

Kink and consent are beautiful things. I feel grateful for the community of weirdos here. It’s nice to write again.

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Your true self exists in tie on cow-print bikini tops and little thongs. Your true self finds pleasure in service, pleasure in pleasing, pleasure in obedience. The trouble comes when you’re found by someone, or a couple, whose pleasures are more outlandish than your own. Whose pleasures simultaneously degrade and arouse you, humiliate and empower you. You feel confused, yet so certain you love it. How can certainty be quantified? Well, that slimy little slit between your legs doesn’t lie to us. Does it? No.

The longer you’re denied, the more your soft limits being explored become welcome distractions from the constant agony of absence of relief.

You hate being ignored, but the attention is making you feel insane. Whimpering so loudly you start to groan. You want to scream, but the shock collar discourages that. Your owners hate it too. You love your owners, don’t you?

Deep down you know you need to be brutalized when even slightly resisting their planned path for you. It’s scary, it’s humiliating… it’s no longer your private little fantasy. It’s trips to the tattoo parlor to seal Daddy’s least favorite hole up.. it’s being stretched with plugs daily, it’s softly sobbing in the shower, cleaning your new “anal only” tramp stamp while staring into the webcam mounted in the corner. It’s knowing you’ll hear her cum tonight, hear him cum tonight, you’ll smell and taste it but never feel it again.

Tending to you in this needy, broken state is hard work, isn’t it? You should be docile and grateful, yes? Good girl.

Denial is such a dangerous kink. It only starts with your orgasms. It ends with food choices, speaking, permission to shower, and what color panties to wear.

Constant aching agony is now your baseline, little slave. Oh the places you may now go.

[clanerster]

[chattelprod]

She used to keyhold and cuck “betas” on the internet. She made over 5 figures from selling worn socks and panties. She had a literal army of chastity slaves to do her bidding, until a crazy girlfriend found out about her boyfriends gross little fetishes and decided to take matters into her own hands.

She doesn’t know how she got here. She is woken up every morning from the vibrating plug inside of her. She is made to rub herself on her new owners shoes, and piles of dirty laundry.

She’s been assured, once housebroken and reprogrammed, her life will get better.

She’s not convinced.

Once her piercings heal, reality will set in. Daily edges will melt her will. Eventually her fingers will be allowed to rub and tug on the metal clit shield and bars preventing a thing from getting inside her cunt.

The desperation will only worsen as orgasm is no longer permitted. She will be filled with the very same slime she used to keep pent up in the balls of many men.

This of course will be recorded, and the proceeds will go directly to her new owner.

Her panties online are more popular than ever. Her leaky, denied cunt is now a living factory.

[chattelprod]

Please post more if you can!! I miss your captions so much

Begging does generally get my juices flowing... lol

Perhaps I will; I wish I had more time to dedicate to writing smut.

Thank you for being needy / your support.

[chattelprod]

What would the average person need [/to do] before gaining permission to cum to your blog?

"Average person" is a bit too broad and subjective for me to give you a good answer. If you provide more specifics I would be happy to provide some ideas.

[chattelprod]

Hi folks I’m still alive and gross. Happy holidays.

Be good to yourselves and each other.

[chattelprod]

I want you to lick my crotch like a good little puppy while I scroll through your revolting little blog. I know you’re sleepy. When you’re sleepy it’s so easy to have my way. You can be a brat sometimes when you’re awake. You’re not allowed to have daddy’s cock until I’m satisfied with what you tell me, share with me, daddy loves to play pretend.

Grind on my leg. If I see something I like, I’ll put a few fingers in you and rub. I’ll describe it to you. If your body says “yes”, that means yes.

You might fall asleep. That’s ok. You don’t mind daddy’s fingers in you while you’re sleepy do you? Good girl.

You’re disgusting, pet. So wet and needy. Greedy for dick but too sleepy to beg like you should.

I’m going to pet you to sleep. Wake you up with pinches when I feel like it, and keep my fingers in you until they’re pruny.

Once a hard pinch doesn’t make your eyes open, and I know you’re having sweet dreams, maybe then daddy will be the big spoon and put his hard cock in you.

My little girl loves waking up with a slimy, messy little cunt doesn’t she? All dirty, she knows daddy will give her a bath.

If you get those little piercings on your hole daddy will give you more dick when you’re awake. You need it don’t you?

Think of how empty your hole feels when my fingers decide to fuck your mouth instead.

Smush a stuffy between your thighs, grind, and think of how empty you feel.

Pretend until you groan pet.

When you know that you need dick, to feed you, make you messy, achey, then maybe you cum.

But right now just be sweet and suffer for me little girl. Daddy wants to know your honest when you say you want it.

Promise daddy he can fondle and fuck you whenever he likes. That you’ll always be nice. That you’ll try what daddy tells you to, and like what he likes.

Go to sleep now. Daddy has needs.

[chattelprod]

She’ll never forget that day. Daddy drove up in his big red truck as she frantically scrambled to hide her bong. He gets out and walks up to the porch. Staring down at her he growls in a low voice, “inside. Now.”

This chokes her up and she coughs out the massive hit she was foolishly trying to hide.

Eyes red and wet, she peels them open to see daddy right in her face. He was not pleased. At all.

“Inside. Now. And bring your shit with you. We need to talk.”

He walks through the door and stands in the living room.

“Sit.”

She sits on the couch, eyes low, her bong and weed in front of her.

Daddy walks to the other side of the coffee table and stares down at her.

“Pack another bowl, and smoke it.”

Bewildered- she looked up at him and began to open her mouth to ask, protest, maybe just make a noise… she had no idea how to process this.

She’ll ask why.

“Daddy, I’m already pretty hi—“

“Not another word.” He barked.

“If you like this shit so much then smoke it. We’re going to see how much you can. Now pack that bowl, light it, and suck.”

Daddy left the room for a second to get a plate to dump the ashes on, returning, he sets it down next to her on the touch, picks up her bag of weed, smells it, shakes his head, then stuffs the open bag between her legs, hard.

She was wearing yoga pants and didn’t have any panties on, weed made her horny, and his strong hand stuffing her stash in her crotch made her give out a little moan.

“What was that..?”

“Nothing, Daddy… I’m just really high..”

“Bullshit. No wonder they call this devil’s lettuce.”

He pulls the coffee table away and stands in front of her.

Daddy was pretty tall and strong and she wore an XS everything. Her supple tits got hard, staring at him in front of her, his belt buckle, the pattern of his denim jeans started to shift and morph.

“Holy fuck I’m stoned.” She thought to herself.

“Did you really just drop an F bomb in front of me? This is unbelievable. I came here to have a talk with you about your bedtime, and what you’re allowed to wear, and some rumors I’ve been hearing from my friends.. but clearly we’re past that. Pack another bowl.”

Dazed and involuntarily aroused she puppy-eyed him from below as he called his friend.

“Yeah, hey,…. Been better honestly. I’ll tell you later. So, maybe my head was up my ass and it didn’t just look like her, what was that thing again…? Sumble, dundler? Tumblr? Yeah send the link. Yeah. Yeah I know. You know I’d beat your ass if you called her that an hour ago but now I think I have to agree. Nasty little slut all right. I’ll text you. Bye.”

She lost all color from her face, felt like fainting, she started to tremble realizing the gravity of the situation. She saw the expression on daddy’s face as he scrolled.

“You don’t look so good, Princess. Put down the bong for a second.”

Wide eyed she stayed still.

“Hey, hey”

daddy snapped his fingers then gently patted her cheeks.

“Anyone in there?”

He caressed her face, and his fingers found their way into her mouth.

“Suck. I know you want to. Nice and gentle. Be a good girl.”

She didn’t know when she started to do it, but next thing she knew, she was over his lap, sucking his fingers, drooling, groaning, grinding herself on his leg. He still scrolled.

“Strip Princess.”

She stripped naked. It took some time because of how high she was, and horny, and in total disbelief.

“Sit back down. Spread your legs, and grab daddy’s wrist. Use your other hand to squeeze your tits.”

She guided daddy’s hand over her body, and reluctantly let him guide her towards her cunt.

“I bet it’s wet. Is it?”

She nodded.

“Put my hand there.”

Almost in tears, she did, he rubbed her swollen clit with his hand and traced her lips until his hand was slick, then one by one, his fingers went into her mouth for cleaning. He puts down his phone.

“So you’ve been bad. And this is what’s going to happen.

1. You’re going to stuff your top into your mouth and get a hard spanking.

2. You’re going to spend the rest of the afternoon sucking on that bong and my cock.

3. You’re going to have stricter rules from now on. You’ll let me know when you’re wet, you’ll wear exactly what I tell you to, and your bedtime will be enforced in a more physical manner.

4. If you want to look at porn, I get to approve it, or choose it.

You will not cum without daddy’s permission. Ok?

“Yes daddy.”

“Good little girl. Now cuddle that cute face into daddy’s crotch. There’s a surprise for you.”

[chattelprod]

“Ok Princess, you can take off the blindfold now. Happy Birthday!”

She excitedly removed her blindfold and saw a human sized stuffed bear before her. It had bows on its ears, big paws and pink latex hearts on its chest and between its legs, it was puffy and soft, except for the little zipper on the back, and the padlock behind the neck, it moved slightly as she giggled and pet it.

Her hands caressed her new toys ears and snout, before dragging down her face, over her thick pink latex lips, and into her soft, wet, mouth.

“It’s tongue is pierced and vibrates, princess. Now if you’re feeling achey and daddy isn’t around to play you can entertain yourself with her. Play pretend, teach her tricks, or just sit on her face while you watch tv and enjoy her licks.”

“Daddy, how… is it really what I think… how did you convince her to…?”

“Yes Princess. It took a few months but I finally found what I was looking for online; got the rest of the supplies I needed… and presto- here she is. Your perfect stuffy puppy doll. Don’t worry about the details.”

The details:

Daddy finally found a girl depraved enough on tumblr for his project- you know, one of those pale goth ones into CNC and weird shit.

He convinced her to move into his basement and get the body mods he demanded.

“From this second on, you’ll be an “it” a toy, a literal stuffed animal for my Princess to play with. Understood?”

“Yes Master.”

He locked on a thick metal shock collar, it was tight enough to restrain her breathing slightly. She was so wet from denial it affected her judgement, but that’s what was needed to get her into the suit.

He put plugs up her nose, and laced her piercings through them, hooded her, then strapped an open mouth latex lip gag on, locked it and put his finger in her mouth.

“These are your last words before the shock collar turns on. Tell me you’re a toy, beg me to make this permanent, convince me this isn’t cruel.”

“I’m a toy master, please keep me like this forever. I’m onl—- ggahahag”

He turned the collar on mid sentence, smacked her hooded face, and got back to locking on the corset, binds, chastity belt, and slipping her into the latex bitch suit- then finally locking on the soft, fluffy outer shell.

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Blushing, biting her lip, Princess opened her legs and mounted one of the stuffed animals legs. She arched her back and rubbed her crotch up and down it, the doll began to vibrate. She moaned.

“How daddy?”

He gives her a remote with a hand-full of big colorful buttons.

“Some are for when stuffy puppy is being good, some are for if she’s a bad puppy, some make her wiggle, sleep, speak, and some are just for fun. She’s all yours for the next 3 whole days until daddy needs to take her back downstairs for a check up ok? Have fun princess.”

[chattelprod]

Is anyone alive out there? I’m looking to talk with subs and doms for some ideas. Hope all is well folks.

[furlove]

Perfekt!!! Want!

[chattelprod]

“It’s a shame you won’t be able to see all the cute girls in their little bikinis.

You’d get along really well with almost all of them.

I do hope they’re gentle in the pool.

If this punctures; you’ll drown.

Well unwrap you tomorrow, after the party, slave.”

[vacation-rental-by-own-her]

[doggers0001]

Two for Tuesday.

[chattelprod]

Every few hours, one is selected to use, and one to suffer remain in sensory deprivation.

After days in a row; she started to panic.

Her panic was soothed by the tube in her mouth, and the relaxing sensation of the concoction poured down it. The catheter and enema helped, it didn’t even feel so bad when both holes were re-plugged after she’d been emptied.

She woke up in a haze, she thinks, it was hard to tell.

Darkness, ambient psychedelic white noise, some low hum on her nipples and holes and absolutely 0 room to move.

At the start of her scream, blackness again.

“Good slave, wakey wakey, feed time.

Good slave, wakey wakey, feed time,

Good slave wakey wakey, feed time”

A robotic voice droned as a thick tube inflated and slowly secreted her food nearly directly into her stomach.

Her nose was plugged, small tubes through her lip piercings provided oxygen while the girthy tube filled her.

“Day 1, done 429 to go. Good slave.

Day 1 done 429 to go. Good slave.”

The voice droned

[covered-up-bondage]

[subgirl-tanya]

Corner time

[chattelprod]

It was daddy’s birthday, he wanted his baby girl and slave to play together and send photos while he was out with his friends.

After some forced, awkward small talk, “Princess” decided she had enough, and cut through the shit- straight to the point…

“Ok, so like look. Crawl to the fucking corner and strip. Good. Now, lock your collar to the wall, yes, shut it. I don’t care if you trust me. Good, now like, shut your eyes and stay still, god this is stupid.

Daddy tried to get me wear this shit and i was like hell no are you retarded omg that’s gross. It was expensive I guess and shiny so I kept it and now it’s going to use lol.

The only reason I agreed to this is because I like his thick uncut dick, how he kisses me, and buys me stuff. But really you’re fucking gross.”

She dumped her hamper on the floor and stuffed all of the dirty lingerie which fell out into the head sphere, into her mouth, nose, packed tight, and shut it.

“Think about that. He probably keeps you like in a cellar or something and that’s over 2 grand worth of panties in there alone.”

She snaps a photo.

“Let me find that plug he sent you with, ugh, I just ran out of lube so we might have to use something from the kitchen or spit or something I don’t know. I don’t like butt stuff. I’ll just stuff it in with some spit it’ll be fine..”