Please threaten me with a good time

(she/her) Some touch-starved sapphic 20-something. On the internet nobody knows you are blushing really hard and being very brave about it.

[hyenagirlpenis]

I'm not "treating you like a dog" I would never hurt a real dog like this lmao

[carnations-archive]

God, listened to something the other night and I can't stop thinking about like, working a terrible office job an just totally zoning out for an hour, playing solitaire or tetris on your computer until your boss calls you into her office

And you're just like oh fuck oh fuck she's gonna fire me oh shit oh shit-

Then you finally get into her office and she's sitting at her desk, rubbing her temple and staring at her computer with pure fucking disdain

You manage to squeak out a small "You wanted to see me?" And she looks up, her face relaxing almost imperceptibly. She tells you to sit and you do, not giving your obedience a second thought. You're still terrified you'll be out of a job.

"This meeting is killing me, and I know you're not doing any work in there, so you're going to stay here with me until it's over."

You look at her confused.

"I've seen you check me out more than enough times by now, love. Now, you can absolutely walk back out that door and keep not-working, I assure you no one's stopping you, or you can stay here and earn a little bonus."

Now you understand what's happening. She points to the floor next to her and you stand, walking over and kneeling. You think about leaving. You think about quitting. But she's right, you've been very attracted to her since the moment you saw her, and you struggle to keep your eyes off her body. So maybe this isn't so bad

She starts by just petting your hair as you sit there, staring forward and feeling a cocktail of anxiety, fear, and excitement bubbling in your chest. Then she gets even more bored, and slowly turns her chair so that you're facing each other instead of being side by side

"Last chance," She says, staring lasers into your skull. You can't bring yourself to meet her gaze, but you stay right where you are, obediently making your allegiance clear.

"Good girl," She says, opening her legs. She puts your head between her thighs, not taking off her pants, at least not yet. You finally look up at her, and she's staring at you with the most intense adoration you've ever been subject to. She's surprisingly gentle, simply petting your hair and looking down at you. Her pants are starting to bulge, the sight of you between her legs enough to get her aroused.

You feel daring enough to, while keeping eye contact, kiss her inner thigh. She grins and nods.

"Go on, doll."

Your chest feels like it's wrapped around a nuclear core. Jesus Christ this is hot- you look away, blushing profusely, and she slaps you. Not exceedingly hard, but it stings and sends a message.

"Eyes up here, doll."

You nod again, looking back up at her and placing gentle kisses on her thighs, moving higher... higher... until her grip on your hair becomes somewhat sadistic, pushing you closer to her now-prominent bulge.

You kiss and nuzzle and- god she smells fucking good- it's already enough to get you feeling high off her scent. She nods and pets you, pushing you down, although you don't need it. You'd already be grinding your face against her regardless.

Finally, you get brave, and reach up to her belt.

"That's it, dolly, go ahead- You know how to please Mommy, don't you~?"

God- No one's really talked to you like this before, and it makes your head swim, forgetting the inappropriate nature of all of this. All you want is to make her happy- You undo her belt with shaking hands and unzip her pants, just pulling them apart enough to get to what you need-

She's nice enough to help you pull her panties down, and you finally have access to her long, throbbing cock. A sound escapes you, like an excited squeak.

"Aww, little puppy wants a treat?"

You feel hot and fuzzy and strange and all you can think about is sucking Mommy's cock like a good little whore- you don't even know where these impulses come from. At this point, you don't care. You just inhale and let the scent of her musk erase all your thoughts.

"Open."

You obey.

She lowers herself onto your tongue.

"Suck."

You obey.

She pushes your head down, lower, until you're gagging harshly.

"Good fuckin' girl- Mnh--fuck, you're not too bad at this, I should keep you around-- nnNNgh-"

Hearing her voice break only makes your mind break double, looking up at her and sucking like your life is on the line, She bites back loud moans, dictating your pace with a hand in your hair. As she starts to get rougher and rougher, you can't help but feel so, so needy- hitting your uvula and making you gag, something you never thought you'd like, is like heaven in her hands.

"Mmn-- God you're such a good little whore for Mommy- NHfh--"

The praise only makes you more excited, and you find yourself starting to grind on her wing-tip Oxford's, whining on her cock. She doesn't notice, too distracted by your mouth, she starts to roughly fuck your face, hold you steady as she bucks her hips.

You feel her tense, and you whine, pushing yourself down all the way as she cums down your throat. The noise you make is depraved, and she responds with a low, gutteral groan, holding you down and breathing heavily.

Finally, she let's you up, her seed dripping down your chin from what you couldn't swallow. She takes her finger and runs it up your chin, gathering up the string that's fallen out, and shoves it in your mouth.

"Good fucking girl, perfect for Mommy... Now, clean her off."

You lick and suck at the tip of her limp cock, cleaning off all of the cum you can before putting her dick away. You're still grinding on her shoe, not even really thinking about it, but you're making noises that tip her off, and now that you're not choking on her cock you notice how close you are.

"Aww, little slut got so worked up she couldn't help herself, huh?"

You nod, whining and holding onto her leg.

"Are you close, doll?"

You nod again.

"Go ahead baby, keep going. I want you to cum for Mommy, okay? Just keep going and say Mommy's name when you cum, doll"

You nod again, quickly and appreciatively, grinding and whimpering as you feel your orgasm flood closer. You manage to whine out a single word as you cum, ruining yourself in her office.

"Mnhhh- Mm-Monmy--!!"

She pets your hair and smiles down at you, clearly pleased at your obedience as you ruin yourself on her shoe.

Well, now there's a problem. You're panting and shaking on the floor, covered in her cum and your own, and you still have another 3 hours of work.

"You can clean up in my office's bathroom, darling, take your time. I want you to finish out the day in that skirt, though. Some people have been getting a little too friendly with my doll, and they need to be reminded who you belong to."

You mumble out a slurred "Yes Mommy" as you sit limp against her leg, catching your breath.

Something tells you this isn't a one time deal.

[ace-trainer-alice]

From my end, I quite like the power fantasy of compelling obedience.

Like, getting to watch it spend several minutes stumbling over its own words.

Explaining how it thinks it feels and how it's struggling to know how it feels. It's just so unsure and it doesn't know what it wants. Maybe it doesn't even think it wants this, it's concerned and worried and anxious. And, in the first place, it's not like I really have any power over it. It doesn't have to do anything I say and so it doesn't really matter what I have to say because it can do whatever it wants.

Then in a gentle but commanding voice I tell it to tell me that it really likes being here.

And it takes a few seconds. I watch it as it puts the words together. Make intentional eye contact. Just a bit of added pressure. Not speaking. Just waiting. And it manages to say it. And I smile and praise it a little.

Then I tell it to tell me that it's actually so very excited for me to tell it what to do, for me to touch it and play with it, and for it to get to be my toy.

And, a little bit faster with each order and more confident in its responses, it repeats each thing I tell it to say. Stumbling between them, looking away from me, and occasionally rubbing its knees together and making cute little noises.

And then maybe I tell it to hold still, or maybe I tell it to lean in, or maybe I don't even touch it and just tell it what to do each step of the way. But I get to do whatever I want with it, and it gets to do exactly what I tell it to. And that's quite lovely.

[delicatelymorbid]

cooing “there she is, atta girl” in that soft tone when i see her pretty eyes go hazy after slowly fucking my fingers into her mouth and calling her my pretty girl

[pull-the-thren]

I think "what if we molded ourselves to each other perfectly" has legs as a kink dynamic if we could ever get anyone to take off their compulsive "understand any kink dynamic through dominance and submission" glasses

[pull-the-thren]

The best part about it genuinely is your movements get scary synced. Put all your energy into mirroring and learning and being suitable to each other and suddenly you get bored and miss them and they message that they were just thinking about you. Suddenly a cup of water appears in your hand when you're thirsty. It's weird and a little bit magical.

It takes time to set up. But it's super achievable and you can definitely start with like. Basic mimicry and hypnosis to get your feet wet. Later you start discussing your every boundary and value, nothing kept sacred, full agreement almost always the goal. This isn't exactly SSC but like. Per that other post neither is heavy obedience training. I think that's actually the hard part - society says it's fucked up to spend all your time devoted to someone, and a lot of people don't know how to reconcile wanting that without painting the person they're devoted to as evil and saying it's ok because it's consensual and the fact that it's evil is hot. You do not have to think this is evil. You can just staple your identity and sense of reality to someone and have them do the same back and watch your life get weirder. Make strange paracosms together. Lose track of who did what and whose tongue is whose. Join me in knowing the feeling of "I would answer that but I store that information in my other body."

I need more of you to become inseparable and borderline interchangeable. It's way too messy to be realistic for most but it's way too fun and achievable to be as underrepresented as it is.

[masobaiter]

Transfem who's always looked longingly at the toys you leave by the edge of the bed, only to hurriedly put away when she arrives and you watch movies before fucking. Who makes it a habit to check every time she comes over, just in case. What if, you know? What if they're there this time, what if she could... She doesn't know quite what it is she'd do, she doesn't dare imagine. But the longing remains, growing stronger with every visit.

One day when you've forgot, when you're in the bathroom, she takes her chance. The long, ridged toy she's been brushing her fingers against for the last three episodes of your show is suddenly in her grasp, tightly clenched by the handle. Holding it upright, as if trying to stare it down, but losing. The shade of bright pink burning into her memory, feeling such a strong pull to touch it, smell it, maybe even- but she doesn't dare finish the thought. She just sits there in her one-woman standoff, begging herself to be strong enough to just inch her fingers upward. Desire so strong she doesn't realize you're next to her again, staring with her.

"Something on your mind?" She panics. Hands shaking, mouth stammering, toy flying up and hitting the wall, making her apologize profusely despite being unable to get through half a word. Face welling up with tears, still unable to stop gesturing and trying to speak. It's really an awful lot for something so little. "Pretty girl," you begin consoling her. Holding her head to your chest you explain, "-really, everything's okay. Nothing wrong with being curious. Poor, poor girl." You hush her while stroking her hair; you're gentle on her, yet firm. Her expression turns from confusion to bewilderment. This she truly couldn't have anticipated. To be spoiled for doing the evil thing?? To have her head kissed and then neck an- wait neck???

She looks so cute like that. Face still streaky with tears, shuddering every time your lips touch her neck. Of course, this is to reassure her that everything's okay. That you understand she was just curious. Which is why you need to keep comforting her, help her even more. There's no other choice but to unbutton her shirt and unclasp her bra. Really, no choice other than to lick and nibble on her nipples. Her twitches turn into confused whines and attempts to push you away, but with both arms and a resolve that week, there's no way you're budging. Besides, listen to her. She sounds like a bitch in heat. Panting and yelping, she wants it bad. You need to take responsibility and put her in her place.

You hush her whines and tell her that really, all she had to do was ask nicely. She just had to ask nicely regarding your toys and you could've had a lovely conversation regarding which kinds do what, what materials to watch out for, shops that sell reliable toys and gear, but she didn't. But it's okay, she's just curious, you know this. That's why you'll demonstrate instead. You open a small compartment near the bed and pull out two small silicone thimbles. "These, gorgeous, are nipple suckers. Great for raising sensitivity and adding an extra element of stimulation." You place the small bit of silicone on her nipple and squeeze. Her expression is to die for. Shivering like a leaf while her dick is rock hard against the leg you're pressing up between her legs. She nearly winces when you attach the second one. Looking down at her chest, she wears such a bewildered expression. Little girl doesn't get what's going on, poor thing! She must need some more help.

"This, beautiful, is a grinder. Looks just like a cute flower, doesn't it? This one vibrates, too!" You stick the white and purple orchid down your pants, lubricating it for her. Her eyes glisten just like the toy when you pull it out. This girl. Distracted from her distress by the simple implication that your fluids will touch her. Such a simple creature you trapped in your bed, hm? You gently press it against her cock, rubbing it up and down, a slow, entrancing motion. Whines turn into involuntary moans. Up and down, up and down, you repeat in her ear, finger playing with the nipple sucker attached to her breast. Her eyes slowly turning blank, as if forgetting what's going on. So cute. As the orchid reaches her head you press one, tiny button. Click.

Her yelps return, you made sleeping beauty wake up from her gentle, pleasurable trance. Attempting to squirm, but she's weaker than ever, no way she's escaping your firm restraint. Though, it's not as if she's strong enough to have done that in the first place. She's leaking like a half-on hose, translucent thick fluid pumping out her clit. Her face is so red it's almost glowing, tears streaming down her face, presumably from overstimulation. You hope fear. Her hips still wriggle just the tiniest bit, which is as much as it can under your restraint. She looks so stupid. So messy and unable to understand anything but pleasure.

Ah, there it is. Her balls begin to tense up, her dick swells up just the tiniest bit more. So of course, you turn it off. "Gorgeous," you begin. She looks at you, shocked, pleading. She was so close, why would you do that? Just a little more, her eyes and whines beg you, just a little more, please, please. She can't even recall how she was so scared earlier, so confused, at this point she wouldn't care anyway. She just needs to cum. "-you've been having a lot of fun, haven't you? I'm sure you've learned lots during our little exhibit. I've got something else to show you too, okay?" She doesn't respond, only whines. You slap her across her face and finally, silence fills the room. Not hers, of course. Her ringing ears keep her from moving, it's just enough time for you to get another toy on her without her fighting back. A sleek, pink dildo attached to her face. "This, precious, is a face strap on."

She's dazed, still. The extra weight on her face confuses her, and the feeling of her neck being tugged at doesn't help either. Up and down, quick motions. She's an extension of the dildo now, nothing more than an attachment to silicone. It's the toy she clenched so tightly just a little bit ago. Although it's difficult to see, she'd never forget that bright pink shade. She'll never forget this, too. The sight of your ass slowly descending onto her face, the second-hand sensation of being inside you. The sloppy wet sound and tangy scent consuming your senses. Visual, auditory, olfactory, tactile. Nearly every sense completely overwhelmed by you, nothing else. Which is why you wanna switch it up just the tiniest bit before really starting to ride her face.

"Darling, I have one last toy to show you." You swiftly pull the nipple suckers off and replace them with a pair of clunky clamps. The pitch of her yelp feels nearly impossibly high. "These are vibrating nipple clamps. You must understand I had to save these until your nipples were properly sensitive, yes?" You move your hips back and forth, forcing her head to nod. "Good girl." With one last click of a button, she begins to howl uncontrollably. The muted noise sounds unrefined, beastly. Not cute at all, which makes it the cutest ever. She gets it now. It never was her choice in the first place. She was doomed by the first time you "forgot" it there in the first place. Again, tears well up. She has no idea if it's due to the stimulation, the powerlessness, the overwhelming nature of the situation. She doesn't know a thing anymore. Her scalp hurts from you pulling on her hair, violently using her face for pleasure. Her nipples feel like they're sending electric shocks through her entire body. Worst of all, her dick hurts. It hurts so bad. If you could just touch it, even just graze it, just once, please. She knows she'd cum in an instant. You know she'll cum within the next five minutes anyway. You know you won't be done with her within the next two hours. She was easy enough to fall into your trap in a matter of days, after all. Dumb girls like her have learned lots today, haven't they? And clever women like you are just making sure she pays tuition properly<3

[ferretgirlprostate]

Give it up for the first Tumblr ad I've ever seen to reach its target audience :3

[dumbdoegirl]

I quite like the tug of war inevitably born from power differences. When someone clicks a leash around your neck, you may feel powerless, like they control your actions, your thoughts even. But you can always tug on that leash. Insistently sniff one spot until they relant with an "Alright, girl, go ahead", and with that simple action the scale shifts. They have bent to your will. They have submitted. Now, we can both plainly see the difference between drooling all over your lap while down on your knees, versus allowing a brief stop on a walk. Its good to indulge a dogs curiosity. My point is, maybe I am just your thrall. Maybe I would drop to my own knees for you, if you only asked. But a dog holding its own leash is a famously unruly thing. You'd get lost, or hurt! So maybe its best to leave the navigation to me. Let me make it easy. I guess you can always try and turn the tables if you want, youre definitely stronger than me. Lovely back, btw, very cutes. But would you be able to go forward with your desire? Or would you just sit there and whine like the good, obedient mutt you are?

Thats what I thought. Good girl.

mmy tummy feels funny

[leatherdykedad]

I'm shy and I get flustered so easily and part of that is I know rationally that submissives and masochists exist and their desires are real, but when I'm actually faced with that desire sometimes I just completely short-circuit. You're telling me that there are beautiful, attractive people who actively desire to be controlled and hurt? That's real? Not just a fantasy that I need to bury? It makes me feel like I live in porn world.

[briar-arisen-nightmare]

my wife just told me that when I get submissive I subconsciously try and draw attention to my mouth so that the people who are making me subby want to fuck my face and that's like. absurdly hot to me.... i honestly think she's right cause when im a little pet I start making loud noises and opening my mouth a lot and sticking my tongue out and like wahhhhhh >_<

[adastrabbit]

[firm-hand-soft-heart]

I'd never kick a puppy, but a dog on the other hand...

[narcissistichedonist]

condescendingly mocking her oral fixation

"look at you. always need to have something in that pretty little mouth, don't you?"

"it's pathetic, really. can't even sit through a movie without sucking on your fingers like a baby."

"what's wrong, angel? is your mouth feeling empty? aww, poor baby. here, let me fill it for you."

"god, you're such a needy little thing. always chewing on your lip, sucking on a pen... you're just desperate to have something down your throat, aren't you?"

"that's it, suck on my fingers. get them all wet. show me how badly you need to be filled."

"you look so much prettier with your mouth stuffed full. it's the only time you're not whining about something."

"don't talk. your mouth was made for sucking, not for speaking. now open wide. mhm, good girl."

[clickrtraind]

thw nonverbal puppygirl would like to sit still between ur legs and nuzzle its face into ur bulge while you play video games for two to three hours

[an-ambient-girl]

girl with a uniform fetish who gets really horny for women who are wearing lanyards but are otherwise dressed normally

[an-ambient-girl]

i need to make it clear to everyone misreading this that the girl is attracted to the lanyard and only the lanyard - that singular item takes an otherwise normal t shirt and jeans outfit and transforms it into a work uniform

[swagophile]

basically the only thing i want is for the domineeringly cold coolly collected girl in a position of power to give a long winded speech comparing me to a dog

[swagophile]

chairwoman/president: tch. all of you are all the same. pathetic and sniveling, you seek only the smallest of comforts to aid your pathetic mind, like a dog seeking a trea- what is wrong with you?

me: ccan you keepgoing please

scary lady: I think you are fundamentally incapable of being redeemed. Your soul possesses a weakness that can never be cured.

me: ilove you

[ministarfruit]

people are still thirsting over emoji angel in my notifs so this one's for you guys. I see you.