Synthetic Obscurity

Transfemme Dominatrix and professional girlfailure dyke🏳️‍⚧️ Expect Mechsploitation, emphasis on d/s and s/m among other fun things~ Trans, demisexual and neurodivergent. Promoting kink and trans positivity

[colonel-obscurity]

Excuse me miss handler but where would one get a hat like yours?

It's a British royal artillery hat.

You can get them from Militaria stores, especially online

[colonel-obscurity]

Formal houndwear to show Handler you obsession in

[colonel-obscurity]

Making you jealous about plushies again

[colonel-obscurity]

Where did you get your muzzle?

It's actually two different ones stacked on top of each other. Picked them up from petplay related stores i don't particularly remember

[colonel-obscurity]

Gfhhg im a little embarrassed i cant anon this bc hgfg shy but i listened to the handler audio you posted a while ago and i literally can not get your voice out of my head whenever i read posts from other handlers sometimes 😣

Nawwww that's such a lovely compliment though!

I am quite amused in the most sadistic of sense that I now live rent free in your head and apparently already planted the seed to corrupt you further if I so choose~<3

[dollish-desires]

LITERALLY RENT FREE I CANT GET YOU OUT!!! The hound in my subsystem listened to the audio multiple times and really did kinda lock your voice in as the Handler Voice so you've lowk become inescapable if the hound is horny , ,,

[colonel-obscurity]

Looks like I have to get into making dedicated audios then! >:3

[colonel-obscurity]

Gfhhg im a little embarrassed i cant anon this bc hgfg shy but i listened to the handler audio you posted a while ago and i literally can not get your voice out of my head whenever i read posts from other handlers sometimes 😣

Nawwww that's such a lovely compliment though!

I am quite amused in the most sadistic of sense that I now live rent free in your head and apparently already planted the seed to corrupt you further if I so choose~<3

[colonel-obscurity]

How i be laying outside the mech post mission waiting for Handler to notice me

[colonel-obscurity]

Did you make your Handler uniform yourself? It looks amazing

Bought the coat from a goth store and the hat is appropriated royal artillery

[colonel-obscurity]

Thinking about tearing you to shreds

[colonel-obscurity]

Hound that developed a habit of irritating and generally being aggressive towards her squadleader.

Over time she learnt that being reprimanded by her equal is the only way she can still feel any emotion ever since handler forbade them to fight out their quarrels physically.

[petalframe]

the ones who cry during praise and not during punishment are the ones who are almost there. hold them a little longer than the mission report requires. tell them they did well. watch what it does to their face

[colonel-obscurity]

Callout post

[colonel-obscurity]

Huddled up in the corner of her kennel, skin tight against the metal bars, the hound absentmindedly fidgeted with the glove she had illicitly grabbed from Handler in a moment of weakness.

She brushes against her skin with the soft leather. Goosebumps riddle her arm. And yet she tries to feel something. Anything.

One day She would pet her like this. Some day...

[colonel-obscurity]

The explosion had ripped off her comm system.

Deconstructed through years of training her lack of object permanence made her forget about Her in the quiet.

Silence. Peace. Freedom.

"Puppy!"

With one word her world compressed into a cage again as the backup system sprung to life.

[colonel-obscurity]

Hound at the verge of tears supressing sobbing as heavy shelling zero's in on Handler's command post and she can't find the artillery piece.

Handler, already covered concrete dust trying really hard not to yell since that would send her hound bawling immediately.

[colonel-obscurity]

She met the fading light in the gaze of her hound.

The smell of burnt wire and gunpowder blended out as she removed the muzzle from her head with the routine of a Handler having done it a hundred times.

Before her hound wasted her strength on words she slid a piece of chocolate into her mouth.

[colonel-obscurity]

Press your muzzle into my thighs, hound.

This is the closest you will ever get to Handler's glory.

The faint hint of proximity while your muzzle will ever keep you at a distance.

Hump my boot all you want but you will never feel Handler truly.

Even my skin remains protected by latex.

[colonel-obscurity]

Running my my hands over a hound's softened skin, feeling every little tremble as I rub in her daily dose of estrogen gel across the many tiny shrapnel wounds.

Of course I could have chosen an unscathed spot but her agony is a valuable bonding experience between Handler and hound.