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If you smile back at me during doggystyle, I'm railing you so hard you scream and squirt all over yourself for me, I don't make the rules.

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breaking my (once again unplanned) hiatus to say uh. clicker training is real.

but it may not work the ways you expect. I was kinda hoping to have an "edge" button by the end of this, so what I was doing was clicking it every time I was at the edge, sometimes holding the edge and clicking it repeatedly. it wasn't really working very well, so I changed the goal. instead, I would try and associate the clicker with just the sensation of having my clit rubbed.

way less pressure/less brainpower required (always a good thing for dumb puppies). except. fate is cruel.

conditioning that association was working so well that I figured, hey, I want to try tipping over into a ruin with only the clicker - getting myself really close with my fingers first, then removing any stimulus except the clicker.

except. since I was clicking it while holding edges ....guess the fuck what. it locks me into the fucking edge. because nothing can go my way !!!

lol. I spent like a half hour yesterday trying desperately to ruin only to feel like stimulation was doubling and yet I was still unable to tip over. I made myself fucking cry before realizing what was really going on.

and so naturally I presented the clicker to my owner last night. the cumulation of like 8 months of on and off training. yeah. they have a button that rubs my clit now, which they can press anytime, and can make me feel like I'm getting closer and closer to an edge without ever allowing me to tip over. crying from frustration seems like it's gonna be a staple of my future now. and god, I couldn't love it any more.

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I want someone who will fuck me to sleep, breeding me, pumping me full until I pass out.

Then I want them to wake me up while they're pounding in my puppycunt. I want to wake up already overstimulated, cumming on their cock. I want them to make fun of me for liking that.

Just an idea.

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mangeteeth

forcemasc but not in the gym bro way. you don’t have to be strong and dominant to be a man— what are you, fucking sexist? nah, nah. you don’t get to call yourself a girl just cause you’re not strong, not rough, not unfeeling. obedience doesn’t make you a girl, it makes you a dog.

you’re still a man when you’re grinding on the boot that left suchhhh a pretty red mark on your ribs. you’re still a man when you’re nose-deep in bush and whimpering cause you just can’t get enough no matter how hard you try. you’re still a man when you’re gagging on my fingers pressing down on your tongue. you’re still a fucking man and if i gotta make you prove it to yourself until “good boy” are the only words you know, i will

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Content warning for some intox cnc

I drugged my boyfriend today <3

A day or two ago we were talking about drugs since he had just tried mushrooms for the first time and eventually it got to the topic of how we both think the concept of drugging each other was hot and mutually consented to future attempts as long as it wouldn’t interfere with actual commitments.

I immediately started thinking of things I could do and formulated a little plan. I had just baked a batch of cookies the night prior using orange flavored chocolate chips and I knew I had left over cookie dough. When he was gone working I scooped enough dough for one cookie, cut up an edible and nestled the pieces with the chocolate chips. The edible was fruit flavored but so was the cookie so I knew It’d be perfect.

Just waited for him to ask me to grab him one and then took out the altered desert. Made sure to be very distracting and chatty while he ate it so he wouldn’t think to look to closely. First bite was like more than half of the cookie and he momentarily paused, looked at it and said it was weirdly gummy. He made eye contact with me and joked about me doing something to it but I kept a sweet face and reminded him that batch was baked before we even had our little conversation, so how could I have done something? I mean he didn’t know I had extra dough left over and he’s a usually on the more dominant side so in his head that whole conversation was definitely more about something he was going to do to me.

He finished the whole thing oblivious to what I’d done. Then I just sat and bided my time. He said he felt tired, and I could see on his face he was getting dizzy and confused. Of course I didn’t say anything and just idly got other things done. I watched as he lied down, and said he felt bad, guessing random things that could possibly be making him feel weird. When I saw him struggling to keep his eyes open I finally got closer to him and whispered in his ear.

“You know maybe you feel weird because I drugged that food I gave you earlier. That might be it”

Then I pinned his arms down and got on top of him. He was super flustered, clearly very riled up from what I told him and while he’s normally very strong the amount of weed I gave him was double what he normally takes when he wants to get pretty high so he could barely put effort into fighting back.

I held his wrists down with one hand and stuck my other down his waistband. He was extremely hard and messy already because he’s Pavlov’d himself by having sex every time he gets high which I made fun of him for of course but it also made it very easy to start playing with his t dick while I watched him melt beneath me, not even trying to stifle his moans.

I made him aware of just how much he consumed and that he was about to get way more fucked up than he already was. Then I told him that he should give up and accept the fact that he was going to be my plaything for as long I pleased. At this point he was about to cum from my hand and I stopped just before he could get off.

This continued for a good long while using a plethora of different toys I grabbed in advance. I made him lie on his hands under the threat of some violence and just tormented him by getting him close repeatedly while he was extremely out of it and loopy. He was only allowed to speak if he was telling me he was about to cum and if he begged or pleaded for me to let him finish I’d make it would take longer or bite him. I also made sure to grab his throat and tell him if he came before I said so I’d make sure things went very badly for him so he was doing a good job of warning me.

He was writhing, whimpering, and struggling not to plead with me while I got him to the point of almost cumming from just the slightest movement of the dildo I was fucking him with. Then he fucked it up. He was supposed to tap me before he came and he failed, before he even finished cumming he was apologizing profusely for messing up. It was mostly incoherent since he was actively cumming and extremely high but it pissed me off and I grabbed his hair firmly in one hand before rapidly fucking him with the dildo while telling him how pathetic he was, how he couldn’t even do one simple fucking task and how he was in so much trouble.

He was so sensitive that he just started cumming over and over, being so loud that I moved my wrist to gag his mouth. For the next few minutes it was nonstop, I could feel him clench and cum on the toy every few seconds and he was fully shaking and pleading with me to stop. I completely lost count of how many times he came but god it was thrilling to punish him like that. Only stopped to fold his legs up and start fucking him properly. He was so high at that point he was basically unresponsive, just moaning and squirming a bit.

I fucked him hard while leaving bites all over his chest since he did such a bad job listening and he continued to cum multiple times just from penetrative sex. He got so needy he started pawing at his dick while I kept going at it, leading him to cum extremely hard and loud beneath me. At that point he was a hickey covered, drooling, trembling mess who was high out of his mind, trying to recover from the 2+ hours we had been going at it for.

It was just so cute seeing a usually tough guy get used by me against his will. Could never normally overpower him but when he’s all fucked up he just becomes a toy for me to pay with. Need to slip stuff in his food more often.

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meinkatzchen

"Forgive this fool 🥺😔🙏🙏"

mousidy

love when you go to the club and the DJ sets the water level up high and everyone starts swimmin

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and you just know someone's gonna scream "DJ! play fish music!" and everyone's gonna act like their favorite fish 😁

eldritchbauble

Your parents can love you and still be shitty abusive parents. They can mean well and still fuck up. They might fuck up without even knowing it's abuse.

Sometimes I think about how, when I was 5, my dad would make grilled cheese sandwiches and cut them into dinosaur shapes for me. Other times when I was hungry, he would refuse to feed me at all, because he decided that 5 was old enough for me to cook for myself when he didn't feel like doing it.

I think about how he taught me to swim, and fish, and (yes) throw a ball. In the summer, at night, he would wrap me in a huge comforter and carry me around outside to show me the constellations. But I hated being left alone with him because he was often bad tempered, mean to me for no reason, and I couldn't count on him for basic things like food.

Sometimes I think about how my mom raised hell in my high school principal's office in front of multiple faculty members because they weren't complying with my IEP (disability required accommodations). She always saw red if someone else laid a finger on me, even figuratively. When we were at home she screamed at me for things I had no control over and said I was using my illness to get my way.

I think about how she bought me art supplies and paid for lessons for all of my hobbies. She attended every single concert, performance, and game. I don't think I went a day without being told she loved me while growing up, and she constantly told me how proud she was. But I could never trust her mood and she could go from loving mother to terrorizing me before I knew what was happening.

My parents love me but I still flinch if someone in my vicinity washes a dish a little too aggressively. My parents never intentionally traumatized me, but my nervous system never knew the difference. Neither of my parents saw anything they did as abuse; they believed they were good parents. It wasn't until my mom was in her mid 60s that she grasped that her own childhood had been abusive, too.

They're not bad, irredeemable people. They're complex people with a lot of their own trauma who lacked many skills necessary for good parenting. I could hate them for it, but I don't. I'm not obligated to forgive them, and I don't think I have, and I don't know whether I ever really will. My parents damaged me a lot in ways that have affected my whole life, and I still have good memories with them.