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All tuckered out
Punishing a bitey, orally fixated pet by forcing them to watch as I give a more well behaved pet the slow, luxurious mouth fuck they've been craving.
Collared and muzzled, watching latex fingers glide over eager tongue, caress sharp fangs, tease a needy throat. Swallowing, chomping, whining desperately in the muzzle, begging for it.
Oh pretty thing, you're not going to have release tonight. I hope you keep that empty, needy ache in mind the next time you consider biting.
"you bruise so easily" take advantage of it then
wherrrrrre is the porn of girls hunting each other down in the woods
you should catch her. she should think she really had a chance to outpace you, but one wrong move is all it takes her to fall. she goes crashing into a tree, or a snowdrift, or a riverbank, with you pressing your bulge to her ass. you should cut her clothes off before marching her back to your home base, steering her by the hair or the cuffs or the rope or the leash. she should grind on your boots while her mouth is full of your cock, rutting against you as she tries to convince you it’s worth your time to fuck another of her holes
wholesome camping trip where she encourages me to shotgun every hit she takes of a blunt with her and gives me drink after drink, once i’m sufficiently intoxicated she walks me to the middle of the surrounding woods and tells me i have 10 seconds to run before she starts chasing me. I have no idea what she’s gonna to do me when she catches me, but i do know weed is one hell of an aphrodisiac to her and the look in her eyes is animalistic
A domme with two doggirls that gets them way too riled up.
You know how easy it is to play too hard with either of them, not to mention both. You know it's dangerous when you have a pair bonded that closely, how easily it is for them to push the other into more extreme moods.
You don't listen to good sense though. You think you can handle them. You've worked so hard on all their commands, you've worked for hours on recall, on "drop it." You thought you could handle them without their muzzles, without their safety gear.
You didn't worry, not at first, when they started looking at you the same way they look at their enrichment toys.
You started to worry when their play started to focus more on you, than the toys you kept trying to distract them with. Your hands first. "Accidental" little nips that remind you how sharp their teeth are. Your fingers caught between jaws that could chew them off, but released after only a threatening moment.
Until they weren't satisfied with that and they throw their weight into you.
One of them, you could have pushed off, maybe, but both working together? You were on the ground before you could consider calling out for help.
Play turns to something more insistent. Mouths and noses and paws working to tear away your training tools, your clothes, your defenses left scattered around you. The pair growl over you like a steak, snapping at each other in dominance displays, arguing over who gets what. You don't have time to consider what it means for you. Your panicked mind is reeling, unable to find a way out.
You feel one of them pressing against your ass. You don't have a chance to scream before fingers are pushing into your mouth. You're left drooling over yourself, grunting as the first of them takes her prize. The hound you thought you could control wrapping fingers around your throat as she takes you from behind.
Until you find out that dominance spat isn't over. Teeth longer than your fingers snapping by your face as the pair clash over your body. Each of them tearing at the other, at you, creating a feedback loop that only drives them deeper and deeper into their crazed state.
You feel one being pushed out of you so the other can take her place. Back and forth, the two slipping in and out as they war for territory.
Finally your body will yield. Opening up to the pair of them. The snapping teeth and exchange of growls shifting to mutual whimpers of pleasure as they frot inside your body.
It's a lot, taking the pair. Each of them enough to stretch you on their own, but together it's enough it feels like your insides have to rearrange to fit them both.
For awhile you'll focus on just that. Feeling that fullness, feeling your body become forcably devoted to a singular purpose. No more strength left, all you can do is clutch at one of them as each stroke pushes them just a little deeper. Reshapes you just a bit more.
You'd have no real choice but to ride it out. As you grew used to their paired size and started relaxing, your body would start to surrender to the pleasure. It wouldn't be long before you were soaking their lap, clutching at them for support, shaking through your first of many climaxes.
At least by this point you'd be too far gone to hear our laughter. You'd never make out our teasing exchange over your shoulder.
"So soon?"
"Where's the fight?"
"We already broke this one's squeeker"
"We haven't even tied you yet."
That would drag you out of whatever empty minded state you'd sunken into. Our knots. Nowhere to escape, too weak from your pointless struggles.
No choice but to take it.
"Just breath through it. Relax."
Whatever time we took stretching you out between us wouldn't be enough, but by now you would have run out of tears. Just shaking between us with a sick sense of pride that you could take us both.
I sent her photos of my bruises and got no response at all for hours and hours and hours red flag??
So we were talking about This Post at craft night and i realized that i have a lot more to say on the matter despite NOT being a robot fucker (or much of an anything fucker for that matter ⬛⬜🟪). we're all on tumblr. we know how it goes with a mutual getting a special interest for a few weeks and now its on your dash. i just think the people who write/draw robot smut could stand to be a bit more creative then replacing ropes with Ethernet cables and the like. we'll get to the Estop button, but theres so many other ways you can dom your robot.
Anyone who has worked with setting up industrial robots knows that there is a teach/hand locate mode. you plug in a pendant, change a few settings, and now the robot is basically weightless. you can grab any of its joints and BY HAND, move it around. the robot will not resist - can not resist. all it can do is fight gravity. you typically do this to move all the joints of a robot into position for the next step which is
locking everything in place. now that you have positioned your robot how you want it, you need to keep it there while you set up other things. this is where the motor lock comes in. this enables when you exit hand locate mode. THIS is how you keep a robot in place. not with rope. nothing is going to make this robot move now. those joints are locked in place by the full might of electric motors, which by the way, have the MOST torque at low/0 rpm
if you do need to make it move while locked, you can enter jog mode and dial into a specific motor and slowly have it step forward or backward in small amounts. the position feedback on these joints is fed into a PID loop so that motion is not jerky or over/undershooting. so unless you go in and de-tune the PID control loop, your robot is not going to shiver or shudder in place
and lastly, the estop. this kills all power to all motors. if you hit this then gravity wins and your robot will collapse to the ground in a heap (and probably leave a pretty good dent in the floor)
now could i write smut where you hand locate a robot into a compromising position, lock in in place, aimlessly twiddle its PID values until its a shaky mess, fuck it senseless, and then hit the estop on the way out leaving on the ground in a crumpled heap?
eh probably not. this isnt my thing. I just work with robots. we keep it professional. except for that one time i had to spoon a massive 5 axis arm to get to one of its fasteners. but i did use protection (full body clean room suit). i'll leave the spicy stuff as an exercise for the class
protip: you can double or even triple the inherent eroticism of leatherworking by nearly exclusively making/modifying your own custom kink gear to be exactly how you like it
Catch and release program for sluts that you chase through the woods at dusk when it’s cold enough to see your breath. Every time I catch you, I’m ripping a piece of your clothing off and letting you go again. When I catch you and there’s no clothing left on you, I’ll rip your dignity from your writhing, soaking, begging, arching body, and growl into your ear that victims aren’t supposed to cum.
You guys r underestimating how fun it is to be wrestled and overpowered
My twin just another me
don't worry about me when I say this but I think in a way being hunted for sport would be a relief. my nervous system would be like, wow. finally, a proportional reaction
competitive girl who makes constant "if you lose I decide what happens to you" type conditions but if she even gets a hint that you're not trying to win she stops talking to you forever
how do you feel about muzzles as a form of denial for oral fixation girlies
10/10 i love this shit, i wore one to an event + was genuinely frustrated i couldnt kiss my friends so i bet its a great tool for denial
being trained is so unbelievably hot. When I get a little conscious of the fact that I didn’t necessarily choose to do that behavior, when I realize I did it without even really remembering, when I realize that you’re firmly in my head piloting me… I can’t even finish the thought tis too much
making the hostage situation very awkward by enthusiastically asking for the gun to be in my mouth during the ransom video