A good puppy 🐶

she/her ✨️owned✨️

[mirellebun]

A collar

+ the command to kneel (as a good girl should) − the very last thought in my head = perfect obedience.

Math is quite simple.

[deadanacondaa]

I love watching the moment it clicks in your head —

the exact second you realize how thoroughly I’ve manipulated and owned you. You’re no longer a woman with desires. You’re my free-use hole. I’ll edge you mercilessly until you’re begging with tears in your eyes, finally grant you release… and then immediately torment that overstimulated clit and pussy without mercy. You’ll stay there, folded and dripping, my living fleshlight, existing only to be used and pushed past every limit I choose.

[thefatherspup]

humping my pillow so much until my panties are completely soaked full of my juices because i am genuinely in heat and need someone to use my puppycunt over and over as much as they want. i need someone to fuck me over and over until im a sobbing, mumbling, drooling mess but still begging for more.

[dumb-bunnies]

Tie me up and breed my little pussy until it’s dripping. I want to be kept a captive pet while my belly grows with the consequences of your actions.

Oh I think you’ll release me after I give birth? No. This is my life now. A captive breeding toy

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[midnightdaddy7]

women are fleshlights

I don’t fuck you like a person.

I use your nasty little holes to masturbate with.

You’re nothing more than a warm, wet fleshlight whose only purpose is to take my cock and catch my cum. No kissing. No romance. No consideration.

Just me gripping you, thrusting until I finish, and leaving you dripping when I’m done.

That’s all you’re for.

[minnymay-blogs]

please lock me in a cage and only let me out to abuse me 🖤

[urlittldoe]

humping the hand that beats me ♡︎

[sleepdeprivedmint]

Psst. Hey. The hound reading this post.

You’re a good dog, you know that right? A very, very good dog. And so cute too~

You don’t have to pretend to be strong, or independent. You can just let that go for a while. Rest here sweet hound. Just be a good dog.

[corruptedbyhim]

The leash goes on and you go away.

Not all of you. Your body stays. Kneeling on the floor, naked except for the collar, looking up at him with those big puppy dog eyes he loves so much. But the part of you that worries, that plans, that carries the weight of being a person with responsibilities and expectations and a never-ending list of things you’re failing at… that part just switches off.

Click goes the leash.

Gone goes the mind.

It took a while to train you. Months of him putting you under, whispering what the leash means, what happens when it attaches, what you become. But now it’s automatic. The second you feel that little tug at your collar, your thoughts start to melt and something simpler takes their place.

You don’t think in words anymore. Not when you’re like this. Words are for people, and we both know you’re not a person right now. You’re a pet. His pet. And pets don’t worry about deadlines or bills or whether they said the wrong thing at work. Pets just exist. Warm and eager and desperate to please their Master.

He runs his hand over your head and you push into it, hungry for touch. He scratches behind your ear and you make a sound that isn’t quite human, something between a whine and a sigh. Good. This is so good. Why would anyone want to be a person when you could be this instead?

"Good pup," he says, and your whole body lights up.

That’s all you need. Those two words. You’d do anything to hear them again. Fetch, roll over, beg, present yourself however he wants. The tasks don’t matter. The praise matters. The feeling of being useful, being owned, being exactly what he needs you to be.

He tugs the leash and you follow on all fours. Walking upright doesn’t suit you when the leash is snug around your neck. You pad along beside him, focused entirely on his hand, his voice, the subtle signals that tell you what he wants.

Later he’ll unclip the leash and count you back up and you’ll blink your way back into being someone with a name and a job and a life that feels heavier every time you return to it.

You’re starting to dread the counting.

You’re even starting to wonder what would happen if you just… didn’t wake back up.

He hasn’t noticed that change in you yet. Or maybe he has and he’s just waiting to see how far you’ll drift before he has to pull you back.

Either way, you hope he doesn’t pull too hard.

You’re so happy down here.

And It’d be nice to stay a little longer.

[wrathfuldaddy]

You would look so cute in a collar.

In Daddy's collar.

This would show the world that Daddy is the one who bred you, who owns you.

[rivvvvs]

I just want someone to tie me up and call me a good little slut, to use me whenever they please, to show me off to their friends and let them play with me, to wake me up with their cock deep inside me, I want to be someone’s little toy constantly being used for their own pleasure

[themasterpieces]

As much as I love seeing your eyes empty and obedient, you have no use for your sight right now.

When you're blindfolded, the world disappears.

All that remains is the sound of my voice and the steady rhythm of my commands in your ear.

Let the darkness quiet the last of your thoughts.

[goblinkingcalvin]

it just gets so hard to focus when you're all worked up, huh? difficult to form a complete thought? don't worry, pet, I'll tell you exactly where to focus for me now. I know what your next thoughts are going to be already and you can trust me. just focus on my words. that’s a good pet.

[sweetestbunbun33]

my place in this world is naked, on my knees, tongue out, eyes crossed and ready to serve my superiors! 💝

[yourabusiveolderbrother3]

Ignoring her stupid “safe word”, smothering her with a pillow so she’ll stay nice and quiet as you keep pounding her into the mattress. Not giving her a choice but to take it >>>>>>>>

[go0nettebimb0]

getting bred and forced to just take it would heal me, like yes take care of me, put a baby in me and make me a house wife please

[glittergirlie1010]

I thought the stars looked really pretty as I laid in the secluded forest looking up at them. They almost seemed to be dancing as I shifted in the dirt with the thrusts of the man on top of me.

My wrists were bound heavily with rope and my body was messy with soil. It had been a fight to get here but I wasn’t fighting anymore. The summer dress I had on was torn at one of the straps and my panties were around my ankles, I lost my shoes somewhere along the chase.

When he brought me out here, he gave me a head start and I ran as fast as my legs would let me. When caught up and grabbed me, it seemed to be without effort, he wasn’t panting at all like I was. He picked me up by the waist and brought me to the ground with him. His arms felt so strong when he was holding me, I could feel that my body was starting to respond to him even if my mind was screaming for it not to.

He had pinned one my legs down with his knee while pulled at my panties in a rush to reveal my bare cunt to the night air. Once he forced himself between my thighs, I watched in horror as he took his cock from his pants and shoved himself into my pussy, without protection.

He pumped rapidly on top of me while he grabbed at my tits and stuck his fingers in my mouth, making me gag. I was watching the stars when pulled himself, slick with my arousal, out of my cunt, flipped me onto my stomach and pushed my dress up.

“No, no, no, no, not that. Please.” I pleaded into the ground while he grabbed at my asscheeks and moaned to himself.

“The thing is…” He leaned his full weight onto me and whispered in my ear, “No is just how sluts, who haven’t yet learned their place, like to say yes.” I felt his cock rub around my asshole and a familiar pain as he began to push himself inside me.