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i kind of like being a feeder in a butler kind of way. constantly plying my lady with an excess of fattening food and drink, helping her with every little task so she doesn't have to move uwu
Bootblacking is a perfect task for a hound. Simple enough for even the most conditioned mind, yet time-consuming; Tedious, but an act of service. A hound must be useful for its Handler out of the cockpit. What better way then keeping its Handler looking their best? And if it failed its last mission, a few simple kicks to the abdomen will have the boots requiring another polish. Repeat as desired.
we need to put an end to the illicit use of maid tummy as a handwarmer for princesses
It’s Friday night, come on over. No need to stress, silly, it’s just girls night. Wear something comfortable.
it's important for maids to know how to sew and knit. both so we can alter our Ladyships' clothes and make her new ones, but also (and possibly more importantly,) so we can make subtle modifications to our uniforms to make them as revealing and slutty as our honourable code would allow
for the pleasure of our employers, of course.
The Greedy Queen.
CW: feederism, ssbbw, fingering
I could hear the ravenous gorging before I even stepped foot inside of the throne room.
The colossal oaken doors creaked open as the two heavy-armored guardsmen permitted my entry. Inside was a massive hallway illuminated by the morning sun shining through multicolored stained glass windows depicting the greatness of Gulosus, the ever-consuming empire. Treasures including armor, weapons, scepters, jewels, gold jewelry, statues, paintings, carvings, pottery, and even a crown once worn by my late uncle were scattered throughout the room either mounted on a pedestal, a stand, or a plaque. At the end of the hallway sat a massive throne decorated with glittering gemstones and shining gold pillaged from all over Gulosus. The throne’s occupant, Queen Aila, sat all six-hundred pounds of her fat, quivering body on said throne as two servants beside her fed her the bounty of the kingdom she inherited from her mother. She greedily reached her fat fingers toward a bowl filled with sweet, sugary fruit grown in the fertile plains to the south and nuts grown in the western valleys as she chewed on a roasted leg from a wild beast that roamed around the northern hills. She then took a swig of wine made from eastern shore grapes to wash it all down before digging into a decadent chocolate cake baked here in the castle; her meal was as well-rounded as she was. Her fat arms swung like pendulums as she reached for more and more food to shovel into her greedy mouth. Her round face, once the famous face that could drive kingdoms to war, had rounded out quite a bit; although her long, auburn hair and beautiful green eyes were still as flawless as ever, her cheeks and double chin jiggled with each bite she took off her food. Her bountiful breasts, massive belly, and juicy fat thighs threatened to rip and tear the tent-like silvery dress that she wore over her body, displaying each and every one of her corpulent curves. As usual, she was adorned in glittering gold jewelry and gem-encrusted trinkets, although it was clear that these had to be made to account for her fat wrists, neck, and ankles.
I wasn’t here to watch another one of her greedy gorgings; if I were, it wouldn’t be hard to fit it into my schedule seeing as that’s all she does. I was here to deliver her tribute from my homeland, Mons; a vase full of goldbrew. Goldbrew is wine made from golden grapes that can only be grown in Mons. It is said to be the most delicious drink imaginable; at least Queen Aila seemed to think so.
“OOH!” she squealed happily as soon as she noticed that I had walked in. “Have you brought me my brew?”
“Indeed I have,” I said, bowing before the queen with my arms outstretched.
The two servants ran over and grabbed the gourd before to take it to the queen for her consumption.
“You two, wait!” she exclaimed at the servants. “I want him to serve it to me.”
The two servants bowed and left the throne room.
“Bring it to me,” she demanded, pointing her finger at me and giving me a “come hither” gesture.
I stood up and obliged. Queen Aila’s fluttered her eyes seductively and watched as I brought over her goldbrew. I walked up the steps before her throne and stood right in front of her fat legs, smothered by her giant belly.
“For you, my queen,” I said as I tried to give her the vase.
“Pour it down my throat,” she ordered hungrily. “I want every last drop!”
“As you wish,” I replied.
I reached the vase over her belly and breasts to reach her awaiting mouth. I poured the sweet, succulent liquid down her throat and she gulped it down like a pig; she seemed to have mastered the art of stuffing her mouth without breathing.
I stopped pouring after about twenty seconds to let her take a breath. She moaned in pleasure as she swallowed, savoring the delicious taste of the goldbrew. Her legs seemed to shake ever so slightly and I swore I could see her hips gyrating. This was because goldbrew was easily the most potent aphrodisiac known to man.
I reached to her belly and began to rub it to help her digest her meal as I fed her dessert. With the other hand, I continued to pour the goldbrew down her throat, causing her to moan even louder. I slowly worked my hand down to the bottom of her dress and lifted it up; her juices were building up and running down her leg. I slowly slid my fingers lower and lower until they were between her fat thighs and worked my way between her vagina. I felt her sopping wet womanhood and pleasured her as I fed her the goldbrew, completely losing her in total ecstasy. She moaned and panted as I pushed my fingers deeper and deeper while contorting my arms so that I could do that and feed her the drink. Her fat legs twitched with pleasure and her back arched, pushing her protruding belly our even further. Finally, just as I was running out of goldbrew, she screamed and squirted all over her legs and my hand. Her juices dripped down to the floor as Queen Aila lay there, satisfied and full.
“I’ll fetch those servants and tell them to bring rags,” I said to her.
She was so lost in ecstasy that she did not hear. I simply bowed and turned around, satisfied with what my goldbrew had done to the queen.
You see, none of the vases I brought contained just goldbrew as my uncle promised many years ago when he surrendered our lands to Gulosus. We couldn’t fight them head-on, so we opted for another path. Our golden grapes contain the aforementioned aphrodisiac that captivated not just Queen Alia’s senses but her mother before her as well. However, another ingredient we added just for them; a special spice that numbs the senses and strokes the appetite, slowly turning the drinker to a fat, hedonistic, and horny pig that would eat and fuck whatever is in front of them. As Queen Aila grew fat, lazy, and stupid by eating and drinking all day, my people were preparing to make their comeback and take Mons back.
Gulosus will be sitting ducks because their queen is a fat, spoiled, pig of a woman who only cares about where her next fix of goldbrew is coming from. She’s perfect.
domestic free use mascohist. open to manhandling, slapping, beating at any moment with no warning.
dom getting home and pulling the sub in by the hair to say hello. having coffee and the dom just presses the hot mug to the sub's arm. a dom who's a smoker pressing the lit cigarette to the sub's thigh for fun. they're getting competitive over a video game and the sub gets thrown to the ground. the dom passing by the sub in the bathroom and bashing their head into the tiled wall. having a petty argument and the sub gets choked. the dom giving first aid, unable to resist the temptation of reopening an old cut before they clean and cover it again. the sub doing something endearing and the dom sinks their teeth into their neck.
cuddling and the dom pokes and scratches at their cuts and bruises as they just whimper as if they don't love it <33
maid doll whose only objective is the wellbeing of its technician
maid doll realizing its technician is a massive sub
maid doll who dommes its technician into taking care of herself
torn between being a maid or being a maid fucker. goddamn it both sound so goooood
I can just imagine bending a poor little thing over the desk and spanking it until it was purple
or being that person,,, huehuehue
i know im mostly sub but the thought of being a bottom dom is so fun to think about, especially as a femboy to a much manlier man, making him crumble and submit to a much smaller, feminine boy. I'd use his cock to get myself off, force him to suck my cock and then cum all over his face, i'd make him bow down to me and kiss my pretty little feet in my sheer thigh highs, tease him while we're in public and have him begging to fuck me when we get back, i'd touch him and use him whenever I want, make him watch me get myself off and not let him do anything about it.... oh the possibilities...
I want to be a mad king. my whims and moods feared by my servants and advisors, people constantly tense trying to contend with my moods
I really enjoyed doing this commission for @isilwenshadewind from your cute OC Naril
He is clearly a spoiled rich boy who loves banquets and good wine.
free use but it's merely me using you as a stress ball
choking your throat till it bruises
kneading your tits till they ache
slapping your ass just to till it stings
taking out my frustration by groping and manhandling you till i'm satisfied
didn't you want to be useful, my darling doll ?
“pillow princesses are selfi-“ i don’t give a fuck !! does my girl just want to lay down and spread her legs ? i’m right there swirling my tongue around her clit and she won’t even have to worry about her legs cause i’ll place them on my shoulders !! my princess only wants to climb on my lap ? good ! she won’t have to lift a finger cause i’ll be the one pressing a vibe right to her sensitive spots. my lovely angel just needs to ask and i’ll do anything for her. and never forget about the bath after, that’s what princesses deserve !!
Your piss-soaked-purpose
I want to treat you like my personal human urinal. Cuffing you next to the toilet that I will never use. Making you sleep there. Naked and cold. As I sleep comfortably on the bed. And then every fucking morning. When I get up. I’ll walk over to you and aim my cock at your pussy, face or tits and let go. Giving you a wakeup call of warm piss all over your pussy lips and skin, before letting you sit there in that puddle for hours to come. Reeking of urine and piss.
I might at times use the toilet. But purposely aim outside as well. In before tasking you to lick up every single drop of piss from my cock, the seat and the floor. As you are made to lap up stale piss like a filthy little piss-licker.
I might sometimes drag you with me into the shower as I piss all over your face. Letting go and drenching your hair in piss. Maybe you should open up your mouth and catch as much piss as possible. My warm piss pooling in your open mouth before I instruct you to swallow and show me your tongue. Maybe making you gargle some of it too. Like the good little pissy toilet slut you are.
I might wake up at night and just stick my cock in your throat before letting go directly and releasing wave after wave of piss directly down your throat. You better stay still little urinal. I’m not done with you yet. So keep gulping down every drop.
Or I might invite friends over to use every single of your holes as our personal urinal. Pissing on/in you. Stuffing ass, mouth and pussy with hot piss. Making you reek like used public urinal. Like filthy piss-slut. And using you for your true purpose. Being a human urinal and piss deposit. Don’t forget your purpose. Ever.
my rare dom mood has hit and GOD
need to be treated like a pretty prince and order my knight on Exactly how to please me. Making him blush as I praise him and tell him how good he feels inside me. All the while he's fighting the need to flip me over and pound me into the mattress for his own pleasure. Because he knows I'm in control, no matter how badly he wants to be.