I want so badly to be at my place of work and for my partner to come visit me and I think he's just being sweet and next thing I know he pulls out the clicker and clicks me stupid just to tell me he'll see me when I get home so now I'm at work fuzzy headed and needy like I just got fucked and all he did was press a button and then I finally get home and I've managed to cool down he gives me barely any time to close the front door behind me and he clicks me again asking me how work was and what I want for dinner but clicking every time I try to think until I collapse to my knees whining and needy
you see, i'm still autistic when i'm topping. that's why i need you to ask me for exactly what you want. put into words how you want me to put you on your knees and train you to do the most demeaning things and hurt you just so i can call you a good pet for obeying me. i know it's hard and embarrassing to say these things, but it's so important that you do. how else am i going to know which ways i can use you? i know it makes you feel silly but it's even sillier to expect me to read your horny little mind <3 speak up, use ur words.
thinking about punishing a dumb little puppy for getting too excited in public and admitting to me that they got all wet.
i’d take them home and have them strip in front of me down to their boxers so i can see just how wet they are, having them hold their hands behind their back so i can point and giggle at the wet stain bleeding through. i’d pinch the waistband up and pull their boxers taut to see their sensitive cock pressing swollen against the fabric. i’d brush a knuckle against it, feeling the hardness. they’d whine cutely, probably thinking i was going to give them a treat and rub their bulge for them- but i’d let go and let the waistband slap their stomach, and snap my fingers and point at the floor. they’d scramble to kneel at my feet, holding themself up on trembling thighs.
my legs would be crossed and i’d stretch one out a bit more, hovering my leather boot near their groin. they’d let out a cute whine and spread their thighs even further like a desperate little slut, showing that the wetness had grown and was clearly dripping to their thighs. “stay,” i’d say.
gently, i’d brush the leather toe of my boot against their wet clothed cock. they’d gasp sharply, their hips twitching in tiny spasms, but resist the urge to hump. they’d quiver with the effort to stay still, face flushing a dark red as i rub their sensitive cock with my boot in small, soft circles. i’d barely be exerting any effort, watching bored and listless from the couch as this dumb horny pup moans and keens shamelessly with their thighs spread and boxers soaked and knees bruising against the hard floor.
as i continue gently massaging their swollen cock through their boxers i’d watch as a sheen would begin to accumulate on my boot, their cum coating the matte black leather. when enough would have covered it to make my boot shine like it’d been freshly conditioned, i’d frown and take my boot away. i’d tell them to take their boxers off, and they would whine excitedly. i’d examine the cum on my boot disinterestedly as they did, looking up after to see their swollen little cock on display for me, and their boxers on the ground at my feet.
“pick those up,” i’d say. “with your mouth, puppy. right now. what a bad dog, leaving your dirty clothes on the floor.”
they’d whimper and avoid my gaze, but gingerly get on their hands and knees to pick their wet boxers up with their mouth, trying to fit them in their mouth best as they could without using hands. they’d succeed, with some fabric still hanging out.
“go ahead naughty puppy, hump my boot.”
they’d nod rapidly, a thin string of drool pouring from their lips and onto the floor, before crawling on all fours over to my boot. they’d mount my leg, thighs clenching around my ankle, and hump hard with animalistic vigour against my boot, moaning and grunting through the boxers in their mouth. they’d look up at me wide-eyes with their pathetic teary gaze and i’d look back with a sort of amused disinterest, watching this dumb little thing hump my leather boot with drool pouring out of their mouth and down their chin.
eventually their noises would get louder and louder, and i would notice their hips beginning to stutter- “stop,” i’d order. “naughty puppies don’t get to come.” their eyes would widen sadly and i’d see a look in their eye like they were thinking about protesting like a brat, but my puppy knows better. they’d relent and crawl backwards, sitting away from my leg. their cock would be so swollen, their thighs shiny and covered in their cum. they’d look to me with wide-eyed obedience.
“now put those back on,” i’d lift my boot up to their chin, “and lick these clean.”
thinking about the ways i subtly assert dominance with cute shy butches in public.....
perching on a stool in a crowded bar wearing a tight little dress, effortlessly pulling them onto my lap so they have somewhere to sit and don't tire their poor little legs.
standing pressed up behind them so i can use their shoulder as a chin-rest, with my tits pressed against their back and my hips brushing against their ass that subtly, needily, tries to press back against my cunt.
using the shoulder straps of their leather jacket as a leash and pulling them by it as we walk together, giggling when they stumble so cutely trying to match my pace- if they're not wearing a jacket i'll grip their shirt in my fist or just hold a hand at the nape of their neck.
sweetly letting bartenders and waitresses know that i'm buying their drink for them, tapping my card and giving them a kiss on the forehead as they fluster. admonishing them with a firm tug at their hair when they do something dumb. grabbing them by the chin and letting my long, sharpened nails dig into their skin as i admire their face, or grabbing them like that to turn their head when i want them to look at something. putting my legs up on their lap on the bus. scratching their head in front of their friends which always makes their face go all pink and dumb from pleasure.
mean girls who grab your chin and ask you questions with the full knowledge that you're too dazed and overwhelmed and fucked out to be capable of answering with anything but a breathy little "uh huh" every time
Life has been getting too much lately, huh darling? Poor thing. Why don’t you come sit on my lap so I can feed you too many smoke filled kisses while forcing you back and forth against my bulge until you’re too dumb to remember whatever silly little thing you were talking about? Works wonders from what I hear.
hm? what's that you're stressed about? awe, no, puppies don't think things like that, okay sweetheart? that stuff is for much smarter, bigger people, and you're just my dumb little puppy, remember? all you have to worry about is being a good boy for me. all you have to worry about is how good my fingers and my cock feel inside you, how nice you feel when my mouth licks at your needy little holes. you understand? good. now let's get you a joint and your collar and leash, and I'll make sure you're all nice and brainless just like you're supposed to be, okay pup?
I need to pull a subby butch dyke into my lap by the belt loops. My hand gripping his jaw with firm, but loving, authority. Want to feel him melt into me when I press my mouth against his neck, growling in hunger. I need my pretty little boytoy to know he's mine, that I've marked him. When I look into his eyes I want to see nothing but devotion and rapt obedience.
sliding my hand all over a girls chest rn while making monster truck noises but her tits are so sensitive that it still makes her a whimpering mess. lmao