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@histrionicmutt
*wags at u*
making a sub repeat "i don't want to cum" over and over to let you know they're getting close, and to help reinforce to themselves that they dont in fact need to cum at all
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.
put her in subspace and start asking her really difficult and confusing questions she doesn't know the answer to until she feels so so so dumb and lost that she needs you to think for her completely
submissive femmes who get pathetic and needy for you and aren’t ashamed to show you how badly they want it🫦
Lay down, pretty,
Let me take care of you after this long week you’ve been working so hard.
You deserve a moment of complete ease:
no thinking, no effort, just my voice guiding you.
Don’t concern yourself with directions; I’ll position your body where it needs to be. Don’t you worry, sweetheart. I’m here, and
I’ve got you.
sweet little cunt finds a dildo in their parents room and pounds their pussy with it, only for it to be an exact replica of their dad’s thick veiny cock and fat balls <3
dad teaching me how to rub my little aching clit 🥺 showing me where to rub and encouraging me when i find the right spot
*sighs dreamily*
the hottest part of masochism might not even be the pain itself, but looking at your partner and seeing how much fun *they’re* having. seeing that you squealing in pain turns them on. they Like hurting you. they get off to hurting you. in a cnc scene watching them as you beg them to stop and you start to cry and then. and then seeing that fills them with Glee. knowing that they see you scared and crying and they Like it. that’s the real good shit right there
Need another dumb puppy I can rut against at my owners request and smother him with my body and scent. Want him to sob and cry and whine all while I’m looking up at my handler as they tell me how good I am. Need the other mutt’s owner to coo softly at his pup and telling him to take me while my owner manages to get a strap on me. Now I’m inside him and he’s barely holding it together. I don’t even care about him all I wanna do is make my owner happy and so does he. Both our owners are helping each other jerk off to the sight of their pups fucking each other. I’m so puppy brained the only thing I can do is uselessly rut into him even after he’s came and is begging his owner to make me stop. I don’t because I haven’t been told to so I keep fucking the poor pup until he’s manages to orgasm again. I don’t stop till I’m told to and the only thing I’m focused on is being rewarded by my owner.
[sticking a gold star on your forehead after dumping a fat load of cum in your guts] good girl.
Let me be very very clear. I want you to surrender your rights to me because it makes your hole tingle and your mouth drool and it's a fun taboo kink we both enjoy. I do not want the government to take your rights because fuck fascism and fuck institutional level bigotry.
I was sucking my boyfriend’s dick on my knees and I got to a point where I felt like I was going to gag so I did my little tap tap thing on his hip and tried to pull away. Instead, with a voice full of pity he asked, “awwh, are you gonna choke?” before yanking a fist full of my hair towards him and fucking my throat for a good 30 more seconds.
my butch took me out and bought me vintage lingerie today. she also tried to push a pull door with such confidence that she smacked her forehead on the glass. wife material
i can’t stop thinking about the time my roommate and i asked our insanely ripped neighbor brian who wore flip flops year round and sunglasses on the back of his head for help with carrying a solid wood dresser up to our apartment. he wanted to get his son who was home from college to come help too so he takes out his phone and goes, “siri, call christian christianson” and turns speaker phone on while we stand there sort of stunned by the name and after a few rings cc answers, “what the hell do you want” and brian just hangs up without responding and is all, “kids, am i right” then carries the dresser up four flights of stairs pretty much by himself. we offered him a six pack of rainier as thanks which he immediately opened in our kitchen and downed 2/6 beers in 10 mins while telling us about his 1989 dodge ram 1500 he was trying to get his son to restore with him to no avail. really nice guy. we never saw his son before he went back to school but any time i ask my roommate for help with lifting stuff or reaching something he says, “siri, call christian christianson” and we reminisce about brian and his truck.