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the goal of having someone watch you dom someone else is to make them feel disgusting for being an accessory to whats happening

johncagedigicoreremix

i slam your head to the concrete. it bounces. her breath hitches. you still havent safe worded

you're sobbing and begging her to stop me, coming up with anything you can think of to offer in exchange for getting me off of you. i tell her not to move a fucking inch or i'll redirect my attention and she stays still.

you're completely catatonic and tears are flooding out of your eyes. i roll you over and tell her to quit worrying about how vacant your eyes have gotten, gesturing to a wet spot on your pants as proof that you really must be getting off to this.

your body slumps forward and i start slapping you harder and harder until you make a whimper for proof of life so she'll stop bothering me with all this "no i think shes really hurt maybe you should stop" bullshit.

break time comes and i tell her to join me upstairs for a smoke, maybe if you were more responsive she'd stay down there, but leaving offers ablution from the misery that we can taste in the air at this point. a polite wave goodbye and a kick to keep you disoriented before the door shuts and you are left alone.

lady-of-fangs-lyrlia

I’m teaching you “Play Dead.”

The first thing we’ll start training is your breathing. Slow, steady, even breaths. In, and out, pausing for a few moments between each just like you were sleeping. If you ever find yourself uncertain, just focus on this. Regardless of what’s happening, just keep the rise and fall of your chest to a minimum.

It’s a meditative state I’m teaching you. You focus on your breathing, which in turn leads to a calmer mind. The physical rhythm of drawing in each breath lets you drift away from everything that’s happening to your body.

“Play dead.” Eyes closed, body limp. You don’t need to move. You don’t need to think. I don’t want a response from you so you don’t need to worry about what sounds are the correct ones to make or how your performance as a participant will be measured.

“Play dead.” When my hand starts to trace up your leg when you should be asleep.

“Play dead.” When the alcohol in your system is too much and your spinning brain doesn’t know what to do.

“Play dead.” When the freeze response takes over and it’s the only comfort you have to cling to.

inthejunipergrove

"God puppy, I just tease you for a little bit and you're already grinding against my leg like an animal in heat? You're so fucking pathetic it's almost cute."

"Did you really just start grinding faster? Are you getting off to being called pathetic? Oh my god you are... such a sweet and pathetic mutt getting off to --"

"Did you really just cum? From that? You fucking came from me calling you pathetic didn't you? God puppy you're lucky you're so cute. Why did you stop? I never said you could stop grinding against me. I need to get off and I want a show from a pathetic puppy like you."

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