Do you like reading about someone's will being whittled down until they are a loving pet?
You might just like my story Dog of War.
(Art by Lise-Lemonade on the HDG discord)
Dog of War is story about two people helping each other grow into themselves. It's focus is the development of the main pair's relationship and personal growth, with a healthy dosage of kinks thrown in. The main ones are Total Power Exchange, Ownership, Hypnosis, Conditioning, Feminization and a house special I like to call Princessification. However, it also has things like medfet, somno and a couple other things as a minor focus or in passing.
It's set in The Human Domestication Guide universe, a kink setting with far more world building than you might think! Feel free to browse it's wiki. Dog of War is highly rated in the setting, in fact, it's #1 by Kudos with a decent margin currently, but if you like more personal reviews, I got you covered!
+even more under the break, but you can also browse #dow on my blog to see everything everyone's been saying! Theres even fanart you can see some of here!
Here's the link to the story one more time, just to save you a scroll up~
Do you like reading about someone's will being whittled down until they are a loving pet?
You might just like my story Dog of War.
(Art by Lise-Lemonade on the HDG discord)
Dog of War is story about two people helping each other grow into themselves. It's focus is the development of the main pair's relationship and personal growth, with a healthy dosage of kinks thrown in. The main ones are Total Power Exchange, Ownership, Hypnosis, Conditioning, Feminization and a house special I like to call Princessification. However, it also has things like medfet, somno and a couple other things as a minor focus or in passing.
It's set in The Human Domestication Guide universe, a kink setting with far more world building than you might think! Feel free to browse it's wiki. Dog of War is highly rated in the setting, in fact, it's #1 by Kudos with a decent margin currently, but if you like more personal reviews, I got you covered!
+even more under the break, but you can also browse #dow on my blog to see everything everyone's been saying! Theres even fanart you can see some of here!
Here's the link to the story one more time, just to save you a scroll up~
It's the three year anniversary of Dog of War's first chapter today, and we thought we'd make a little something to celebrate. So we decided to finally dust off that Beach Episode we pulled, and present it today as a the second epilogue! Thank you all so much for enjoying Dog of War over the years, it's meant more to us than we can ever properly express. Please enjoy.
CWs: Some diapers in the opening bits, also princess pisses herself. Bisexuality
You get it. No question, just open applaud! You get what it means to sexualize Phyrexians!
THANK YOU!
I love Phyrexians and I am also horny for Phyrexians, as Phyrexians! That's why it's so important to me to emphasize their distinctive traits and not just treat them as humans in cosplay. The body horror, the gory transformation and surgery, the unconventional anatomy and erogenous zones, the transformative bodily fluids... all shockingly untapped potential in most Phyrexian NSFW art, which I will never understand. Phyrexia gave you (general you) the reproductive imagery and sexually charged transformation for free, which textually transmutes ALL YOUR BODILY FLUIDS YES ALL OF THEM, and you're still choosing to draw Phyrexians as curvy humanoids in lingerie dripping clear/white cum or whatever?? FOR SHAME!!! That's not even to begin talking about the mind fuckery and hypnosis play that one could do with ichor magic and the whispers of Phyrexia's will that invade the minds of the compleated.
Anyway, I decided to be the change I wanted to see in the world so I created an entire blog for the express purpose of sexualizing Phyrexians in the way they damn well should be. Enjoy the ride 《:3
Don't really like latex but do like drone masks and the general concept, so we thought we'd take a crack at making one of our own. Could use some tweaks, but we really like this.
A quick doodle for you all since the Slime Anthololy has hit the half-way mark! In case you all didn’t hear, if we hit our $4000 goal by May 15th, Doxy will be adding art to our book! Plus, if you donate $70, you get a commission from me! There’s only 3 of these left, so check it out!
TransFem!Reader x Male Dom. Manipulation, Mind Control, Forcefem, and some misogyny.
You're a spy, with years of training and field experience, when you get your new mission—going deep undercover to spy on Alex Marcinni, CEO of Mezmer Solutions. Central pulls some strings, and soon you find yourself with a cushy data entry analysis job.
It goes smoothly at first. A few small hacks, some files leaked to your handlers. Caution slows you down, but you begin to uncover documents detailing experimental mind control. You're sneaking out of a sensitive area when you bump into Mr Marcinni.
You quickly claim you were delivering something to a fellow employee, and got lost along the way. Despite your expertise, you feel a little shaken. Mr Marcinni laughs, and calls you silly for making such a simple mistake before sending you on your way.
You lay low a little for the next few days, taking only the safest opportunities. There's been no indication Mr Marcinni is onto you yet, but there's no one to pull you out if you get busted. Any further mistakes could be costly.
Which is the main reason why your heart is racing when he corners you again in the hallway. The other would be just how much bigger Mr Marcinni is than you. Spywork may be physical at times, but blending in was the priority. On the other hand, his tailored suit framed his powerful form.
It's just business talk, but you find yourself having difficulty paying attention to it. Something about the rhythm of his voice, and the smell of his cologne. He asks you about your opinions on all of it. When you can't manage an answer he calls you silly. The word is stuck in your mind the rest of the shift.
It's the next morning that the emails begin to find you. A fact of life of any office job, you click on the message from Mezmer without a thought. It's nearly an hour later that you come to, your mouth dry from hanging open, a taste of loneliness on your tongue. You chuckle at how silly you are for letting time get away from you like that.
You're snapped out of a similar daze a week later when Mr Marcinni calls you into his office. Your work is slipping, and the stuff you are submitting is full of errors. He ends up giving you a second chance, but it's only a few more errors until you're back in Mr Marcinni's office. It's after a little begging that you renegotiate your position. Secretary work isn't what you had in mind, but you have to admit that it would give you better access.
The issues start immediately though. Apparently, there's a dress code for position, a skirt suit is required. It's a company policy too, which means Mr Marcinni cannot change it without passing it through a board. He assured you he'll be putting it on the table as soon as current negotiations end, but in the meantime, you'll just have to deal with it.
There are so many more emails to go through as Mr Marcinni’s secretary. You spend nearly half the day going through them with little thought. You often don't realize it's lunch until Mr Marcinni tells you to get his food. You always laugh when he calls you silly for it.
It's while you bring food into his office, that he mentions the dress regulations again. At first, it was just noting that panty hose is required for skirts, or that your skirt length was too long. Then it was daily underwear inspections, to make sure you were wearing your panties and bra like a good secretary. Like all those emails said good, silly girls did.
You're standing there, shirt open and skirt lifted as Mr Marcinni draws close. You can't help but blush, it's been weeks, but you're finally getting the hang of matching underwear and applying makeup. Talks have been getting extended, and there simply hasn't been time to change the regulations. They're all busy, important men, you know. You can't expect them to stop everything for one silly little secretary, can you?
Instead, Mr Marcinni tells you you pass, and asks if you have time after work to talk about his plans.. He's going to be very busy next week, and wants his secretary to help him manage the time. You don't know what to think at first, but you resolve to go through with it. Getting closer with him *is* what you're here for, isn't it? You decide to come prepared just in case.
The place is a lot nicer than you expect it to be, but it isn't until the third glass of wine that you realize this a date. You try to tell yourself you didn't enjoy the night after they kiss you goodbye.
The next few weeks you keep noticing all the little looks Mr Marcinni is giving you, it's so distracting, and work emails are leaving you feeling light headed and... open? He starts calling you into his office about your performance, telling you what a silly girl you are. Perhaps your talents lie somewhere else?
You defend yourself of course. Besides, you're getting so close to uncovering Mr Marcinni’s plan that you can't afford to be fired—Mezmer is clearly working on some sort of mind control! All you need to do is find out what he's doing with it, and you can get back to answering his emails!
Mr Marcinni smiles and says there's one thing even a silly girl like you should be able to manage. You don't really get it, until he leans his chair back, revealing his thick cock.
Your inner conflict, as strong as it is, fails to manifest physically. You find yourself on your knees, negotiating under the table. He's so warm in your mouth, and his smell is so strong. It's impossible to think about much else. His hand runs through your now long hair (He was so nice to waive the haircut regulations while it grew out) as he tells you how pretty you look down there.
The access the position offered was worth it. It feels like every day you're getting closer to the truth. Secret documents, movement plans, numbers. Sure you've been falling behind on your actual reports, but you had, like, lots of stuff to do for Mr Marcinni! Like a few repeat performances in his office. Mr Marcinni said it was nice to see your mouth do something useful. Maybe that's why he was always buying you little treats and drinks? You have to admit, your clothes seemed to be fitting much better lately. You even had to buy bigger bras twice.
You couldn't help but giggle at how silly you felt when your handler told you you're report was weeks late. You've kept losing track of time lately, work is so busy, so many emails and calls to answer and Mr Marcinni hasn't exactly stopped making personal use of you either. You promise you'll get right on it!
The dates only get more frequent, too. At first it was every few weeks, going to a nice dinner or cafe. Then it feels like it's every other day Alex, as he insists on in private, is taking you to exotic areas. Foreign beaches, exclusive clubs, and upscale shopping. He always buys you a new dress and shoes to wear for the occasion. You often find yourself admiring how good and vacant you look in them.
Alex doesn't let you forget it either, which is no easy task these days. He's always reminding you what you were doing now, guiding your head back between his legs. Alex tells you listening is good for silly girls like yourself. You swallow his load in tacit agreement, he is the boss.
It's during one date that you realize that you're in his house—a veritable fortress—as Alex throws you on his bed. You know you should stop this, that its gone too far, that you don't like men, but just wind up laying there, like a silly girl, as he ravishes you. It's the best sex you've ever had.
The next two weeks Alex only grows more aggressive at work. Entire shifts are spent in your cubby beneath his work, often with whatever toys he deemed fit for the day. The butt plug stayed no matter what, and once he caught you masturbating, the cage did too.
The recordings are embarrassing to send to Central, but the info is good. You didn't trust yourself with notes anymore. Words always seemed so floaty when you tried to read.
You're moving to get under the desk one morning when Alex stops you. Your performance has been slipping again, and unfortunately, you already had your third strike. He has no choice but to fire you. The good news, however, is that he also needs a new housekeeper. He's a very busy, important man, he'd love to have a home cooked meal and clean house.
You take it, you have to. Your agency has never set foot in Alex's complex and it's too good to pass up. Supporting such an important, busy man was the dream of every silly girl!
Being away from Alex feels odd after all this time, but there's so much work to do, time just flies by! He even gave you pre-selected playlists designed to help you focus, since you've been having trouble. You don't think you've ever been so productive.
You both make up for lost time the second Alex comes home. Well, after you serve his dinner. It's usually when you're doing the dishes that he starts groping you from behind, telling you how sexy you look. You always cum harder when he fucks you over the sink.
You're soon waking up every day at Alex's place, in their bed. It's a good place to be, since he so often needs relief in the morning! Honestly, you have a hard time waking up motivated without a fresh load somewhere in your body.
Not that your needs seem to matter much to Alex. Silly girls got what they were given. Which is why you said yes when they proposed, and signed off on all the surgeries they ordered for you. Your new pussy healed so quickly, and the second honeymoon was unforgettable.
Everything feels so blurry now, so silly. You constantly find yourselves giggling as you titter about, seeing to your chores. Cooking and cleaning are all a girl like you needs to worry about~
Alex uses you as they please. Sometimes he comes home early, surprising you as he takes you over the laundry. Leading you forcefully to their room. They often tell you how you're such a stupid, silly woman, thinking you could fool him. You always giggle as you apologize. You don't remember doing that, but if he says so, it must be right.
It's one day months later, not that you've counted outside of a recipe in all that time, that Alex tells you to dress extra sexy. He had something special for you tonight. You're so happy as you squeeze into the most revealing thing you can find. Alex is the only thing in your vapid mind for the several hours it takes to get ready.
Alex takes you over his desk after you meet him in his home office. It's somewhat nostalgic. It's been so long since you've been a secretary, but being their obedient wife was so much better. He laughs when you thank them. That wasn't the surprise, but he could forgive a silly girl for thinking so.
No, the surprise is who walks in after, while you're still fixing your dress. You know this person carried in by two armored men, though you can't quite place them. They keep calling you something that isn't your name, asking you stuff about some agency. You apologize, there must be some mistake. Alex hired you directly, and you don't have any idea what they're talking about. It's okay though, you make silly mistakes all the time.
They start screaming weird stuff, it's hard to pay attention to any of it as Alex keeps groping you. The thought of him taking you in front of this stranger only makes you feel hotter, but the two men carry them away first.
Alex’s hands force you back over the desk, and he tell you all sorts of things about weapons shipments and trafficking. Plans for manipulating power across the globe as he fucks you again and again, filling your pussy with his seed. It hurts. He tells you deserve it.
You can't help but giggle at not understanding any of it, you're just a silly girl after all.
TransFem!Reader x Male Dom. Manipulation, Mind Control, Forcefem, and some misogyny.
You're a spy, with years of training and field experience, when you get your new mission—going deep undercover to spy on Alex Marcinni, CEO of Mezmer Solutions. Central pulls some strings, and soon you find yourself with a cushy data entry analysis job.
It goes smoothly at first. A few small hacks, some files leaked to your handlers. Caution slows you down, but you begin to uncover documents detailing experimental mind control. You're sneaking out of a sensitive area when you bump into Mr Marcinni.
You quickly claim you were delivering something to a fellow employee, and got lost along the way. Despite your expertise, you feel a little shaken. Mr Marcinni laughs, and calls you silly for making such a simple mistake before sending you on your way.
You lay low a little for the next few days, taking only the safest opportunities. There's been no indication Mr Marcinni is onto you yet, but there's no one to pull you out if you get busted. Any further mistakes could be costly.
Which is the main reason why your heart is racing when he corners you again in the hallway. The other would be just how much bigger Mr Marcinni is than you. Spywork may be physical at times, but blending in was the priority. On the other hand, his tailored suit framed his powerful form.
It's just business talk, but you find yourself having difficulty paying attention to it. Something about the rhythm of his voice, and the smell of his cologne. He asks you about your opinions on all of it. When you can't manage an answer he calls you silly. The word is stuck in your mind the rest of the shift.
It's the next morning that the emails begin to find you. A fact of life of any office job, you click on the message from Mezmer without a thought. It's nearly an hour later that you come to, your mouth dry from hanging open, a taste of loneliness on your tongue. You chuckle at how silly you are for letting time get away from you like that.
You're snapped out of a similar daze a week later when Mr Marcinni calls you into his office. Your work is slipping, and the stuff you are submitting is full of errors. He ends up giving you a second chance, but it's only a few more errors until you're back in Mr Marcinni's office. It's after a little begging that you renegotiate your position. Secretary work isn't what you had in mind, but you have to admit that it would give you better access.
The issues start immediately though. Apparently, there's a dress code for position, a skirt suit is required. It's a company policy too, which means Mr Marcinni cannot change it without passing it through a board. He assured you he'll be putting it on the table as soon as current negotiations end, but in the meantime, you'll just have to deal with it.
There are so many more emails to go through as Mr Marcinni’s secretary. You spend nearly half the day going through them with little thought. You often don't realize it's lunch until Mr Marcinni tells you to get his food. You always laugh when he calls you silly for it.
It's while you bring food into his office, that he mentions the dress regulations again. At first, it was just noting that panty hose is required for skirts, or that your skirt length was too long. Then it was daily underwear inspections, to make sure you were wearing your panties and bra like a good secretary. Like all those emails said good, silly girls did.
You're standing there, shirt open and skirt lifted as Mr Marcinni draws close. You can't help but blush, it's been weeks, but you're finally getting the hang of matching underwear and applying makeup. Talks have been getting extended, and there simply hasn't been time to change the regulations. They're all busy, important men, you know. You can't expect them to stop everything for one silly little secretary, can you?
Instead, Mr Marcinni tells you you pass, and asks if you have time after work to talk about his plans.. He's going to be very busy next week, and wants his secretary to help him manage the time. You don't know what to think at first, but you resolve to go through with it. Getting closer with him *is* what you're here for, isn't it? You decide to come prepared just in case.
The place is a lot nicer than you expect it to be, but it isn't until the third glass of wine that you realize this a date. You try to tell yourself you didn't enjoy the night after they kiss you goodbye.
The next few weeks you keep noticing all the little looks Mr Marcinni is giving you, it's so distracting, and work emails are leaving you feeling light headed and... open? He starts calling you into his office about your performance, telling you what a silly girl you are. Perhaps your talents lie somewhere else?
You defend yourself of course. Besides, you're getting so close to uncovering Mr Marcinni’s plan that you can't afford to be fired—Mezmer is clearly working on some sort of mind control! All you need to do is find out what he's doing with it, and you can get back to answering his emails!
Mr Marcinni smiles and says there's one thing even a silly girl like you should be able to manage. You don't really get it, until he leans his chair back, revealing his thick cock.
Your inner conflict, as strong as it is, fails to manifest physically. You find yourself on your knees, negotiating under the table. He's so warm in your mouth, and his smell is so strong. It's impossible to think about much else. His hand runs through your now long hair (He was so nice to waive the haircut regulations while it grew out) as he tells you how pretty you look down there.
The access the position offered was worth it. It feels like every day you're getting closer to the truth. Secret documents, movement plans, numbers. Sure you've been falling behind on your actual reports, but you had, like, lots of stuff to do for Mr Marcinni! Like a few repeat performances in his office. Mr Marcinni said it was nice to see your mouth do something useful. Maybe that's why he was always buying you little treats and drinks? You have to admit, your clothes seemed to be fitting much better lately. You even had to buy bigger bras twice.
You couldn't help but giggle at how silly you felt when your handler told you you're report was weeks late. You've kept losing track of time lately, work is so busy, so many emails and calls to answer and Mr Marcinni hasn't exactly stopped making personal use of you either. You promise you'll get right on it!
The dates only get more frequent, too. At first it was every few weeks, going to a nice dinner or cafe. Then it feels like it's every other day Alex, as he insists on in private, is taking you to exotic areas. Foreign beaches, exclusive clubs, and upscale shopping. He always buys you a new dress and shoes to wear for the occasion. You often find yourself admiring how good and vacant you look in them.
Alex doesn't let you forget it either, which is no easy task these days. He's always reminding you what you were doing now, guiding your head back between his legs. Alex tells you listening is good for silly girls like yourself. You swallow his load in tacit agreement, he is the boss.
It's during one date that you realize that you're in his house—a veritable fortress—as Alex throws you on his bed. You know you should stop this, that its gone too far, that you don't like men, but just wind up laying there, like a silly girl, as he ravishes you. It's the best sex you've ever had.
The next two weeks Alex only grows more aggressive at work. Entire shifts are spent in your cubby beneath his work, often with whatever toys he deemed fit for the day. The butt plug stayed no matter what, and once he caught you masturbating, the cage did too.
The recordings are embarrassing to send to Central, but the info is good. You didn't trust yourself with notes anymore. Words always seemed so floaty when you tried to read.
You're moving to get under the desk one morning when Alex stops you. Your performance has been slipping again, and unfortunately, you already had your third strike. He has no choice but to fire you. The good news, however, is that he also needs a new housekeeper. He's a very busy, important man, he'd love to have a home cooked meal and clean house.
You take it, you have to. Your agency has never set foot in Alex's complex and it's too good to pass up. Supporting such an important, busy man was the dream of every silly girl!
Being away from Alex feels odd after all this time, but there's so much work to do, time just flies by! He even gave you pre-selected playlists designed to help you focus, since you've been having trouble. You don't think you've ever been so productive.
You both make up for lost time the second Alex comes home. Well, after you serve his dinner. It's usually when you're doing the dishes that he starts groping you from behind, telling you how sexy you look. You always cum harder when he fucks you over the sink.
You're soon waking up every day at Alex's place, in their bed. It's a good place to be, since he so often needs relief in the morning! Honestly, you have a hard time waking up motivated without a fresh load somewhere in your body.
Not that your needs seem to matter much to Alex. Silly girls got what they were given. Which is why you said yes when they proposed, and signed off on all the surgeries they ordered for you. Your new pussy healed so quickly, and the second honeymoon was unforgettable.
Everything feels so blurry now, so silly. You constantly find yourselves giggling as you titter about, seeing to your chores. Cooking and cleaning are all a girl like you needs to worry about~
Alex uses you as they please. Sometimes he comes home early, surprising you as he takes you over the laundry. Leading you forcefully to their room. They often tell you how you're such a stupid, silly woman, thinking you could fool him. You always giggle as you apologize. You don't remember doing that, but if he says so, it must be right.
It's one day months later, not that you've counted outside of a recipe in all that time, that Alex tells you to dress extra sexy. He had something special for you tonight. You're so happy as you squeeze into the most revealing thing you can find. Alex is the only thing in your vapid mind for the several hours it takes to get ready.
Alex takes you over his desk after you meet him in his home office. It's somewhat nostalgic. It's been so long since you've been a secretary, but being their obedient wife was so much better. He laughs when you thank them. That wasn't the surprise, but he could forgive a silly girl for thinking so.
No, the surprise is who walks in after, while you're still fixing your dress. You know this person carried in by two armored men, though you can't quite place them. They keep calling you something that isn't your name, asking you stuff about some agency. You apologize, there must be some mistake. Alex hired you directly, and you don't have any idea what they're talking about. It's okay though, you make silly mistakes all the time.
They start screaming weird stuff, it's hard to pay attention to any of it as Alex keeps groping you. The thought of him taking you in front of this stranger only makes you feel hotter, but the two men carry them away first.
Alex’s hands force you back over the desk, and he tell you all sorts of things about weapons shipments and trafficking. Plans for manipulating power across the globe as he fucks you again and again, filling your pussy with his seed. It hurts. He tells you deserve it.
You can't help but giggle at not understanding any of it, you're just a silly girl after all.
