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This is a kink blog! Minors DNI
I post about t4t, pet play, omorashi, bdsm, puppy play, & more!
Original Erotica #prince writes
Pics & vids #prince pics
Musings #prince speaks
Say it. Tell me how pathetic you are. Humping my leg like some kind of animal. God, you’re making a fucking mess. You better clean this up when you’re done. It’s fucking disgusting. You’re lucky I’m even letting you hump my leg like this. I have other shit to be doing, but here I am letting you get off because you’re so greedy that you couldn’t wait any longer for me to be done. Can you get any more pathetic? Oh my god did you just bark? No no no don’t hide your face now! Do it again. I’m serious do it again mutt. God you’re disgusting what a good boy. Aww you started humping faster! Pfft I can’t believe you’re getting off on being called a dog.
cuntboy puppies deserve big cozy crates to sleep in with all their favorite pillows and dog toys while they patiently wait for owner to come back, drag them out by the collar, and pound them into the mattress
cannot stop thinking about how cute he'd sound with a little bell on his collar. so that when im fucking him from behind and his entire body shakes and rocks against my hips, there's a little jingle.
working is so hard when there isn’t there a pretty puppy boy on his knees with his head resting on my thighs and my hand in his hair while he’s pouting and sulking cause my attention isn’t on him and ‘m petting his head softly
shock collars are just so cute to me :) not only do you get to wear a mark of my ownership, but i can punish you with it. how sweet is that? how cute and perfect would that be? every time i tell you to do something you dont want to do, it would be a choice. do it anyway, or get shocked. and if whatever it is scares you more than being shocked, i can just put the power up. im sure i wouldnt have to use it on you much, puppy. after all, you're such a good pet for me, aren't you?
single word commands are soo hot like "sit" "tongue" "spread" "kneel" or like patting your lap or the seat next to you like puppybrained tf outttt woof woof yes sir!!!!!!
when someone’s so subby they default to calling you sir without being told like fuckkk i am going to eat you alive
just talk to me how u talk to a cute little puppy.
“awww you’re so pathetic, look at you! all wet from me rubbing you. bet you want me to spank you too, don’t you. yeah? you do? that’s cute, pup.”
training you until cumming without permission becomes impossible. every time we're together, reinforcing it. "ask me first, baby." making you beg for permission every single time. "please, please can i cum?" sometimes saying yes immediately. sometimes making you wait, making you beg more. sometimes denying you completely. your body learning that orgasms only happen when i allow them. months of this conditioning. until even when you're alone, desperate, touching yourself... you can't finish. getting right to the edge and your body just stops. your body won't let you without me. even hearing my voice isn't enough anymore. you need my touch. because nothing feels as good as when i'm doing it.
i get so soft for subs with heavy praise kinks. the ones whose whole body responds when i tell them they’re being good. who get more turned on every time i say “good girl” or “good boy.” who love asking for permission to cum because hearing “yes you can, baby” is what pushes them over the edge. the ones who love being talked through it gently, who need me to guide them verbally. “keep going, sweetheart. just like that. you’re doing perfect.” who need constant affirmation, who get off on being told how well they’re doing, how good they are, how perfect they feel.
little by little, i’ve conditioned you to become a dumb witted, thoughtless little slut who loves pulling her panties aside for pussy inspections on command. it didn’t start this way. you used to hesitate, used to blush and look away. used to need gentle coaxing. “come here, baby. let me see.” you shy at first, embarrassed. but i was patient. consistent. every single day, asking to see. making it routine. normal. “show me.” until it became automatic. until you stopped thinking about it. now i just have to say the words and you’re already moving. already reaching down. already pulling your panties to the side without question. no hesitation anymore. no embarrassment. just obedience. just that empty-headed compliance i’ve trained into you. watching your brain shut off the moment i give the command. all thoughts disappearing. just spreading your legs and showing me like the good girl you’ve become. and you love it now. love how simple it is. love not having to think. love just obeying. getting wet just from hearing “inspection time, angel.” your body responding before your brain even processes it. conditioned so perfectly. trained so well. i’ll be across the room and just say “come here, sweetheart. show me.” and you’re already walking over. already hiking up your skirt or pulling down your pants. already pulling your panties aside and spreading yourself open for me to inspect. no questions. no thoughts. just automatic obedience. exactly how i trained you. and i love checking my work. love seeing how wet you are just from following commands. love the glazed look in your eyes. love how dumb and pliant you’ve become. my perfect, brainless little slut. inspecting you whenever i want. sometimes multiple times a day. sometimes in public when we’re out, pulling you into a bathroom. “show me.” you obeying instantly. sometimes first thing in the morning. “let me see how wet you got overnight, baby.” you spreading yourself before you’re even fully awake. it’s become such a part of your routine you don’t even remember what it was like before. can’t imagine not showing me whenever i ask. your brain has been rewired. conditioned to obey. to display yourself. to be my mindless little slut who pulls her panties aside on command without a single thought.
softly encouraging you to drink water all day. “here, baby, have some more.” passing you your water bottle throughout the day, being so sweet about it. “you need to stay hydrated, sweetheart.” making sure you’re drinking constantly. bringing you glass after glass. “finish that one for me.” cooing at you gently every time you obey. hours passing. you drinking so much because i keep asking so nicely, keep encouraging so softly. “good girl/boy. one more glass.” you not thinking anything of it at first. just doing what i say because you always do. but then feeling it. your bladder getting full. starting to feel uncomfortable. shifting slightly, squirming just a bit. “what’s wrong, baby?” me asking innocently. “need something?” you nodding, embarrassed. “i need to use the bathroom.” me shaking my head. “not yet, sweetheart. hold it a little longer for me.” you whimpering but obeying. because you always obey. more time passing. me still bringing you water. “drink this for me, baby.” you desperately. “but i really need to go—” “i know, sweetheart. just hold it. you can do it for me.” you squirming more now, genuinely desperate. pressing your thighs together, shifting constantly, unable to stay still. “please, i really need to—” “shh, baby. patience.” watching you get more and more desperate. bouncing slightly, whimpering, begging. “please, i can’t hold it much longer—” finally standing up. “okay, come with me.” you so relieved, thinking you’re finally getting permission. following me quickly to the bathroom. but once we’re inside, me sitting down on the toilet. you standing there confused, desperate. “what are you—” me starting to pee while you watch. your eyes going wide. standing there squirming desperately, listening to the sound, watching, needing it so badly. “please, can i go now?” your voice desperate. me looking up at you while i finish. “aw, did you think i’d let you use it too?” your face falling. realizing i brought you in here just to watch. just to make it worse. “no, baby. you’re going to keep holding it.” standing up, washing my hands while you stand there absolutely desperate. “but i can’t—” “yes you can, sweetheart. for me.” leading you back out of the bathroom. you whimpering, begging, squirming. “please, please let me—” “not yet.” pulling you close finally, my hand sliding between your legs. “let me check how desperate you really are, baby.” pushing my fingers inside you slowly. you immediately whining, the fullness too much combined with your already full bladder. “please, i can’t—” whimpering as my fingers push deeper. the pressure making everything worse, making you need to go even more desperately. “shh, sweetheart. you’re doing so well.” curling my fingers inside you while you squirm and whine. “now you have two options, baby.” stroking your face with my free hand while keeping my fingers buried inside you. “option one: you let me edge you right now. let me work you up until you’re so desperate you leak on my fingers. and you don’t get to cum until you do. until you lose control a little bit and make a mess.” you whimpering at the thought. “option two: you hold it for another full hour. and during that hour, you’re going to drink more water for me. and you’re going to have a vibrator on your clit the entire time. keeping you right on edge but not letting you finish.” watching your face as you process both options. both of them cruel. both of them impossible. “so what’s it going to be, pretty/handsome? leak on my fingers now while i edge you? or hold it another hour with the vibrator?” you whimpering desperately, unable to decide. both options torture. “i need an answer, honey.” moving my fingers slightly inside you, making you gasp. “which one?”
“I masturbated to the thought of you.” Good do it again
collar your top. they need it
if you leash them you can yank them down while they mount you. btw
I am going to clip your collar to my belt after stuffing your throat with my cock so you can’t escape and gag on it forever ❤️
I actually might die if I don't have an obedient little oral fuckhole gag themselves on my cock and enthusiastically worship my balls, blissfully content being my useful little toy, while tug on their hair and hold them in place and push myself deeper into their throat, spitting on them and slapping every time they pull away.