call me puppi or any other dog variations, mutt is a fave
alter in a DID sys
ALTERS ACTIVE ON THIS ACCOUNT
🐾 puppi he/him subby puppy
🧪 submissive but only if you work for it he/him
🐙 b he/they switchy goes on both accounts we have
since starting T we have been super pent up and ive had one of these accounts in the past but ive never been horny enough to use it this often… now I am 😭
hard no’s - scat, vore, insest, raceplay, anything like that
i dont send pics, i occasionally bless special people with pics but only when i want
overall im pretty much into a lot of things, it jist depends on how its brought up
fan faves - overstim, degradation, dehumanization, medical experiments, puppyplay, cnc (sometimes), painplay, and omo
i dont usually respond to dms, so youll have to use the ask or anon feature to talk to me:3 woof
thinking about tying a pup’s wrists to the headboard, having him sit on my face. sucking his tdick and each hole i can reach; languid and indulgent. eventually he’d reach the point that his arms are tired, whether it be from being aloft for so long or being tugged at. his thighs aching, if he was trying to hold himself up rather than putting his full weight down on me.
aw, you’re sensitive now? that’s too bad. i told you to sit down, didn’t i? not to give yourself work. you’ll have to relax if you don’t want it to hurt, let yourself down and press your tdick all the way into my mouth. no, no. no squirming away now, dear. i’m not done yet.
all overstimulated and shaking, i’d keep going until i was content with him. until his slick had run down my chin into the hollow of my throat, down my chest between my collarbones.
when puppy is finally untied, he has to clean up every drop with his tongue. i made you feel good, didn’t i? don’t leave me a mess.
sucking on someone's fingers and they say fuck you're so good and start pushing deeper into your throat? and gripping your jaw so they can fuck your mouth properly? taking their fingers out and rubbing the tips of them on your lips? smearing your spit and drool everywhere? then pushing down your tongue with their thumb so you open your mouth nice and pretty for them to spit into it and then thrusting two fingers in to fuck it deeper? i certainly think so
hi puppi! I hope your holding ur piss reallyyy tightly hehe :3
ideas!
go into cold water (heheh >:3)
It would not be a turn off if you did a live holding :3
Cockwarm or dildo warm something, not allowed to move or squirm, and when you do, you’re forced to have more drinks of water
anyways
xoxo 🐰🌸!!!
heheh woof!! puppi was bad and already came on his vibrator buuuut i will continue holding!! ill probably play some video games and get a water bottle alllll filled up while i do! :3
edging puppy all week so on the weekend you can have mind blowing sex. tie him up, make him cry, overstimulate him so bad he pisses himself, breed him, make him beg, choke him, spit on him... there's so much a puppy will do for pleasure after a week of denial
His legs are twisting around themselves and his hips are wiggling back and forth in the seat across the table from yours at the cafe you chose for your date. It's noon on a weekday. One barista on staff. The only other customers are outside on the patio enjoying the sunshine while the two of you are inside, tucked into a dark booth at the back of the room, completely concealed from view. He's panting, but he's doing a good job at keeping quiet. Every once in a while his face betrays his agony and he buries it in his hands, muffling the strained moans he can't completely stifle.
He's held out well, you think. Two hours in public with a remote-control vibrator in his ass and he hasn't broken yet.
You drag your thumb smoothly up the face of your smartphone and the waves of vibration get more intense. He lets out a surprised "ngh-!" and claps one hand over his mouth while the other hand flies to his lap.
"Baby, please--"
"Shh."
You tick the vibration up a notch for just a moment before dragging it alllll the way back down to a low, steady thrum. He gasps as the tension melts away and he collapses into the table, exhausted, fucked-out, edged. He closes his eyes, forcing tears to gather on his eyelashes.
Your own dick twitches at the sight.
"I'm seriously gonna have an accident," he warns, voice low and strained. It's practically a groan. "I can't hold it much longer."
You both know what he means by "accident." You reach out to hold his hand, which he takes with gratitude and blows out a long breath, trying desperately to ground himself.
"Hold it. You're doing so well, you only have a little longer to go."
"I'm still so fucking close."
Shit. You try not to squirm in your own seat as you nudge his mostly-full, still-hot latte toward him. He doesn't even look, just shakes his head.
"I can't, I gotta focus--"
He draws in more long, trembling gasps and blows them out slowly. You stroke the back of his hand with your thumb. The two of you sit like that for a minute, alone in your quiet corner of the cafe, until he seems to regain control of his body. He wipes his face with a sweater paw, sits up, and takes a sip of his drink.
"Gooood job."
He gives you a teary, pleading look and speaks with a whine so tiny you can hardly hear what he's saying. "I can't take it anymore."
"You can do it. Just a little longer."
You can tell he disagrees, but what can he do?
The two of you get to talking about your individual and mutual plans for the weekend; the chores that need doing, the books you're planning to read, the meals you want to share. You wait until you're both finished with your coffee and he's distracted talking about a project to open the app again and push the vibrator back to full power. You catch him mid-sentence. It's so cute, the way his breath hitches. He stammers through the rest of his thought as quickly as he can and clamps his mouth shut.
You pulse the vibrator up and down, up and down, and his back arches, pressing his ass down into the vinyl cushion of the booth seat like he's hungry for more. He rides the sensation in silence for a minute before his expression changes. You know the look intimately; he's about to cum. You turn the vibrator off but you know you pushed it too far.
"Baby. Now. Now." He's panicked.
You move to stand, to take him to the bathroom, but it's too late.
"I'm g-- I'm--"
He's a good boy and white-knuckles the edge of the table with both hands as he cums untouched. He trembles, bites his lip, and gasps as he looks down helplessly at his lap, watching his hips grind into the seat and his legs twist harder in attempt to give him the friction he needs as his load releases into his boxer briefs, one agonizing spurt at a time. When it's finished, he stills, gaze fixed on his lap.
Oh, the poor thing. You almost give him your sympathy, almost apologize, but god, it's all too hot. You can't help yourself. You decide to push it just a step further.
"What happened, baby?"
His chest heaves and all at once he folds his arms on the table, lets his head in fall into them, and cries.
You move to his side, both so you can comfort him and so you can hide him from view in case anyone walks by. You check over your shoulder to confirm: the barista is busy washing dishes with her back turned to the whole cafe. There's no one else here. No one could possibly see either of you unless they walked all the way to the back of the room, and behind your frame no one would see him or what the two of you were doing until you moved out of the way. It's completely safe. There's no doubt in your mind.
You stroke your boy's back with your fingernails and assess the damage. The wet spot on his jeans is sizable, visible, undeniable. And his cock is still rock-hard and twitching. The ruin provided no relief.
He's sweating. Heat radiates from him like a furnace.
"What happened, baby?" You whisper.
"I ha-had an accident..."
You coo and pull him to rest his head on your shoulder. "It's okay," you reassure. "You're doing so well. You're so perfect."
"How am I-- how am I-- how are--"
"Shh. Don't worry about that now. Just keep being good for me." It's all you can do to keep yourself from bending him over right here and now, but you manage to contain yourself. Instead, you gently stroke his cock through his pants, and he's immediately moaning a stream of barely-audible begging into your ear.
"I need it. I need it. Baby please, please, please I need to cum, please--"
"Fuck," you groan, and take one of his hands to guide it to your own crotch. He gets the message and paws at it.
"Oh god, baby, ohhh god--"
Fuck, he's so desperate.
Fuck, it's making you desperate.
"Listen." You grit your teeth and speak in a murmur. "I'm gonna take my jacket off and you're-- fuck-- nnh you're gonna put it on, okay? It's long enough to cover your accident. You'll be quiet and wear it just-- hh-- long enough to get back to the car and then you can take it off and be as loud as you fucking want all the way home."
You grab his thigh, hard, and pull away to look into his eyes. "And then I'm gonna pin you down and make you fucking cum, you hear me?"
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh."
"Let's go."
You both straighten yourselves up and in no time you're a perfectly innocent-looking couple with dirty dishes to drop into the bus bin on your way out of the cafe. The door rings as you open it.
"Thanks for coming in!" The barista calls over her shoulder.
"Later!" You hurry your boy out the door.
He looks adorable swimming in your jacket. He walks ahead of you, giving you a moment to pull out your phone and tap around on the screen without him knowing. His knees buckle slightly as the vibrator switches back on and his legs cross as he turns to shoot you a look, but you're right there in an instant, turning his shoulder and marching him urgently forward, then opening the passenger door for him and guiding him to sit. His head is thrown back and his eyes are glazed over by the time you have the car started.
"Drive, fuck, get us home," he pants, broken moans finally loud enough to fill the car.
"I don't care how close you get or how many times you cum, you sit on your hands until we're home. Now."
He obeys. "Drive. Dr-- oh fuck, drive! Aah--!"
And for the whole drive home, you keep one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on the smartphone in your lap, tracing random shapes on the screen and listening to your boy as you wrench beautiful noises from him with every curve.
If you’re a puppy then you need to be potty trained. I know you know Puppy’s go outside so lift your leg up-ugh never mind I know that’s hard for puppy so just squat down and go ! Don’t act embarrassed now, this is what puppy’s do and I’m gonna sit here while I wait for you to go so you don’t make a mess inside later! If you don’t wanna go now, I’m gonna have to invite your friends out here while we wait and I know you don’t want them to see how turned on puppy gets pissing in front of people. Next thing you know puppy will be rubbing itself against my shoe and getting piss everywhere so squat down and open your legs like a good dog! That’s right, I said spread your legs ! it’s okay it’s gonna feel so good once you let go, it’s alright keep going—there it is ! Good job puppy, you really had to go huh…wow look at that stream. So impressive puppy! I think I’ll get some nice thick pads for you so your friends can watch you go next time.
ugh I need to be fucked, especially with a full bladder. I need to be pushed face down onto the mattress and have someone push their strap in and out of me till I cum so hard I wet the bed, get cooed at for being such a good dumb puppy, I need it
