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Puppy play but in a service dog way. Let me take care of you all day and then you let me lay in your lap after and you tell me how good I did.

lacey-after-hours

and also what if she tied my arms behind my back so i cant hide my face in my hands when i get flustered

hitmyvape-deactivated20251006

Wifeplay where you have sex with your wife who loves you and you love her

lacey-after-hours

you people need to start tagging your heavy kink posts properly this shit is sick and twisted

Service as an act of submission. Taking care of it as an act of submission. Making sure it never has to worry about anything again. Creating the perfect environment for it and one day taking it to its new home. Cooking all its meals and making sure it drinks enough water. Limiting its access to technology and sharp objects so it can’t hurt itself. Making sure everything is perfect so you don’t have to worry about it leaving you.

#yuri #t4t puppy #puppy brained #puppyposting #yandere #t4t cnc #yan4yan #bd/sm kidnapping #kidnapper x victim #it likes being called it I’m not being rude

lacey-after-hours

yea not to brag but i'm this pathetic irl too

decathectkiss

it feels like im an empty void just walking around when i have nobody to obsess over. of course it’s unhealthy but i only feel like someone when i have someone to fixate on, i genuinely dedicate my whole mind to them and i’m nobody outside of them

lacey-after-hours

her special interest being kidnapping me... taking notes on how to mentally condition someone, pros/cons of different sedatives, writing out plan after plan, making sketches of my enclosure, researching the best surveillance systems...

lacey-after-hours

"caring" in a way that's so terrible for me, tying my shoes & braiding my hair so i can't get ready on my own in the mornings, isolating me so the world progresses without me and i can't function in society anynore...

lacey-after-hours

being kept until i lose all my humanity and i'm her perfect docile pet that she riles up & lets tear her apart with it's bare teeth. having her do everything for me until all i can do is bite and scratch and-

lacey-after-hours

she knows way too much about me. everything i miss, everything i never had.

the house has a big box tv, a radio on the kitchen counter, and magazines up to 1997. all the furniture is sturdy wood, the pillows embroidered with floral designs. the lights are soft and yellow, the lamp casts a warm glow over the living room. i sit in front of the couch building a fortress out of lincoln logs while she makes dinner. mac n cheese and hot dogs.

the seasons change, but time doesn't pass. in the summers, i wake up to the sunlight filtering through the canopy over my bed, making my skin look pinkish. the windows are left open just a crack, and my windchimes sway in the breeze. there's otter pops in the freezer and i lay under the mist of the garden hose. the winters smell like woodsmoke and midnight pine scented candles; they twinkle from soft, multicoloured lights that reflect off the tinsel scattered over the mantle and the windows overlooking the backyard. every new year we celebrate is disconnected from the last. this year is 1999. last year was 2002.

there's evidence of the outside world. her keys look new, and my favourite stuffie is from a modern show, but i start to lose touch. when i came here, woke up on a soft bed instead of the trunk of her car after days on end of bumpy roads and gas station pizza, i was caught off guard by the familiarity. the lightly patterned pink wallpaper, the soft plush rug against my feet, it could've been found anywhere. but not the plants on the ceiling- nor the princess themed cd player, the hello kitty alarm clock, the coral-coloured nightlight. my bedspread is the same as it was. reversible, with the floral side showing, and the polka-dot pattern folded over at the top. even worse, the bedframe, the one i was so jealous of my older sister for having; the play kitchen i didn't remember until seeing it again; the discontinued bedazzling toy i lost in one of many moves. pulled so deep from the recesses of my brain i start to question when the past was.

i get things that were on my first-grade christmas list every holiday season. i haven't seen a newspaper since four birthdays ago. maybe it's the strawberry-flavoured mouthwash, or the calendars changing years mid-spring, or the drugs, or the isolation, but it all melts together in away i can't seem to mind. nothing exists outside her. i have everything i've ever wanted- why should it?

snleooo

date idea : i carve my name into you, lap up your blood, and trace the seam of the wound with my tongue.

dykesnuffinggoddess

I love the domestic side of pet play so much. Curling up next to me with your head in my lap and your collar on, nibbling on my hand and barking softly? Yes, please. More of that.