#obedience training

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[blushingonmyknees]

Constantly remembering my Domme's words from 2019: “I am training you to beg because I want it. It gives me pleasure. I wanted a sub that could beg to my satisfaction so I’m training one. Who better than my bitch to meet my every specification?”

Grateful for her training and that I have spent several nights recently begging and being utterly grateful for her.

[hypnopaulwinchellfan]

( fanfic) Bruce stone( balan wonderworld) and his Frist obietnice training,ft. Naga gargamel, my my own Paul winchell OC,

( at tree in the forest, Bruce stone,was completely hypnotized by naga gargamel, my own Paul winchell OC, with wearing a collar on his neck)

Naga gargamel: my pet,you know what time it is? It’s time for your obedience training,

Bruce stone: yes master, I am ready for my obedience training,

Naga gargamel: good, frist, you must look perfect as my pet, I will begin to brush your hair, and then you will doing a zombie walk in my coils,

Bruce stone: yes master,

( naga gargamel begins to Bruce’s hair)

Naga gargamel: well, your hair is now brushed,

Bruce stone: thank you, master,

Naga gargamel: now you will walk in my coils and doing a zombie as part of your obedience training,

Bruce stone: yes master ( walks in his master’s coils with his arms outstretched and begins to zombie walk)

Naga gargamel: wow, you learned well in your obedience training, and the final part of your obedience training is hypnotizing you to sleep with wrapping my coils around you,

Bruce stone: yes master,

Naga gargamel: good, now look into my eyes* he uses his hypnotic eyes and hypnotizes Bruce to sleep* go to sleep, my pet, and you will never leave this forest, and you will become my pet forever, * wraps his coils around Bruce and squeezes Bruce’s neck*

Bruce stone: * glups and ping* yes master, I will never leave this forest and I will become your pet forever* falls asleep*

Naga gargamel: good night, you have been a good boy for your obedience training today. * evil laughter* and sweet dreams, my pet, tomorrow we will have fun together,* evil laughter*

( the end)

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[porchdoggy]

went 2 local park to train my dog, Doobie (his new harness/backpack combo came in da mail !!)

15 minutes in someone lets their dog off leash and throws a ball IN OUR DIRECTION

we managed to keep our cool and Doobie had an amazing recovery and only barked and whined a few times.

i am so proud of my boy and of myself for also staying focused in the situation :)

[lumiolivier]

The Gilded Cage

Day 2 of 31 of Kinktober

Prompt: Obedience training

Word Count: 1192

L never wanted to be in the cage. Or in this case, a trophy case.

It had been two weeks since L had gone missing.  Everyone had just assumed it was Kira.  Kira got to the great detective.  If only it were that simple.  Compared to what he was dealing with, Kira would’ve been seen as a blessing.  Little did anyone know, L was alive.  Alive and well was a stretch, but he was certainly alive.  However, that didn’t mean he wanted to be.  He tried everything.  He tried methods of suicide that weren’t even invented until his attempts.  For two weeks, every single day, he plotted escape from wherever it was he was being held.  He didn’t even know what country he was in anymore.  But he heard the ocean out the postage stamp of a window that may have gotten sunlight every once in a while.  And in those two weeks, L fought Stockholm Syndrome tooth and nail.  He couldn’t have that setting in.  Not for him.

“Wakey, wakey, sweetheart…” That voice…That voice sent chills through L’s body every single morning…afternoon?  He didn’t even know anymore.  It’s not like he had a clock where he was being held.  But he knew one thing for sure.  He needed to run.  And he needed to run soon or he would die down in that basement cell.  But L laid on the floor.  Afraid, but quiet.  Just as he did every other time that door opened, the light burning his eyes.  And yet, his captor wasn’t having it.  His bouncy, joyous tone shifted into something much darker, “I said, wake up, Lawliet.”

L laid perfectly still.  His own act of defiance.  However, defiance wasn’t the name of the game here.  At least not for one of them.  A cattle prod came off the wall and zapped L in his lower back.  Right in the mark he gave him.  Was it from the cattle prod?  Was it from a branding iron?  L didn’t even remember anymore.  All he knew was in his lower back, the letter B was permanently burned into his skin.  The cattle prod was enough to get L to jump out of his skin and let out a strained, tortured scream.

“There you are…”

“Let me out, Beyond,” L growled, his voice hoarse and his body still twitching from the zap he just got.

“Now, I can’t do that,” Beyond Birthday wasn’t what one would call ‘normal’.  He was deeply disturbed.  As far as his psychiatric records were concerned.  After faking good behavior for months, he finally made his way out of being institutionalized.  And what was the first thing he did?  He needed his trophy.  He needed his idol.  He needed L.  And God forbid if Beyond Birthday didn’t get what he wanted, “Do you know what today is?”

“Do I ever know what today is?” L growled.  Had he been stronger, L would’ve beaten Beyond into his own grave.  Unfortunately, in those two weeks he had been locked in Beyond’s basement, he made sure L couldn’t retain his strength.  He wanted him weak.  He wanted him complacent.  And today would be nothing more than a testament to that.

Beyond hit him again with the cattle prod, making sure to stay a healthy distance away from L, “Are we going to keep mouthing off or are we going to play nice now?  You seem to be under the impression you have the upper hand.”

“You realize I have people looking for me, right?” L glared up at Beyond from the floor, wanting nothing more than to have his hands wrapped around Beyond’s throat.  But knowing Beyond, it would only make the smile on his face grow and he’d beg for him to squeeze harder.  He hated looking at Beyond.  It was like looking into a distorted funhouse mirror, but no one was having fun.

“What?” Beyond scoffed, “Like Mr. Wammy?  He’s not coming to look for you.”

“Of course, he is,” L knew better.  He knew that no matter what, Mr. Wammy would tear apart heaven and earth for L to come home safely.  Even if it was from the hands of someone as twisted and demented as Beyond.

“Oh, pookie…” Beyond picked L’s chin up with the end of the cattle prod, ready to pull the trigger at any moment, “Mr. Wammy’s dead.”

“What?” L’s heart sunk into his stomach.  And his stomach into his feet, “No.  He’s not dead.  You’re lying.”

“Come on,” Beyond got down into L’s face, “Look into my eyes and say that again.  For being the world’s greatest detective, even you should be able to tell when someone’s lying.  Mr. Wammy.  Is.  Dead.  He’s not coming to look for you.  And the little twink you’ve been hanging around with since that whole Kira thing started?  Yeah, he’s not coming to look for you either.  I’m having him taken care of as we speak.  Now, you…You are special.”

“And you are well beyond help…” L glared him down, “Someone needs to put you down like a rabid dog.”

“It’s funny you mention that,” Beyond pulled a black collar out of his back pocket and reached between the bars of L’s cell.  With the utmost gentle touch, he wrapped that collar around L’s neck, “Because I’ve been meaning to do this since I got you.”

“I’m not a fucking dog,” L growled at him.

“Then, why are you acting like one?” Beyond put a hand to L’s cheek.  It was sticky.  And the mere feeling of it was enough to send L into full body chills.  Never would the smell of strawberries ever bring him any joy or comfort ever again, “Now, you still haven’t guessed what we’re doing today.”

“I doubt that you’re letting me go…”

“Of course, I’m not letting you go,” Beyond awed, “Why would I do that?  After all the work I did to get you here?  Do you know how hard it is to board an international flight with a hostage?  If you thought TSA was up your ass already…I had to explain to them you were my brother who didn’t travel well, so I had to give you a plane Xanax.”

“You didn’t give me Xanax,” L knew what a Xanax buzz felt like.  That wasn’t Xanax.

“Yeah, no shit,” Beyond rolled his eyes, clamping on a leash, “No.  Today, you’re going to be a good boy for me.  Because today’s going to be bath day.  You’re going to behave yourself for me, aren’t you?”

“Why should I?”

“Because,” Beyond smirked, “There will be consequences if you’re not a good boy for me.  Now, I’m going to open your cell.  We’re going to start there.  Alright?”

“Fine,” L saw this as an opportunity.  The moment that cell door was opened, he did what any other caged animal would’ve done.  He ran for the door.   But unfortunately, Beyond yanked back on the leash and drove a strong right hook into L’s jaw.

“See,” he kept that same, dark, scary tone, “This is what I meant by you behaving yourself, Lawliet.  What a glowing example of what you’re not supposed to do.  Well, we have all day.  I’m sure we can beat some obedience into you somehow…”