#owned slvt

[brattyatbest]

Pin my arms above my head so I can’t touch myself no matter how desperate I get.

[corruptedbyhim]

The leash goes on and you go away.

Not all of you. Your body stays. Kneeling on the floor, naked except for the collar, looking up at him with those big puppy dog eyes he loves so much. But the part of you that worries, that plans, that carries the weight of being a person with responsibilities and expectations and a never-ending list of things you’re failing at… that part just switches off.

Click goes the leash.

Gone goes the mind.

It took a while to train you. Months of him putting you under, whispering what the leash means, what happens when it attaches, what you become. But now it’s automatic. The second you feel that little tug at your collar, your thoughts start to melt and something simpler takes their place.

You don’t think in words anymore. Not when you’re like this. Words are for people, and we both know you’re not a person right now. You’re a pet. His pet. And pets don’t worry about deadlines or bills or whether they said the wrong thing at work. Pets just exist. Warm and eager and desperate to please their Master.

He runs his hand over your head and you push into it, hungry for touch. He scratches behind your ear and you make a sound that isn’t quite human, something between a whine and a sigh. Good. This is so good. Why would anyone want to be a person when you could be this instead?

"Good pup," he says, and your whole body lights up.

That’s all you need. Those two words. You’d do anything to hear them again. Fetch, roll over, beg, present yourself however he wants. The tasks don’t matter. The praise matters. The feeling of being useful, being owned, being exactly what he needs you to be.

He tugs the leash and you follow on all fours. Walking upright doesn’t suit you when the leash is snug around your neck. You pad along beside him, focused entirely on his hand, his voice, the subtle signals that tell you what he wants.

Later he’ll unclip the leash and count you back up and you’ll blink your way back into being someone with a name and a job and a life that feels heavier every time you return to it.

You’re starting to dread the counting.

You’re even starting to wonder what would happen if you just… didn’t wake back up.

He hasn’t noticed that change in you yet. Or maybe he has and he’s just waiting to see how far you’ll drift before he has to pull you back.

Either way, you hope he doesn’t pull too hard.

You’re so happy down here.

And It’d be nice to stay a little longer.

[mikesafag]

muzzle me when i’m in desperate need of eating you out to punish me

[gothgirllipstick]

Came to the thought of him fucking me and abusing my holes on a livestream until I was a whining, nonverbal mess so he makes everyone know I’m only his

[fag4got]

puppy is a very very good pet for its owner . puppy has all kinds of holes for its owner to cum in over and overrr...!! its still training to be a better dog, tho ^_^;; its not fixed ... so it gets all needy and wet when it wants to be bred, which is ... all the time ^_^;;;;;;.... and good dogs are Patient and dont rub thier dripping cocks against their owner's bulge. they wait! but it doest wannna wait!!!! puppy wants to be stupid, barking and whimpering as it gets fucked into the bedsheets!!! puppy wants to feel good!!!!! puppy wants owner to feel good!!!! puppy wants it now!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...

[corruptedbyhim]

I know you don’t believe me when I tell you I want you. I see it in on your face. You deflect, looking away like I must be talking about someone else.

So I guess I should just show you instead.

Fuck you until every ugly thought you’ve ever had about yourself gets drowned out by the feeling of me inside you. Make you look at me while I use you, so you can see exactly how badly I need this.

Memorize every inch of your body with my hands and my mouth and my teeth. I’ll learn exactly where to bite to make you scream. Exactly how hard to grip your throat to make your pussy clench around me.

You think you’re forgettable. That people look right through you. But all I think about are the faces you’ll make when you cum. Recording and replaying the sounds you make when I push inside. I’ll listen to those desperate little gasps over and over until I’m leaking.

I’ll fill you with my cum and watch it drip out of you, only to push it back inside because I need you full of me. I need you marked and bred.

You’re worth obsessing over. You’re worth every filthy thought I’ve ever had about you.

And one day you’ll believe me.