sweet mutt

19🐾autistic🦴it/he dark/trauma kink blog dms/asks open🤍

[victimposting]

call me any puppy names!!!

name is mutt/angel/toy/pup feel free to be creative with pet names and threats/degrading names ! :3 it’s pronouns are it/he, it is currently 19, it lives somewhere in the pnw area, it is (MOSTLY) t4t, genderfluid, autistic, traumatized n probably stoned ;3 so go on send it an ask!

kinks include but aren’t limited to :

cnc, forced/age regression, fauxest (all), abuser/victim, kidnapping, consensual abuse, stalking, predator/prey, knifeplay, fearplay !!!! punishment, forced intox, dehumanization, somnophilia, beatings, forced/pet play!! <333 mindbreak, manipulation, mental abuse, trauma retellings, purposeful triggering >//< <3

sometimes >//< : snuff, gunplay, anal, pissplay

limits : wouldn’t you like to know? just send me threats already jesus christ !!! (we’ll cross that when we get to it)

crossed boundaries : detrans, misgendering, ignoring me, starvation, purging, self harm, patriarchy <- rare occurrences that you will see these but be mindful of it <3

these are things i wouldn’t like normally but my owner forces me into ,>//<, wuff wuffff no one else do thse/send me asks indulging in these kinks pls,,

dms and asks are open, my dms are monitored by my owner so tread carefully <33 if ur curious what i look like DM ^7^ !!

🏷️ tags index !!

#📸⛓️‍💥🧸 my owner tag - tag for @whereistheguilt my owner and torturer, they monitor my dms <3

#🐺momdad tag - tag for @unproblematicmom my mom <33 !! from my old accounts past and gone </3

#🦊🔥🍂 irl tag - my irl who fucks me nasty style until i’m barking and yipping and trying to get away <3333

#🕷️🕸️🐺 girlfriend tag !! - tag for my irl girlfriend who isn’t into hard kinks so she won’t be talked about much here ^_^

#🐾puppy barks! tag - my original posts or additions :3

#🦴my asks - self explanatory :3 SEND ME ASKS! ^7^

#🪽angel posting - posts that fuel my angel kink :3 fluff my wings pretty please? <33

#🐇baby bunny tag - agere 3 year old posting :3 <3

“u should write down that u are just a needy little desperate slutty pervy baby pup that was being taken advantage of before making that blog, cause ur just a silly and horny fucking mess <3” -mom

i’m just a needy little desperate slutty pervy pup that was getting taken advantage of before making this blog, m just a silly n horny mess for my mom!! <333

[battycunt]

Im a little delicate animal im sitting in your hands and youre HURTING ME every time you don’t get hard to the thought of my suffering you’re HURTIBG ME by not thinking about raping and abusing me in new and creative ways

[tgirl2000]

[rapebaitgf]

genuinely i do need to be raped in a seedy motel where the neighbors and the staff just look the other way when they hear me crying through the walls

[rapebaitgf]

ur so smart

[whereistheguilt-deactivated2025]

What’s that? You’re begging me to take away your safeword? You’re that wound up and desperate and damaged? How awful. That’s not safe, sane, or consensual.

You do understand that the one thing that separates “play” from reality is your capacity to have me stop beating and fucking and wounding you the moment you say your little word? That’s the only defense you have left. And you want to discard it.

Of course you tell me you know what you’re getting into. But every sadist dreams of the moment their prey tells them they really can do whatever they want. The moment that they can ignore you whining your stupid little magic phrase while you cry and struggle.

The moment I can cut you with abandon, have you rub yourself raw on the leather of my boots, choke you until your eyes are bloodshot, slap you until your ears are ringing; I’ve always had to pull my punches, but I can beat the bile out of your stomach and stomp with abandon once you’ve collapsed. There’s so much restraint in waiting for a safeword.

Through all the pain and fear that I might really kill you this time, I’m sure there’s a relief in knowing that, “just this once”, you really are out of control. There’s nothing to decide, no need to wonder if you’re pushing yourself too far, and no ambiguity around whether any of this will traumatise you.

It will. I’ll make sure of it.

But you wouldn’t have begged for this if you didn’t want to get worse. I know, I know. You can stop saying that phrase, though — you really are wasting your breath. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?

[whereistheguilt-deactivated2025]

Telling puppy that it is not allowed to touch itself or pleasure me directly this evening, no matter what.

It gives a confused little head tilt, but complies as per usual when instructed to kneel. The usual routine: I ruffle its hair and tell it how pretty it is. Then I collar it, taking my time, instructing it to listen quietly as the buckle clicks into place, resisting an immediate urge to start beating them. It’s funny — that sound always makes me realise conditioning another means conditioning yourself in less predictable ways. The Cunning of Reason indeed.

I tell it that it has to stay on its knees right where it is. I place my thumb on its lower lip and give a simple order (“Open.”) with which it immediately complies. It begins sucking automatically, an indulgence I allow despite having not given permission. There will be plenty of time for constraints.

“This is all you’re getting this evening. Just my thumb. Make the most of it.”

For a puppy trained to please, and trained to find pleasure in gagging, this is a confusing — even a distressing — change in routine. It immediately gets desperate, trying to go as deep as possible. My thumb touches the back of its tongue, which is enough to cause some light gagging, but it’s far from the back of the throat — a discomfort puppy has been taught to need.

Puppy grabs my wrist unthinkingly, hoping to pull my hand in further to get more depth. I slap its hand down and remind it of an old rule: “Good puppies keep their hands by their sides.” I note the dejected way it goes a little limper in its posture with amusement, but I’m kind enough to place a firm hand at the back of its head and give it the additional depth it was craving.

My thumb, angled just so, is tantalisingly close from the back of its throat. It whines and whines and whines.

This exercise is entertaining for several reasons but you can actually watch the moment your dumb, needy puppy finishes going through the stages of grief and see its brain switch off entirely as the contradiction between wants and needs, expectations and instructions, becomes too much to bear.

Blank little puppy eyes; silent moons.

[discountedbigbro-deactivated202]

I need a stupid boy pinned under me whining “bad doggy!!” And trying to shove me off while I mount him and force my big stupid knot inside.

[sisterlybloodoath-deactivated20]

Id make sure you’re comfortable in bed. Pillows under your head, a fresh bedsheet. The chains around your ancles and wrists connecting to the bedframes not to tight, but without any wriggle room.

Id cover your face in loving pecks. Wait for you to become soothed.

„You’re so kind to let me do this to you. You must really love me a lot..”

I’d gentle massage your temples.

“This is going to really hurt and I’m not gonna stop at any point once ive started no matter what, you know this. And yet you agreed to let me do this to you..”

I’d look at you with an expression of lust and pride.

“You’re such a good pet. You really do want to make me happy, don’t you?”

Then I’d pull my hands away from your body.

“Open your mouth as wide as you can, please.”

Two fingers of mine would slide into your mouth, pushing on different teeth. Testing how tightly anchored each teeth is in your jawbone.

Finally I’d pause, retracting my fingers from your mouth. Wiping the spit on ur cheek.

“Take a deep breath before I start. This is really going to hurt.”

Slowly pushing the small pliers into your mouth, grabbing one of your canines with it. The pliers sinking down, holding your tooth in its grasp.

“It’s important you hold still. Or the tooth will splinter, and then… it’s going to be way more painful for you.”

I move the pliers in a rocking motion on your tooth, the sound of enamel cracking.

I tighten my grip on the pliers and start to rock harder.

“You’re looking really pale right now. It’s so cute. Don’t stop looking like that.”

Then I’d start firmly gripping and pulling on the tooth -

“That’s starting to hurt really bad isn’t it? Don’t start flinching.”

I pull harder and finally with a lot of blood flooding the inside of your mouth

The tooth comes lose, a loud cracking sound and then I hold it between my pliers.

I pull out pliers and watch your mouth filling with blood, watch your bloodshot eyes, your face like you’re about to pass out-

My eyes wander to your cramped up hands digging into the bedsheet beneath you, eyes filled with tears -

A deep grunt from your throat slowly turning into cries and sobs.

“Oh no, that really hurts doesn’t it? Poor, poor you.”

I put the tooth into a small plastic bag I grab from the bedside table and set it down again.

My hand now caressing your cheek with tender care, looking at you with deep affection.

A satisfied smile on my lips, gently looking down on you as you tremble in shock.

Blood and spit covering your chin and lips.

I cover your face in sweet kisses as I’ve done at the start of this, looking at you with nothing but sweetness.

“That expression looks wonderful on you. You’re so, so special to me.”

I watch you cry for as long as you do, never stopping to comfort you.

“You’re safe with me. I’ll always protect you. I’m here for you. Let it all out.”

[drkthoughts-k]

Need myself a cute and vulnerable boy that I can manipulate and hurt until they're broken, just to love bomb them and take care of them until they're in love with me.

[k9bitez]

bf who whimpers and whines like a dog when he goes non-verbal × partner who "yeah puppy?" "That's nice, my love."

[bloodied-florals]

You're lucky I'm so kind, darling. So patient. If I wasn't, you'd have no social privileges at all.ᐟ

But I love you so very much... and I know that you need proper enrichment.

But remember... It's not that you're “free of me”. I own you. I allow you to live how you do. It's that I love you so much, and I want to see you happy.ᐟ

Even if I have to put up with sharing you.

[sockwolf]

"just let it happen" is one of the hottest things you can say during sex

[haunted-mutt]

Having an angel that’s learned to be so afraid of you that if you come home with even the slightest hint of annoyance in your body language, they’re already on their knees sobbing and pleading for you to be gentle with them tonight. It never works, but it’s still cute

[haunted-mutt]

Having an angel that’s learned to be so afraid of you that if you come home with even the slightest hint of annoyance in your body language, they’re already on their knees sobbing and pleading for you to be gentle with them tonight. It never works, but it’s still cute

[whereistheguilt-deactivated2025]

I will occasionally get long, angry additions or replies to my posts denouncing the evil I put into the world. A recent lament contains the line: “no matter how much the (in the words of OP himself) victim "consents". there is no ethical way to abuse someone. there is no consensual way to abuse someone.”

I believe my critic misunderstands me. We likely agree on the following: “Consent” is an empty private action, a prayer that harm done should not cause damage beyond its local scope. But harm is insidious — it repeats internally long after the initial event, and as it reverberates, it differs. Enthusiasm for control wanes into concern; desire for harm decays into regret. Nobody can truly commit themselves to want the same thing to return forever.

However, I don't believe in ethical consensual abuse. In so far as "ethical" action seeks to promote the good life, there is of course no "ethical" way to abuse someone. But since "consent" refers only towards an interior attitude towards exterior action, it can be manufactured under the correct conditions. Conditions I produce as a matter of procedure.

Control needs to be established quickly and early. It can begin through small and simple tests for compliance. Have a pet say that they are property, and specifically your property. Have them agree with opinions that you know they don't truly share. Have them agree with you that they're lying about something that happened to them. You are teaching their brain that agreement with you is more important than agreement with themselves. Agreement with self is an important part of identity. But abused little things don't need identities, only automatic reactions of obedience and deference. So ensure you get them to at least start questioning the trustworthiness of their identity relative to yours early before they start asking annoying questions like "Do I really want this?"

Once they start to get cold feet — because you demanded information they don't want to share, or because you started insulting them or treating them too harshly — demonstrate your total lack of dependence on them. Threaten to stop talking to them. Better yet, block them on your primary platform. This quick clean break produces two outcomes. Either you do not hear from them again, in which case you have saved yourself precious time on a worthless prospect, or you will receive begging and pleading messages and calls until you agree to take them back into your life at great expense from them. Demand photos, videos, humiliating acts of repentance. Hurt them. You have to teach them to associate forgiveness with hurt — comfort with hurt. Because you're going to be hurting them a lot, and comforting prey is boring.

Is any of the above ethical? Of course not. You're attempting to make someone much worse entirely for your gratification. No moral code, except perhaps that of the Marquis de Sade, would condone that as good.

But what will they do about it? Nothing, once you own them. Once they're your property you can do anything you like.

[oh-eilrahc]

I've been padded for hours with your friends. You know when you put me in that fresh diaper I didn't need to go. It's very obvious when I do.

So when only a few hours later you can see how heavy it looks. You can guess I'm not the only one responsibly for how it's nearly bursting at the seems.

So you take pity and take me and take me to change. I thank you cos it was getting hard to walk and super embarrassing.

You shush me, pull me close, only to sneakily pull my padding out and relive yourself I to my fresh diaper.

I whimper and shake feeling your warmth spread and you simply look up once you're done at my red face and tell me

"I didn't change you for your benefit"

[oh-eilrahc]

Okay, I clearly need to write this little story out. Because my brain hasn't stopped thinking about it >.<

SO,

As I may have mentioned, I got padded by someone recently. It was so so fun. I was giddy thinking about it for a while and realised I had the chance so why not.

With some help getting through my um...very embarrassed brain...I got padded up with no drama and a whole lot of blushing

Got my brain to think long enough to sit up, and heard them say something to the affect of "oh I need to go myself actually. Could anyone volunteer somewhere to go?" (I wasn't the only padded one in the room >.<)

And when I tell you my brain stopped all thoughts and did nothing but scream YES, I just, can't do it justice. My head has never wanted anything more and I hadn't even suggested it they just said it and my head just got stuck

At some point, I managed to stumble out some kind of yes, and remember being told to stand up (which again, I have no idea how I managed without my knees buckling) and they came close and I was trying not to think about how hot they were AND how close they were

I don't even remember who pulled my diaper out for them to go, I just remember being frozen still as I felt it all go warm and I may have had to grab hold of them just to stop myself losing balance

I probably made some kind of noise. I really don't remember. Even thinking about it has me fuzzy and I just AAAAAAAAAAAAEJIFOGNWKCOEJGOWLF

so, um, yeah...th-that was fun 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

And a few moments later all it took was then squishing my padding and I Def couldnt stand up anymore.

At some point I was handed over to my partners, and was very hard to hide an already squishy diaper. AND the fact I still needed to go >\\\\\\\\\<

So, um, yeah. If you want my brain to stop, I guess just...pee in my diaper for me 🥺

(a few tags under cut)

@violence-pup @queerion-ranger @slag-of-all-trades @lewd-trans-princess