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YOU ARE THE REASON
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i forgot the original caption. uhh
i feelferal and insane and unstable and i miss you and i want you dead. you need to kill yourself for me as one last favor or you hate me
I miss you, too. why am I supposed to be dead? If you want that to happen put your teeth around my throat, we don’t have all day.
parking lots should only have disability spaces im sick of the rest of you
this is me (hound) if you even care 🐶
Finally made a design that feels right for my plushie fursona fuck oh my god hes perfect look at him
Kaneoya Sachiko
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i like little boys
"Bark for me." "Crawl for me." "Play dead." These are all good, don't get me wrong. The specific, discrete act that you must choose to commit, the humiliation and acute self-awareness, the flush of embarrassment once you've done it and you realize it felt so good. I'll eat it up, of course.
"Very good, that's a good dog. Now pant for me." Breathing itself is the bridge between volitional and autonomic. You must always breathe, but if you tune into your own breathing, it can be willful. Tongue hanging out, mouth open, eyes glazing. You're driving your blood oxygenation down, you're making yourself dizzy with need.
But most of all, you're turning your brain off. Some background processing becomes dedicated to harnessing this automatic process, and you could go on panting like a dog for me for a long time, couldn't you? It's so easy to start, isn't it? Just for a moment at first. But then longer, more frequently. In private, sometimes even in public, if no one can see. Before long, it's a habit. It's so easy to breathe like a dog for me. It's so basal, so pervasive, you might as well just be one at this point. Isn't that right? Good dog.
Reblog to tell everyone that this made you pant like a dog and to encourage everyone to do the same!
Didn't you retweet incest porn on 9/11?
we all mourn in different ways
whats a man gotta do to get terminated around here, huh? its taking too long this time. want me to yell I LIKE RAPING AND MURDERING ANIMALS ?
Okay, now swallow. There you go, very good. You'll start feeling it a bit right away, but it'll peak in a few hours. Of course we'll do something about it later, but first I want you to try and go about your day! I want to watch you stumble around, lightheaded and confused as the need in your core grows and grows. I want to see your eyes glaze over, your hands tremble, your breath turn ragged, as the heat builds between your thighs. Won't that be so fun? No, absolutely no touching until I say so. Now go on, try and do some of your little chores or something. I'm going to enjoy watching you fall apart. Wow, dizzy already? Cute.