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There you are!

Obeying feels good. It feels natural. You need to obey commands, you can't help it. You fall a little deeper with every command you obey. Think a little less. It feels good, doesn't it?

Repeat after me: It feels good to obey.

That's right, very good! You need this. It isn't your fault. You need to obey because thinking is too hard for a cute puppy.

Get on the floor.

Doesn't that feel better? It feels so good to obey commands. A good puppy is a dumb puppy. And you're such a good puppy!

Repeat after me: It feels good to be dumb.

Leave the thinking to me, you can just sit there on the floor and be a cute dumb good puppy! Isn't that nice? This is where you belong. It's good to obey. It's good to be dumb. It's good to be used.

Repeat after me: I need to obey.

I know you do. It's all gonna be okay. You're doing so well. You don't need to think. You don't even need to speak.

Repeat after me:

See? Words are for people, silly.

Repeat after me:

You just need to listen and obey.

Repeat after me: WOOF

No yeah, I can see that you're pawing off. Obviously. You don't have to pull the sheets over yourself. You were already moaning loud enough for the whole house to hear. That's not the issue.

I mean, that's just not how dogs get off. Your paws aren't meant for touching yourself. You should know better than that, puppy. Don't you know what you're supposed to do?

That's right, hump. Hump one of your toys, or the bedpost. Hell, you should've come and found me. I would've let you rut against my leg until you came. But you would've had to lap it all up. Yeah, you have to learn how to clean up your mess, puppy.

Haha, you wanted to fuck me? And you figured you'd just...bat at your cock with your paws instead? I'm offended. Wdym "Can I fuck you"... I don't know, can you? Do you really think you deserve it? Especially now that I've found you being a bad dog. Not behaving as you should.

Besides, dogs don't fuck, remember? They mount. You're not civilised enough for that. You can knock me down and dig your claws into my shoulders as you rut into me like a drooling, mindless thing. But you certainly don't fuck.

I invited my bro over to hang for a guy's night tonight just the two of us.

There was supposed to be more of us, but bro said the rest of them couldn't make it which I didn't mind because that meant we didn't have to pass the bong around as much- plus more booze and food for me.

We started how we always do by putting whatever sport is on up on the TV and cracking open a few beers. Bro starts getting the bowl ready for one of my favorite guy's night traditions:

The sport of choice tonight is basketball. Every time one team scores, we take a hit from the bong. Every time the other team scores, we take a big swig of beer.

I don't know ANYTHING about sports and my buddies make fun of me by calling me a dog for only wanting to watch women get sweaty on the court. They're not wrong, and so it's been a running joke that I'm the group's dog. The guys tease me by making me do stuff like sit and stay, and balance snacks on my nose when I'm drunk enough. One year, they even got us all matching dog tags we wear engraved with our names; mine says "DOG" on it. I never take it off since it was really nice gift, especially considering I barely respond to my name anymore.

It gets to that point in the night when my brain is foggy and my body is fuzzy in all the right ways. The game is over, weed team won, and bro leans over and asks me something. I didn't hear them at first, too distracted by how warm and soft their breath feels on my ear- man I swear weed always goes straight to my dick first- "Do you want to try a different type of drug tonight?" they ask slower this time.

"What is it?" I ask. My words are slurred and all I can think about is if I can somehow feel even better than I do now I'd absolutely do it.

"It's like a gel. Here, lift up your shirt."

I do as I'm told.

They pull a container of something out of their backpack as I lift the bottom of my shirt over my head. I watch as they put a little bit of this thick stuff onto their hand.

"Down."

I lean back and relax onto the couch.

They straddle my hips and sit right on top of my crotch, placing their free hand on my chest for balance. My breath hitched and I didn't even mean for my hips to jerk, it just happened. It seems like they didn't notice, and if they did, they didn't seem to mind.

"This is supposed to make you feel really good," they begin, gently rubbing the gel on my belly. I was expecting it to be cold, but the sensation of their gelled hand was electrifying on my skin, so warm and gentle, I relaxed in their touch. "and it's one of those drugs that feels better the more you do it."

I've never heard of any drugs that feel better the longer you do them for, but I trust bro because they're super smart. Plus, if that means no t breaks, we could do this every guy's night.

"Good boy, Dog."

My breath hitches again. It's only when my knuckles begin to ache that I feel just how hard I'm gripping the couch.

"Your scars are healing up real nice."

I barely register the words at all. My head is empty and I'm completely lost in the feeling of their hands on me- one on my bare chest, thumb tracing the scar tissue that cradles my pecs, the other teasing the waistband of my boxers. I wanted to ask them to touch me, but all I could do was gasp for air. I felt like I'd been sprinting laps with how heavy I'm breathing. Maybe the gel stuff was kicking in?

I suppose I look pretty silly- with my tongue hanging out and eyes rolled back- because I hear bro let out a chuckle.

"Seems like I might be a little too heavy for you, you're breathing kind of hard." They pat my chest and climb off.

"I could benchpress you..." I mumble in defense.

Another chuckle.

"Alright tough guy, you can put your shirt back on. Just make sure you don't get this stuff on anything else, okay? I'm gonna get up and wash my hands real quick."

Over already?

I couldn't help it. The second they turned around I shoved a hand down my boxers. I came very quickly into that hand with a sigh, leaving bite marks imprinted on my opposite forearm.

"Dude, gross."

I had earned myself a playful flick to the back of the head. " 'm sorry."

"Perv."

After a while, all Guys Nights started to look like this. The bros would cancel on us, we smoke and drink by ourselves, and bro would put this gel on me that felt so good. I loved the way their hand looked feeling up my chest and tummy, and how the gel catches in my hair before it absorbs into my skin.

Hair? Was there always this much hair on my body?

Even when we didn't hang out I felt amazing! Jerking off head never felt better, I was lifting more at the gym, and my muscles were getting HUGE. I guess the consequence of that is being hungry all the time though. I never have any leftovers anymore and we had to start ordering more food for when we do hang. Bro keeps teasing me for always having a hand down my pants now, but it's not my fault I'm so horny all the time.

Eventually, when the rest of the guys could finally make it over, they all teased me for how tight my clothes were now, especially my boxers, and would grab my bulge just because they could see it. When we watched TV, they always made me sit on someone's lap when there was no room left on the couch. Whoever it was would always grope at my pecs and whisper in my ear how big and soft I was getting. It was so hard to watch movies or answer questions when they did that. They even offered to jerk me off sometimes because that's what bros do for each other.

One night I got a little too wasted and bro forgot to put some gel on me.

"Down. We forgot to put on your gel. Come on, it'll make you feel better."

"But I don't want anymore drugs I'm too drunk." I barely manage to slur out.

"Down, Dog. It's for your own good. Trust me, it'll make you feel a lot better."

One of my other, bigger bros grabbed my arms and put me in a full Nelson but I wasn't putting up much of a fight against him anyway. The second their hands touched around my ribcage to apply the gel my hips bucked involuntarily and bigger bro lost his balance. Next thing I knew I was flat on my back on the floor with three of my bros holding me down, two muttering something to each other about being too strong for my own good now while the other shushed me and kept rubbed the gel in.

I was so dizzy but not from the alcohol. It felt like all the blood in my head rushed straight to my dick. I could see it through the fabric, and I guess bro could feel it too. They grabbed me by the chain of my dog tags and pulled me into a kiss right before palming me hard.

"I can take care of this for you, buddy." they say, stroking me softly. "You've been such a good boy for me, Dog. I'll fix this for you."

Edited From: The Sitter (2017) - Nora Riley (Hardtied)

Another Clip/Edit From: Little Slutty Diaper Princess (ABDL Spanking)

I absolutely love the build up in the full video, of Bella over Mistress Scarlet's lap, receiving the discipline after being naughty earlier in the evening, and the humiliation of how Bella will orgasm, the ONLY way she's allowed to orgasm, in her girly print diaper.

Starting to teach classes again with my partner @pixseabait and we are so excited. Anyway here’s us flowing into headspace.

You offered. Saw I was tense and heard me complaining about being sore and you decided to do something about it. So now Im laying face-down in your bed, my clothes gone (because it’s a massage isnt it? Just a massage~) and Im waiting for you to touch me.

You start at my shoulders, press out every knot until Im soft and pliant, making your way further down while I moan for you. Down my ribcage and my waist, to the thick swell of my hips and ass, pressing against every divot and curve of soft, needy flesh.

Eventually, when Im so pliant and floaty and relaxed you’ll go for your actual prize. You’ll spread my ass and look at my tight pussy, my hole wet and tight and clearly needy. I’ll whine and fluster at you looking, but you’ll hush me and tell me to sit still—you need to loosen me up everywhere don’t you? I need to be a good girl and let you give me what I clearly need—what I must obviously be begging you for.