chew toy in a person costume

“No, you’re not wearing that outfit.” I’m going to send them back to change again and again until their dress suits my tastes. Makeup, hair, even the jewelry and perfume they wear will be changed and decided outside what they thought was correct, or was their preference.

Personally, my favorite’s always the shock in their eyes when you drag them off the couch that first time. “Animals need permission to sit on furniture.” Even when they ask, the answer will be “No.” They’ll sit on the floor, by my feet where an animal should be. I want them close to me, where I just need to reach out to feel the top of their head. There’s a pout at first, but eventually they always relax and settle their head against my leg.

Even something so simple as leaving my side to go to the bathroom has to be requested, and that is denied with a simple “No.” No, they don’t get to decide something so basic as that. I hate doggie doors, and I’m not ready to get up yet, so no. They’ll stay put, only able to hope with mounting desperation that I’ll take pity on them as they squirm. 

I’m training them to hesitate.

When getting ready for a date, their mind should be focused on me, my tastes, and how I enjoy seeing them dressed and presented. When guided to a chair in a restaurant, their first instinct should be to look to me, to hesitate, until I’ve nodded my head and given them permission.

The end goal, of course, is for that hesitation to eventually vanish. Training becomes second nature, ingrained to the point it’s closer to reflex. The worry over the decisions they used to fret over, becomes confidence as they learn to follow my lead without a second thought.

I’m not allowing them the anxiety of choice.

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I want to whine and whimper, telling them that I can't take, that it's too much, it won't fit. Just to have them cooing at me, hugging my distressed body and being like "shhh I know puppy, I know, deep breaths, you can take, it's okay".

Want to cling to then and beg to stop just to receive an "oh no no no, it's happening baby it's happening and you can take it, that's it, relax for me. I know I know, but it's going to happen puppy"

Want them to also be a bit sarcastic, when I start whining saying that it's going to hurt, want them to chuckle at me "yes it's going to hurt, but I'm here for you, don't worry. Yes puppy it is going to hurt, deep breaths don't panic, I'm just being honest. Good boy, let's do it"

listen i just wanna be a sheath for strap like deadass

want a girl to literally RUIN me. fuck me each round with a bigger and bigger strap till im crying saying i cant go anymore but she knows i can. shushes me and ties me open and fucks me with a strap so big you can see the shape of it in my belly every time she thrusts in. until im drooling and pliant, deep in subspace and taking her cock so easily. split so wide as i flutter and clench helplessly. she never allows my pussy to close again, keeping me stuffed with a dildo when she’s not fucking me. so proud of me for always being so soft and wet and open for her.

"Did you really just start grinding faster? Are you getting off to being called pathetic? Oh my god you are... such a sweet and pathetic mutt getting off to --"