cat boy

& one guy responded: “it does not hurt us, it, unfortunately for you, feels absolutely incredible.” (first, the phrase “unfortunately for you” made me wet immediately. Like yeah, it hurts for me, but it feels incredible for him, so I’m just going to have to take it)

but the part that really got me was at the end of his response, where he said “You may not like that i like your cervix, but I like your cervix.”

Because yeah, for many people, getting your cervix hit is absolutely agonizing. When they’re fucked a little too hard, too deep, it makes them shriek, or flinch, or sob, and they won’t enjoy it one bit. Well, I’m lucky enough that cervical stimulation is very pleasurable, but what if it wasn’t? What if I hated it?

I can’t stop imagining someone pinning me down and forcing me to just take it.

They’re already so big that they fill me completely before they’ve even bottomed out, but when they start thrusting, the tip of their cock nails something deep inside of me, deeper than I’ve ever had anything before. And fuck, it hurts so much, it makes me wail. And they notice this, because of course they do. They go aw, baby, did that hurt? And I nod, expecting them to readjust, to find a new angle. But instead, they pull my hips back towards them, and start aiming their thrusts to get as deep as they can, to hit that spot, to bruise it. They’re doing it on purpose. I beg them to slow down, to stop, because I can’t take it, it’s too much, fuck, it hurts so badly, I don’t like it anymore, but they ignore me. They tell me that it’s too bad, because it feels incredible for them, my cervix is perfect to grind against, the pressure is so good, so I’m just going to have to take it, because they’re not gonna stop. Oh, I don’t like it? Am I sure? Because it sure looks like I’m enjoying it, and the way I’m soaking wet for them makes it feel like I’m enjoying it, too. Why would they stop when I’m crying so prettily for them?

record the amount of time it takes to cum. set the next timer for that amount of time. see if it can beat its own record.

repeat. and repeat. and repeat. how fast and pathetic can it be? how much can you ruin it's stamina? can you get to the point where it cums within mere minutes of being touched? seconds?

once it's trained like this do away with the timer. start employing strict punishments for cumming too quickly/without permission. you've primed it to fail.

Right now my dog, canine, is sitting on the couch with her head propped against the couch arm. The window is open, and she's watching the rain fall. Occasionally, a car will pass and her ears will perk to listen to the rumble of the motor. She hasn't moved in an hour and a half. Before this she woke just long enough for me to feed her a bite of food from my fingers I know she shouldn't have.

Later, she'll get agitated when a delivery driver approaches the neighbor's door. Her anxiety will spike. Her ears will go back, and I will see the bark build in her throat until...

She looks to me.

"Is this what you want?" The question isn't spoken with words, just a glance from worried eyes before I shake my head and she calms down.

I don't care, why should she? The driver, the stress, the anxiety, is all forgotten.

She'll sleep this way a good portion of the day, woken by my attention before she'll fall back asleep or find some new thing to quietly consider. I decide when it's time for her to eat, to go out. When it's time for her to be dressed in a warmer outfit. Her food decisions are made for her, nutrition balance and calorie needs something she never needs to consider.

When needed, communication is silent, non-verbal. A soft expression, a steady look. She knows I'll figure it out eventually if she just sits by the problem. (Water bowls empty, or toy on the wrong side of the door)

There's an extra spot on the couch next to her. Where another dog could curl up and watch the rain. Where a sweet puppy could take cues from the older dog and the calmness of her handler.

You know how easy it is to play too hard with either of them, not to mention both. You know it's dangerous when you have a pair bonded that closely, how easily it is for them to push the other into more extreme moods.

You don't listen to good sense though. You think you can handle them. You've worked so hard on all their commands, you've worked for hours on recall, on "drop it." You thought you could handle them without their muzzles, without their safety gear.

You didn't worry, not at first, when they started looking at you the same way they look at their enrichment toys.

You started to worry when their play started to focus more on you, than the toys you kept trying to distract them with. Your hands first. "Accidental" little nips that remind you how sharp their teeth are. Your fingers caught between jaws that could chew them off, but released after only a threatening moment.

Until they weren't satisfied with that and they throw their weight into you.

One of them, you could have pushed off, maybe, but both working together? You were on the ground before you could consider calling out for help.

Play turns to something more insistent. Mouths and noses and paws working to tear away your training tools, your clothes, your defenses left scattered around you. The pair growl over you like a steak, snapping at each other in dominance displays, arguing over who gets what. You don't have time to consider what it means for you. Your panicked mind is reeling, unable to find a way out.

You feel one of them pressing against your ass. You don't have a chance to scream before fingers are pushing into your mouth. You're left drooling over yourself, grunting as the first of them takes her prize. The hound you thought you could control wrapping fingers around your throat as she takes you from behind.

Until you find out that dominance spat isn't over. Teeth longer than your fingers snapping by your face as the pair clash over your body. Each of them tearing at the other, at you, creating a feedback loop that only drives them deeper and deeper into their crazed state.

You feel one being pushed out of you so the other can take her place. Back and forth, the two slipping in and out as they war for territory.

Finally your body will yield. Opening up to the pair of them. The snapping teeth and exchange of growls shifting to mutual whimpers of pleasure as they frot inside your body.

It's a lot, taking the pair. Each of them enough to stretch you on their own, but together it's enough it feels like your insides have to rearrange to fit them both.

For awhile you'll focus on just that. Feeling that fullness, feeling your body become forcably devoted to a singular purpose. No more strength left, all you can do is clutch at one of them as each stroke pushes them just a little deeper. Reshapes you just a bit more.

You'd have no real choice but to ride it out. As you grew used to their paired size and started relaxing, your body would start to surrender to the pleasure. It wouldn't be long before you were soaking their lap, clutching at them for support, shaking through your first of many climaxes.

At least by this point you'd be too far gone to hear our laughter. You'd never make out our teasing exchange over your shoulder.

"So soon?"

"Where's the fight?"

"We already broke this one's squeeker"

"We haven't even tied you yet."

That would drag you out of whatever empty minded state you'd sunken into. Our knots. Nowhere to escape, too weak from your pointless struggles.

No choice but to take it.

"Just breath through it. Relax."

"Take the crop. Strike the right shoulder. Again. Again."

"Scruff her throat and squeeze until I give the release command."

"Slower, neither of you are allowed to climax."

The scene will progress exactly as I set it out, with each partner slowly growing desensitized to who they're participating with. I want you to slowly forget who this person under you is, as you start to think of yourself as less of a person.

"Bite, harder."

"Slap it. Again. Again. Again."

Not a person any longer, not a partner, but a tool. Maybe a doll I'm pressing to another in a mockery of playing house. Or maybe I've worked you up into the mindset of a feral dog that knows nothing but teeth and claws and has a sick obsession for the whimpers of the prey animal under you.

I want to separate you from the feelings that keep you from hurting it.

Not for long, just a few breathless hours.

We've been talking a lot and she admitted she has this "dark" fantasy. You know it right? Yeah, the one where she's hunted down and raped. Of course, we've already established safe words. I've even worked out some non verbal cues with her in case she can't speak. Don't worry, I've done this kind of thing a lot. She'll be in good hands.

It's going to be a long weekend. I like to do things right, and that means taking my time hollowing her out. You should have something to distract you. Yeah, she won't be able to text between moments either. I find it ruins the energy of the scene. Plus there's no reception up in the cabin I'm taking her to.

Oh no, that was the first mistake I made. Took the girl home, her screaming had the neighbors pounding on my door within the minute. So now I bring them somewhere with a nice view where they can scream till they've lost their pretty voice. I think it lends to the weight of the scene too, knowing the only way up or down is with an off road vehicle.

I'll bring it back Sunday evening. Most of the clothes it wore will be ruined, so I'll leave it in a little blanket bundle on your doorstep.

You'll want to clean it up after. A nice warm bath, a quiet time to cry. Just let it vent those emotions for a few days. You're going to need to change its bandages until it can manage on its own.

I know you're going to feel ashamed, but trust me. It's normal to feel turned on when you see its broken form. Don't feel guilty. Ask it what happened as you touch yourself. Make it describe each depraved thing I did to it. Give in to your needs and take it while its body is still swollen and tender.

"You love being a doll, don't you? You're just a toy now. You were always meant for this, weren't you? So warm and soft for me, so open and easy..."