bark

i need you to think i’m so precious that hurting me makes you feel a little guilty but never quite guilty enough to stop

Been having some very pet play themed fantasies recently... I just want to adopt a puppy for a weekend and make them wag their tail as I tell them all the things they're not allowed to do while I'm watching them.

Spread your legs so I can piss on your cunt.

Did I say you were allowed to think? Did I say you could do anything on your own? Kneel at my feet and wait for my input darling. You're dependent on me now for thoughts and decisions. It doesn't matter who you are at work or with family, when you're in my presence, you are only my property and my property only. No rights, no thoughts, no decisions, no privacy, no excuses, no fussing. Just the peace of mind of obedience, dependence, and the comfort of my collar snugly locked around your neck. Kneel and accept your place beneath me, beautiful. I've kept your spot warm for you and it's the only place I permit you to be.

The concept of being borrowed is so hot. Your partners friend asking to borrow you, and you don’t get a say, they’re not asking you. Your partner has the power, the say in who can borrow you, who you have to listen to, what they’re allowed to do to you. And you just go along with it, like a good puppy

I want desperately to be fucked and recorded against my will. Either because I'm too high to stop it or he's just so much stronger than me, I want there to be video proof that I got my cunt violated. I want to be unwilling porn for whoever he decides to send the video to, I want everyone to know that I'm just a cocksleeve to be used to get off with.

Oh to be a straitjacketed patient in a secret unethical facility, being used as a sex toy by every guard and doctor, male and female...

I can deal with the horny guards and the handsy chief of medicine. The one I'm really afraid of is the psychiatrist who calls me her little guinea pig and says she's going to train me to become my true self...

Being forced to apologize while you get raped. For breaking the rules, for having a smart mouth, for something as simple as looking the way you do, tempting your owner the way you do.

“you’re so little baby… how do you know how to do that?” sounds so fucking good when you’re doing disgusting things for someone

i loveee to be ordered around, to spread my legs, to take my tongue out or act like a dog. its so embarrassing and i love obeying

if they’re not willing to dehumanize you beyond repair, is the relationship even worth it?

yeah i guess you can come over but we are going to ignore your personal comfort the whole time and use you like a toy and only refer to you as 'it'. fight over who's turn it is to stretch you out. keep feeding you shots so you have no hope of stumbling out of here. and if you make me cum hard enough maybe you can bring back my humanity and i'll give you a break. or maybe we just decide to keep you forever.