puppy

just sitting on the couch passing a joint back and forth with our hands down our pants, acting like we’re not getting off to the sounds of each others whimpers. finally starting to grope each other through our jeans when it just gets to be too much

grabbing your hand and guiding you to rub your cock a little faster while you start inching your hand up my thigh, finally just sticking my hand into your boxers to jerk you off myself. maybe i’ll pull you into my lap just to get better access, and start rutting my hips up into you while you grope my ass and thighs, desperately trying to get more friction through the layers of denim between us

“you’re such a stupid boy, baby. a stupid, pretty boy.”

“you can’t think cause you have that drippy little cunt between your legs, huh? it’s ok baby, lots of men feel that way - you can’t help it, all that blood rushing from your brain to fill that cute little t-dick up just makes being smart sooo hard.”

“you like being my handsome little whore, don’t you?”

“does it feel good playing with your tits baby? of course you’re still a boy if you like it, lots of people have sensitive nipples no matter what, honey. here, let me help you.”

“you’re such a good boy, drooling all over your tits like that.”

“your boycunt gets so wet for me, it just loves all this attention doesn’t it? you’re just a little slut, aren’t you?”

“it wouldn’t matter if you had a pussy or not, baby - you’d be my little fleshlight either way. it just helps that your soaked cunt makes you such an obedient boy.”

The word hit her like a ton of bricks. Eyes rolling, thoughts exploding into pleasure. She heard a snicker.

“Really? You drop that easily? God, you’re so weak willed…”

She smiled at the praise, waiting eagerly for instructions.

“Hm? Oh, no. I’m not going to give you tasks. We’re just getting started with your induction.”

She whimpered.

“Oh, I know honey. You’re already so deep for me, aren’t you? But I want to see just how far I can drag you down. How deep can you go? How mushy can I make that pretty little head of yours?”

Her tongue slipped out and the thought of going deeper. Was it even possible?

You always get so quiet when I say it, don't you?

That little twitch in your breath, the way your whole body tries to pretend it didn't just shiver all over~

As if I don't notice the way your thoughts stutter, and your needy little brain just.. pauses. Just from those two sweet words.

Good pet.

There it is again~ That stillness.. Like you're sinking into them. Like you are floating on their warmth. Dizzy from the truth that is the meaning of those words~

Because it is truth, is it not?

You try soo so hard to behave, to please, to be good.. and hearing it, hearing me say it, just makes everything inside you melt.

You don't have to explain it. I already know.

I see how deep it goes. How much you need to be told, that yes, you are being good for me. How far you'd go just to hear it again...

So here it is, little one~ Nice and slow, just for you:

Good pet.

It all starts out quite normally. A nice, regular chat, with friendly banter, and a few comments about how good you are being by answering my questions and talking to me. That praise feels very reassuring, making it so much easier for you to relax, letting yourself feel more and more calm with each moment that we spend talking.

As we continue chatting, though, my compliments become more and more frequent. Calling you a good toy each time you answer a question, conditioning you to feel so incredibly accomplished by simply following my words. And with each passing remark, your mind becomes more and more fuzzy, every thought slowly replaced by the overwhelming need to be praised.

Eventually, it becomes all that you can think about. A chorus of "great job!" and "good sub", desperately bouncing around in your head, shattering your mind to pieces. It feels so good to be praised, to be reminded of how amazing you are when you obey, dropping deep into trance as my warm words echo in your pretty little head.