Come in.

how she loves the little noises you make under her fingertips, how she loves to watch you struggle against the bonds she's wrapped you up in, how she feels when you've taken all the punishment she can give and you still curl up on her like you love her dearly.

“look at me.”

“you don’t get quiet when something’s wrong. you use your words. i need to hear you.”

“does this feel good, sweetheart? tell me.”

“i won’t guess. you’ll guide me. that’s how this works.”

“may i touch you here?”

“if you hesitate, i stop. immediately.”

“i want your yes. not your silence.”

“say it clearly for me. green, yellow, or red.”

“good girl. that’s it. always tell me.”

“you trust me because i make it safe to.”

“i’m in control, but you are never powerless.”

“if it stops being good for you, it stops. no questions. no disappointment.”

“your comfort is not optional.”

“you’re mine to guide, not to harm.”

i'm old-fashioned like that. i don't see objects in the modern sense, the way everything these days is disposable and replaceable and destined for the landfill. i see objects as prized possessions, the way for hundreds of years humans have had useful tools and treasured toys that they lovingly maintained and patched up to keep forever.

"You can't get bred by a strap" "Trans women can't get pregnant" "trans men don't have prostate orgasms"

Lies.

You can only cum with my permission.

There are stipulations buried within the rule. Puppy must tell me anytime when he's playing with himself, what he's thinking about, how he's doing it; confess to me that he's such a needy pup.

If puppy wants to cum, he needs to call me and ask if he has permission to cum. I tell him simply, yes or no. If no, I can give him a time, and he has to keep edging until that time, and then call again. If I don't pick up, well, puppy doesn't get to cum.

please… i can’t

You want to cum.

There's a difference.

But oh, I adore training your body like this. Getting you so close, then pulling away. Edging you.

Or even, giving you the command to cum... only to rip away the vibrator just as you start feeling that bliss.

You don't need to cum.

What you need, is to stay as my desperate, dumb, drippy little pet.

All day long.

You don't need to cum.

What you need, is to feel how your body convulses just from having your clit grazed with my fingertips.

You don't need to cum.

Instead, I'll train your other holes to take me. Surely you'll be desperate enough, hm? The embarrassment won't even exist anymore, bunny.

You don't need to cum.

You shouldn’t have let my light teasing turn into this. Now we’re sitting on the floor, the coffee table between us, and we both have our own bottle of vodka. However takes most shots gets to do whatever they want with the loser.

Maybe deep down you wanted to get drunk for me, sweetheart. It’s the only reason I can find for you to turn my words into a challenge.

“Lightweight,” said lovingly because you got tipsy after two sangrias. You’re lucky I think you are adorable when the alcohol starts to take effect. How you get clingier, needier, and all you can think about is being mine in any way possible.

Such a well trained pet, so docile. If I put my hand next to your face you don’t flinch, you open your lips so I can fuck your mouth with my fingers as deep and for as long as I want. And you love it, don’t you, darling? It feels good to keep your mouth occupied and feel so safe.

I haven’t scrunched my nose once since we started this. You, however, can barely sound coherent. I told you, it’s ok if you want to tap out. But you are way too competitive for that, aren’t you? You want to prove that you are big and strong and wants to make mommy proud. Good pup.