Dominant Thoughts

Experimental piece

Course I’d catch it easy, collar and leash it to a post, face down on the floor. Nowhere to go. Force the spreader bar onto the crying thing, increasing the distance until its whole puppy cunt is on display, completely spread open and exposed.

I need some time to light up and smoke, so I’d settle into my chair, my puppy’s spread cunt the perfect entertainment. Press my boot against its cunt and order it to hump. Lazily smoking as I watch, occassionally pulling back to swiftly kick it and laugh at its cries and squirms in pain, completely unable to close its legs. This would go on for awhile as I nurse my joint, pulling out a piece of ginger and slowly, meticulously carving it. The scent would fill the air along with smoke.

Puppy knows what comes next and the crying only gets more desperate. Don’t make me get the muzzle. Slowly leaning down and rubbing the ginger through its aching folds and around its clit, liking how my toy instantly starts squirming away helplessly from the burn. I would ignore the adorable whining as the carved piece of ginger goes in its hole, stretching just a little, causing a firey burning sensation inside puppy’s cunt.

I nip at fingers and pull on the hem of your shirt but you just push me away and tell me to settle down now. A puppy doesn't know any better though, especially when you lazily push yourself up to get out of sweaty clothes and fall back onto the bed.

A puppy only cares about play and I'm prone to hump whenever and whatever I can get my paws on. And maybe you squeal and flail, eyes widening when you feel my cock pressed against you, vying for a warm hole to slip into. You don't know any better either when I move just right, sending a shiver up your spine and maybe you open your legs to soak up more of the sensation.

Maybe when you move your hips back it makes the funny feeling in your tummy ignite and I pant above you, rutting against you mindlessly. Maybe you've looked at grown up books on how to care for puppies and there's funny images of one dog on top of another with diagrams of their knot so you think you can do that too as you struggle to at least lift your hips and open your legs wider for me.

I was trained my entire life as a disabled child and now a disabled woman to always make myself and my disability smaller. I needed to take up less space, downplay my symptoms, go without the rest I need, and I most definitely learned to never complain or demand attention, never to be too exhausted for too long, or else I’d get on people’s nerves.

Having a service pup has been such a game changer though. So many submissives DESPERATELY WANT to make our lives easier as dominants, to care for us, to be useful in a really tangible way. So… I let my submissive do it. I let him be my service dog.

My service pup reminds me to rest when I need it and offers to get up and get things for me so I don’t use my sore legs. My service pup reminds me to drink water multiple times a day because he knows I get dizzy when I don’t. My service pup reminds me to take up space and demand respect from those around me and threatens to bite those who won’t give it. My service dog is strong and I know he’s being serious when he says he’d carry me in his arms up every set of stairs in every building that doesn’t have an elevator.

I love this new piece 😖❤️‍🔥🤞🏼