🚨Minors DNI🚨

Saturdays are for reblogging House of Gord!

"uh... M~mmph~ mommy... Could we ~ah~ stop for a b-bit. I need to ~ah~ rest...~fuck~"

You feel my cock throb inside you as I stop moving. Then you feel every inch and centimeter slowly pull out of you as my wet cock slides out of you.

"ah~ huff... huff... Thank you m~plap~"

You feel the girthy shaft of my cock slap against your face. It throbs across your face as your own pussy juices drip off the glistening rod.

"you see this, mutt? My cock is still rock hard and my balls are still 3 loads away from being empty. Now shut up and open your mouth, your cunt isn't enough lube anymore, I'm going to use your throat again <3"

human dog ashtray

You know what? Fair enough~ If your friend isn't a huge fan of spiders, why don't we find someone who is?

Some poor guy, taken off-guard by the sudden presence of a too-big arachnid, wouldn't have time to escape if it had taken up residence in someplace he was familiar with. He wouldn't expect it to have found a way to turn his car into a nest, of all things, but here he is and its fangs are sinking into his neck and suddenly...he feels warm. Too warm. His skin is tingling, and his heartbeat is thundering...

He's overtaken by the urge to simply drive away, to find a nice spot to make a nest. It's a simple matter to drive along some dirt road in the woods where nobody has been for decades, but it's a slightly less simple matter with the spider's legs exploring his body, its abdomen pressed between his legs as its ovipositor seeks out a nice target for it to lay its eggs in. He's getting more and more turned on just by the thought of taking this thing's eggs.

Despite his arousal, the spider seems to think it's a safer bet to tie him up for the first breeding, regardless. It binds his arms to his sides and gets his legs out of the way, neatly wrapping him up in web, before plunging its ovipositor into his body and pumping him full of eggs. Eggs, so, so many eggs, squeezing into him and pressing his belly outwards, stretching the skin tight on his midsection, even tearing apart some threads of stretchy spider's silk. He can't help but moan despite how uncomfortable it is. It hurts, sure, but there's just something about being taken over...something about being the spider's host.

As soon as the spider slides out of him and scuttles off to set up a web for hunting purposes, he struggles out of his bonds solely for the purpose of rubbing himself silly and cumming as many times in a row as he possibly can. He uses one hand to masturbate and the other one to rub his distended belly, caressing it, feeling how heavy and round it is, just how different he is now, how perfect it is. He's still dripping by the time the spider comes back.

He gets some sleep that night, but has to keep waking up just to masturbate. He doesn't know what the spider did to him, but he's embracing it fully, leaving behind the part of his brain that was scared of it before and fully turning into its host, into its incubator.

He wakes up in the morning not to the throbbing of his heartbeat through his body but to the sensation of movement in his lower abdomen, something twitching and scraping. Something with legs.

It doesn't take long for all of the eggs to hatch, despite how many of them there were. He's bucking his hips against nothing, seeking stimulation in the air but unwilling to cum until he has baby spiders flooding out of his hole - he wants to feel them, spreading him open and climbing out of his body. His wish is granted, and granted beautifully, with soft-bodied and translucent little things squeezing out of him and past each other to scramble out of the nest and make their way off into the forest. He doesn't even have to touch himself at all to cum over and over again while they're leaving, while he's giving birth to them.

My hypnotist caught my gaze and smiled, and I grinned blearily back, unable to resist the spark of happiness I felt at pleasing him. "How are you feeling?" He asked, gently stroking my face.

Good, I wanted to say. Really, really good.

But it was like my mouth wasn't connected to my body. "Cock." I said, then frowned in confusion. I tried again. "Cock. Cock. Cock!"

My hypnotist grinned even as my body betrayed me. "Oh dear," he said in false concern, even as his eyes took on a puckish twinkle. "It seems as though you only have one thing on your mind."

I shook my head emphatically, but it was no use, my tongue wouldn't cooperate, my lips could only form one work. "Cock." I protested.

"You aren't only thinking of cock?" He asked, delighting in his own performed confusion.

I nodded. "Cock."

He raised a brow. "So you are only thinking about cock?"

I huffed in frustration as he laughed at my predicament, and crossed my arms over my naked breasts (when had I taken my clothes off? The thought floats out of my head almost as soon as it arrives. It doesn't matter anyway.).

I shook my head again and glared at him. My hypnotist's expression become contemplative, and goosebumps suddenly pebbled my skin under his scrutiny.

"Actually," he said, voice taking on that deep, lulling tone that had taken me under hundreds of times. "The more you say the word 'cock' the less you'll be able to think of anything else until 'cock' is the only thing left in your empty little brain." My mouth fell open a little as my mind was caught in the undertow of his words. "Now, my silly little bimbo, what are you thinking about right now?"

"Cock," I replied, unthinkingly, then snapped my mouth shut when I realized my mistake. The damage had already been done. As soon as the word left my mouth, my mind felt a little tingly, my thoughts came a little slower, and my mouth watered as a brief image of getting on my knees and sucking Master's cock played behind my eyes. Oh god. That sounded so nice. So fun. So hot. My eyes fluttered.

"Good girl," he said with a grin. "But I can see you still thinking. Why don't I take care of that, hmm?" He cupped my face, turning my gaze up to meet his. "What does my good girl want to think about?"

I tried to hold back, to stop myself, but all of a sudden his thumb was gliding over my lips, parting them, and it was like once my mouth was open I couldn't help but speak. "Cock."

The effect was even more powerful the second time. A sweet, pink cotton candy cloud was creeping into my brain and I could practically feel my thoughts being overtaken, one by one. It felt so good. For a moment I couldn't remember why I was even fighting this. My gaze went a little hazy as I stared up into his eyes, and a leaned into his touch. I wanted to please him. I wanted his cock. In my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. Wherever he wanted to put it. I needed it so badly.

I didn't even realize my mouth had fallen even further open, until he put his thumb against my tongue and I instinctively sealed my lips around it, sucking it gently.

Master frowned in mock concern as he took his finger back and watched as I moved to chase it. "Are you sure, sweetheart? You don't have anything else you want to think about? No smart girl thoughts you want to share with me?"

I blinked, a little confused as my fuzzy brain tied to catch up. "Cock?"

My expression smoothed out as the pink cloud took more of my mind. I couldn't remember why I was confused earlier. I couldn't remember why I was fighting this. It was hard to think bad thoughts when my head felt this nice and empty. I giggled.

"Cock," I said again because it felt soooo good to say. I was so silly. Cock was the best word there was. I didn't need any other words. This one let me ask for the one thing I really wanted. "Cock, cock, cock."

Master put my hands on my tits and it turned out, cock was even more fun to say while I bounced them. "Cock, cock, cock, cock, cock!"

Master laughed, and that made me feel so good that I giggled too. "That's it, princess, no more thoughts. You're a simple, little toy. You have simple, little thoughts."

I nodded in vapid agreement, as he guided me gently to my knees. When he brought his cock out, my entire world narrowed until all I saw, all I cared about, all I wanted was his cock. I stuck out my tongue and leaned foward, eyes wide and pleading.

"Hkock?" I asked, nearly choking on the word with my tongue out and drooling. I rested my head on his thigh and looked up at him with all the adoration and desperation I felt. "Hkock?"

Starting off on day 1 with a little turnaround video, inspecting and stuffing fingers in you to show how snug you are and how you react; then they start taking progress clips over the course of the next few weeks and months, capturing your progress they train you for depth and girth and all kinds of sensations.

Taking little vlog-style videos of you bouncing on a toy and captioning it 'day 17 fuckpet progress! They're doing so well 💕 we're up to 7" length x 1.5" diameter in the ass now with lube only and no prep! We're still a little behind what I'd hoped for on throat depth, but I think this weekend we'll have a nice long practice session and see if we can get past 6" without any gagging."

This continues until you have a whole progression of your training, only getting filthier and more obscene as you go, but treated like you're just a pet being trained to do tricks and obedience.

'Day 31: Pet can now take my fist in their ass with no prep/lube only!' over a clip of your hole throbbing and clenching around your owner's wrist.

'Day 44: Working on some depth training today~ I'd like to be able to bottom out this 14" toy in their throat by next weekend because we have a play party planned and everyone is sooo excited to test them out' over shots of you tearily gagging on a long tentacle toy filling out your throat with almost half of the length left to swallow.

'Day 60: horse cock is IN! Pet will be mounted on this for the duration of our dinner party tonight with some friends and their pets. Good and stuffed 💞' with a photo showing you seated on a chair at the dining table, visibly exhausted, your stomach bulging obscenely at the thick horse cock dildo strapped to the seat beneath you, your legs spread to show how sopping wet you already are before the guests have even arrived.

I drugged my boyfriend today <3

A day or two ago we were talking about drugs since he had just tried mushrooms for the first time and eventually it got to the topic of how we both think the concept of drugging each other was hot and mutually consented to future attempts as long as it wouldn’t interfere with actual commitments.

I immediately started thinking of things I could do and formulated a little plan. I had just baked a batch of cookies the night prior using orange flavored chocolate chips and I knew I had left over cookie dough. When he was gone working I scooped enough dough for one cookie, cut up an edible and nestled the pieces with the chocolate chips. The edible was fruit flavored but so was the cookie so I knew It’d be perfect.

Just waited for him to ask me to grab him one and then took out the altered desert. Made sure to be very distracting and chatty while he ate it so he wouldn’t think to look to closely. First bite was like more than half of the cookie and he momentarily paused, looked at it and said it was weirdly gummy. He made eye contact with me and joked about me doing something to it but I kept a sweet face and reminded him that batch was baked before we even had our little conversation, so how could I have done something? I mean he didn’t know I had extra dough left over and he’s a usually on the more dominant side so in his head that whole conversation was definitely more about something he was going to do to me.

He finished the whole thing oblivious to what I’d done. Then I just sat and bided my time. He said he felt tired, and I could see on his face he was getting dizzy and confused. Of course I didn’t say anything and just idly got other things done. I watched as he lied down, and said he felt bad, guessing random things that could possibly be making him feel weird. When I saw him struggling to keep his eyes open I finally got closer to him and whispered in his ear.

“You know maybe you feel weird because I drugged that food I gave you earlier. That might be it”

Then I pinned his arms down and got on top of him. He was super flustered, clearly very riled up from what I told him and while he’s normally very strong the amount of weed I gave him was double what he normally takes when he wants to get pretty high so he could barely put effort into fighting back.

I held his wrists down with one hand and stuck my other down his waistband. He was extremely hard and messy already because he’s Pavlov’d himself by having sex every time he gets high which I made fun of him for of course but it also made it very easy to start playing with his t dick while I watched him melt beneath me, not even trying to stifle his moans.

I made him aware of just how much he consumed and that he was about to get way more fucked up than he already was. Then I told him that he should give up and accept the fact that he was going to be my plaything for as long I pleased. At this point he was about to cum from my hand and I stopped just before he could get off.

This continued for a good long while using a plethora of different toys I grabbed in advance. I made him lie on his hands under the threat of some violence and just tormented him by getting him close repeatedly while he was extremely out of it and loopy. He was only allowed to speak if he was telling me he was about to cum and if he begged or pleaded for me to let him finish I’d make it would take longer or bite him. I also made sure to grab his throat and tell him if he came before I said so I’d make sure things went very badly for him so he was doing a good job of warning me.

He was writhing, whimpering, and struggling not to plead with me while I got him to the point of almost cumming from just the slightest movement of the dildo I was fucking him with. Then he fucked it up. He was supposed to tap me before he came and he failed, before he even finished cumming he was apologizing profusely for messing up. It was mostly incoherent since he was actively cumming and extremely high but it pissed me off and I grabbed his hair firmly in one hand before rapidly fucking him with the dildo while telling him how pathetic he was, how he couldn’t even do one simple fucking task and how he was in so much trouble.

He was so sensitive that he just started cumming over and over, being so loud that I moved my wrist to gag his mouth. For the next few minutes it was nonstop, I could feel him clench and cum on the toy every few seconds and he was fully shaking and pleading with me to stop. I completely lost count of how many times he came but god it was thrilling to punish him like that. Only stopped to fold his legs up and start fucking him properly. He was so high at that point he was basically unresponsive, just moaning and squirming a bit.

I fucked him hard while leaving bites all over his chest since he did such a bad job listening and he continued to cum multiple times just from penetrative sex. He got so needy he started pawing at his dick while I kept going at it, leading him to cum extremely hard and loud beneath me. At that point he was a hickey covered, drooling, trembling mess who was high out of his mind, trying to recover from the 2+ hours we had been going at it for.

It's quite the challenge to learn to orgasm on command, but you're a very good subject. I'll get some little plastic button, something that makes a distinctive click when you press it. I'll get you nice and worked up, and then press the button as you cum.

A few more times around, and some intense hypnotic sessions -- perhaps conditioning you while you're hypnotized as well -- and now we have the trigger implanted nice and firmly. When the button is pressed, you cum.

And since I'm a nice tist, and since it is the season of giving and all, I'll let you keep the button for yourself. Whenever you're feeling horny, whenever you want to feel good, you can just press it, and you cum.

Every so often I'll reinforce the trigger, just to make sure it stays nice and strong. The orgasms the button gives you will be deliciously powerful. I imagine you'll stop masturbating before too long. Oh, you might edge yourself if you want to really enjoy the build-up and anticipation, maybe touch idly while watching or reading some smut... but if you want an orgasm, the button's right there, and it feels much better than your own hands or toys. You'll have the button in front of you, and when you've ridden the edge for long enough, you press the button and you cum.

And over time, you'll end up pressing that button more and more often. Whenever you're a little stressed, or horny, or bored... the button's right there. There are no restrictions. Press it and you cum.

After you've been using the button for a few weeks, after it's become routine... I'll wait for one of those reinforcement sessions. I'll reinforce the trigger again, of course. But when you wake up, this time you'll see I'm holding the button. I'll press the button, and watch you cum.

What I won't do is give the button back. And you'll find that you've done two very important things over the past few weeks. First, you've gotten yourself so used to having frequent, amazing orgasms. Your body and mind expect to cum very hard, several times a day. You crave it. And second, your body has forgotten how to cum without that button. Every time you masturbated, it was the button that got you over the edge. You need the button, now. And if I don't press it

you don't cum. And even now you feel that desperate need building. You'll do anything for me to press that button. You'll do anything for me to let you cum.