just an inferior girl

You'll be given commands in a language you don't understand. Through my motions, how I push your butt to the ground, how I gesture and correct, you'll start to learn each. Sit and heel will come quickly enough. They're the first I work on with new animals. Sit. Watch me. You're a smart thing so I expect you to pick this up quickly. Over time you'll naturally begin to focus solely on me, on my hands, even as you idle and rest you'll be alert to my smallest demand.

How long will it take you to realize I've given you a new name? Some dogs never quite put it together. You'll learn to listen to for that foreign twist of my tongue and internalize it. That sound, that's you now. More importantly, that's how I call for you.

The more complicated commands will take weeks to perfect. Days to even learn what I want when I bark that new word at you. Like a dog you'll sit and puzzle over the meaning, playing over the word and the movements I give until it finally clicks.

You'll be so proud when you figure it out that shame wont touch you. You used to be a person after all. Don't you remember how hard you would think about little things like how to manage your life? Now all that drive is refocused on the singular goal of pleasing me.

You exist on my schedule. You'll wake with me, sleep with me. You'll be given access to your water from a bowl on the ground and brought outside to sniff and empty your bladder. You'll find endless joys in the toys I give you and the treats I let you earn.

When I correct you it will be immediate, pointed, and quickly forgiven. Nips to your scruff, the invasion of your personal space, even forcing you to feel small as I pull your face into mine and growl the word you've learned means "No." If you show even a hint of food aggression you'll be eating each piece of your kibble from the small of my hand until I'm satisfied you know nothing belongs to you.

You'll exist without contemplation of yourself. You'll exist for the joys of my praise, my fingernails scratching through your coat, the small treats I feed you.

My sweet puppy, look how far you've come.

You're not a person anymore.

You're an expensive pet.

Maybe you were a person once. Maybe even one that was filled with complicated thoughts and big dreams. Now you're a dog.

Just a dog.

Not even of any particular pedigree.

You're an animal that will be spoken over and shushed when it tries to speak. Do you think I care what a dog might have to add to a conversation? Do you think I will allow something I own to bark for attention? Instead I'll let you have your little growls when we wrestle with your toys. You'll learn the importance of play sneezes. You'll neutralize stressful situations with a shake down your spine. Day by day your complicated thoughts will dissolve into the simple feelings an animal is allowed.

You'll get your medicine each morning placed on the back of your tongue before I hold your mouth shut. You'll never know what you're taking, and I wont even think to tell you. When you get sick I'll take you to a stranger who will place you on a cold table for examination. You'll understand nothing but my warm hand soothing down your spine, telling you it's alright.

You're a dog that exists to be taken care of. You're a dog that learns tricks just to entertain me.

How long will that treatment take to produce results? Do you think you'll remember the last words you speak or the last time you stood on two feet? How long before you go quiet, focused only on the sound of my voice or the slow contemplation of the world immediately around you? How long will it take for your mind to slow down?

How long before you search out the sunspots in the house to doze quietly for the afternoon?

Not with cruelty, but with tender care and casual disregard I'll cut away the parts of you that let you believe you were a person. How long before a closed door will bar your movement? How long before you forget the proper way to brush out your coat or teeth?

No more goals.

No more deadlines.

smash cut to me thirty minutes later, face down ass up with a cob of corn stuffed in and out of my pussy while you shove grape after grape into my tight asshole.

How about I corrupt you into being into scent play, worshipping and rimming my ass. To the point of those three being your main kinks. Not remembering that these used to be your (soft) limits. Not realizing your mijd has softly been molded in a way I desire. Now you scroll my stories looking for more. Now you crave these kinks. These have become the main ways to get off for you as you play with yourself at night.

To the point of you craving these desires so so much, you end up meeting up with me weekly to beg me to mask your face in the musky scent of my cock, balls or ass. To the point of you begging my ass on top of your pretty face. As I force you to spread my ass cheeks and inhale my sweat and musk, before softly kissing, licking and smelling me. Well this is what you wanted all along wasn’t it? So worship it. Get addicted to it. Horny over it. Obsessed over it.

To the point of every meet-up we have being focused about me training and corrupting your filthy mind further. Telling you to be good and get on your fucking knees for me. Grabbing you by the hair and pushing you down against my crotch until you will sniff my musky cock. Sloooowly lick my heavy balls, as you start sniffing under them as well. Letting that scent seep into your brain. Melting your thoughts and worried away. And don’t break eye contact while you do this btw. Keep looking at me. That’s right.

Then. I might push you down lower. Forcefully and rough. No words needed. Like my needy little bitch in heat you are. Like my obedient little slut. I’ll allow you to hump my boot/show as you start sniffing and smelling my ass. Go on. Enjoy my (clean) musk. Kiss my ass. Adore it. Love it. Appreciate it. Before I push you to gently lick me. Maybe even make you softly jerk off my cock. As drops of precum dribble down onto your head. As you pathetically rim your Master and humiliate yourself in this act of worship.

Think about rubbing yourself drenched to my words, my desires. To the point of reaching out to me desperately to submit. Begging me to meet up so I could treat you the way my words have sweetly described.

So here you are now. Pathetically blindfolded and moving around on hands and knees. Sniffing air for a whiff of my scent. My cologne, my sweat, my musk. Crawling naked on the floor until you reach me. Until I stop you with my hand ontop of your head. Caressing you and praising you for being such a good pet/slave. So? Go on. Show me how fucking serious you are you needy fucktoy. Show me how willing you are. Show me you are nothing more than a horny and pathetic mutt/bitch in heat. A weak little slut. Show me how lowly, filthy and disgusting you can be and start fucking rimming and sniffing my hairy ass. That’s right. Start by kissing my asscheeks. Sob all you want because if will just get me harder. Then spread my ass. Put your nose and face inbetween my ass cheeks and worship me. Until this scent had been ingrained into your mind. That’s it. All the way down. Nose against my asshole.

Or else I’ll push your head down harder. Holding tightly onto your hair so you won’t escape. Forcing you to stay there as you gently and wetly rim my ass. Maybe while I allow you to rub your own clit. Maybe you are only allowed to play with yourself while worshipping my ass, so that I can condition your brain into linking this degrading act with pleasure. So that the smell of my sweat, musk, ass or cock instantly put you in heat.

So start rimming. And kiss me. And sniff. That’s right. Sniff and appreciate the scent, get addicted to it, worship it. Idc if your whole face reeks of ass now. Let it reek. Let it stink. It’s how I claim you as mine. My sub. My toy. My pet. My slave. Mine.

At the end of the day I want your face to be sweaty and smelling like my arse. Like my sweat. Like my musk. Like my asshole. Like my cock. Like my cum. I want your nose pressed against my asshole before you go to sleep, so that you still reek of my ass the next morning. And as I sleep softly, you sniff my cock or ass as you press a vibrator against your little pussy. Worshiping that intense musk under the blankets. As you are blushing. Eyes hazy. Feeling fuzzy. Used to the scent of your Master. Addicted to it. Mind controlled because of it. Conditioned to love it. Corrupted to crave it.

In the mornings you’ll wake up with your face smelling like musk and ass. Reminding you of your training and corruption. Reminding you to your purpose as you crawl on your back, rubbing your cunt and get ready to become my cute little chair. As I position myself on top of you.

That’s right little reader. I want you to slobber all over my ass and eat me out in the morning. Cleaning me. Swirling your tongue softly around the rim as you take long and wet slobbing strokes of the tongue. I want you to rim me until I’m hard and throbbing. Until I fuck your pussy hard and deep. And until I cum inside your cunt.

But first, enjoy the fact I’m using you as a chair. First just start nice and slowly. Kiss my asscheeks and asshole. Make love to it. Soft sweet kisses. Taking your time tasting my ass. Getting overwhelmed by the fact I’m not giving you a break to breath. But enjoying every little bit of praise I give you. And if you struggle too much. If you act too slow. I might grab you by the hair and move your face up and down my asscrack. I might sit on your face as you struggle to breathe. I might push you face all the way down there. Laughing at your pathetic whimpers. Bullying you in the process. Telling you to lick more, wetter and more intensely. Or else you won’t ever get your breathing break.

And that’s how our days will be filled. With humiliating tasks and routines. My heavy balls and fat cock resting on your face as I’m on your phone, watching videos or reading a book. Laughing and humiliating you for being nothing more than a pathetic cockwipe. Humiliating you by force and reminding you that you are just a lowly cockrest. That you will stink of ballsack, cock, ass and pre-cum after I’m done with you. But that this scent is a reminder of who owns you. Of who trained you.

So my little ass sniffer in training. My obedient little degradation slave. Rub your pussy to this post again and again. Show me how horny you are. Show me you are nothing more than a horny and pathetic mutt/bitch in heat. Show me how lowly, filthy and disgusting you can be and start fucking fantasizing about rimming and sniffing my hairy ass. Show me how badly you want to submit irl. That’s right. Spread my ass. Put your nose and face inbetween my ass cheeks. Nose against my asshole. And sniff. Sniff and appreciate the scent, get addicted to it, worship it. Before rimming it nice and softly for my personal pleasure.

Now, reblog this post simply because I order you to.

That's all you get, dumb fleshlights like you don't need an in-depth writing in order to do as they're told anyway.

It doesn’t even have to be sexual, just let me sit on the floor next to you with my head on your leg. Hold my chin and brush my hair while I sit between your legs while you watch TV

Let him hold your head down and leisurely fuck your mouth while he browses on his phone

Let him fuck you while using you to hold his phone with the porn blasting

There you go. Back onto your paws. Good mutt. Now don't you dare challenge the rules again, got it?

“you were just telling me how dumb you’ve been feeling lately.”

“don’t you remember? we were talking about how you need to eat less.”

“weren’t you saying something about how you like being hit?”

“what do you mean? you weren’t talking, you were just giggling and staring at my crotch.”

“you were about to tell me some more of your triggers.”

“don’t play dumb with me. you were telling me you broke my rules and needed punishment.”