#dom breaking

Yes yes, your puppys look sooo cute fawning over you, it's even cuter when you cum while I pump my fat girl cock into your holes and reading your posts back to you <3

But with what coherent thoughts they can form they have a mischievous idea, and so they pull the dominant one into a kiss so their faces are closer, and when they both pull away the submissive one whisper's the other's trigger word to make them cum instantly. Sending them from a 6 to a 10 in seconds. The submissive one laughs about it and the dominant one gets a bit flustered but keeps fucking them, even rougher now to prove a point even though they're a bit sensitive from just cumming.

Then, once the dominant one regains composure, the submissive one does it again. It turns into a repeated cycle until the dominant one isn't feeling so dominant anymore and is whimpering and bordering on crying from how overstimulated they are. They finally try to pull out only for the other to wrap their legs around them and smirk. Telling them they aren't done yet, making them keep fucking them and telling them exactly how to do it.

You order me to get into the bed, and I growl, before deciding to comply. I've been your good puppy for as long as you can remember, obedient and loyal. But recently it's been harder and harder to get me to listen.

But you're still a dom, right?

I fought out of your grasp for the first time last week. You were caught off guard - it's my first time ever fighting back and winning. You only briefly let yourself stay pinned, but a small part of you wishes you would've lingered a little longer.

But you're still a dom, right?

I haven't responded to a single command you've given in days. You've all but given up trying to give me commands at this point.

But you're still a dom, right?

You start responding to more and more demeaning names. It's slow, progressive, and methodical. Darling, Angel, Pet, Toy, Whore. You don't realize when it changes, you just notice one day that it has, and you can't bring yourself to do anything about it.

But you're still a dom, right?

I bought you a collar yesterday, for today's party. You feel something deep in you that wants the collar to be on tonight, and something deeper that wishes it was on even sooner.

But you're still a dom, right?

You're pinned against the wall, paws over your head, leash in my hand. I absolutely ravage your delicious body and you don't do anything but whimper and beg. How bad you want me is obvious to everyone at the party.

But you're not the dom anymore, are you?

You're bent over on our couch, barking and whimpering as you feel my strap ruin you. You begged me for this for so long, and how could I deny those pathetic little puppy eyes of yours?

You're just my puppy now, aren't you?

I take you on a walk, clicking the leash to your collar. You bark in excitement as we leave the house, you blissfully unaware of how conditioned you've been, and just how far you've fallen.

*click click!*

A lot of the tops I know have a favorite toy. Something they've found fits perfectly in their hand and that they reach for first when need arises. Maybe it was a gift from a current or past sub that they treasure. Maybe it was something they spent months saving for. Or, my favorite, it's just reliable. They found it on a whim, and nothing else has ever filled the roll just as well.

Even for the subs, you can comprehend the feeling. You have a favorite toy, or at least type, that you love to have involved in a scene. Is it a shock collar you found together at the pet store? Maybe it's a paddle they can get the perfect swing in with? Or maybe it's a gift you got them. Every time you see it in their hands your heart swells a bit, knowing you did right in finding that for them, putting it in their hands.

I live for a particular moment myself. It's the moment something shifts in a persons eyes and you can tell they've unlocked something new within themselves.

I'll introduce myself to my target in measures. Respectfully. Politely. Just enough forward flirting they know I'm interested in them. I'll take what steps I need to earn their trust. Maybe they just need another sadistic person to vent their feelings to. Someone that knows what it's like for a dom to feel that awful drop after a scene. Or maybe they're a little self conscience, so I'll show my throat at the first opportunity. "I'm not here to be aggressive with you." Whatever it takes, making them feel comfortable is my first priority.

For these first interactions my goal is simple. I just want to be on your mind. I want you to easily drift toward thoughts of me as you go about your day, until you find you can't really shake me from your head.

I'm a patient hunter.

Eventually I'd learn about your toy collection first hand. "Which is your favorite?" I'd ask with the softest purr on my lips, watching your expression as your eyes drift over each.

As I share my own experiences from the past, how long before you're considering what those subs felt under me? How many months of careful guided conversations would it take before you began to grow curious about how I might dom?

I'll make the first move when I see that curiosity start to grow. Maybe I'll let a tone slip into my voice. Maybe I'll call you 'baby' in that sweet, delicate way I do with animals. Maybe I'll just let my eyes linger on the delicate parts of you with just a little too much hunger in my gaze.

You were already thinking about me. Now I'm an intrusive thought. Invading your mind in quiet moments and tempting you with the suggestion of "what if?"

One day, I'll push you and you wont push back.

When I hunt I'm after a certain type. Stone tops, the confident switch, I love them but they are not my focus with this. There's certain type of dom that just fell into the roll and never found their way into anything else. Someone that's spent so long focusing on others they've lost all perception of themselves, their needs, their desires. Even just their curiosities.

That toy, your favorite? Imagine it in my hands.

Since I learned it was your favorite I've spent the time learning how to use it myself.

I'm going to break you with it.

It's not even going to be hard.

I'll spend hours chipping away the shell of who you were until there's nothing left. You wont try and struggle out from under me. You wont pull at the restraints.

You'll cry for me. I'll wrench every vocalization from you until all that's left are your ragged breaths.

When I'm done you'll find peace in the crook of my throat. After a time you'll start to come back to yourself, a goofy smile on your face, a new gleam in your expression. I'll ease you through your first sub drop until you feel confident to stand on your feet again.

Weeks, maybe months later you'll reach for that toy, once more eager to play with a sub. Instead your hand will wrap around its handle and you'll be yanked back to that evening with me. Do you think your aggression will survive intact when you can't touch a toy without dropping into subspace? I'll make sure that our single evening together is all you can ever associate it with.

Your favorite toy, forever stained.

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a low-cut tank top, a choker, super short shorts with no underwear, and my knee-high converse. it isn’t long before she breaks, and I’m sitting on his lap grinding against his cock through my underwear when it happens.

“mmgh… stupid slutty girl…!”

I freeze. I fumble to come up with some excuse and tell him I’m crossdressing, that this is sex between two femboys, that I’m actually totally owning him right now, but it’s all totally unconvincing…

“you’re not a fucking boy,” he pants. “you wish you could be a boy like me, but you’re not. you’re a horny tomboy.”

I know you're a Dom... I know Honey~

But, down here? Between my legs under my desk? Nobody but the two of us will know just how good you're being for me~

You can serve and service and worship all you like, leaving those ideas of domination at the door so you can finally take a load off and relax~

Just feel my hands playing with your hair while you go to work on my girldick and know that this is exactly where you need to be right now~

Just feel good knowing you're making me feel good Sweetheart~

Right now , you don't need to be a dom

Right now, you don't need to think

20 minutes later she's bent over in a stall in the bars bathroom while I slam into her cervix over and over again, I slap her ass while telling her to tighten her cunt so she can properly milk my throbbing girl cock