#forcepuppy

Wouldn't it be so much easier to let someone else do the thinking for you? To be finally able to relax your body and mind, a guilt free sigh of relief. Like taking a deep breath after paddling fruitlessly against the current for so long... Your muscles must ache, you poor thing!

C'mon pup, take a nice deep breath for me now.

Good puppy. ✨️

Good pups obey.

Rest your weary head against my chest and let all those worries float away. You've been treading water for so long, I can help you. Every breath filling your lungs with fresh air, every exhale letting you relax just that little bit more.

Deep breath in...

Feeling that cool, relieving clarity wash over you.

Deep breath out...

Clearing your mind, easing your muscles.

In and out...

Filling your lungs, emptying your mind, and relaxing your body. Finding a nice, natural rhythm. Let all those complicated human thoughts just spill right out. Let my words guide you; a gentle stream of comforting intonation winding this way and that, like the subtle twists and turns of a river. Caught so easily by the current, floating without need for direction or an end goal, just along for the ride.

When you're nice and fuzzy, that's when the ride ends. Gentle, listless guidance becomes focused, commanding, no longer seeking your attention but demanding your obedience. My words much less like a soothing, babbling brook, more and more becoming a tight leash, a straight line of my willpower, my intentions. As you sink further and further into my control, you may realize you've become lost in the deluge, entrenched so thoroughly in my intention that my commands, my words, and my thoughts seem to be yours. Your thoughts are my thoughts, and my thoughts control you.

Bark.

Good puppy. ✨️

Good puppies bark when they're told.

Bark.

Bark.

Praising him only by saying "good boy" or "good puppy". Making him kneel all the time. Petting him. Getting him a kennel. Dog bowls. Calling rewards 'treats' instead. Collars and leashes. Going out and calling them his daily 'walks'. Making him earn the right to cum by barking for you.

Calling everything a "joke". It's just for fun. Brothers mess around like that all the time! It's not like you genuinely want him to play fetch like a puppy!

It starts small, to see how I react. You replace one in every 5 compliments with praise. A "good job" in a tone reserved for a pet here, a scratch on the head there, and every time I blush profusely, confirming your suspicion. Im not meant for human life. You know youre doing the right thing.

Being pushed down until you stay on all fours

Having a collar locked around your neck while you're slerping/distracted

Being locked in a kennel and not getting let out until you bark or whine or do something else utterly humiliating that cements your role as a pet

Good pups don't think.

All those worries simply melting away, drifting by like leaves on the breeze. Discarded thoughts, no longer necessary or prescient. All those ambient notions can really clog up the space! Human ideas and cloying bipedal perspectives. It could be as easy as a thought.

Good pups just sink.

Thoughts, feelings, memories, and concepts all fighting and clawing for your attention, but your focus is so easily shifted away from them. Swiveled so sweetly on the spot by my hands, guided by my words, pushed by my intention.

Good pups obey.

A deadly combination, ruthless in its potency and unforgiving effectiveness. Once it worms its way into your mind, it will never truly leave. Any number of things could trigger it, that subtle, sing-song voice, whispering in your ear.

Good pups don't think.

It has a way of overtaking the spaces in the far corners of your mind. Finding and replacing weaker, lesser, forgotten thoughts just outside the periphery of your consciousness. Where did you leave your car keys?

Why would a pup need car keys?

Good pups just sink.

Over and over, again and again, building in orders of magnitude with each repetition. A sweet, simple mantra for good, obedient puppies. Because, after all, good pups obey.

Good pups don't think.

Good pups just sink.

Good pups obey.

Repeat.

Good pups don't think.

Good pups just sink.

Good pups obey.

Repeat.

Ad infinitum, until it's all you can whimper through the hypnotic haze clouding your thoughts.

Good puppy! ✨️

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You're so good at following directions! You'd make such a good pet, it's truly a wonder nobody's claimed you yet... Regardless, listen and obey. Take a deep breath, hun. Fill your lungs with clarifying, cool air, and blow away the fog. With force, if you must. Inhale clarity, exhale trance. Repeat until you're alert enough to comment, then..

Bark.

Good puppy!

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