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CW: Heat, Overstimulation (somewhat)

I woke up this morning and said to my Master- after two hours of feeling unbelievably cosy in bed this morning, idly grinding against the mattress- that this might end up being a heat weekend. I don't fully subscribe to the idea of having a heat cycle, or at least if I do it's not at all a consistant one, but sometimes I can just feel this seemingly never ending wave of feral arousal just looming on the horizon before it happens.

It starts slow. A dull ache between my legs, wanting to grind against any surface to relieve the ache but still retaining the ability to think and remain aware of my actions. Then gradually, the haze sets in. Thoughts narrowed down to thinking only about being used for my true purpose- to be bred and filled until all I can do is bark.

I told my Master as much. How I wanted to go upstairs and grind against the machine until I couldn't take it anymore and had to fuck myself until I was brain dead. Asked Him to talk me down out of these lewd thoughts while I could still think. I knew using the bigger toys that I craved would hurt like hell, and leave me sore again. That it'd be a bad idea, surely. He isn't one to not indulge though. He told me to go upstairs and do just as I wanted to, to grind against His knot until I was begging for Him to breed me. Genuinely didn't realise how badly my body was craving it. I started by using my mouth on the toy to make it slick (just for ease), and immediately was assaulted by how that bed and room already smelled of sex from the last time we had a session. I was whining and drooling around the toy, taking it as far as I could until I was choking, desperate to have my cunt on it instead. When I turned and finally started to grind my cunt against the toy, tip catching against my clit every time I moved, it's like my brain shut off fully. I was driven by instinct to chase the sensation, my body moving on it's own. I stayed like that, getting so close to cumming just from grinding but unable to push myself over the edge, until I was sobbing to my Master for Him to breed me. It took two (2) minutes before I was begging. After twenty (20) I was crying, saying I'd do anything if He'd just fuck me already.

When He finally allowed me to fuck myself, I didn't even turn the machine on- just fucked myself back on it until the knot was forced into me with alarming ease.

I was cumming within minutes, any executive thought utterly gone after I turned the machine on. I spent an hour fucking myself until I physically couldn't handle anymore. I took a short break, weighing up if my body finally felt done, only to come to the conclusion I needed more. I tried to send Master another recording, fucking myself with the machine in my cunt and the king cock dildo in my mouth. Despite cumming myself to tears, it didn't record. Our general rule is if a recording doesn't send, I have to repeat it. I did, and came so suddenly it left me in a brief state of teary shock. My bed was soaked, my whole body felt weightless, and my head finally felt empty. The whole time, I wore a hoodie I plan on sending to Master. I hope He likes the scent of His prey.

After using tumblr for Gods know how many years, it seems appropriate to finally include an introduction for anyone curious.

Name: Lee

Location: England, UK

Age: 27

Pronouns: He/They/It

Favourite Colours: Prussian Blue, jewel tones, gold/brass.

Favourite Songs: Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls, First Love by The Macabees (specifically a paper animated interation on YouTube), and Escape by Rupert Holmes

Favourite Books: The Poison Diaries by Maryrose Wood, Fractal Noise by Christopher Paolini

Available for Sharing: Not currently

Pansexual, Polyamorous, Enby/Trans masc

My body feels masculine enough that I have no desire to physically transition. I feel comfortable in the body i have as is in terms of gender, how it is percieved is a different issue.

Generally speaking this is a NSFT/NSFW blog. I don't feel a need to separate my horny side from the rest of me- it's a big enough component of my general personality that i'm willing to keep it all together. Minors DNI, this blog is entirely 18+.

I am an owned service sub. I don't like being called by dominant titles at all- it feels disrespectful to my Master to put us as the same status, and just... doesn't suit me in the slightest. He considers me His: His puppy; His cow; His doll; His drone; His court jester; His acolyte; His property.

I don't mind others using submissive titles casually (e.g. pup, puppy), but there should be no expectation of reciprocation behind it.

I'm an open book, provided people turn to the right page. I.e. I'll happily discuss a lot of things about myself, but need prompting first.

Please assume anything not listed as a limit is something I am actively or passively interested in, or simply am unaware of.

Dynamics I'm Interested In:

Priest/acolyte

Master/slave or doll

Captor/captive

Predator/prey

Hive or Hive-Royal/drone

Hard Limits:

Scat

Vomit

Ageplay/DDl

Rejection and being deliberately ignored

Bimboification (specifically in relation to age play)

Forced feminisation (to such a degree it triggers dysphoria) and/or detransition stuff (Specifically as it pertains to kink)

Soft Limits:

Piss (No distinct interest, but also doesn't bother me)

Piercings (I'm fussy with being pierced and would prefer a professional doing it, but the concept is hot)

Savoury food play (awkward and uncomfortable experiences in the past, and also don't touch my food)

I'm not often someone who posts my own thoughts- though i'd like that to change. Any sub-coded posts by me will be colour coded into the main headspaces I tend towards: puppy, cow, doll, drone, jester, and acolyte. All posts will be tagged under #OllyFoxPosts.

Thank you for reading so far- it's appreciated. I'm always open to asks or DMs from anyone.

On the 17th Master and I had our Dynamic Valentine's Day, and ironically we didn't actually end up fucking that day.

Instead, we had a pancake date and watched some Werewolf movies (Master's current fixation) .

Master tried making Japanese style fluffy pancakes, meanwhile I was trying a new heart-shaped pan to make valentine pancakes; I got three out of the pan, before I ended up tossing the whole damn thing and making circles (For a £5 pan I can't really be upset, but it was irritating that the whole thing just fucked itself).

In the end we both had pancakes, and watched Van Helsing (Master's first viewing), and Silver Bullet (My first watch).

Van Helsing was initially a slow burn, but once Master had eaten and we got into the swing of the movie we were both laughing and yelling at the screen. It was so much fun, and I'm glad I got to show Him the movie.

Silver Bullet was a really good watch! I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would, and several times the script surprised me with how funny and blunt it was. We had a good laugh at that one too, and both spent a lot of the movie chatting about the priest's nice ass and absolute slut waist.

CW: Gape mention, mental health mentions, honestly not a lot this is probably one of my tamest posts

I spent the day trying to be productive- lately I've been having a lot of mental health issues, and on this day I was finally feeling back to rights again. With that my libido had sort of... woken back up.

I started whining to Master while He slept that I needed Him. Idly grinding against the mattress or my chair to ease the newfound ache that plagued my productivity. Alas, the day carried on and I dipped out to my friend's house to drop off some brownies; naturally, right as I turned up, He woke up. Safe to say I did not stay long.

"Hurry home so I can make a bitch out of you" He'd said, after having me insist we could be very quick as He did have to get ready for work. He had me gather our usual toys, as well as get the newest one ready to mount on the machine. I also decided to dress up for Him, just to be extra cute~

The moment the clear dildo slipped into me, I was screaming- It'd only been four days since our last session, and I was already so needy and sensitive. The first time I came, I actually jolted the bed so much I knocked the camera down. I didn't notice until after... maybe the fifth time, based on what I can hear listening back. Safe to say when I did notice, I set it up in a much more stable position the second time around.

Once the camera issue was sorted, we switched to the king. Frankly, I don't have many other toys that can help prepare me for the newest one, so it's a good thing we used it. Master clearly wanted to make sure our session wouldn't last as long as usual though, because He turned the machine up so bloody quickly- can practically hear my brain melting while watching back. With how violently the camera was shaking, and how desperately I was screaming, I'm surprised it didn't fall again (hard not to get a little motion sick looking back). Then again, it's hard to not focus on how much I was loving it.

Seeing my own cum leaking from my cunt, hearing my screams muffled by the cushions, watching as my body violently jerks off the machine into a heap on the bed only for me to wake up from my stupor more desperate than before for His cock.

I don't even know if He told me to get back on it, I just know I did despite clearly being almost too weak to hold myself up. He made me cum so hard I collapsed onto my side, cunt sticky and dripping while my body jerked in the aftershocks.

My stomach hurt so damn bad, but I was just too desperate for more to give in to how my body felt.

I set the new toy up on the machine, and thank goodness that Master let me adjust and sink down on it at my own pace. Watching my cunt try to take the sheer size of it... it's insane seeing it from His perspective. It's hard to process seeing my own body handle something so big, seeing the machine stop moving because my cunt was gripping it so damn tightly when I came. It's... intense.

Seeing how gaped it left my cunt, how weak it left me, while still pushing back against it for more... Every time, it has me aching to feel it all over again.

Despite being rammed so roughly with the toy, I was still craving more of the machine. Master had things to do and, as I should always remember...

He gives to me plenty.