Enter if you dare

"Oh I bet you would love to stick your nose in here wouldn't you?"

"This would be so much easier if I had a good mutt to use as a toy."

When he reaches above his head for anything and I catch a glimpse of that round, hairy belly I just want to bury my face in there. I just wanna grope and kiss and bite his stomach. I want to massage and bite his soft pecs and I want to suck his cock and feel the weight of his stomach on top of my head. I want to get flipped over and get my face fucked and all my eyes can see is his belly, suffocating me each time he thrusts forward. I want to be mounted like a dog and feel the weight of his belly pressed against my back, I want my whole body covered and enveloped by him and his weight. I want to sit on his lap facing him, squishing our bellies together as I grind on him and whimper and moan for him prettily. I want to lie my head on his lap for a nap and face inwards towards his stomach and feel warm and soft and tight. He's got the perfect muscle gut and I need to touch it so badly.

if i were to do this the first thing i’d do is teach the poor thing what insolence gets them. when they mouth off, i’ll tie them down with their legs spread and use a wand vibrator on them until they’re teary-eyed and shaking and about to cum. then i’ll pull away to their horror. they might yell, or beg, or cry, but i won’t give them what they want. i put away the toys and untie them once they’ve fallen into sullen silence. “not so cocky now, are you?”

i’d repeat this every time they act disrespectful: restrain them, drag them mercilessly to the edge of orgasm, stop. over and over and over again, no matter what they beg for or promise me. i’d keep doing it until they’ve learned to keep their mouth shut. until they’ve been conditioned to associate disobedience with torturous need.

then i’d stop doing anything at all. i won’t react when they act like an insolent brat. i won’t give them any pleasure at all. it’s even worse than edging—at least that way, they got to feel good for a little bit. now, they have no way to get any stimulation. they might throw a fit at first, sure. but eventually, they’ll learn that what they need to do is beg. earnestly, humiliatingly beg in front of me for even a second of pleasure. make them do the most degrading tasks for me, make them crawl and show off, until there’s not a drop of disobedience in their eyes.