sometimes you replay a night over and over again in your head trying to understand it and piece together what you're missing and it just doesn't ever make sense. so all you can do is just trust in Her. know that She owns you. know that She knows what's best for you. and be grateful.
she groans with relief. she's waited for months. her desperate rutting slows to a stop.
i drop her deeper. i take the memory from her.
she comes up confused. she's so wet. she's physically sated. but mentally, she's frustrated. she's incredibly aroused. she's so obedient.
she groans with relief. she's waited for months. her desperate rutting slows to a stop.
i drop her deeper. i take the memory from her.
she comes up confused. she's so wet. she's physically sated. but mentally, she's frustrated. she's incredibly aroused. she's so obedient.
wolf ears and tail surgery when. when wolf ears and tail surgery. and knot also. wolf ears and tail and knot surgery please ok. enhanced senses sure. yeah. let's do that. when are we getting it
okay but organic cage that locks over a girls cock and squeezes, vibrates, massages, teases her all throughout the day. Organic cage that extends a tendril back and inside her hole to massage her prostate and make her leak pathetically all day especially when sheβs in front of her crush send skeet
GIG JOB PILL DISPOSAL GIRL
A short story about desperation, drugs, and being shaved down into your most commodifiable shape.
Mind the CW's.
archiveofourown.org/works/92821881readonlymind.com/@Vivian_Burn...
Yes, mother-in-law, you can invite yourself to stay with us for an entire week at an incredibly inconvenient time
And I will command your daughter to kneel and feed her dog treats after she finishes polishing my boots in front of you
Sorry, I dΜΆoΜΆnΜΆ'ΜΆtΜΆ make the rules.
Grabbing a girl's muzzle without consent is basically rape
Your fingers weaving between the bars, the look of shock and anger as she tries pathetically to snap at the tips, so close she can taste them but can't touch them
Your grip on her face controlling her whole body, leaving her rage impotent~
Every time i hope it's the feral beast weed that'll make me attack my girlfriends with teeth and claws
and every time it's the soft puppy weed that makes me sit on the floor and paw lovingly at my girlfriends
Today someone called me "the most dedicated hound and service animal I've ever met" and π₯Ίπ₯Ί I'm afraid I'll be basking in that one for the next ten thousand years
Poor puppy struggles so badly when I give it orders it can't follow. Like taking off my boot that's pressed firmly into its soft thigh.
Especially when each time it fails I just press harder, and harder, and harder, until it can't even kneel while it scrabbles to try to follow orders.
"It's okay," I sigh, and ruffle her hair. "I know. That woman's gone."
she doesn't understand the words, but she's calmed by my touch and my tone. she leans her muzzle against my thigh. "you're a good dog."
I reminisce about her cunning. The times she got the upper hand. The way she'd find my soft spots and "twist the knife."
she looks up with glassy eyes, "i believe you, Sir. i just. don't remember." her voice is small and apologetic.
Indirect kiss, but it's you feverishly worshipping the implements that are about to obliterate your mind, and all those who came before you, having been in the exact same position.
There's always something to be said for the will to obey.
Training and conditioning, you've always been told, is about modulation of instinctive reaction. To you, the idea is clear - If you flinch, it's a failure. If you beg for mercy, if you cry, you could've been stronger for Her.