holesomestories

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oh puppy don't resist it, you know you want to let it happen. click you know thinking isn't good for you and it makes me so much happier when you're dumbed down. click thats it puppy click give in and don't fight it click go on and bark for me pup click bark like the good mutt you are click get on all fours click such a good puppy click open your mouth click stay click just let me use you how you're intended click good puppy! you seem like you're close already, huh? click wait for permission like you're supposed to. be good for me click fuck, your'e so pretty when click you're needy like this. click now cum for me puppy click cum for your owner click

click

click

click

good mutt click

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Me wanting to get up early to be productive Staying up till three reading smut I gotta put me first 😤

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Fear can provide pleasure. To seek fear is to seek the boundaries of one's sensory experience.

- Doctor (Shmullus)

Star Trek : Voyager

S2 E 23 The Thaw

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Bed's Aren't For Sleeping

It’s so warm here in this bed

Lying next to you

But I don’t feel tired at all

I feel a burning warmth between my thighs

How could I get tired when I know your cock would be hard for me in seconds?

I turn to look at you

Your cute, stupid face, completely unaware of my plans

“Baby roll over,” I whisper into your ear

You stir, but still have that dumb look

“Roll. Over.”

I command you this time, which gets me the desired effect

I press myself into your back and bring my hand firmly against your chest

“That’s a good boy…”

“Hmm?” You mumble as my hand slowly drags down

My fingers graze gently over the weak outline in your boxers, and I feel your body shiver against me

“Wha-” My other hand clamps over your mouth before you can make another sound

“Don’t resist.”

I push my hand beneath your boxers and pull out your cock, already firming against my touch

“This is mine.”

“Mhmph.”

You nod your head vigorously, and I grin to myself

I stroke you, slowly at first

“So hard already… you’re pathetic.”

“Mmf!”

I move faster now, my grip moving up and down to the beat of your labored breaths against my fingers

“Mnngh hmhngh…”

“You’re getting close already? Fucking pervert.”

I move my hand down, gripping and tugging on your balls

“Anngh!”

You yelp, and I ease my hold, cooing into your ear

“Shhh, you were just too excited. It’s okay, I forgive you.”

My fingers rise back to the tip of your cock, collecting the small stream of pre-cum you made for me

“Clean up this mess.”

I push my wet fingers into your mouth, coating your tongue with your own fluid

“Aah, please… please let me cum.”

I giggle and grip your face between the fingers of one hand, squeezing your cheeks together

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? But it’s not your cock, not anymore. You don’t get to say.”

I slam your back against the mattress, straddling you with a laugh as I see the mix of terror and desire in your eyes

“No… I think you’re gonna have to wait all night.”

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Me, vibrating out of my skin a few hours after posting a fic:

I don't need comments right away! I'm cool!

*checks email*

I know people have lives. It takes time.

*refreshes AO3*

I uh, wrote it for myself really. Just the act of writing is self-fulfilling enough.

*looks at tumblr activity*

I have enough self-worth to not be totally dependent on external validation.

*phone buzzes with an email notification. Lunges over desk, knocking down monitor, spilling calming tea all over keyboard in order to reach it*

Email: Spam.

*blinks away tears*

Uh... yeah. *cough* Like I said, I don't need comments. I'm cool.

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My First Session With Mistress

Running down the street, I manage to catch my bus with less than a second to spare.

Why did I have to leave at the last second?

I berate myself as I take a seat, breathing hard against the deep thud of my heart in my chest. But even as my breathing slows, the thudding in my heart remains, still pounding in my head.

I can’t believe I almost let myself be late.

The day I’m finally going to see her.

My saliva feels gummy in my mouth as I wait outside the door to her building. I feel as though every second I wait brings me that much closer to my head exploding. I jump when I feel my phone vibrate. It’s simple instructions.

Buzz 1438.

The door is unlocked.

Enter when you’re ready to serve.

I thank her silently. If they were any more difficult I don’t know if I could have understood them with how foggy my head is.

She probably knew to expect that.

I buzz the number and tread inside, my mind spinning as I slowly ascend the stairs, and find the right door. Am I ready? As I’ll ever be.

Finally, my thoughts go quiet. As I enter, I see her immediately.

She’s sitting in a black, latex catsuit, with dozens of buckles and shiny silver buttons organized neatly across her sides and bulging chest, her legs crossed in a beautiful, endless stream of black shine that ends in pointed stiletto-heeled boots.

I recognize the leather chair she’s sitting on from our calls, the throne I’ve envied for its purpose in her life.

Her steely gaze bores holes right through me. I can’t feel my legs anymore.

Her red lips portray the smallest hint of a smile before parting.

“Shut the door, then kneel.”

I hurriedly do as she says, dropping to my knees, and pressing my forehead into the cool floor.

“Come. Kneel at my feet.”

I crawl towards her without looking up, fearing I’ve already made a mistake.

“Now…”

I feel the bottom of her boot press into the back of my head. I whimper as my whole body trembles beneath me.

“What should I do with a degenerate pervert like you?”