#shock collar

[lustfilth]

[conditioned-to-obey]

Watching the fear bloom in her eyes as I fasten the shock collar around her neck and remind her we always charge our "toys" in this house.

[thewhumpening-thesequel]

Whumpee silently patrols Whumper's property, a muzzle tight on their face. It itches underneath the straps but Whumpee isn't allowed to touch it. They've been stripped of their humanity, as if never human in the first place. Whumpee trotted like a well-trained dog, alert for intruders.

A thick shock collar encircles their neck, pinching the skin around the clip. Squeezing their throat like a consistent reminder of their entrapment. It took years for Whumpee to become like this, an aggressive guard dog that could be left unsupervised for weeks without any attempt to run.

Whumper would always tell they how well they did, even letting them inside for a couple of hours if they caught a trespasser. Early on, Whumpee wasn't appreciative of that. It took them being left tied to a stake in an uncovered part of the property for a whole year for them to learn that lesson.

They were not a pet, they were not an art piece, they were not meant to be loved or given luxury. Yet, Whumper would give them scratches on the top of their head, stroke their cheeks and praise them. They gave them sweets, once in a while, treated them like a thing to be cared for and not a tool.

Whumpee's feet are rough and cut up, freckles fleck their skin, and their hair bleached by the sun. Dirt clings to their skin, gravel dust colouring the ends of their limbs. Scars litter their skin like little reminders of their failures and slights.

They curl up under the house's porch, some nights. Right at the edge, so they can watch from someplace covered. Whumpee looks up at the stars. Those little lights, twinkling up in the sky, oh so free, call to them. And, yet, Whumpee knows they'll never reach the sky. They'll go with the ashy dust, settling into a random corner, trapped.

One day, there's a trespasser. However, this one seems... familiar. It bugs Whumpee but they push past it. It's not their job to think about things like that, it's their job to protect their master and their property. Whumpee growls, ignoring the person's worried and confused facial expression.

Caretaker didn't recognize Whumpee when they first saw them. It's like an animal had taken over Whumpee's body. The sounds they were making nothing short of animalistic. Caretaker stumbled back when the other lunged. Their eyes glance to the deck, where Whumper stands with a smug grin.

[whump-queen]

I like the idea of a shock collar being like training wheels for a whumpee.

It’s a big deal when whumper can finally switch it out for a silken new one or even a sturdy leather one. 

Imagine the reveal of a whumpee’s new collar. The praise they’d receive from the other whumpers at a fancy event—for being such a good boy. Perhaps it makes their skin crawl. Or maybe it makes them proud.

Imagine whumpers at the party seeing a pet with an ugly shock collar still locked around their neck and judging instantly. They know it’s been bad. Maybe the pet had messed up that week. Maybe it’d been a bit too clumsy or a bit too stupid. Maybe disobeyed orders, or god forbid tried to escape. Rumors spread quickly amongst a half-drunk, gossiping crowd. 

Whumper blames whumpee, of course, saying it’s all their fault. How bad they are for forcing whumper’s hand, for making them lock that ugly thing back around their pet’s throat. How useless and worthless they are, that they have to embarrass whumper like this. 

But they will wear their shame. And they will bear the painful consequences of that tempting little remote in whumper’s pocket. All. Night. Long. 

[zilluzion]

bzzzzzt! another thundery themed monthly reward for Dani!

[path3ticmutt]

Human shock collars are hot. Plain and simple. Stray too far from owner? Shock!

Cumming without permission? Bzzt!

Being bratty and mouthing off? Spzzts!

Maybe owner just wants you to squirm and whine so she just shocks you for her amusement! >\\>

[worlds-smuttiest-epsilon]

What if there was a collar for voice training where whenever you lost the girl voice it would shock you. As you get better at it it would slowly dial in on what is/isn’t acceptable

[puppygirl-bixxi]

i think wearing a shock collar and being trained to be the perfect puppy for my owner would fix me.

need to learn how to rut properly, to hump a girl’s leg just enough so that i almost cum. but, my owner takes it away at the last moment every single time. getting a swift shock through my body if i continue. all i can do for her is grind my hips uselessly against whatever she commands me to use. her thighs, her pillow, her abs, or even the friend she brought in to show off her new puppy to. she even gives them the remote to my collar to see what tricks i can do…

all the while this poor pup is forced to whine, beg, and bark. leaking again and again and again for my owner. every zap of electricity forces me to stop. it messes with my brain, i lose focus every time she does it. whenever i build a tolerance, all she does is go up to the next level.

zzt! zap! zzzz! zhht!

eventually, i can’t even wear panties properly without the friction making me excited. my mistress owner forcing them off of me once she sees what it’s doing to me. “puppies don’t need human clothes,” she says “you just bark for mommy… you serve her.”

before i get a change to uselessly beg, she tugs on my leash. i yelp and bark, and i try to open my mouth to ask her to let me cu- ztt!

-the thought… i can’t remember anymore. she leads me by the leash to my dog bed. it’s all messy, it smells like wet fur and precum. i want to sleep with her, it’s safer up in her sheets. i struggle and be- zzt! -but i- zap! -plea- zzttt!!

when i wake up, i can’t remember what’s happening… i something. i try to move my paws, but suddenly they’re slammed back onto bed (the bed!) by familiar, tender hands. she’s gripping so tightly, i can’t move my arms. i try to bark but end up whining and moaning.

then.. the rest of my senses come back. i can feel her again and again… she’s pumping her cock inside of me. i can feel how she stretches me out. how bolts of pleasure make me writhe underneath her. i haven’t stopped leaking since she started using my body. all i get to do is drool all over the sheets as she uses her puppy for her true purpose: a cocksleeve.

building and building, her dick throbbing inside of me. i need it i need it i need it, is all that whispers in my brain. it comes out as useless barking and whining. “i’m gonna fucking cum, puppy… make mommy proud, cum with me.. squirt all over like a good pup should!”. she pounds into me and i can’t help it, i never could, there’s no more collar to stop me. with one final thrust she sheathes inside of me, warmth flooding through as i finally let go. i’m shaking and crying as i cum all over her perfect bedsheets. our two seeds dripping together underneath my legs. it keeps going and going and going.. i can’t stop almost. it feels like it goes on forever, for too long. it makes my brain go blank… the only thing lighting up my brain being pure, blissful, pleasure.

by the time i wake up, i only hear one noise

zzt!

[angrylittleghostinacup]

Whumper getting tired of Whumpee mouthing off to them so they put a shock collar on them. Any noise made by them makes the collar go off, sending electric shocks through Whumpees body.

By angrylittleghostinacup

[fleur-a-whump]

Overloaded (#1)

Preventative Measures

so like. this is a thing. been toying with this little guy in my head for a few weeks and like, almost nothing is concrete but I'm hoping I'll turn it into a series.

content: ex-villain whumpee, hero/leader whumper, manipulative whumper, just like a LOT of manipulation, collars/collaring, referenced electrocution, low self esteem, subtle threats, guilt trips

I've never done this before, let me know if I missed something!!

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Villain has finally been given a chance. A chance to prove he's more than what the whole city has always thought of him, more than what his father raised him to be. He wanted to do good in the world. The heroes were finally giving him a chance to be more than they've always thought of him. 

...or so he thought.

He gulps as he stares at the shock collar in Team Leaders hands. It's a small thing, sleek and unassuming. But he knows exactly what it is because Team Leader had shown him how it worked.  The man is currently speaking to him nonchalantly. Villain should really be listening to the hero that holds the key to a better life. But that collar... shakes Villain's faith in Team Leader. Just a little.

"Villain," the man says shortly. Impatiently. Shit.

Villain jumped to attention, nerves only growing worse. 

"Sorry, sorry! I'm just-just a little confused. I thought... I was a part of the team..." He tries to keep the heartbreak out of his voice. He doesn't quite succeed. 

"If you'd listen..." the Team Leader sighed deeply. Villain was going to throw up. 

Team Leader began again, speaking slowly as if to a child. Or a stupid person. Villain thinks he fell into the latter column. "I was just saying this will help you better mesh with the team. I'm sure you've noticed people are a little nervous with you around."

Hostile. Villain would use the word hostile.

"Given your past, everything you've done," the man drawled. Villain can't hold back a wince. 

"So, to ease their worries, and allow them to see how great I know you can be, this is just a little precautionary measure. A bit of a show."

Ryan swallowed thickly.

"So... It wouldn't be used..."

He tries to keep himself from thinking about electricity burning the sensitive skin of his throat as it shoots down his spine and into his skull to paralyze him. He's familiar enough with the feeling; he doesn't need to imagine it.

Team Leader gives him an easy smile. "As long as there are no issues, of course not."

"...Issues?"

"Oh, stuff that'll never happen. Just breaking any of the rules."

Villain arched his brow, slightly dubious. "Rules.”

"Yeah, like, follow orders, don't fraternize with any of your old contacts, don't leave our level, don't work unsupervised, don't harm the team. Stuff you've been doing this whole time."

"Wait, don't leave the level?

"I mean, that's pretty obvious, bud. If we can't see you, we can't know that you're following the rest of the rules."

He nods mutely, gaze wandering. this whole thing just. He didn't know. It hurt.

Team Leader gently tilted his head up. "Villain, I'm only doing this because I trust you. I know you'd never do anything that could jeopardize your place here."

He doesn't trust that Villain is a hero though, obviously. That he's good. Because Villain could never be good. Not now. Not after all he's done. 

No, he can only hope to do good. And the only way he'll be able to do that is with the team. If this is what it takes to ease his team into working with him, if this is what it takes for him to stay, then he'll do it.

"O-okay."

"Atta boy, Villain! I knew you could do it, man."

Villain nods, trying to give him a smile.

Team Leader moves towards him all too quickly, and he can't help the flinch. The man doesn't seem to notice—or at least he doesn't acknowledge it—and is soon once again gently tilting Villain's chin up from where it had fallen. 

Villain fights the urge to lean into the touch.

While he's distracted, Team Leader swiftly brings the collar, already disengaged and bent open at the hinges, and presses it to Villain's skin. 

Villain jolts at the cold metal and fights to swallow as it's closed around his neck.

The locking mechanism clicks right up against his spine. He can't help the shudder that trickles down his back at the finality of the sound.

"I'm so proud of you, bud," Team Leader says with a big smile and a ruffle of Villain's shaggy curls.

The tightness in his chest eases, just a little. A little part of him flares in anger at how easily he's comforted. He doesn't deserve the comfort.

But he's trying. The collar now fit snuggly around his neck, like it was made for him, is proof of that.

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ps ex-villain whumpee on the hero team but whumped by the hero team is my all-time favorite trope and it is so hard to find I have finally hit the point of needing to produce my own story to scratch the itch

[whumpshaped]

concept: whumpee with a shock collar, except whumper uses it to program them into being affectionate and touchy and “sweet” until whumpee is terrified at a lack of physical touch and clings to whumper like they’ll die the second they let go. <3

and maybe if/when they get out of there, they’re shaking the whole time because whumper isn’t there to touch them!! and whumpee can’t ask caretaker to do it in their stead because good pets don’t ask for things. good pets sit there and take it. as they deserve.

- 🎉

tw conditioning, shock collar, electrocution, captivity, pet whump, intimate whumper, muzzled, dehumanisation

“Come on, sweet. I’m not asking for a lot here.”

Whumpee glared up at their captor, the muzzle making it impossible to cuss them out. They weren’t going to lay their head in that demon’s lap. No fucking chance.

“Nothing bad would happen to you,” they went on. “I would pet your hair, maybe, because I don’t think I can stand not to. But other than that? Nothing at all.”

Whumpee braced themself for the shock. They could withstand it. They had, for at least five times now. It wasn’t that bad.

“Okay, just one more thing, and then I’ll shut up and just shock you some more.” Whumper raised the remote, showing Whumpee the buttons. “You know there are multiple levels to this, right? And that you’re on level one right now?”

Okay. That… that didn’t cross their mind. Whumper must’ve seen their surprise, because they gave them a few more moments to consider their choice. When they didn’t comply, they sighed and turned it up a notch.

“Suit yourself.”

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Whumpee had been glued to Caretaker’s side ever since the rescue. They were a shivery, trembling mess, babbling incoherently about how they needed Master, how they couldn’t go to prison, because they needed them, needed to be there in their lap, and at their feet, and in their bed, and under their desk. Wherever. It didn’t matter, so long as they got to touch them.

Caretaker let them babble, gently petting their hair whenever they broke down crying. It wasn’t the same. Caretaker didn’t have the remote. The collar wasn’t even around their neck anymore, not really, but they could feel it, the memory of the prongs digging into their skin and promising pain beyond comprehension.

They didn’t let Caretaker go anywhere without them. They were the clingiest pet, just as they’d been taught, and progress was very slow with all the panic attacks they’d been having whenever Caretaker tried to push them a little.

There was no collar to train them. No Master to tell them what was right and wrong. Only the maddening uncertainty of ‘I don’t know, Whumpee, I really think we should try again’.

They rubbed their bare neck, watching helplessly as Caretaker took a few steps away from their bed. They were cautious and slow, constantly murmuring praise as they went. They didn’t get to the door before Whumpee jumped out of bed and ran after them, collapsing at their feet in a sobbing, apologetic heap.

[tictac-murder-spaghetti]

Whumpee with a shock collar but it’s genuinely just one for a dog so it has a safety release buckle and every time whumper tries to drag them around/yank them/shove them with it… it pops off

Neither of them are really expecting it to keep happening

[whump-in-the-closet]

Villain stumbled forward. “No—oh god, no.” Their blood turned to ice, horror spearing through them. Anything but this.

Hero dragged Villain’s sidekick behind them, a finger hooked through the protégé’s metal collar— a suppressor for their abilities, but tightened to the point of bruising. Hero kicked Villain’s sidekick into the ground, nodding to Villain. “Found them a few weeks ago. Lost and drunk and hating the world.”

Villain took a shaking step forward, eyes on the pile of trembling clothes that was Sidekick.

“A pity that someone so young is already trying to destroy the world.”

“Sidekick?” Villain whispered.

No answer.

Then. “What did you do to them?” It came out as a snarl.

Hero grabbed Sidekick’s jaw, forcing them to look up. They turned their face towards Villain, allowing Villain a good look at the bruises. At the black eye. At the open gash that ran across their forehead. At the sharp cut that sliced from lip to chin. Smaller knife-cuts down their throat.

Sidekick sobbed, closing their eyes. They mouthed, I’m sorry. Again and again. I’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry—

Hero smiled. “I re-educated them.”

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumpee came in carrying the mail and looked through it so they could separate it the way Whumper liked.

Whumper came in angrily and grabbed Whumpee's arm and pulled them aside.

"Who said you could go outside?", Whumper hissed.

"Mas-Master please, you-you're hurting me", Whumpee winced as Whumper squeezed tighter.

"Who do you think you are?", Whumper shoved Whumpee causing them to fall.

"I-I'm sorry, it's been one of my duties for a long time to retrieve the mail and separate it for you", Whumpee looked up from the floor.

"You still have to ask permission to leave this house, why all of a sudden today you don't ask. Regardless if you are doing a chore or not", Whumper frowned, "are you getting bold? Do you think you don't have to ask anymore? Are you to comfortable?"

"No, please Master", Whumpee panicked, "it only slipped my mind today. It won't happen again. Please forgive me."

"Trust me, I know it won't happen again. I'll give you something to remember this by", Whumper grinned.

"Please Master, I didn't mean to go against you.... I'm sorry", Whumpee bowed lowely to the floor, "please, I'm begging have mercy on me."

Whumper reached down and grabbed a fistful of hair and started to drag Whumpee through the house to the living room.

Whumpee grimaced as the struggled behind Whumper.

"I've been waiting for you to mess up", Whumper suddenly chuckled, "now I get to use my new toy."

Whumper gave one more harsh pull, causing Whumpee to fall forward to the floor. Their face bumping into the couch.

They quickly got up and cowarded away.

"New... new toy", they eyed an open box on the couch, "Master, you're making me nervous."

"Good", Whumper sat down on the couch and pulled the box closer, "come here."

Whumpee gulped. It took every ounce of their strength to crawl to Whumper's feet. Their limbs shook as they looked at the floor.

Whumper pulled something around their neck and tightened it in the back. Whumpee heard the sound of something being locked.

"Master, wh-what are you doing to me?", Whumpee felt it suddenly difficult to swallow.

"Come with me", Whumper stood and started to go to the back of the house.

Whumper pointed at the door.

"Walk through that door, go outside now", Whumper grinned.

Whumpee backed away, "no please", Whumpee sobbed, fully knowing what was about to happen. Metal prongs dug into their neck as they sniffled some snot up their nose.

"I said go out that door", Whumper commanded "don't make me throw you out."

Whumpee swallowed hard, they took small steps toward the door.

"Go ahead", Whumper ordered.

Whumpee took a deep breath and stepped through the doorway.

They realized as they stood on the other side that nothing happened.

They turned quickly and gave a weird look to Whumper.

"Nothing happened because you had my permission to go out... got it", Whumper grinned, "that collar is, in fact, a shock collar. You will be shocked if you leave this house without my permission, I have to manually turn it off before you go out. I can also remotely shock you."

Whumpee felt nauseated from the fear they had just went through.

"I think I'm going to be sick", Whumpee rubbed their stomach, "that was cruel, this is all cruel."

"Do you want to be zapped?", Whumper frowned as Whumpee quickly shook their head no, "that's what I thought."

Whumpee looked down at the ground.

"Get back in here", Whumper commanded, "get back to work."

Whumpee quickly came back in.

Whumpee had a hard time getting use to the collar, it was fitted too tightly. It was thick and hard to move in, and the metal prongs dug into their skin.

Whumper came in to see them scratching underneath the collar.

Whumpee mumbled something before turning and jumping when they saw Whumper.

"You care to repeat yourself?", Whumper frowned.

"No", Whumpee said with a note of frustration.

"Check your attitude", Whumper took a closer look at the collar and Whumpee's irritated neck.

"Come here, I guess I did make it too tight", Whumper frowned, "I know it's uncomfortable, but you'll get use to it."

Whumpee took a frustrated sigh, then wiped a tear away.

"This much fuss over the shock collar? I don't even have it in a big setting", Whumper frowned.

"It's not just the collar. It's everything. I'm frustrated, can't you fu... freaken get that", Whumpee yelled, "I'm held here against my will. I slave over this entire house without so much as a thankyou or some sort of reward. I make one mistake, and now I'm wearing a freaken dog collar with the threat of getting shocked. I'm frustrated. You hurt me today, not a physical hurt either. It's deeper than that."

Whumper listened. They felt a little guilt twinge at their heart.

"You do freaken realize today is.... no, never mind. I'm not going to ask you for sympathy. Just let me calm down... please", Whumpee almost stormed off, "am I dismissed?"

Whumper stepped aside and let them through.

Whumper quickly went to their calendar.

"What the heck did I forget.... oh", Whumper frowned, "birthday and their anniversary of being here. I'm an idiot."

Whumper rounded the corner and saw Whumpee watching out the open front window.

They heard tiny sobs coming from Whumpee.

"Whumpee I'm going to go out for a bit. Try to relax a little", Whumper's guilt was eating them alive, "I won't be long."

Whumpee just nodded. They wiped another tear away.

Whumper now stood in front of the books. They already had a cake, ice cream, and a few other things in the cart. They had hopes of making it up to Whumpee.

Yes, Whumpee was held hostage and used as a slave, but everyone deserved to enjoy their birthday.

"I know they like to read, they're constantly looking at the magazines when they come in", Whumper looked over some of the covers, "but what the heck do they like to read."

They finally picked out two books they thought may be interesting. They then made a stop in the toy aisle.

"Whumpee often looks at these when they come to the store with me", Whumper looked over the stuffed toys, "this one looks good", Whumper looked one over.

Whumpee had calmed down enough to start cleaning again.

"At least they aren't here to bother me", Whumpee whispered, "I knew they'd forget, I don't know what I expected."

Whumpee frowned, "hey you've been here long enough. It's your birthday. Let's go back to your family", Whumpee mocked their thoughts and dreams, "I really miss my family, I wonder what we'd be doing right now? I wonder what they're doing right now."

"Whumpee I'm home, cover your eyes", Whumper called from the door.

"Great, now what", Whumpee groaned as they covered their eyes.

They heard some bags shuffle by as Whumper walked past.

"Don't come into the kitchen until I tell you to", Whumper had a laugh in their voice.

"Okay", Whumpee sighed.

After a few minutes of hearing rustling in the kitchen, Whumpee turned toward that part of the house with a glare.

'Now you're going to make a mess', they complained to themself.

"Whumpee you can come in now", Whumper called.

Whumpee cautiously walked into the kitchen and saw the cake and even some food from their favorite restaurant.

They gave a shocked look at Whumper.

"I am a jerk, I'm well aware. I did forget your birthday and anniversary was today", Whumper frowned.

"I kind of figured you would", Whumpee made a small grin.

"To make it up to you for the rest of the week, just have like a birthday week or something like that. Everyone deserves to enjoy their birthday, and since we have a late start, let's just enjoy the rest of today", Whumper smiled, "I'll take off the collar as well, just make sure you ask before going out of the house."

"Okay", Whumpee glanced at everything again, "everything looks so good."

"I didn't have time to wrap things but these are all for you", Whumper handed a plastic bag to Whumpee before they went to remove the collar, "you can open them now if you like, then we'll have dinner. How does cake and ice cream sound?"

Whumpee rubbed their neck happily, "it sounds good", they started to rummage through the bag.

They pulled out a bottle of lotion.

"I thought it might help the irritated parts of your neck", Whumper started to pull out plates, and watched Whumpee open the lotion.

"This feels so nice", Whumpee sighed in relief.

Whumpee then pulled out the stuffed toy, "aww this is so cute", they squeezed it tightly.

"You look at them a lot when we go out, I thought you would like one", Whumper nodded.

"Thankyou", Whumpee smiled as they hugged it again.

Whumpee looked into the bag and saw the two books.

"This one was a struggle because you seem to like to read, but I didn't know what. I hope those are okay... they looked interesting", Whumper looked down, "I'm sorry I forgot, I hope this makes it up to you. You don't have to tell me, I already know I'm a jerk."

Whumpee nodded with a grin, "a big jerk", they said sarcastically.

Whumper frowned and looked down.

"But I appreciate you trying to make it up to me, and these gifts are so nice", Whumpee smiled, "thankyou."

Whumper smiled, "you're welcome, I am sorry about the collar too, I probably went a bit too far with that. Just make sure you follow the rules. I won't put it back on you."

Whumpee nodded, "I did forget today, honest... I was just thinking about my birthday, and it slipped. I think for some reason, I was hoping for a birthday card or something like that."

Whumper smiled and nodded, "I'll try to be better at showing appreciation as well. You do take care of this place, so thankyou."

Whumpee nodded with a smile.

"Well, enough eith this sappy soft crap. Let's eat", Whumper picked up the food, "I got your favorite."

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[muttcvnt]

put this shock collar on 🖤 jerk off for me and don’t break eye contact, even when I laugh at you, even when I bump it up to the max voltage, even when I hold the button down the entire time you’re cumming 🖤