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𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲’𝐬 𝐭𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲. Rubbing his little cock through his pants under a table, watching him squirm and whine, pathetically trying to hide it, until he cums in his boxers.

Seeing how all the blood drains from his face when he realizes I’m going to hurt him senselessly when we get home for cumming without his owner’s permission ♡︎.

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God. All I need right now is to pin a pretty boy down while I fuck him with my cock until he's a sobbing, writhing, mess.

Maybe when we're done, he can help me clean my dick off too, only fair, after he got his cum all over it, right?

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Subs who get giggly and shy and try to cover their faces and go "stoppp oh my god" as they're laughing and look at you like you're the only thing they worship and melt when you touch them and buck their hips into your hands and make little mewling whimpers all "pleasepleaseplease" and "it feels so good", unable to control themselves. Send post

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“Hey sis, wanna go for a walk?”

You don’t think much of it. This family reunion is getting boring and stressful so I’m asking if you want to go smoke in the woods before having to come back for dinner, not the first time. It’s chilly out so you tell me you’re going go to grab a hoodie, but I throw one of mine at you before you can take a step away. “Come on, don’t waste time,” I say as I roll my eyes. You pull the hoodie over your head slowly, breathing in deep as the scent of me floats off the fabric. Watching you huff my clothes makes me a little hard just as it makes you a little wet when you look up from it to see me smirking at you. Neither of us think much of it.

As we walk down the street you instinctively grab my hand and stick close to my side. An old habit from when we were little. Mom used to make us hold hands when we went out on our own so that you wouldn’t wander off. It was always my job to keep an eye on you. To keep you safe. Neither of us think much of it.

I light up my cigarette as we enter the woods, but when you reach to grab my pack out of my hands I pull it away. You look at me puzzled but when the words “Earn it,” come out of my mouth your look turns to a mix of excitement and fear. “Let’s play chase for it.” Your eyes widen. “1… 2… 3…” You break out running after spending the first few seconds frozen. You’ve made it pretty far when you hear me shout out “30.” The excitement fills both of our minds. The thought of me catching you... neither of us can think of much else.

You're a little out of shape, it's been years since we played like this. We stopped when you started getting bullied by the other girls your age for still playing with your big sis. I'll admit, I was pissed off at that. I always liked the feeling of chasing you through the woods. No matter how old we got. Regardless, you start to tire out quicker than you used to. Even though you can't hear me yet, you start to get the feeling that I'm getting closer. A sort of sixth sense I trained into you from the early age we started playing these sort of games. You never thought much of it.

You stop to catch your breath, leaning against a tree. You couldn't have anticipated me sneaking up on you. You couldn't have anticipated me hiding on just the other side of that tree trunk. You feel me exhale smoke on the nape of your neck as I come up behind you, but I grab you by the waist before you have a chance to react. Before you know it, you're pinned against the tree. The stench of both of our sweat is strong. For a second, it's all either of us can think of.

I look at you dead in the eye with the end of my cig between my teeth. "Looks like you lost. No smoke for you." I blow the last puff of smoke into your face. "In fact that was so pathetic of a loss..." I glance down and with one hand lift up the sweater I gave you revealing a bit of tummy. I squat down to be up close to the exposed skin and put the cig out on you with my mouth. You squirm from the pain, but you know better than to try to writhe away, another lesson from childhood. I let the cigarette butt fall to the dirt and place a gentle kiss on the burn mark. My lips, your tummy, both so soft. For a second, it's all either of us can think about.

I look up at you and lock into what feels like an hour of eye contact as we both realize how fucking hot that was, our minds racing through different thoughts and emotions. "We should uh.. probably head back. Don't want to miss dinner, right?" I say through heavy breaths as I stand up without breaking eye contact. I turn around and take a step but you grab my arm and pull me right up against you, sandwiching yourself between me and the tree. You kiss me. Eagerly. Desperately. You need it. I need it. I kiss you back. I run a hand under the sweater, my sweater, that stands between me and your soft skin. You moan a little into my mouth as you feel your big sister grope your chest. We stay out there for hours. We don't make it back for dinner, but neither of us think much of it.

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Your big sister came home from that big party she'd be talking up all week, with a sheepish expression and proverbial tail between her legs. You enquire, somewhat smugly, what went wrong - but the genuine and unguarded answer shakes you of any potential mockery you were hoping too cook up.

She said the minute she got any booze in her, all she could think about was coming home to her little sister. Your heart soars, for so long now it's felt like you and your beloved big sister were drifting apart as she got older, seemingly deciding she was too cool for you. You still don't fully understand how alcohol WORKS, you know it makes adults act dumb or like kids. So it warms you to think your sister couldn't it drink it without being sent wandering back into your arms.

She's wrapped around you now, laying ontop of you all heavy and warm. Her slurred breath smells a bit like Dad's whiskey, as she whines softly about how much she loves you and she misses you. It's almost to good to be true, that she'd be feeling all the same things you were. It almost is anyways, but her heavy hands palming at and roughly gripping your tender budding breast grounds the moment in messy reality.

The more strained gasps and yelps escape your throat, the more you try to wiggle out of her grip - the more bold and excited her hungry hands get groping and gripping all over your body. You know enough to know, big sisters aren't supposed to touch their little sisters like this. You especially know you shouldn’t feel the sizable bulge tightening in her jeans pressing against you as she began to grind herself against you.

You try and say something, anything - a weak and soft protest escaping your lips as she shifts back only enough to undo her jeans pushing them down only so far as is enough for her sizable member to spring free, veiny and twitching in anticipation. She only shoots back muttered drunken and teary eyed replies about how much she loves you and needs you. You say nothing more as she pushes your panties to the side - and slowly, achingly slowly she presses each inch of her length into your cunt, wet and buzzing with the wrongness of it all. All the while, between her breathy gasps and stuttered groans, she whines about how much she loves you. How she never wants to be apart from her sister. You don't understand, and it hurts, and feels wrong. She picks up speed now, thrusting in and out somehow going DEEPER into you with each thrust - and you feel so violated, so undone. Tears are streaming down your confused face as you try to bite down your own strangled and confused moans. But... your big sister is FINALLY paying attention to you again, like you'd been dreaming of - how could you say no? How could you say no even if you wanted to?

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Little sister trying so hard to jerk off, her cock hard and leaking, her hand gripping tight and stroking hard but she just can't finish, it just won't work when she's on her own--until big brother hears her struggling and decides to check on her. She's mortified to be caught, but more than anything she's frustrated to the point of tears. But it's alright. Big brother loves her, and he knows just how to help. He lays down in her bed and spreads his legs, his cunt already wet for her. He guides her gently, lining up her hips, positioning her cock to push inside him. She presses her hips, and he accepts her fully. He strokes her hair and soothes, encouraging her to move her hips. He'll help her. He'll be here as long as she wants. There's no need for frustration and tears. And her big brother's voice, always so supportive, helps her calm down, and she starts to thrust. Immediately, it feels better than her hand. She knew her big brother could help. He's always so nice to her. She moves faster and faster, her cock getting harder. The movements get slicker. Her big brother's hot cunt feels so good around her. She thrusts deeper. Even as big brother's breath hastens, even as his own hips tremble, he reassures her. Good girl. Just like that. Do what you need. Swing your hips, nice and deep, there you go. Good girl. Your brother's here for you. And she spills inside him, finally able to cum thanks to her beloved big brother's help. She knows he's always there for her.

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Me & who?

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Wanna be going for a walk when a van keeps following me around, but I don’t notice until it’s much too late. I’m already tied up in the back, my legs open and my mouth gagged. The window is open, cold air rushing against me, my clit and nipples rock hard…

It’s night by the time the car stops. It’s too dark to see where I am, though I know it’s in the middle of nowhere, no cars are gonna be driving by anytime soon. Even if I could scream, no one would hear me out here.

The driver gets out and opens the back doors, his hard cock already lining up with my virgin pussy. He forces every thick, painful inch into the soft, tight warmth, knowing I must love this since my cunt is dripping wet, and I’m not even pretending to struggle.

He uses his new fleshlight, fucking load after load into me, pounding babies into my ready, willing womb.

I don’t even try to stop him, my eyes rolled back as he rapes my virginity away. The sound of his heavy, full, aching balls slapping against my ass just makes him fuck me harder, which makes my cunt even more drippy.

I know my womb is happily accepting each fertile drop of cum pumped into me, and I can’t do anything about it.

I knew I should’ve gone on birth control…

When he’s finally gotten his fill, and he gets back in the drivers seat, I’m relieved. Until he starts driving to the worst part of the city.

He binds my hands to my knees, and presses me face down, cunt up in a dirty alleyway. He takes a marker and writes “freeuse” on my ass and thighs, my defiled pussy still leaking his cum.

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god i love love love when someone is obsessed with me in like, a predator way. Like, what do you MEAN you fantasize about biting my tits. Oh you're getting hard just thinking about the noises I make? Do you want my home address? That's crazy, you're really thinking about fucking me while I'm in tears and begging for you to stop??? I'm swooning. Jesus christ.

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Nice name loser, did your captor pick it out for you?

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Some of you need to be kidnapped and tied up and beaten and fucked until you can't remember your name and kept locked away in a basement with minimal to no clothes and treated like a sex toy until you finally snap and lose all identity so I can just treat you like a literal animal. For your mental health. I'll name you something from a "popular pet names" list from Google.

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"We need to have a talk."

"Is this about grades? You know I'm still not planning on college."

"No, it's not that. It's... a delicate matter."

"What's going on?"

"I don't know if you've noticed, but your sister has feelings for you."

"Wait, what? What do you mean?"

"She's in love with you, and from what I can tell, it's more than just a crush."

"You're joking, right? You really shouldn't j—"

"It wouldn't be a very funny joke, would it?"

"Are you sure you're not misreading things? It could be anything."

"She's been losing sleep, and she's barely eating. Her grades have been dropping, and you know she's a good student. I asked her what was wrong, and... she told me everything."

"What's everything?"

"I'll leave that for her. It's not my place to meddle, and I wouldn't have betrayed her confidence if I didn't think it was important."

"That's... Is she okay? I noticed she seemed quiet lately, but I thought that was just because I wasn't around..."

"We're going out to eat later tonight, her choice, and I'm writing her a note to bring to school so she can have a couple of days off to rest. It might not be fair, but I need to ask a favor of you."

"Yeah, of course. Anything, if it helps her."

"It's not my place to dictate how you two feel about one another. If you reciprocate her feelings and you two decide to act on them, I'm happy to support you. If you don't, I can help make sure that she's keeping healthy boundaries."

But first, I need you to promise that you'll spend time with her. She needs you right now, and I don't think there's anyone that can fill your place for her. Second... Please don't break her heart. Her feelings for you are serious, and you need to take that into consideration."

"I wouldn't. I would never hurt her."

"Good. And one more thing: Being young and not having relationship experience can make things difficult, even moreso when there's a stigma like this. I know it might feel weird, but you can always come to me if you need help."

"Wait, as in...?"

"You're going to need relationship advice sooner or later, and I'll do my best to help you two."

"You're acting like it's a given that we're getting together."

"I've done your laundry for the past 17 years. There's only so many times I can find your sister's panties in your hamper before it stops being a coincidence. You're lucky that I didn't say anything when I replaced the ones you stained."

"Mom!"

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There’s so many fun things you can do with a collar.. adding a shock prong, a lock and key, spikes on the inside, a tracking device (so your puppy can’t run away), a bell, a choke chain, pressure points, hooks to connect a muzzle or harness to.. so many fun things to do with them!!

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The urge to force you into becoming a dog, an actual 24/7 dog. Not just for kinky stuff, I need to be your owner who just so happens to be extremely mean or cruel when you show any signs of humanity, but sweet and loving when you're a good dog. (Except for when my anger issues act up, which is constant.)

Whenever you're horny, I expect you to hump my leg like a dumb animal. When you're sad or hurt, I expect you to whine. When you talk to me, I expect you to bark. You will only sleep curled up in your cage or on the floor and couch. You will only eat diets recommended for dogs because you are one.

Now, who's a good puppy?

//Sorry if this is against your boundaries, just delete it if so!

bark bark bark >~<

fuck that’s adorable tho, I wanna be your cute little puppy :3

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Using intox to forcepuppy someone..?

Pleaseeee remember guys intox should be something you go over with your partner/s securely before introducing this kink to your scenes, it's incredibly important everyone taking part knows exactly what their partners should be doing!!

I think this could apply to my earlier post as well about introducing puppy play!

Showing fuzzy puppy's how good listening to instructions can be,

"such a cute thing like you shouldn't have to think or make decisions isn't that's right puppy?"

"look at you all needy? You're not normally like this, is my puppy going into heat?"

"don't you want to be my good toy, let's show everyone who you belong to yeah, daddy/mommy got your a collar and it's your favourite colour!"

"does this feel good?? All fuzzy for me just taking what I give you like a good puppy does."

"look at you!! Such a big pup with your new tail and ears!"

"oh is my puppy too fuzzy to speak huh? That's okay you don't need to speak sweetheart."

"one more sip yeah be a good pup and impress me darling."

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Forcepuppy tools/supplies

- Knee pads that keep their knees locked in a kneeling position so they an only crawl

- a pretty bone gag underneath a muzzle so all they can do is whimper and bark

- little mitts for their paws so they can’t use them as hands

- a tail, of course, keeping them nice and stretched constantly

- a pretty little collar, perhaps one with a shock to keep them in check

-harnesses and cuffs to chain them up with, or to pull them by

- lots of toys for enrichment when you’re not there to play with them

- treats that may or may not be dosed with something to keep them happy and complacent

- plenty of pillows to rut into if they get in a mood

- a pretty cage to lock keep them in at night and where they’re causing trouble, or when you’re not there to supervise them

- doggy bowls for their water and kibble, since they can’t use their paws

- pads if they aren’t allowed to the yard yet (don’t read into that one too much)

- teethers for when they get their muzzle off. A puppy with a tired jaw is much less tempted to bite <3

- a chip, in case they try anything silly and get away from you. They need to find their way home somehow, right?

- tags, so anyone who finds the scared thing can return them

- looots and lots of kisses to help them adjust to their new wonderful life <3

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My dream is to be clicker trained for someone. Trying to be a human and behave normally but as soon as I hear that click my mind goes loopy and I've lost whatever train of thought I was trying to follow. Click click. I don't even know what's going on but my body feels funny and all of a sudden I'm on my knees looking up at you. Click. Puppies don't think. They just feel good. They listen. Click. They don't know any better. Silly puppy thinking it could resist. Click.