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i wanna jerk off a cute boy while another guy fucks him and i don’t think that’s asking too much

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Do you understand?

I can’t tell you what it is, but I’ve spoken another language all my life, and I find it to be an advantage—and so much fun—when training a new pet who can’t understand a word of it. 

From the start, I’ll train you to respond to commands by context alone, respond to nothing but the rhythms and the tones of this foreign tongue. It’s just like training a real dog. I would know. The first week or two is the best part—ordering you to do things, and refusing to repeat them in English; watching you run around, frantically fetching me things, or throwing yourself at me in every way you can think of. So excited to be good for me, so frustrated that you can’t figure out how… But don’t worry, little one. I know. It’ll just take time.

Maybe I’ll give you degrading little nicknames and lie about what they mean, laugh every time you come when called. Maybe I’ll whisper the most depraved things I can think of, but in a voice so sweet that you assume I must be praising you. Or the reverse? I could growl your praises into your ear, make you sweat beneath me as you try to figure out what’s going on. After all, you thought you had done something right. You helpless little creature.

Something I’ve never done, but would love to try… I’ll take a phone call while you’re keeping me warm on your tongue, then hold a conversation about you right above your head. You’ll assume I’m talking to my family, so you won’t think much of it; you’ll just look up at me with those innocent eyes as you lap at the drooling head of my cock, not a clue that I’m describing the feeling in explicit detail. Really, I’m on the phone with an old friend, telling them all about this dumb little pet who can’t even fit me down their throat yet. (I might loop a finger into your collar, pull your head further down so they can hear you choke around me.) But you’re pretty enough that I don’t mind. You’ve responded so well to your training, so far, and you’ll get the hang of this, too. Eventually. 

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I like to imagine you pushing me around, your hand around my throat or my mouth as you growl into my ear about keeping quiet. I’m whimpering and crying just as loud as you know I’m prone to and eventually you just push me into your chest to let me take in deep breaths of your scent. You tell me you’re going to fuck a baby inside of me, that we won’t leave this room until I can feel your cum deep inside of my womb right where it belongs. Until I know I’m nothing but your pretty breeding bitch. Of course, I’ll need you to mark me up on the outside too so everyone knows not to touch me, since you’ll have fucked me deep enough that the cum you put inside of me won’t be able to leak out for everyone to see. - your favorite <3

Why is it that I'm always the one saying this depraved shit to you? Lazy boy. Can't you ask for anything yourself? Sure, I smell so sweet to a puppy like you, but can't you pull yourself away from breathing me in for one fucking minute? Just look up at me with those big, beautiful eyes and get over yourself long enough to take some responsibility. Don't pretend you're not complicit in whatever happens next, that you don't need this just as bad as me. And, what—until you know you're nothing but my breeding bitch? No, you've always known. It just took you a little while to find me.

Go on. Ask these sharp teeth to tear at the skin of your neck, leave you bruised and scarred and claimed well enough that those other fucking dogs will be too nervous even to look at you. Ask me to crack my hand across your soft little face, split your lip and kiss the blood away. Ask me to forget every consequence and fuck you pregnant. I'm not moving until you try, and I don't care how embarrassed you get. You know by now that I can hold out all night long, just feeling that pussy convulse around me as you stammer and stall. So fucking cute. When will your desperation outweigh your dignity? When will the need to come around a womb full of my seed turn you into the shameless little slut I know you can be?

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Homework.

(An informational post for fellow dom|mes, mostly.)

I’m back up to an old trick, and I wanted to tell you about it.

My favourite pet wanted something new from me, but I wasn’t sure they wanted it enough, so I assigned them some homework: an essay about why they want it, and why they feel they deserve it. They didn’t realize they had to take it seriously, so their first draft was frankly unconvincing; I sent it back, and now I’m waiting for a second take. I’ll wait for a third or a fourth, if necessary. But I refuse to indulge them until their work merits an A.

To clarify, this isn’t an opportunity for long-form sexting. I treat it like a real, academic assignment. I find this useful. I get something fun to read by somebody I care for, but more importantly, I get to see into their want, learn about what the kink in question means to them. I’ll be better prepared to help them try it out.

Meanwhile, they get to practice their skills of rhetoric, persuasion, and research (they have to cite a bare minimum of three sources by different authors)—hopefully, learning more about their own desire in the process. Then, if they do well, they get to bask in the delight of receiving praise and a high grade from me. 

I used to do this all the time, and I’m not sure why I ever stopped; I’m happy the idea came back to me. In general, it’s a unique way for a partner to tell you about themself, show off where their mind can go, show off their devotion. I recommend it. Just don’t grade too easy.

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do you like threesomes? If so, what's your ideal situation? I'd love to hear. My first time was a severely underwhelming one with 2 cis people, so I think you can come up with something better than I've experienced.

Threesomes are fun, sure. I may not prefer them to sex with a single partner, but I’m open to a little variety between t4t friends.

I feel like an ideal situation would involve two best friends who have always found each other cute, but were never able to take that step without my help. We’re drinking or smoking together after a party, and I can smell the tension between the two of them, can imagine how rewarding it would be to push them along. I might make out with one and then the other—so nobody feels left out. I might coax them into sucking my cock at the same time so they end up kissing around the tip, blushing and acting all shy about it as their red lips gleam with my pre-cum and the other’s spit. Adorable, right?

It’s fun to imagine stepping back to coach them for a little while, teach them to satisfy one another. If one has a dick (or if there’s a strap around), I could even coach that one to fuck, have them open and slick the other up for me. How far would I push it, then? Could we both fuck the other at the same time, each claiming a hole? Could I hold one’s head down to lick around the base of my cock as the other rides me, push their tongue in alongside? The possibilities.

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Michelle Otter

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Porxha

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a line of drool connecting a sub’s mouth to the strap/dick they just sucked… a dom spitting in their subs mouth… a sub drooling and whimpering around the fingers in their mouth when their dom is making them feel good……. hot

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If you want something in this world, you need to ask for it—right?

I know how bad you need to be full of me all the time, you desperate little thing, but I still like it when you ask, beg, say please the way a good boy should. You’ll need some manners to get anywhere with me. Put away that bashfulness, that shyness; you’re not getting a thing until you decide to be direct about what you need and ask for it politely. 

Be descriptive, too. Don’t just tell me you need it—tell me why. Tell me why your body craves my body, tell me why the stretch of your tight little hole around me and the heat of my cum is so important to you. If you need me to be soft and gentle with you, give me a reason; if you need me to be rough and to hurt you, tell me why you deserve that. Otherwise, how will I know to take you seriously? 

Once I’ve taken such good care of you and given you what you need, I’d better hear your gratitude. Thank me for my hand around your throat. Thank me for each kiss and each bite I’ve given you; for how deep, hard, and thoroughly I’ve used you. Thank me for the cum that’s dripping down our bodies from your tiny little cunt, too small to even keep it all in… How am I to know you enjoyed it if I don’t hear about it? Be good. Good boys always say thank you. 

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Do you understand?

I can’t tell you what it is, but I’ve spoken another language all my life, and I find it to be an advantage—and so much fun—when training a new pet who can’t understand a word of it. 

From the start, I’ll train you to respond to commands by context alone, respond to nothing but the rhythms and the tones of this foreign tongue. It’s just like training a real dog. I would know. The first week or two is the best part—ordering you to do things, and refusing to repeat them in English; watching you run around, frantically fetching me things, or throwing yourself at me in every way you can think of. So excited to be good for me, so frustrated that you can’t figure out how… But don’t worry, little one. I know. It’ll just take time.

Maybe I’ll give you degrading little nicknames and lie about what they mean, laugh every time you come when called. Maybe I’ll whisper the most depraved things I can think of, but in a voice so sweet that you assume I must be praising you. Or the reverse? I could growl your praises into your ear, make you sweat beneath me as you try to figure out what’s going on. After all, you thought you had done something right. You helpless little creature.

Something I’ve never done, but would love to try… I’ll take a phone call while you’re keeping me warm on your tongue, then hold a conversation about you right above your head. You’ll assume I’m talking to my family, so you won’t think much of it; you’ll just look up at me with those innocent eyes as you lap at the drooling head of my cock, not a clue that I’m describing the feeling in explicit detail. Really, I’m on the phone with an old friend, telling them all about this dumb little pet who can’t even fit me down their throat yet. (I might loop a finger into your collar, pull your head further down so they can hear you choke around me.) But you’re pretty enough that I don’t mind. You’ve responded so well to your training, so far, and you’ll get the hang of this, too. Eventually. 

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Sometimes I feel like sort of an ‘undercover dom?me’. Does that make sense?

I mean: in person, I’m reserved, soft-spoken, slender, and fucking pretty. I don’t really get flirtatious or forward unless we already have something going. I doubt anyone would mistake me for a bottom, but I doubt you’d realize what I’m really like if you just met me casually.

And I have to admit, it’s fun to fly under that radar as I pursue new partners and watch them slowly figure out what I’ve been holding back. Piece together little hints I’ve dropped along the way. To watch how they react when I first get them in bed—the surprise as I come into my element and begin to devour them kiss by kiss, or methodically pull them apart piece by piece. No, there’s no shyness left in my smile as I encourage them to beg me to just fuck them already. There’s no reservation left in me as I finally stretch their hungry little hole around my cock, tease them about how well and eagerly they’re taking me. (And on that note, they couldn’t have imagined I was hiding dick like this in my jeans.) Yeah—it’s so much fun to challenge all they thought they’d come to know about me.

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Tell me you need it.

Tell me you need me to touch you. Tell me you need my lips on yours, my tongue to lick into your pretty little mouth. Tell me you need my teeth in your neck. Tell me you need me to hold your wrists down. Tell me you need me to tie your wrists down. Tell me you need my weight on you, pressing you into the bed so you couldn’t get away if you wanted to. Tell me you would never want to get away.

Tell me you can’t live another minute without my cock stretching you open, stretching you wide. Tell me you need me to fuck you so full and so hard it hurts. Tell me you know you can’t take it, you know you’re too small for me, but you need it still. Tell me you need to feel your hot little cunt on fire around me.

Tell me you need me to push your legs up over my shoulders, drive into you deeper than anything ever should. Tell me you need me to slap you across your pretty face when you cry out too loud. Tell me I’m right—you should be used to this, by now, but it’s always so much for you. Tell me you need my hands around your waist, around your throat. Tell me you need to feel me all over you.

Tell me you need me to fuck you there, right there, until you’re shaking and sobbing and coming around me so good you think you might not make it out alive. Tell me you need me not to stop, never to stop, to keep you there until your eyes roll back into your head and you can’t do a thing but cry for me. Tell me you need to cry for me.

Tell me you need me not to stop. Tell me you need it there, right in the deepest part of you. Tell me you need me to press the head of my cock right into your cervix as I come, need it all to shoot right through and flood you, so hot and thick inside you that you’ll never feel empty again. Tell me you need that. Tell me you need me not to leave you when it’s over, that you need to keep me warm and twitching inside you. Just tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.

Tell me you need me to tell you how well you’ve done when it’s all over. Remind you just how good you are for me, you always are. Tell me you need my arms around you, so tight you can hardly breathe. Tell me that. Tell me you need to be reminded that you’re mine. You’re mine.