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some of you might think it's "fun" to put a sub in a shock collar and force them to play dom for once, punishing them whenever they whimper or apologise. it's also hot

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smoke break for two

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sorry since realizing my gender i have zero tolerance for the whole “man hating” angle of being queer i hate i hate it i hate you. stop. you are hurting people.

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sluttiest thing a man can do is know how to cook delicious meals

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sluttiest thing a man can do is pass out from pain

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touches your wings even though im not suppose to

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Dom & sub who trust each other a little too much, who are a little too competitive, who are obsessed with calling each other’s bluff.

Playing chicken to see who calls it first when the dom has got a needle and ink and promises to tattoo its name into the sub. Sub who laughs and says please, I know you well enough to know you won’t follow through. It gets three dots of black into the flesh of the sub’s stomach before they tap.

Dom who holds a knife up to its sub’s throat, eyes predatory, hungry. The sub looking up in playful cowardice, batting eyelashes and stifling a smirk. You won’t do it, it’s outside your risk tolerance, they tease, face turning cocky and bold. The dom’s heart skips a beat, adrenaline and excitement rushes from its chest out to its fingertips. Fist in their hair, jerking their head to the side, pressing bladed edge slowly deeper into the thin skin until a single drop of blood forms. It refuses to go further- it’s not sure it could stop.

Sub who casually drops that they want nothing more than to lose their air while choking on cock, to have their eyes roll back and slump limply to the floor, continuing to be used. I’d let you, but I know you wouldn’t. It’s too far for you. They taunt with a dismissive wave of their hand. Their dom growls just 3 words in response: Is. That. Consent?

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not that it's her fault.

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i'm literally a plush toy dog and my ears are big and soft and my paws have beans that crinkle a little when you press them and i'm warm and so loved that my stitches are coming loose and i sit on your pillows and i smell like you and i'm so well taken care of and i only have a couple of cigarette burns in my fabric and a couple of hard stains from well we we don't need to there's no need to worry about that right now there's really no need

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(touching your open wound) damn you’re so wet

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140 staples, hips, ass, ribs, thighs 🤍

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pullies? 🥺

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oH right. i love it when tops use silly little emoticons like :3 and ^_^ it kinda breaks the stereotype that all tops are like serious and hot all the time. like. you can be silly and cute! while also being hot!!! shoutout to yall

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your captor ruined your life by taking you.

you think.

they're weird. they have all kinds of strange rituals and routines that they follow, and soon enough you're pulled into them. your entire life is run on their schedule; it's stifling, at first, but the consistency is so much more comfortable than having to make so many choices. you occupy yourself with the tasks they've given you while you wait for their return home from work, and then your night routine starts.

you don't even realize that you've began to wait at the door of your own volition; once they see you so ready and willing, they train you to be a bit more proper. sat back on your legs, hands up in the air and curled against your chest like paws the moment you hear the door unlocking. now, you get to see them smile when they walk in the door. they're proud of your progress, and the sensation makes an uncomfortable warmth spread through your chest.

they change out of their work clothes and decompress while you start on dinner. they have a recipe book you've relied on since day one, and luckily they're not picky about your cooking skill. you've improved, you know, and that fills you with the same sick sense of satisfaction as the welcome-home-posturing. your dear captor never really talks much, but they begin to tell you extra pieces of information, little by little. trivial pieces of their daily life and happenings, and if you're lucky, maybe some news about the world outside.

and after dinner, it's time for your favorite part. they sit down on the couch and pat their lap, and you crawl up and snuggle on top of them. they embrace you and hold you close against their chest, burying their face against your neck. the little bell on your collar jingles as they press their lips against your neck, moving the smooth leather aside for access at the soft flesh. you're their lapdog, you think happily.

isn't it so lovely to be useful?

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hey man I gotta just rub one out real quick. give me a hand here. nah you just stay kind of bent over--oh haha yeah like doggy, sure. you look great like this dude. lemme just rest my cock on your ass so I can finish faster. lemme just put it in a little, just the tip, seriously thanks for being so cool about this. yeah I can help you out too when I'm done. haha yeah you can put it in my mouth but you have to let me cum inside you first. it feels so good like this, god, now look back at me like you want it--fuck, that's it, fuck dude. god. alright so do you want me on my knees then?

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sorry I always felt undesirable my entire life and it gave me kinks of wanting someone to desire me so extremely it's uncontrollable for them as if that's my fault