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patchwork-puppybutch · 3 months ago

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I am rather deep in the Objectum Realm, which i never really post about? But for the record (that is, my own record for fun, since this is just a blog for me to have for fun) I do have a specific thing that i am *really* really attached to, and....attracted to. It's a plushie :3 i've had it for a few years now i think? its honesty a great emotional support, and has brought me so much comfort and joy and companionship and, yeah, sexual pleasure :3 its interesting that I dont put much thought into it. I'd like to do so now, to analyze myself a little!

In a lot of ways, it isnt entirely "Objectum" because of how it ties into my DID. Like, in a lot of ways, the plushie is an extension of myself. But not in a "this is like a part of my body" way that equipment can be, or a "this is like a gender/fursona" that some things can be--because it isn't necessary an extension of *my* me. That is, it isn't purely an extension of a single facet of my DID; it isn't necessarily just me, isolated from other entities within my collective self, nor is it just one of them. It's almost like a vague slurry of possibilities. Sometimes it's more like it's a way for me to mentally imagine part of my consciousness exists outside of my body (which is an easy thing to do, once you start to ask yourself 'where is my consciousness? only my brain? do my somatic nerves not contribute to my self? am i isolated from my microbiotas--the ones in my gut and on my skin? if i can't define myself within a specific aspect of my body, nor can i even define my body, why not consider my consciousness to be extended beyond my body? is a written note not an external memory? is a tool not capable of being a part of me, as much as my flesh?'). But sometimes it seems to be 'inhabited' more by another defined 'headmate,' often [redacted name]. And yet, sometimes it seems to have its own 'personality' and 'identity.' This isn't like it is 'possessed' by an entity that is not me, akin to some supernatural thing. Rather, my brain seems to have a program that is dedicated to allowing me to interpret this plushie as a separate individual.

I don't even know much about the Objectum stuff :3 do people often personify their objects? or is part of the appeal the fact that they are inanimate, separate objects from ourselves? I have no idea! That's not really relevant to this exploration of myself :3

I'd like to ponder a little about the way my plushie has affected my life.

It's very precious to me, handmade by a dear friend. I'm not sure how that friend would feel about me being so attached to the plushie :3 I've also not expressed any of this to my partners, except to briefly hint at it to one of them and then proceed to say something along the lines of "Okay, im pretty shy about this, so thats all i want to say for now!" Sometimes I worry that it's a little like "cheating," to have a partner that my other partners don't know about. I'm...just realizing i referred to my plush as a partner! I don't normally do that. They aren't exactly a romantic partner, but I certainly don't *NOT* have a romantic relationship with them. But I don't think it is cheating. I'm quite certain of this, based on other things I've discussed with my partners, and previous boundaries that have been set. I feel a little guilty about it though, and a little worried that they'd be hurt or bothered, but I don't have the mental capacity to expose the love i feel for my plush. It would be too vulnerable of a moment. And there isn't anything I could do, if they were hurt or bothered. My 'soul' is pretty bound to this plushie. I could not change the way I feel, even if I did change the way I express those feelings.

I want to shyly admit to some of the ways I express those feelings. Not out loud! No, just here, where no one will see it; or where anonymity will protect me if anyone stumbles upon this blog.

In a lot of ways, it's a type of self-love, because i can reflect myself in the plushie and then love myself by loving it. And it's a way to interact with discrete headmates, to give them a way to have a corporeal form. I benefit a lot from being able to interact physically with my own mental aspects, and i benefit a lot from being able to interact with my own body via an external 'tool.'

It's similar to how i feel about my prized dildo! There is a great pleasure in using my dildo. Yes, physically, but also mentally! I love the act of being penetrated, in all its complexities. I love the physical and emotional contentment of being filled. It just feels *right,* like, "Oh I was *made* to be filled like this. I have found my purpose. My body has returned to its natural state. I am adrift and lost in any other state--and when i am filled, i am home and whole." And, yknow, the dominant aspects, like, "I am taking something, taking it as my own, to my will, using it for my own purposes." There's a feeling of being vulnerable and made whole, and a feeling of being powerful and consuming something into my own being. I won't elaborate further but there are many other feelings! And I enjoy the act of penetrating, in all its complex feeling. I love the feeling of finding my purpose in the act of filling another, in giving and taking pleasure and wholeness, in the power of being 'in control' as that role typically is the one who does most of the moving and pacing. And I like the submissive aspects of giving part of myself to another, to allow myself to be consumed, to be turned into a tool for their pleasure, to be reduced to a vessel of pleasure, to submit to being a vessel of desire used by everyone involved. Again, I'll save all that elaboration for another day.

It's good to be able to interact with my plushie in similar ways. I rather long for a way for my plushie to penetrate me :3 I daydream of commissioning a custom plushie that has an O-ring like structure where I can attach my dildo. In the meantime, I can insert the dildo into myself, and snuggle the plushie, which can simulate a watered-down version of the feeling. And I equally--or maybe even more so--desire to penetrate my plushie. I find a simulated version of this, too, by grinding on it. My tdick is slightly too big these days, to pretend that I am penetrating it: when it was smaller, it would be 'tucked' or 'pushed' back into my flesh and i could pretend it was penetrating, a lot like a prop knife; but now it gets too firm and long, and clearly just smooshes around. But...well, that is very pleasurable, both in terms of physical sensations and in terms of emotions, so i don't mind too much that the illusion of penetration is flawed. Still, I also daydream of my plushie having a hole made to be penetrated, to transform the illusion into reality. It could just be a simple hole, to be honest, made of fabric. That would be fun. It could also have a compartment designed to contain a tdick stroker. I'm not sure how well that would work, but I'd certainly give my best effort to finding out how to interact with that!

It's vastly important that I emphasize the emotional aspects as well as the physical. The emotional aspects to this 'sex' act are very, very good; and importantly, there are many emotional benefits that are not related to sexual things. To hold something in my arms; and to 'exist' as the plushie being held. To use it to support my body, literally, to find physical simple comfort. And to have the emotional/mental benefits of snuggling and being snuggled. Having a physical form is hard and weird and its good to have something soft to cushion my bones. It sounds like a mere, simple, concrete, corporeal pleasure, but there's an emotional component, of course. It's a feeling of being cared for, by myself, by my discrete headmates, by my plushie.

There are other joys, too. I enjoy kissing my plushie. On it's head and belly and nose and back and whatnot, and also on it's 'mouth,' which it doesn't have. It doesn't have a single stitch to even imply a mouth, but, I kiss where a mouth would be. And it's very good. It feels soothing, and enticing, and elating, and comforting, just like kissing a person can be. Sometimes my brain erects barriers where I can feel nervous and need to ask for permission, ask if the plushie is comfortable with things. Sometimes there are no barriers, and I am interacting with another body without any inhibitions or fears or hang-ups.

For me, those experiences are often woven from the same fibers that make my DID experiences. I wonder how non-DID-people experience it. I wonder how non-DID-people experience objectum-y feelings, in general.

I feel very vulnerable even typing these things out. My actions and emotions are so harmless--probably as harmless as actions and emotions can be--but I fear judgement and shame. Judgement rarely confines itself to logic, or to only judging things that harm others. Then again, my experiences aren't that weird. They have an unconventional layer of paint on the top, but humans have been fawning over objects for the entirely of humanity. We have favorite things all the time. A mug that fits perfectly in our hands, clothes that fit our bodies well and protect us, a blanket, a pillow, a house--even more abstract things like a place, a time of day or year. We seek the embrace of the lovely light of dawn, we seek the comfort of a good coat or scarf or pair of gloves. We find ourselves distressed if separated from our favorite things, our preferred routines, from nature, from art, from enrichment, from abstract things like companionship and security and familiarity.

It's hard to replace a friend if you lose them, but you can fill your desire for companionship with another person. Even strangers fill this hole inside of us. We make small talk, and are happy when a barista remembers our order, and hold doors for people. Our desire for community can be viewed as a desire for connections with other humans, or simply as a desire for specific scenarios. We have so many voids inside of us, eating us alive, and we spend our entire lives filling those voids. It's complicated because some of the voids crave approval, and other voids crave things that are unapproved. But there's no harm in me being so attached to a plushie. I find companionship. I enjoy the specific scenario. I fill a void. It's harmless. I find comfort in that harmlessness. I am not hurting anyone, and that fact is like armor. Some people are attached to power, to abusive power, to abusing people. Some people fill their voids with nationalism, seeking comfort in an identity rooted in horrors. In a world where people are waging wars, it just doesn't seem that serious, that I find comfort when I press my forehead to my plushie's.

i hope that finding words for these feelings helps me understand myself better. It's good, to learn about yourself and your feeling. You have to understand yourself, if you ever hope to shake off shyness and shame and fear. And, it's reassuring, to study this aspect of myself and find no harm being done, to see the harmless details and intricacies. It's even beautiful, to find myself simply engaging in the act of existing, of being human, to see that I am creating a story for myself that brings me comfort and joy. I am simply making something. I could even claim that this is a type of art, and there's hardly any logical arguments that would disprove such a claim. If i am just harmlessly creating art for my own self, then, surely, surely, it is all okay.

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patchwork-puppybutch · 3 months ago

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Sex story, two people with tdicks fuck and call each other good puppies, oral sex, dildo, strap on, humping furniture, lots of love and consent and reassurance.

If you see this copied onto my less secret blog ummmm. don't mention it :3

We are both in the bed, sitting next to one another. We just got done showering. It's a cold night and the chill has taken over the bedroom, so we were quick to hurry under the blankets and snuggle up. I threw a thin crochet blanket over our heads, even, to help make a little warm tent without totally cutting off fresh air.

"Anything you want to do this evening?" I asked. We had the whole night to ourselves, and nothing to do in the morning.

You gave me a look. There was a suggestiveness in your eyes, a curiosity and anticipation, and a bit of a mischievous smile to your lips.

"Hmm?" I asked, playing ignorant to toy with you. It worked well, since your mind had utterly locked onto a specific idea.

"Each other," you answered immediately, a little shy but too horny to hold back.

I leaned into you more, sitting beside you, and took one of your hands into mine as I nuzzled your face with my cold nose. Your free hand moved to curl your arm around me. Gently, you lifted our clasped hands to your face, planting soft kisses on my fingers.

I nuzzled you until our lips met, and we kissed. It was a lovely kiss, starting slow but confident. First, just lips. Then, with a bit of hunger in your actions, your hand tightened on mine and your tongue brushed against my lips. I let my own slip out to meet yours. The sensation of feeling the tip of my tongue on yours--it always made my blood sing, loud enough to drown out every thought in my brain. I dove into the sensation. My thoughts were wordless pleasure, and my body shivered, delighted and begging for more. The arm you had around me tightened, squeezing my torso to yours, filling me with a sense of being safe and desired.

The kiss came to a natural end after an endless moment. My other hand was busy supporting us both and being rather trapped, so I untangled the hand that was holding yours so I could rub the back of my forefinger along the bottom of your chin, fluffing the long scraggly hair you had from being on T. You purred--an actual purr, just like a cat, something I'd managed to teach you to do. It was utterly endearing. I kissed along your cheek so I didn't block your purring mouth. Your free hand touched my exposed side, palm warm against my ribs. The touch was simple but it flooded me with another sense of being safe and desired. I leaned into you more, nuzzling my head into the crook of your shoulder and neck. You smelled like our soap, but you also smelled just a little like you, a little of your own scent blossoming up after being scrubbed away in the shower. I tried turning my head to smell your hair and breath in more of you. But your hair was cold and wet. I hissed lightly and hid my face in your neck again.

"Mmh?" you vocalized, ending your adorable purr.

"Evil," I mumbled, wiping the moisture off my face and onto your skin. "Evil wet hair."

You giggled, and did not try to headbutt me or otherwise attack me in any way with your cold wet hair. It must have taken a great deal of strength to behave. Or perhaps you were simply too horny to consider such atrocities. Instead, you began gently stroking my side with your hand. Palm flat in wide, slow up-and-down strokes; or fingertips gently swirling around my skin; until I stopped petting your chin, and moved my hand to curl around your neck, so that my arm wasn't a solid border between your hand and my breast. You instantly explored the exposed skin. Fingers traced teasingly along the side of my curves, before meandering up across the nipple. The gentle sensation made my entire body shiver, especially the muscles between my legs as they squeezed in anticipation. The pressure it created on my tdick was sublime. The muscles clenched harder so that my hips thrust lightly.

A soft wavering breath came from you in response. Your fingertips quickly returned to my nipple, brushing over the tip, swirling around it alongside your thumb, delighting me, tracing the outer edges, fleetingly going to caress the rest of my breast before hurrying back to the nipple again. I noticed my hips had begun to thrust rhythmically, grinding into nothing but the pressure of my legs pressing together. Your fingers and thumb splayed out wide to hold as much as you could in your palm, and you squeezed.

My teeth clamped onto your neck without any intention on my part. My brain was lost in your touch. It wasn't a soft nip--it was a full chomp, across the muscle that went from your jaw to your shoulder, slobbery and thoughtless. I noticed your warm skin in my mouth and flicked my tongue across it, causing your hand to clench around my breast. It was a little too tight but I liked it. My brain gorged itself on feeling desired. I sucked a little to keep from leaving too much saliva behind as I drew my mouth away.

It had sent you into a bit of a frenzy. Your hand lessened it's grip on my breast but only so it could paw around more, fast and desperate as it groped my breast from different angles--and your teeth were suddenly pinching over my earlobe. You drew your head back, gently dragging me by my ear, your arm around me pulling me along as you leaned over and drew me on top of you. My ear slipped free but I followed your will. I pressed my body over yours, and the hand that had been on my breast had to find somewhere more accessible. Fingertips slithered down my side until your hand clenched my butt. You dug in your fingers to the soft flesh, tugging enough that I felt the cold air on my butthole.

The blanket that had been over our heads was tangled between us for a moment until I clawed it away. The gesture had been a touch violent, almost a little angry at it for temporarily blocking your face from me.

"Thank you," you smiled up at me.

The shift in position had emphasized that we were still naked from showering together. Your bare chest presses against mine--cooler in some places and warmer in others as our bodies adjusted to being out of the warm water. I quickly lifted myself up enough to move my breasts right over your face. Your eyes went wide and wild and your head lifted up to latch teeth into the soft curves I offered. I gasped as you bit too hard, but I didn't tell you to stop. You didn't. Pressure erupted from the bite as you sucked my skin into your mouth and then clamped your teeth together.

I let out a pained hiss, but you only let up a tiny bit, so I tapped at you with a hand. Your mouth let go with a wet plop and you immediately shifted an inch and then started sucking again--but much gentler this time.

"Good," I encouraged. "A little harder." You obliged. "My nipple?" You opened your mouth and dragged your teeth along my skin until my nipple was in your mouth, then you closed your lips around it and sucked lightly. Your teeth just barely pressed into my skin. And then your tongue was on me, lapping at my nipple. My nipple was hard--from the cold and from you--and you flicked it firmly with your tongue. I lost myself in it. I only realized I'd dropped most of my weight onto you when I felt your mouth pressing painfully hard into me. I backed off a little, hoping I hadn't been too thoughtless, but your mouth followed me. Your teeth pinched just a little, keeping me from retreating any significant distance. I repositioned my arms, elbows to either side of your face, holding my breasts to you. Your hands came up to massage my breasts and to gently move them out of the way when you needed a breath. Your head turned every so often to give my other breast attention.

Your leg gently pressed into my tdick. I hadn't noticed that our legs were intertwining until then. I reached down to the blanket that was keeping us apart entirely, throwing it aside with the same touch of savagery that I'd given the other blanket. I had to move away from you for a moment, leaving my breasts chilly with the cold air on the spots of your saliva on me, but you let me move. I took the chance to reposition a little so my hips straddled your thigh. You took the chance to wedge a pillow under your head. I reached up and readjusted it for you when I realized it didn't quite look cozy. It made you give me the most loving look. The warmth and love in your eyes was so, so good. It felt like my soul thrummed in delight.

Then my tdick thrummed in delight when your thigh raised up into it again. I felt it steady as you planted your heel against the bed, giving me a sturdy surface to grind on. It was a little uncomfortable, physically, but the gesture made me melt into it. I rutted myself over your thigh. Surprisingly, it left a wet streak. I'd just dried off thoroughly after our shower. It was entirely me, wet.

Your entire body shivered in delight.

"God, you're so wet," you said. Your head was thrown back a little. Your hands moved to cradle my face, and I kissed what was in front of me: your chest and neck. I rutted against you again, smearing more of myself across you.

"Marking you," I growled softly into your skin. "Mine," I said as I rutted again. "Mine," I repeated with the next rut. Again, again, "Mine, mine, mine."

"Yours," you gasped breathlessly. Your hands moved down to my hips, nails biting into me. Your breathing was trembling. Firm hands shoved my hips down and up as I rutted, encouraging the movement. Your thigh shook a little under the force as I pressed harder with your added force. You moaned and it filled me with a deep satisfaction. You had moaned simply because I was grinding my wet dick against you, simply because I was chasing my own pleasure on your thigh. I delighted, knowing my own desire was giving you pleasure.

I nipped at your chest, along your collar and sternum, and was rewarded with a gasp with each nip. One of your hands found the back of my head and pressed my mouth into you just a little harder, so I chomped down firmer and sucked. It made your hips buck up, thrusting your thigh between my legs. The pressure was a little unaligned with my dick so it was a neutral thing, except for how goddamn feral it made me, to make you react like that. Now I readjusted so my thigh was placed over the warmth between your legs. It didn't make full contact with you, because of the way we were laying--until you moaned and your hips lurched up into the air, pressing your own wetness my thigh.

We rolled onto our sides, me still giving you a fantastic hickey, your hand pressing against the back of my head. Your other arm snaked free from under me now. We found comfortable places to put the arms we had pressing into the bed, and delightful places to put the hands we had free. Yours moved to my hip again to grind me against you, and mine grabbed your butt and rhythmically pulled you closer to grind your tdick against my thigh.

You curled into me with a moan, and I felt your teeth try to bite the top of my head. I laughed. But you were lost in the moment, and your head just threw back and moaned again. My lips began to leave kisses everywhere they touched. Your hand slid up from my hips to squeeze my breast and grab at my shoulders. I felt your teeth on the top of my head again and turned to look up at you. Eyes shut tight, mouth partly open, you looked divine. I nipped at your lower lip. Something between a moan and a snarl came from you before your lips slammed into mine. In a moment, you controlled yourself enough to actually kiss me instead of just growling with our lips together. The silliness of it had filled my chest with butterflies, but the passion of the kiss distracted me entirely. I let myself get lost in it. In you. In the moment and the shared pleasure and desire. My hips jerked in pleasure as your tongue brushed against mine, and pleasure from my dick arced through my entire body. I felt my entire body tense as the bliss struck me. A soft, high moan squeezed itself out of my tense throat.

My free hand navigated down to our hips, to where you were grinding on me. My fingers pressed into my thigh, hard, pushing my flesh out of my way so I could touch you. I felt your hard dick at the exact same time that a barkish moan came from you, your head curled down away from my lips as your muscles tightened in delight. Your hips pressed harder down on my thigh, but just for a moment. Then you found the will to back off just a little. Just enough for my fingers to slip between us, against your dick. Something like a growl came from you. Your body tried to curl up tighter, but that threatened to push me away. In an instant you'd willed yourself to press yourself into a better position. Your legs parted slightly.

I had you, now. At my finger tips. Literally. I let my hand run along your inner thighs. They were wet, and I couldn't tell where your wetness ended and mine began. Your hand began to move down to my dick, but I gently moved it to my breast instead.

"Here is good," I told you, and you immediately began to paw and squeeze at me. I wanted you to touch me down there, too, but didn't want to deal with our hands and arms in each other's way.

I gently put my fingertips on your ribs and then slid them down your belly, leaving streaks of wetness. My fingers brushed into your belly hair, and followed the fluff lower. Just before my fingers reached your dick, I moved them to trace along the inner bend of your hip and thigh, down the left side then up the right. Your mouth found mine just to nip at my lip, protesting the teasing and begging for more. I stroked my fingers up and down the fluffy outer labia. Gentle pressure stimulated the sensitive tissue underneath, and probably jostled your dick a little. You bit down on my lip again and didn't let go. The longer I teased, the harder your bite became. I clicked my tongue twice to try to tell you to stop, but you didn't respond. I hadn't tapped you with my hand yet, nor even moved my hand away from your parts, so I wasn't sure if you didn't understand the request or were choosing to be a little disobedient.

I clicked my tongue again, twice, slower. I could feel how much willpower it took for you to let go of my lip. It was fucking adorable.

"Good boy," I praised your obedience, and goddamn you responded. A harsh moan came from you as your hips bucked into my hand, thrusting your dick against my palm and finally getting some relief from the teasing. The sensation was too good to handle. Your hips slammed together around my hand, pinning it to your dick. I started to giggle and you'd already gotten half a dozen thrusts against me as your hips furiously humped my hand. My giggles fell away as I melted into the unfathomably attractive sensation of your hard, wet dick thrusting against my palm. I just melted. I felt myself curl up a little in pleasure, and found myself kissing at your chest. As you realized I wasn't going to ask you to stop, both of your arms wrapped around my torso and pressed us together firmly. I had to tilt my head to the side to breathe. My own dick had been left in the cold, literally, when you'd put your legs together, and the chilling sensation was good. I liked temperature play and cold things. And I really liked how feral you were being, utterly lost in the moment.

I settled into it, gloating to myself about how wonderful it was to explore ourselves and our bodies and sexualities together. It was comfortable to just nuzzle the side of my face against your chest and relax my wrist, letting you have me.

"Oh-kay?" you asked after a little while. Poor thing, it sounded like you could barely form words with how lost you were in your pleasure.

"God, yes," I promised, genuinely checking in with myself. I looked closely at my own emotions as you gripped me tight, slightly too tight, and rutted against my hand that was still held right against your eager dick. Yes, this was utterly okay. "I'm in heaven. Keep going, puppy."

You nodded and then absolutely threw yourself into it, trusting me entirely to speak up if I needed anything. Little moans began to escape with each thrust, and I tilted my head up to catch sight of your beautiful face. You took it as an invitation for a kiss, and I instantly lost all thoughts as pleasure drowned me, your kiss thoughtful despite how desperate you were. Your lips moved in my favorite ways and your tongue flicked against mine blissfully. I felt the control slowly slip away. It got a little sloppy, a little too much pressure, and then your teeth pinched over my bottom lip. The sensation was divine. Sparks went through me. Your hips had gotten clumsy too, thrusting a little wilder, rougher, pressing together tighter and tighter. I opened my eyes a little to look at your face. God, were you going to come like this? You looked like it. You felt like it. A squeaky gasp slipped from your lips as your mouth opened, head turning to nuzzle into my cheek, as your thrusting stuttered. The gasp turned into a moan--then a shuddering moan as your muscles squeezed even tighter. I shivered my palm against your dick, and wow. With a rugged gasping inhale, your legs spread open and your hips pounded your dick into my palm. Quickly I slipped my fingers over your dick. Forefinger on one side, ring finger on the other, and middle finger gently pressing down on the shaft. Your dick was hard, and I felt it pulse firmly and guessed you were mid-orgasm. I began stroking your dick with my fingers expertly placed and god, your moan was almost a shout. Your hips bucked into my hands, firmly once, and then began to fuck my hand as fast as your hips could move. I sped up too, stroking as fast as I could go, and you cried out with bliss, my name somewhere in the sound. With my hand following my instructions perfectly, I split off a bit of attention, just enough to bite down and suck on your chest. You shuddered in ecstasy. Your hips staggered, ruting a few more times with pauses between each desperate thrust. I delighted in the sensation of your dick twitching hard against my hand.

I slowly lessened my bite until you gently left my mouth. Your chest had quite a few dark bruises and bite marks. Very satisfying for me. Your muscles loosened around me as you came down from the orgasm. I gently took my hand from between your legs and stretched it around, flexing all the muscles that had gotten stiff. You let me softly slide it back against your dick.

One thousand kisses rained on my face and your hands swirled lovingly over my back.

"That was a good puppy," I murmured to you. It elicited a long, dreamy inhale and exhale.

Both your hands locked onto my hips again as you moved us both. I was preparing to snuggle into your chest and lay on you, but your hands were dragging me more. Dragging my hips up, over you. I steadied my legs under me but you kept pulling me off balance, until I realized with a fiery jolt that you were pulling my hips to your mouth.

Now working together, we positioned my hips over your head. I kept myself raised for the moment to give you control over how and when this started. Your hands moved around to my butt, curling up along my hips and thighs, and then jerked my body down onto your mouth with no preamble or teasing.

You were all hunger and desire as my wetness landed on your mouth and chin. Your tongue pressed against me. It pressed against my hole, then firmly traced a path up to my dick, where you began lapping at full force. I heard a gutteral moan escape me as I bowed forward, too far, my hips rising up as I landed on all fours. You grabbed my hips and pulled them down onto your own, dragging my torso onto yours. Then you moved us both. Our heads were now closer to the wall. I quickly clamored back into place with my hips over your head.

Thoughtful, you cleaned up some of my wetness. The sensory of having it smeared all over my parts was unpleasant for me and sometimes made it harder to enjoy things. You gently ran your hands over the areas that you knew I'd want you to, wiping your hands on your own chest to dry them off as you worked quickly. It embarrassed me a little and gave me a new anxiety.

"Too wet for you?" I asked.

You looked up at me with wide eyes.

"Nope!" you reassured. "I just know the sensory can bother you. Am I helping?" I nodded sheepishly. "Good!" You gave me a suggestive grin then. "I figured you'd like to see me covering myself in you, anyways," you said as you wiped another trail of my wetness over your chest. I glanced behind me to look at your body, which was streaked in shiny lines of me.

"You are right," I confirmed. "Good puppy." Your hips thrusted a little at that. "God, what a good dog," I sighed dreamily.

At that, your hands grabbed my hips and pulled me into your mouth. I had to lean forward and catch myself on the wall, to keep from collapsing with pleasure as your tongue began its firm strokes over my dick. I was hard and at my full length, and my dick flopped around in your mouth as your tongue started circling it. Then you sucked, holding my dick firmly against the soft parts of your mouth, and gently prompted me with your hands to start fucking your face.

I did. You alternated between holding my dick firmly, and loosening up so I'd slide entirely out of your mouth into the chilly air before you'd suck me back into your mouth. I wasn't able to feel all the details of what else you were doing. Eventually your tongue meandered down to my hole and flicked inside me, filling me briefly and barely in a way that teased me so much it practically hurt.

"Finger?" I whimpered. You toyed with me by angling your hand around to gently stroke a finger along my dick. I accidentally retaliated by thrusting my hips hard onto your face, desperately seeking the penetration I wanted, trying to work with what you were giving me. Your other hand tapped twice on my butt and I quickly lifted up an inch or so.

"Sorry," I whimpered, apparently unable to make other noises.

"Mmh--" was all you replied with before tugging my hips back down. I adjusted my positioning a little to try to squish you less, but any thoughts I had about that were replaced with the sheer and utter bliss of being filled as your fingertip pressed into me. My hips settled my dick back into your mouth. It was an awkward angle for you but I couldn't even conceptualize that. I was lost in the pleasure. I ached for more, for you to go deeper, for my dick to fuck your mouth, and my body began rutting. I kept myself barely gentle enough for you to tolerate. It was a struggle that I lost every so often my hips let loose a harder thrust. Your fingertip slipped in and out of me as I fucked your mouth. I must have gotten too rough, despite my efforts, because you tapped me eventually. I dutifully lifted my hips a little and glanced down. You looked equal parts happy and focused, taking your role seriously. What a good boy.

"Good pup," I praised.

Your eyes darted to mine. Slowly, your hand coaxed me back onto your mouth, putting me where you could work best. Your fingertip gently pressed into me again. I moaned and accidentally headbutt the wall, but you didn't even laugh. Your hand on my hip moved to stroke my face for a moment. Our eyes were gently locked together as I finally, finally felt your finger enter me deeper. Bliss. Bliss strong enough to make my eyes shut tight, but I kept them open, blinking down at you. It felt so good, fulfilling, soothing the ache for pleasure, and almost brought me to tears. Your tongue swirled softly around my dick, and your finger went deeper, deeper, deeper. My hips jerked forward and you grunted as your finger left me.

"Ow," you mumbled into my dick.

"Oh, sorry," I said, voice shivering in bliss and newfound ache to be filled again. I started to lift my hips from your mouth but both of your hands grabbed me firmly.

"Dildo?" you suggested.

I crawled off of you and grabbed my fantasy dildo from the nightstand drawer and settled back on your face in a single, very fast, very desperate motion. It rested uselessly in my hand as you repositioned my dick on your lips. Gently you sucked, pulling just the head into your mouth. Your tongue pressed into it and I shuddered.

You gently prompted me to lift up, just a few inches. You looked so submissive despite how much you were guiding me. You looked helpless. Trapped under me. Between my legs. You looked helpless and weak, except for the expertly controlled excitement in your eyes and the way you confidently took the dildo from my hands. I shifted one of my legs out quite a ways. Your eyes were trained between my legs, watching as you pressed the tip of the dildo against my parts. The head of it slipped in completely effortlessly. It never did that when I used it alone, but it was always easier with you turning me on, and you'd absolutely drawn every iota of horniness to the forefront of my existence. The dildo widened just a little below the head, and you gently began to move it in and out of me. I braced myself against the wall to keep from falling over in bliss. The flared head helped draw my wetness towards my entrance, where it coated the dildo deeper and deeper with every soft push.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped. Your eyes met mine with a calm, confident pride. "Fuck, pup." Now your calm expression broke into a smile. "Good fucking dog."

"Wwwwoof," you quietly replied, too distracted by me to show any embarrassment like you sometimes did.

You started fucking me properly with it. Just the way I liked. Occasionally swapping between my favorite rhythms. Changing from gentle to firm at your whim and to my utter delight. The leg that I'd stuck out to give you access began to quiver. Your free hand gently drew it back into place. The wall was cold on my hands and my face as I leaned into it. Eventually the thrusting slowed and you nestled it as deep as it went, and pulled my hips back down over your mouth. I spread my legs a little to settle onto you.

The base of the dildo blocked a lot of me from your mouth, until you pulled it back towards my ass a little, shifting it inside me. It tilted and a deep moan came from me. The lower half of it pressed harder into the back of my interior, and the upper half leaned forward, hard, right into my G-spot. Your breath moved over the recently exposed areas of my exterior, cold and tantalizing. Then you pulled me down. Your warm lips and hot tongue replaced the cold air. I shuddered as I barely resisted the urge to absolutely slam my hips down onto your face.

"Doin okay?" I asked, glancing down.

Your eyes were locked on my face. You nodded. I looked into your steady, exuberant eyes as your tongue began to lap at my dick. One of your hands was around me, at the back of my hole, holding the dildo out of your way. Gently you began to pulsate your hold on it. It pulsed inside me the same. Your other hand clutched hungrily at my hips. It was one of the only parts of your body that wasn't tightly under your control. Your nails dug into me. I put one of my hands over it, pushing your nails in harder and then dragging your hand across my skin. For a moment, your eyes shut in bliss. When they opened again, you'd turned your wild hand into a tool honed for my pleasure, and began dragging your nails up and down my body, leaving pink lines. At that sight, I got lost in the bliss and didn't have the awareness to see anything anymore. You sucked my dick deeper into your mouth. Then you let it slide out, and the hand controlling the dildo let it slide out of me just a little. In unison, you took me back into you as you pushed the dildo fully inside.

My hips were firm and unmoving now, held captive and unthinking by the sensation of penetration. My weight pressed harder into the wall as my body relaxed all the muscles not contributing to the bliss.

You felt as my body fell into a soothed ecstasy. Your hands softly went to my hips and moved me. I didn't notice until I was laying on my back. I ran a hand through your hair as you settled yourself between my hips. I instantly had my legs wrapped around you, pulling you in tight and moaning unthinkingly, arms curling around you desperately.

"One sec," you said. I instantly let you free. "The silicon is grabbing my fluff," you explained as you grabbed the first pair of your underwear you found in the clean laundry basket.

I smiled as I watched you put them on. Soft curves, beautiful muscles sneaking around underneath fat, quick and excited energy in your movements.

"I love you so, so much," I told you.

You beamed as you came back to me. I held my arms and legs open for you. You leaned into my embrace. Your skin met mine, and your hips pressed firmly on the dildo to nudge it deep inside. God, you felt good.

"I love you too, my precious," you replied earnestly. If you noticed that you'd accidentally quoted Gollum, you didn't let it show. I gifted you with the decision to not point it out, either. Your weight settled over mine, chest to chest, belly to belly, hips to hips. Your forehead came to rest at my lips so I kissed it.

In an incredibly sexy motion, you grabbed onto me tightly and readjusted us to a better part of the bed, halfway gentle and halfway tossing me like a doll. Your hips stayed pressed to me the entire time, and movements caused my legs to ensnare you as the dildo shifted in me. Your arms tugged my entire lower half up, into the air, held in place purely by resting against your own hips. You thrusted.

All of my muscles softened as the dildo nudged as deep as possible. Gently, you began to rock your hips into me. The dildo was just being pressed on repeatedly, without any strap to pull it out when you moved your hips back. It still felt amazing. I curled into you and held you tight for a long while as you fucked me. After a time you sat up. I almost used my legs to shove you back onto my chest. But I moaned loud enough to embarrass myself when the dildo suddenly pulled out of me a short ways and then pushed back in. I looked at our hips. You were grinning, so goddamn handsome and cocky. One of your hands held the base of the dildo to you. I briefly considered suggesting actually attaching it to you with the strap, but then you thrusted out and in again. My head leaned back as I lost all coherent thought. You fucked me slow at first. When my hips began to thrust, you matched my rhythm. The pace was still slow, but fast enough to wear you out after a good while.

"Need a rest," you said, falling beside me with shaking legs and arms. You'd been using a lot of muscles to hold yourself over me and fuck me with one hand holding the dildo to yourself.

"Rest, my good pup," I said slyly, climbing on top of you. Your smile was beautiful as I started bouncing on your hips. Your arms were tired and trembling but they reached up and made the slightest contact with my breasts, which were bouncing, your fingertips brushing against my moving body. One hand suddenly pinched onto a nipple and I moaned, immobilized as your fingers teased it.

"Keep going," you encouraged, giving a firm thrust with your hips to start my movement again. I rode you as hard as I wanted now that I had your hips under mine, instead of your face.

"Strap?" I whimpered finally. You nodded and I went to grab it from the nightstand. Nope. "Fuck." I looked back at you with the biggest, begging-est eyes. "It's in the clean laundry basket somewhere."

An absolutely fiendish look came to your eyes.

"Better dig for it, pup."

I felt my entire brain stutter as the sentence launched me into sub space.

I clamored over to the basket and started pawing through it desperately. I was so desperate and focused. The dildo sliding out of me panicked me briefly and I reached between my legs, thinking it was about to slip out. I found your hand on it. Fast and hard, you shoved it back in. And God, it felt good. I'd been genuinely scared when it had slipped out, worried it would fall on the floor and we'd have to take a huge pause to clean it. And, my insides had replaced the dildo as it slipped out, replaced it with a tangible and aching emptiness that begged and pleaded and howled to be filled again, to be put right. My entire body fell forward into the basket when you shoved it back inside me, soothing every ache and unpleasant emotion in a single thrust, replacing everything bad with something purely good. The emotions left me motionless in the basket as my brain swirled blissfully.

"You okay?" you asked quietly.

"Please." God everything felt so good. Even the laundry, cool and soft to the touch and smelling of home and safety. "Fuck me, fuck, please--"

Words left me as you obliged instantly, taking a chance and hoping I wanted it rough. I did. It was a little too rough and I felt my skin pull uncomfortably for a second, so I reached down to adjust and--when my hand touched my dick, I lost it. The angle was awful and my arm was crushed under me against the basket's edge but I couldn't help but stroke my dick, just as fast and hard as you were fucking me with the dildo. I'd been close to coming a few times already, but each time the feeling had slithered away because I hadn't been ready to end things yet, hadn't been ready to hunt that bliss. But now, the bliss was hunting me. I wasn't ready to come yet because I wanted more. I wanted to find the strap. But now an impending orgasm was chasing me, and I was easy prey as I laid helplessly, arm hurting from my own desperation, struggling to find enough air with my face pressed into the cool, clean laundry, and with you behind me fucking me with all the urgency and intensity I craved. It was a short moment before the lack of air got to me and I raised up, bending awkwardly so you could keep fucking me while I stroked myself.

"Puppy!" came a mockingly chastising voice as you stopped fucking me. I tried to freeze. Every muscle paused obediently, even my breath catching, except my hand only went faster. I heard myself whimpered like a dog. The dildo was still buried deep and pleasurable, until you took it. But my orgasm was on the brink and my hand went faster. "Did I say you could touch yourself?" you asked in a specific playful voice reserved for domming me.

My hand finally went still. All of my puppy parts tingled with echoes of the sensations, and an orgasm was so close. I wanted it to wait, so you could use the strap. But I wanted to come, too. I wanted it so bad that I found myself falling back into the basket, wet hand carefully held in the air away from the laundry, as my hips thrusted onto nothing and my back arched.

"Awrooo," my libido begged like a dog. God, was I going to come like this? God I wanted it.

"That's better," you praised as you gently pat my back. The sensation went through me like bliss and I felt my hips tremble as my orgasm almost, almost, came to the surface. It began to fade into sheer desperation and I pushed my butt farther into the air at you.

"More?" I asked. I was also asking a different question--was it okay if I used words?

"Find the strap," you told me.

I leaned up and started digging again, one sticky hand in the air and one good hand searching for the right fabric. When the dildo gently touched me, it was cold, and I dug faster. I threw a towel towards the bed to get it out of my way but it landed on the floor.

"Puppy!" you scolded lightly. "Don't throw clean laundry on the floor." You were giggling to yourself, which made me feel so content and happy. God I loved that you knew I was silly. I loved that you saw me for who I was, and you loved me for it. The dildo wasn't touching me anymore, but now it came back, cold again.

Finally I found the elusive strap-on strap.

"Woof!" I barked in glee, holding it up in front of me to show you.

"Good dog!" you praised, reaching forward to scratch my head. "Good dog, good dog!" You and the dildo moved. When I turned to look for guidance, you were gesturing towards the bed. I tossed the strap on the bed and climbed onto the edge, flopping on my belly, my legs splayed and my hole begging to be fucked. I waited patiently for an eternity or so. The strap-on clasps clinked as you put it on. Absentmindedly, one of my hands had slid down under my belly and was rubbing my dick. I didn't even notice until I felt a jolt of pleasure when my hips thrusted against my hand. I didn't stop, though. Instead I lifted my hips. I kept going, waiting for you to see that I wasn't following orders. I didn't look back at you or anything. I just closed my eyes and kept thrusting on my hand. It felt good. God, it felt good. My orgasm was still so near. I was going to wait for you, I had decided. I wanted to get dicked down. But the bliss rushed through me and I wondered if I'd have the willpower to stop myself if I got too close. I realized that the only sound in the room was me stroking my wet dick.

I stopped and looked back to you.

You were smiling in utter devious delight.

"No, go ahead," you grinned. "If you're too desperate to listen like a good puppy, go ahead."

I was too lost in bliss to even think it through, and I let out a whimpering moan as my hand and hips jerked back into action. God I was close. I was so close. It felt so good. The cool air was exciting against my fully exposed self. It felt good to be so exposed and free. Were you watching me? God I wanted you to watch. I glanced back at you again as I pawed at myself, and was struck with a new wave of bliss as I saw you watching me get myself off.

"Arf?" I barked, suddenly realizing that you'd gotten the dildo strapped to yourself. It looked so hot, big and hard and wet from being inside me. Your arms were folded over your chest in a very cocky way, a gorgeous grin on your face as you stared at my exposed dick and hole. "Fuck me?"

"Mmh?" You raised your eyebrows dramatically. "Only obedient dogs get dicked down, my love." My hand froze. Finally your eyes moved from my dick to my face.

"What do I do?" I asked, desperate to know how to earn the strap-on.

"You weren't supposed to touch yourself."

Ohh. Oh.

"Oh, nooo," I whined with genuine anguish. "I forgot! I forgot, and then! You said I could!" I arched my back to lift my butt up higher. "Please? Please fuck me?" I gazed back at you with so much lust in my heart.

You were clearly trying to be stern but you broke into a fit of snickering. "Did you really forget?" you giggled, totally broken from character.

"Mhm," I nodded as pathetically as possible. "Puppy forgot..."

You were behind me in a quick moment, hands warm on my butt, lowering my hips down to meet yours.

"You're so fucking funny, puppy," you said as you tugged my hips back, brushing my parts against the dildo. "Well, did you do your best? To be good for me?" Your domming-your-pup tone was back.

"Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes--"

I was going to keep saying yes for eternity, until you started fucking me, and you didn't make me wait long at all. You gently guided the dildo into me. The angle was a little awkward, but the bed was at a functional height for you to stand and fuck me, as discovered in the past. It didn't slide in all the way in one thrust. The wetness on it had dried a little. But I was still sopping wet, and it only took a couple thrusts to bottom out. I moaned and pushed myself back onto it, feeling your hips on my butt. You gently pet my hair as you started to fuck me perfectly.

You went hard and slow at first, making my insides thrum with bliss. The dildo had a lot of creative texture, and they all raked against my insides wonderfully. It felt so good, and I wanted so badly to touch my dick, too. My hand started slipping down under me.

"Hey," you said. I froze. "I don't think puppies even have hands for that. Puppies have paws." Slowly I returned my hand to where it belonged, in front of me, fingers curled gently to make a paw shape. "That's a good dog," you praised, and I could hear the smile in your voice. "Roll over."

You didn't stop thrusting. I did my best to roll over without losing you, but you slipped out and waited for me. I was instantly rewarded with a gentle, slow belly rub, exactly how I like them. You let me curl my legs around you and pull you close. Your hands deftly lined up the dildo with my hole. With a quick thrust, you bottomed out again. A barking moan escaped me. You pulled out slowly, then thrust back in--a pace I really liked. Then your hand was on my dick. You staggered a little as my legs tensed and drew you even closer to me.

When you started to thrust again, I had a sly idea.

"Good dog," I said. Your eyebrows raised but I felt your hips buck into me a little firmer than you intended. "Good dog." You kept going. "What a good puppy," I crooned, "fucking me so perfectly."

You broke a little, hands quickly moving to either side of me as you leaned in, hips staggering into me.

"Mmmh, my good puppy," I kept praising. When I lifted a hand to pet your hair, your stern dom character collapsed.

"I'm a good dog?" you asked in a very pathetic voice.

"Oh, fuck yes," I promised. "Fuck me like my good dog."

Your hips slammed into me now, over and over, fast and hard, and each thrust shoved me a little farther onto the bed, until just the corner of the mattress was available to push between your legs with each thrust. Then you went feral. You, me, and the corner of the mattress all sank down a few inches as you dropped your weight onto it, desperate for that friction against your own dick. Your thrust stopped being about my pleasure, about dicking me down, and started being about grinding against the corner of the bed. The dildo thrust into me so wonderfully, but not quite how I needed it to. I got lost for a while in how hot it was. Your face tensed as you chased your pleasure. I felt my dick throb desperately as your weight rubbed against it. It was enough to draw my orgasm very near, but not quite all the way.

"Fuck me," I pleaded now. "Puppy--puppy, please? Fuck me?" In a very loving show of willpower, you picked up most of your weight, and returned most of your attention to me. The rhythm returned to the ones that drove me wild. Your hand went to my dick with renewed intentions and started stroking perfectly. My moan was like a growl of bliss as my orgasm roared up inside of me and took me without any restraint. My hands clawed at the sheets, and then at the air towards you. You leaned your head forward so I could grab your face. I wanted to pull you in. To kiss you. To bite you. You stayed where you were, where you could reach all my favorite spots, while I shook and tensed. I probably made weird noises that would embarrass me, but I was in the deep throes of orgasm, and I didn't see or hear anything. It left me a little quicker than I wanted, but that was fine. I fell back. When had I sat up halfway? Still inside me, you now leaned forward and let me bundle you up in my arms and legs.

"Good pup," I mumbled past my sudden exhaustion. I moaned as your hips swayed, an unintentional tail-wag-esque response to praise.

I responded by grinding my hips onto you a little, and that was all the permission you needed to begin gently rutting into me. I could tell you were getting friction on your own dick.

"Fucking yourself now?" I found the energy to say. You went still, but I encouraged you. "You deserve it. Keep doing what feels good, puppy."

The tight embrace and rhythmic motion lulled me into a light sleep. I woke up, still under you and in your arms, as you whimpered.

"Doing okay?" I checked in.

You nodded, and then found some words to speak. "Just grinding on the bed a little--is that okay still?"

"Yes, good puppy," I promised, putting both hands in your hair and petting you. "Feel good still?"

"Mhmm," you whimpered into my ear.

"Puppy can come for me, if you want."

Your thrusts got a little more desperate and I felt a pulse of pleasure as the dildo hit a little deeper. I'd mostly forgotten about it--the sensation greatly lessened after my orgasm. This movement seemed to wake things up, though.

I praised you as you kept humping the bed between my legs. My hole was getting a little sore. I considered asking you to just take it out and set it aside, but part of me was immensely pleased with the situation as you fucked me incidentally, your real efforts focused on yourself. It made me feel very passive, and that made me feel safe. It felt like I was invincible against criticism, since I wasn't asking for anything, only there for emotional closeness and any pleasure you felt from knowing your movements were fucking me. It was effortless to simply lay under you and hold you and run my hands through your hair. I enjoyed your weight on me, and your whimpering in my ear. When you got close, your thrusts found wonderful places in me. My grip around you tightened.

"Doing okay?" you asked suddenly, freezing in place. "I can--can move, or, or stop, or, do you want--"

You finally got the message i was trying to send as I curled my legs around you again and nipped at your ear. You started thrusting again, adjusting your weight to focus on me again.

"Keep enjoying yourself," I coaxed. "You're being so good for me." Your weight slowly sank to push your dick into the mattress again. "That's my good dog," I praised. "It feels good, what you're doing. Do you want anything from me?"

That made you pause. "Um... I think I um..." I pet your hair encouragingly. "...want to come like this? Is that okay?"

"Absolutely, fuck yes," I said softly. "This is really cozy and snuggly and feels nice, for me. You can do what feels good for you."

Your hips started thrusting you very purposefully, and a shuddering moan escaped you.

"I'm good puppy?" you whimpered.

"Fuck yes," I promised, really ruffling your hair for a second. "God, my best puppy. The best puppy." I adored how it made your thrusts harder. "Such a good dog, fucking themselves for me." That really encouraged you. Your thrusts got so hard, the entire bed mattress was shifting around, being shoved against the wall with each thrust. The dildo in me started to feel a little uncomfortable but I didn't want to stop until you came. It still felt really good, too, and some part of you was now rubbing firmly against my dick in an amazing way. I wondered if I would come again before you did. I felt like I could eventually, if this kept on for long enough.

Your teeth dug into my shoulder as your thrusts got uneven. A long moan came from you, louder with each of the final thrusts. The bite was too hard but I didn't stop you. I didn't want to. You had the dildo buried deep in me as you moaned in ecstasy next to my ear, and I was drinking in the moment voraciously.

"Good dog," I praised as your orgasm made you shudder and collapse onto me. "My perfect puppy."

All of your energy channeled itself into pressing into me now, curling around me for safety and love. Your muscles were languid with exhaustion, but your breathing and heart rate were full throttle still. I held you close and told you how good you were. You caught your breath at your own pace in my arms. I lovingly stroked your sides, and your back, and your neck, and pet your hair. Your breathing became longer and deeper and softer. The sound filled me with ease and contentment. Eventually we had to readjust, but we ended up with you as my little spoon. I pet your hair and ran my hands over your sides and told you how good you were until you fell asleep, and then I kept going until I fell asleep, too.

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