Gentle Somno ... Sliding Yourself Inside Me While I Feel Super Sleepy And I Can't Do Much Besides Gasp

i'm a good dog. a well-trained dog. i sit so prettily on the floor to wait for you to come home from work. you have such a stressful job ! it's only fitting that you get to come home and let it out on me.

you get home and sit yourself down on the couch. you let me sit down near your feet, close enough that your hand can go to my head and stroke your fingers through my hair. i lean into the touch, so different from how you hurt me. not that i'd ever complain.

your hand moves, holding your palm up near my face, and you smile so sweetly at me, asking me to come closer. i know what's coming, but i don't stop myself from placing my cheek so gently against the palm of your hand.

slap.

you hit me. hard. my head rocks back and i have to catch myself with my hands to keep from falling to the ground. but when i look up at you, you're smiling sweetly again.

you ask if that hurt. you apologize. you hold your hand out again. i place my cheek against your palm.

slap.

again and again. you coo at me, tell me you're so sorry, you just can't help it. my face looks too pretty, my bruises have faded too much. you just have to give me another black eye. and every time you slap, i find myself placing my bruised cheek back down against your hand.

i'm nothing if not a well-trained dog.

Not to be autistic or anything but pleaseeeee let me lick and suck your tdick pleaseeeee.... i have an oral fixation and need to stim pleaseeeeee sir

He wore his puppy ears while eating me out today and he looked so fucking cute I recommend purchasing some

I miss training.

I love being told what to do and it's exhausting doing my job and being in charge all the time and having to make decisions without always knowing the fallout or context or consequences. I want that taken from me, because I'd willingly give it up occasionally in exchange for structure, support, and compassion.

I want someone to tell me I did a good job and it's their turn now, they're responsible. I want the rush I get when I do something right. I want the attention when I get it wrong and I want the practice to make myself perfect. I want the puzzle and the challenge. I want to feel stupid or confused and I want to be happy and proud to finally understand.

"Sit."

I kneel at their feet on the ground.

"No, again, Sit."

A physical repercussion; tugging my leash, tapping my body with a stick or crop, manhandling me into proper positioning.

"Good boy!"

A reward! A treat, pets, a kiss

"Again, boy, Sit."

I do it again, attempting my best to repeat the pose.

"Almost," with a few gentle corrections. "Smile at me too, I want to see your face paying attention. Again, Sit."

I smile, loving my trainers attention and focus.

"What a good boy, so smart," they kiss my cheek, "so obedient," and place their hands on my shoulders and in my hair, "so trainable." A hand holds my chin.

"Good boy, now Open."

Owner just rearranged his room and he set up a pup corner for meeee!! He had put a bunch of blankets and stuffed animals there and (!!) it's right next to his bed.

ok but dom bottom who rides me and coos sweet praise to me. he wants me to breed him so bad

"good puppy. you're such a handsome boy." he cups my cheek in his hand. "aren't you?"

"im so glad we didnt get you fixed pup." he rides me harder. "you're going to give me so many puppies." and i whine high pitched like a dog

"just think of how pretty our puppies are going to be with you as the father." he traces a finger at my jaw.

i pant while he grinds himself onto my knot. "you gonna let me take the knot? good boy." while he makes the knot slip inside him.

i shoot so much puppy cum into him theres no way he's not getting pregnant. he tells me im a handsome stud dog. he gyrates his hips on my knot so i can release all my pent up cum inside him. all that seed is going right to his womb to give him a litter. and he praises me for all the puppies im going to give him.

i ❤️ ... (button sets, part 1) by Claire Thompson

Apologetic cnc. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry" as he forces another inch into you, feeling too good for him to stop.

"fakeboy" this, "i will never be a real man" that, how about i gag you with my boxers so that you can't say stupid shit like that anymore, then pound your ass while playing with your tiny cock until you come completely undone under me. i need you to learn that just because you're a faggot doesn't mean you're not a man