The Difference In Pleasure Between Jerking Off On My Back And Jerking Off On All Fours Is INSANE, I Literally

“Just a moment, dear, people are talking.”

“Am I not people?”

“Would you like to be people right now?”

“… no, I don’t think I wanna be people right now, Mistress.”

“Very well, my sweet pet. Would you like to sit on Mistress’ lap quietly while she talks to people?”

“…”

“What a lovely obedient pet.”

Clicker training 😵‍💫😵‍💫

God. I need to be trained when to cum, when you bark for them , when to moan…

btw when a person tells you they usually don’t cum or have a hard time with it, pushing them to cum (“come on, baby, cum for me!” “are you close?” “i want to make you cum” etc) makes it less likely for them to cum and will in fact make them feel very pressured and have less fun because they now feel like you’re not going to have fun if they don’t cum.

the goal for sex isn’t to cum. the goal of sex is to enjoy yourselves. you can have fun without orgasms. orgasms are a bonus. stop treating sex like it’s not good enough if your partner doesn’t climax.

Gods I need to fuck him so bad. And not even just normally, I need to be rough and possessive with him, holding him face down ass up, pounding into his cunt, gripping his hips so hard they'll leave bruises for days. I need to bite him and mark him up everywhere my mouth can possibly reach, his skin always looks so good covered in my little love bites and hickeys. I need to tell him that he's mine, to have him repeat it back to me with every thrust I make into his needy cunt. I need to fuck him so deeply, so good and rough that he has tears running down that pretty boy face, absolutely fucked out and so out of it that he can only moan and drool and try to beg for more. And fuckk if I could I'd knot and breed him too, claiming him in every possible way I can, claiming him in such a way that he won't want or need anyone else. I just need him badly

When he grabs your hair roughly and says “I wonder how much harder I’d have to pull for it to come out” while slowly pulling harder and harder <3333

if you speak to me like i’m a stupid dog i will get so hard my vision will blur just saying

"oh haha is that a dog cage?" getting down on all fours "that's so cool lol. hm? oh don't mind me, I just dropped my phone." crawling inside "i'm sure it's in here somewhere." slowly turning in circles and laying down "where is it? gosh i need to think on this for a bit." falling asleep "you can close that door btw."

I think it says something about me personally that I struggle with getting off on dumbification/bimboification/petplay in the “useless cute little puppy” way, but immediately fall apart over being someone’s weapon or tool or useful object or hunting dog or smart little thing. I need to be lesser than in a masochistic way but also I have to be so useful all of the time. I can’t be a dumb puppy, because then I can’t outperform all of your other puppies and make your life easier and impress you every single day and snarl and bite at anyone who is anything less than worshipful to you. I’d rather be a useful slut, brilliant, helpful and an active participant in my own subjugation. And isn’t that a better feeling anyway? Knowing that someone so worthwhile absolutely worships you? Knowing that I could easily ruin someone, and I would if you ever directed me to?

put a collar on me so when you're fucking into me the bell jingles. move me how you want it when I give you head/eat you out so the bell jingles. Make me squirm so it jingles.

Condition me to get soaked when the bell jingles. Make me associate that little noise with pleasure

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."