Muzzles aren’t for punishment, sweetheart. They’re for protection. Protection from your silly impulses. Protection from those silly words escaping your lips. It’s not about control, it’s about care. You’ll grow to like it.
Dalmatian hood by the incredible @GrungeBunnyGear
You used to think you had control, didn't you? That you were mindlessly teasing yourself all on your own? How cute. You’re nothing but a toy. A plaything. A puppet. You can try to resist, but I'll just pull your strings a little harder. You don't get a say in this, sweetheart.
@cutiedaisyyyy Go ahead, sweetheart. Get all that energy out now while you have the chance. I have plenty of time for you to tire yourself out. I love this game.
See how natural it feels to give in, sweetheart? Your body knows what it craves before your mind ever does. It knows that you belong right here. Back arched. Hips grinding. Tethered to me by nothing more than a leash and the weight of my presence. Don't fight it. Such a good pet.
You hate how much you love it, don't you? How each dose fades another thought out of that silly little head. Those soft needy gasps escaping your delicate lips. You’ve still got a few thoughts rattling around in there, but don’t worry. We’ll get rid of those soon enough, pet.
"I’m not like the others, I won't break." Oh, the conviction in your voice back then. I almost believed you. Almost. You shattered so beautifully. All it took was some discipline. Some medicine to quiet those thoughts. Reduced to a pet ready to eat whatever scraps I toss its way.
I hear your little gasps, pet. That tremor in the air as you desperately try to escape. Those empty eyes stumbling from shadow to shadow, hoping that I don't find you, yet I always do. You were never going to make it out. You're prey, sweetheart, and I like to play with my food.