desk pet with its leash tied around its owners thigh while they game. every now n then its owner tightens the leash, until its pushed up against their owners crotch.
being put in a little cage filled with soft blankets, a bong to rip, a tv screen to watch porn on and a bunch of toys to play with would fix me
especially having an owner to encourage me to smoke and goon in my little safe space like a good puppy
punching bag puppy sub that smiles after each hit and punch. their eyes glazing over during a particularly rough scene, flashing their dom a spacey grin as blood begins to pool in their mouth.
dom that cry’s whilst pinning their sub down, whimpering “i’m sorry baby, i’m so sorry” as they rape them.
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sub that grins the whole time, grinding and rolling their hips to meet each thrust.
big brother making me straddle his lap as he smokes. grabbing my chin roughly and exhaling in my face. laughing and cooing at me as my brain melts away.
masochist dom older brother x sadist sub younger brother.
“it’s so pathetic how desperate you are for your little brothers holes.” while choking out his big brother.
“says the one whimpering and leaking over my cock.” groaning as he slams into the younger one.
calm collected dom x feral mutt dom x tiny rabbit sub.
the tiny bunny pinned down by the mutt, whining under their weight. a loud cry escaping the tiny thing as the mutts knot slips into them.
“what’s wrong bunny?”
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little note - it’s much quicker to check my account and see the type of concepts i post, instead of commenting/quoting.
no this is not a post bout animal abuse.
owner + pet as in bdsm dom/sub dynamic.
owner forcing their pet to drink water throughout their day out, not letting it use the toilet.
the poor thing shaking and whimpering, as its owner subtly pushes down on its stomach.
the rubbing of its clothes as it walks sending it over the edge.
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owner forcing their pet to drink water throughout their day out, not letting it use the toilet.
the poor thing shaking and whimpering, as its owner subtly pushes down on its stomach.
the rubbing of its clothes as it walks sending it over the edge.
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“what’s the matter kid? you were so happy to show off earlier.”
gagged and bound in your jealous older brothers desk chair. panicked eyes watching more and more people join the discord call.
“you know how i feel bout you talking to other boys, did this to yourself kid.”
its owner watches with a sicking smirk as their pet wet itself, sobbing and thighs clamping shut.
“hmm, guess you really aren’t as trained as i thought. good pets don’t make a mess all over itself, do they?”