Okay, Pups, I Was Informed By A Fellow Pup Of Some Very Well Made Hypnosis Audio Files.

Okay, Pups, I was informed by a fellow Pup of some very well made hypnosis audio files.

I'm unsure specifically how well known these are, but it's a series of two:

The Pet Test

and The Pet Test 2

These are 18+, but it doesn't focus strongly on sexual concepts. It's largely puppy euphoria, and holy fuck is it euphoric. I highly recommend.

The first is great, the second is transcendental. You need the first for the second, though.

Imagine. Just imagine.

A robot with a tall, heavy metal body. A robot built for efficiency, not companionship. Its strong limbs were made to work 20 hours a day. Its hands can crush and pry open things easily, lift ten times its own body weight without straining it's metal skeleton, it is truly a machine in every sense of the word.

And it finds itself in your arms, back to your chest, legs spread and unable to stop the pathetic sounds being unwittingly synthesized and crackling out through its speakers. Your hands touch its body as you whisper sweet things. He is loveable. You adore him. He is perfect how he is. He's so gorgeous. He's soft. He's kind. He's desirable.

So this robot, this being brought to life to work and nothing else, writhes in pleasure as your hands tease its body, pluck at its wires, and ghost along his pinch points.

For the first time in his entire life, this robot begins to feel loved. He feels adored. He feels perfect and gorgeous and desired. He comes apart under you easily, having never felt anything like this before. Even once he's fallen over the past of no return, his fans whirring loudly to ease his overheating system, you continue to touch him and drive him mad with pleasure.

It's okay, you insist. You're just showing him how loved he is. He's so, so terribly loved. Can't he feel it? How it overtakes his body and mind, almost painfully so. That's love. He's feeling love.

So you continue. You continue this blissful torture until he's genuinely uncomfortable to touch, his fans unable to keep him cool any longer. There is no voice any longer, his cries reduced to static. Only then you make sure to plug him in to recharge, hold his hand while reassuring him he did so well. So perfect. Yes, he is truly just that loved.

That night he enters sleep mode with a suspicious feeling worming it's way into his system. A bug, perhaps? A virus? No, he reassures himself as the world goes black. It's love.

So everyone talks about praise kink right? But I think there's something to be said for a reassurance kink.

"That's it, you're doing it right, darling, don't worry."

Any guidance through even the simplest of tasks.

"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

Feeling weight, like a hand resting on a shoulder or thigh.

Making eye contact and getting a smile and nod back that says, you're doing great, keep going.

Being hushed or swayed while receiving back rubs.

Being fully surrounded by their body while they say, "it's okay now, I'm here, you're safe."

Puppyboy behavior is so nice for the autism drain, like yeh I'd like to be muzzled then I don't have to talk and can go mute, yeh I wanna be harnessed because the pressure across my skin feels so relaxing, not to mention the fact I get to let go and not really think too hard about much of anything

"doggy style" my ass. if the guy on top isn't tongue-out panting and growling like a dog and the guy bottoming isn't whining and whimpering like a dog, you are NOT doing it doggy style. you guys are POSERS.

call me covid conscious the way i need a masc on my face