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Newest Pet

CW: cnc, kidnapping, ownership of multiple people. petplay themes. bruising and pain. choking. slapping. mention of watersports. 

You’re a pet. 

You cry, sitting, hugging your knees to your chest. Sitting on cold concrete, with a dim bulb illuminating your cage. Your new owner having just beat you for disobeying. Sore red welts sting across your body, you ass. They want to make you into a bitch, a slut, an obedient pet. It scares you. 

You’ve seen others, already broken. Greedily drinking piss, being fucked so roughly with a dazed smile on their face. Taking abuse just for their owners enjoyment. Some get the privilege to walk. Others crawl. Some get less privileges. You don’t know what scares you more. The ones that are always obedient, some even through teary eyes, or the ones unable to take it, always fighting back, and getting severely punished. 

Your thoughts continue. You see movement in the corner of your eye, you wipe away the tears. You see a familiar face. She slowly gets up off her pillow from the far side of your cage. Another pet, one owner has taken a liking to- she doesn’t have nearly as many bruises. 

She walks over, and sits down next to you 

“shhh, it’s okay, it’s over now” she takes a hand to your face. 

You flinch, but she just wipes away the tears.

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[Channelling my inner hedge fund CEO with this one.]

C/W: Gaslighting

Come again? You want to quit? No, sweetheart, you don’t. No, I’m telling you that you don’t want to quit. What’s happened here is that you’ve gotten a little overwhelmed with our… new working relationship recently and you just need a little refresher. That’s okay. Come here. Good girl. See? Fuck… this body doesn’t deserve to be hidden away in these tight, slutty clothes of yours. It belongs to be out here, doesn’t?

Of all the things you were, clever was never one of them. Hey, hey, it’s okay. Now, you started your career at this firm eking out a meagre existence of filing paperwork, filling in paperwork, scanning more fucking paperwork, you get the idea. And you would have spent the rest of your life doing just that. You’d take the smallest amount of money we’d give you to keep you quiet but not so little that you’d leave. That’s how you’d spend your life.

Now look at you in your top of the line clothing and expensive perfumes. No, there’s no need to hide it. I touch these clothes and smell these perfumes everyday. Be a sweetheart and take out my cock for me, darling. If you really plan on leaving, consider it a farewell gift. Good… Good fucking girl… Nobody makes my cock twitch like you do. With all my money, I couldn’t buy a fucking whore that can handle my dick like you can.

You were some nameless little drone, tucked away and doomed to be forgotten until I saw you. I wanted you. Do you hear that? Are you listening, miss? My cock twitched the second it saw you. I imagined bending you over that table and stealing you away from your manager, your boyfriend, anyone that would stand in my way. And I still feel that way.

Even though… Fuck, yes pump my cock like that… even though you fucked up that little fucker of a case last month or the Evans case three months ago. Your time under my wing has been marked by little mistakes. But do you know why I keep you? Because you make me cum so hard. You drain every drop of stressed up spunk from my balls and you do it like a pro. Even now, when you’re so hell bent on leaving your hands are threatening to make me buckle. Now bend over. Yeah, on my desk. Nobody’s going to walk in, sweetheart.

Shiiit, you’re as tight as the day I first fucked you. You know what I really like about you? What makes you better and more addictive than Miss Timbers on the third floor or Mrs Raynard in the legal department? You have better tits and a much, much tighter pussy. You’re so much fucking better than them. And you know what that means, don’t you? It means you could make so much more money than them.

You and I both know you’re not my secretary on merit alone. Walk out of here and there won’t be a single firm in the city that’ll pay you as much as I do. Not nearly as much. And all you have to do to keep up your fancy little brunches and sweet cars is get on your knees every once in a while and do what you were born to do. Just. Suck. My. Cock.

That’s all. It’s that easy. Sure, there'll be a little bit of fucking in between, but we both know you enjoy that. What do you say to that? Yes? Atta girl. Now go and lock the door. I’m going to slip out of these trousers. We’re going to need to celebrate your new payrise.

[I made the mistake of looking at my feed and seeing hot girls so now I’m excitable]

I want a girl to teach me exactly how to eat her out so good that it becomes her downfall. I want her to teach me how to flick my tongue over her perfect hole, in or out, around or on, wherever she wants. I want her pussy drool smeared across my face and her eyes rolled back every time I go down on her. I want her moans growing louder and less controlled every time my tongue reaches for aching, throbbing, sopping pussy. I want her to shiver as soon as I even look down.

And then when she’s tucked away playing video games at her desk or responding to email, I want to crawl between her legs, spread them and lunge at her pussy with my tongue. She’ll push me away but I’ll cling onto her, my mouth latched onto her gorgeous, drippy fuckhole making her twitch and tremble with every lap of my tongue. God, it’d be so hot hearing her swear under her breath. I want her to make so many fucking typos on those emails. I want her to lose again and again in those games because she just can’t concentrate. Because she taught me how weak her pussy really is. How easy it is to bend and manipulate with just my tongue.

C/W: Drugs

I wonder if I could manipulate a girl by drugging her over time. I’d slip her the smallest pinch of drugs every meeting, slowly increasing the dosage over the course of months. She’d go from questioning the heat in her body to finger fucking herself for hours after I leave. She’d feel so much fucking lust and mistake it for love… and I wouldn’t make it easier. I’d brush my fingers across her face, casually pushing back her hair or sweeping some crumbs off her face. I’d press my body against hers when we sit on the couch together. I’d let her edge her needy fucking cunt and let her think she’s being discreet about it. God, it’d be so fucking fun watching her squirm. It’d make me laugh when she starts begging for my cock.

Dom collars. Doms that wear collars. Matching collars with your sub. Matching dog tags. Collared Doms. Owned Doms.