So, Without Giving Away Any Incredibly Personal Information, I Work At A Pet Store, And There's This

So, without giving away any incredibly personal information, I work at a pet store, and there's this really really really cool collar that we sell that I really like, and I blush every time I see it because I want it so badly but have yet to work up the nerve to buy it. Like, no one would question it, I have a dog, my family has dogs, no one but *me* knows that I would be the one wearing it. But it still makes me face flush all red when I imagine buying it, knowing full well the only puppy that'd be wearing it is me

I was veeeeerrrrryy close to buying it today, verrrrry verrrry close.

Okay but, falling asleep with your head in someone's lap supremacy amirite

Being dragged around on a leash would fix me I think

Like just imagining someone with a hold on my leash, yes please, just lead me where you want me and I'll follow along blindly because I want to be a good boy so bad

Why is being told to open your mouth and stick your tongue out so hot? Like it’s so simple and yet it feels so degrading. Especially if they interrupt you in the middle of a conversation to tell you to do it. Or they tell you to when you’re on your knees in front of them. Or when they’re fucking you and they just want to remind you that you’re a dumb toy who exists for their entertainment. I don’t know what it is, but it turns me on every single time.

The Royalty Kink is strong lately

Oh to be a prince, noble and respected, giving orders during the day.

But at night, my personal guard takes over, pounding me into the mattress, turning me into a fuxked out mess beneath them.

"If only the others could see how good you are for me, your majesty"

"Wish I could show the whole kingdom how well you take me"

"Fuxk, what would the King and Queen say if they knew the prince is such a little slut for me"

And maybe they'd get bolder, taking me aside throughout the day and bending me over, fuxking me mercilessly before returning me to my royal duties with shaky legs. They'd get riskier, fingering me in the throne room with my crown on, just to see how messy they can get me in a place where I'm so clearly supposed to be in charge, and then we'd have to hide as the King and Queen walk in for a scheduled audience. Their fingers in my mouth silencing my moans as they take me at a royal ball. Maybe they'd edge me for a whole week before a very important royal meeting so that I'm stuttering and blabbing during the whole thing because all I can think about is the need to be fucked by them.

Gonna get the collar tonight >:3