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INTRO!

the name's darling, 22, bigender and bisexual, he/it. dog switch (around 45/65). this is a blog for me to be strange and explore the various shit i'm into. don't like, don't read.

MINORS DNI.

kinks:

petplay, knives, degradation, praise, objectum, cnc, intox, free use, monsterfucking, bondage, dom/sub, petnames, ownership, marking, edging, phone sex, voice kink, religious symbols, royalty / knight x prince, worship, hair pulling

NO:

scat, rape, vomit, incest, beastiality, omo, feederism

limits:

i won't send pictures or dm, don't ask. limit it to asks, i'll answer as soon as i can, i won't be a regular poster but all my posts will be tagged. i am taken, not looking for anyone else, so any asks referring to situations with me specifically will be seen by both me and my partner (who might also give me ideas for posts occasionally, these will also be tagged). any terms are okay, i do have a pref for masc terms, but i really don't mind.

tags :

darling posts - original posts.

darling answers - asks.

darling's darling - posts inspired by my boyfriend.

group sex but it's me, him, and the machines in our workshop. me guiding his hips to help him grind against them, knowing that really, we're meant to be cleaning up. but the machines stood there were just so handsome, and dusting turned to tracing the curves and edges of the metal, which turned to heavy breathing, pressing kisses to their handles and bodies. and now the poor thing is whining into my mouth as he rocks his hips helplessly against the cold metal, and my hands are tracing his hips and hhhruudhdh i need to get him in a workshop

standing over him with the heel of my stiletto digging into his ribs, watching the way he tries and fails to squirm against his restraints as pleas for me to touch him fall from his lips, relishing in the way he whimpers as i tell him to shut up because really, who's in control here, sweet thing? it certainly isn't you. so hush, and let me have my fun. good dogs are patient, after all.

overstim but it's phone sex. telling him to keep going, that no, honey, you can't stop. doesn't it feel good? don't you want to be good for me? then keep touching. letting him slow down just enough to catch his breath, making him think we're done, and then telling him to go again. making him sob my name over and over, knowing that soon enough he'll be coming over and over from just the slightest touches, all because of my words. i don't even have to be there to be in control. and he loves it.

just so you know if you call me a perv or a freak or a whore or a dumb mutt while we're fucking i will be growling and panting and biting down on your neck hard enough to bruise for a week and pounding you until you're sobbing. btw

"oh, come on, you can do better than that. you're not even trying." when he's pinned down under me, we've been wrestling and fighting for a little while but he knows i'm stronger, he knows i'll always win, and the only way he'd get on top of me is if i let him. but i'll still tease him, mock how easy it is to get him under me with my leg pushed roughly between his and his wrists pinned above his head with one hand.

"aw, honey. you're okay, you're okay, just take it for me, easy. i know it's big, you can take it. deep breaths, doll."

"atta boy, atta boy. i trained you well."

"so obedient. so wet for me too, god. pathetic mutt."

"look at me. no, look at me, slut. there you go."

"pretty dog."

"sit. good boy. now beg."

"drop the attitude. no? need me to fuck it out of you? fine."

"god, you're nothing but a dumb dog, aren't you? nothing behind those eyes."

"c'mon, open your mouth, pup. take my fingers, that's it."

"did i say you could stop?"

"sweet thing, so precious with my hands around your throat. no, stop squirming. don't make this harder for yourself."

aw, baby. you really don't know why you're here? well, we've had a nice date, you ordered everything you liked from that restaurant you've been asking to go to, and now we're outside the forest you love. come on, pup, it isn't hard to figure out.

oh, honey, no. you won't be walking anywhere. you see this collar? yeah, i know it's shiny. even has a bell. let me just put it on you. there you go, aren't you just so pretty? now, i've done so much for you. so you're gonna do a little favour for me, yeah? good.

so, when i say so, you're going to run. you heard me. you're going to run, mutt. and i am going to chase you. and when i find you- no, not 'if', when, i find you, i will pin you down and fuck you into the ground like the nasty dog you are. the bell will help me find you, doll. and the ropes are to tie you down, obviously. couldn't you think of that yourself? well, clearly not. look at you. that look in your eyes tells me you can barely think straight. now, come on, up. i'll even give you a five minute headstart.

run, pup. i'll find you soon enough.