I strongly believe that 98% of your problems could be solved if I sat you on my lap and played with your hair, perhaps even tell you how proud I am of you. The other 2% is the definite possibility of me pinning you down, fucking you into submission to show you who you belong to.
Of course I picture you, squeezing your legs shut at work when you read a particularly filthy string of words from me. I like to imagine how quickly your cheeks colour pink and how you'd shake your head to dismiss the thoughts I plant in your dumb puppy brain. So fucking cute.
You know what's more humiliating than getting spanked? Making you spread your legs apart on your own and forcing you to keep them apart while you spank your puppyparts for me. I'm simply going to sit and watch you get needier by the second, cooing over how pathetic you sound.
I want to clicker train you to get on your knees after you hear the "click". Let's suppose my fingers accidentally press the clicker when we have some company. Perhaps youβll only realise a moment too late that youβre on all fours with everybodyβs eyes on you. How pathetic.
Do brats think purposeful misbehaviour will be overlooked? Sweetheart, not only will you be sorry for acting out, youβll regret even thinking you could get away with disobedience. Youβre mine. Your actions are a reflection of my authority. Donβt you want to be good for Mommy?
Want a camera installed in a corner of your room so I can monitor you while I'm at work. I'll observe with barely hidden endearment while you touch yourself facing the camera knowing full well that I can see you. You just want Mommy to watch, don't you? Filthy pet.
Dominance doesn't necessarily have to be sexual all the time. Doing up your buttons for you, slipping another piece of veggie onto your plate when you aren't looking, helping you cross the road, making sure you're warm, etc are all things a Dom can do to assert authority.
You get flustered so easily when I ask you to use your words properly, sweetheart. Thatβs exactly why I enjoy making you repeat yourself, louder each time so I can hear you go from a hushed whisper to a timid proclamation of anything remotely humiliating.
What if I denied your orgasms one after the other till youβre a sobbing mess. Cooing at how pathetic you look in a language you donβt understand so you feel twice as helpless. And finally, I want to see the elation on your face when you hear the familiar βCum for me, sweetheartβ.
Makeshift gags aren't talked about enough. Panties. Ties. Socks, if you're deserving of it. Anything to muffle your pathetic whining. Nobody else needs to hear what a whore you are for me.
Once made a brat hold up my belt on her knees without letting either ends touch the floor. The catch? She had to do it with her mouth. Poor baby held it gently with her tongue and the roof of her mouth because if she dented the leather, it would result in additional punishment.
Stop asking me what my ethnicity is. If you want me to spit in your mouth and call you a stupid slut, I can do so in six different languages. Thatβs all you need to know.
Donβt βπ₯Ίπ₯Ίπ₯Ίβ me. I donβt speak bottom. If you want me to spit in your mouth, beg for it instead of keyboard smashing and hoping I get the hint.
Not to be that person but the thought of making you lap up water from a little bowl by the table, just to show you your rightful place, is delightful. Additionally, pushing your head down with the sole of my shoes to embarrass you even further. A pathetic dumb puppy, look at you.
Whereβs that smart mouth of yours when your legs are spread and tied to two ends of the bed,hm? Canβt think straight when youβre stuffed full of cock, can you? Dumb, drooly baby panting for more cock like thatβs all youβre good for. Just a stupid little cockwhore.
Crying isnβt going to help you, sweetheart. If anything, the wetness from your tears is simply going to make my slaps sting harder. So go on, put on a show for me. You can cry as much as youβd like to. Tell me how good it hurts, wonβt you?
Pinning you up against a wall is outdated. I'd much rather back you up into a corner with no room to escape instead. Bonus points if I push you down to your knees so that you're forced to look up at me when I talk. Keep your eyes on mine and not under my skirt, sweetheart.
99% of my problems would be solved if I could fuck someone who is so clumsy that Iβd have to hold them down and force my cock into them. Cooing over how useless you are that Mommy has to go through the trouble of manhandling you into position to fuck you right. Sigh.
Did you know that if Mommy were to slip a hand down to your puppyparts while you're fast asleep, you'd still hump it even though you're unconscious? Such a greedy, perverted pup even in your sleep, look at you.
Youβre lying to yourself if you think you donβt need me make you a little bowl of cut up fruits, hold your hand to direct you where to walk, bend you over my lap and spank some discipline into you, read you to sleep and call you my good puppy. You need Mommy to put you in place.
Iβd choose spanking you with my bare hands over a paddle any day. If youβre going to be bent over my lap,I plan to take full advantage of whatβs presented to me. I want to see the imprints my hand leaves on my property. Feel how you quiver after each resounding slap, pretty baby.
Don't worry about the present under tree that's shaped suspiciously like a medieval pillory. It's got nothing to do with you, sweetheart. I took your wrist and neck measurements to tailor a sweater for you, not to custom make a restraining device to fuck you in. Merry Christmas!
I'll make you wear skirts so short and revealing that whenever you bend over ever so slightly, anyone watching intently can see Mommy's cum drip down your thighs. Look closer and you'll see a little arrow pointing to your used hole with the label "use me" in my neat penmanship.
Letting me control your remote controlled vibrator during game night is a bad idea for so many reasons. Firstly, because I'm the one with the remote. You've given me the chance to make you cry from both desperation and humiliation. Babylove, you really think I'll go easy on you?
[taps mic] Calling me a "meanie" is not a very effective way to distract me from how much you enjoy me being mean. Not only do you like it when I'm mean, you fantasize about it whenever you're face down in your pillows fucking yourself to the thought of me. Try harder.
Do you think if I were to tie you up with your legs spread apart, you could cum just from Mommy laughing at how helpless and pathetic you look? Poor little pet so pent up and sensitive from being denied any stimulation that you make a mess simply from Mommy making fun of you.
For someone with a mind as filthy as yours, you sure do have a hard time wording out what you want. You get all flustered and whiny the second I ask you to use your words properly. Whatβs wrong, babypup? Too shy to ask Mommy to tie you up and breed you full, hm?
Back on my hyper-specific horny thought about wanting to fuck someone who wears glasses so I can see it fog up and slide down the bridge of their nose. Want to push them back up with the tip of my finger just to hear the little embarrassed whine you let out.
You're not as innocent as you pretend to be, little darling. Those whimpers of embarrassment and pleas for me to stop is all a front, isn't it? Deep down you're just as perverted as I am, if not more. Pretty head filled with thoughts of Mommy defiling you in every way possible.
I find it extremely disrespectful that I walked into the kitchen and I didn't find you bent over the counter wearing nothing but an apron. How am I supposed to go about my day without stuffing you full of cum first thing in the morning? This is unacceptable!
Perverted subs aren't talked about enough. Dumb little whores who fantasize about being manhandled and treated like nothing more than a fuckdoll. Whining about wanting to be bent over and fucked till you're drooling, completely unprompted. Constantly thinking about filth.
I wonder if I do something as simple as gently asserting dominance by holding your hand to lead the way or tip your chin towards me or even spoon you some food, will you turn rabid? Head empty, only cock. Only Mommy overpowering you and fucking you stupid. Dumb. Stupid.
@ transphobes camping in my DMs, let me just explain this to you scientifically. You're absolutely right. There are only two sexes. The one I have with your mother and the one I have with your wife. Good day.
The best part of making you beg for cock is watching the realisation of what youβve gotten yourself into set in slowly. Poor puppy gagging with your mouth full, trying to be good for Mommy but all I want to do is make you cry. You begged for this, didnβt you? So take it.
You melt so easily at praise, babylove. All Mommy has to do is offhandedly mention what a good little one you've been all day and you're already blushing. Even cupping your cheeks and calling you pretty has you kicking your legs and whining in embarrassment. How precious.
Corruption kink but itβs just me progressively making you do things that fluster you more and more. Call yourself a dumb pet, crawl on command, get on all fours when youβre told to, beg as cutely as possible no matter how embarrassing it may beβ¦ah, the list goes on.
Something delectable about submissives who are much more academically and professionally ahead of me,turning into a drooly dumb mess who knows nothing apart from begging for Mommy's attention. Where did all your big words go, baby? Did Mommy fuck them right out of you,huh?
There's something about being fully clothed while you're wearing nothing but a collar. Almost as if you aren't worthy of the privilege of wearing clothes because you're just my plaything. Humiliating, isn't it? Being fully exposed for my inspection like a prized pet. How mean.
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Last announcement, I promise.
I will be making a βgood girlβ version of the audio because some of you have been rattling against the bars of your enclosure for me to do it. Patience is a virtue. You can wait. Canβt you, sweetheart? Arenβt you Mommyβs good girl?
I know just how dumb you feel when Mommy inspects you like you're nothing more than a plaything. Tugging you this way and that by your hair, slipping a finger into your mouth to watch you drool and even making a show of examining your puppyparts. Aww, a proper little fucktoy.
Brats trying to be defiant are so cute. You and I know full well that if I refused to lay a finger on you and made you touch yourself while I watched, it wouldnβt take long for you to beg and plead. Whining for Mommy to fuck you like the perfectly trained slut you are.
I can appreciate a muzzle and gag as much as the next person but consider: fingers. I donβt just want to watch you drool around an object, I want to feel the divots of your cheeks on my fingers. To see how far I can fit my digits before my poor puppy is gagging. Stupid mutt.
You're not as subtle as you think you are when you're grinding against my thigh first thing in the morning. You think Mommy isn't pretending to be asleep to see how long it takes for you start whining like a bitch in heat,hm? Judging by how sloppy you're getting,it won't be long.
I know youβve been spoiled rotten to the point where you guide Mommyβs hands to your puppyparts anytime you want attention but doing so in public will get you in trouble once weβre alone. You really think youβre going to get away with subtly humping the chair and pouting at me?
βoh yeah Iβm super brattyβ¦I can totally stand my groundβ
No. You cry when I make you cum three times in a row. You whine for my attention and blush when youβre on the receiving end of it. Youβd pout all day if I didnβt kiss both of your cheeks one after the other. A whole baby.
You look the prettiest when you're crying about how much your puppyparts ache from not being allowed to cum, little one. Legs spread wide open for Mommy with your hands tucked obediently to your side. Such a good puppy, look at you. How can Mommy possibly say no to you?
Non-verbal cues to assert dominant are so cute. Snapping my fingers to get your attention, tapping your cheek to make you open your mouth, petting your head to praise you for being so good for Mommy, etc. No words necessary because pets donβt talk anyway, do they babypup?
Intrusive thought but I wonder how humiliated you'd be if I made you wear a plug at the airport and simply watched as you explain yourself to security.
Don't talk back to me knowing that you'd fold the second I called you my good little whore. You're embarrassing yourself, sweetheart. Keep that pretty mouth shut.
Conditioning this, conditioning that. How about conditoning you to drool everytime you hear a belt being unbuckled and a zipper unzipping? We've got to make sure that your mouth is a good enough fuckhole for Mommy, don't we? All warm and wet, the perfect place to fill up.
When Mommy spanks your puppyparts to teach you a lesson, I'll always enure you're watching. I want you to see my hands come down between your leg with each sharp slap delivered and I want to see your pretty face wince every single time. Oh are you going to cry, baby? Even better.
Was watching a movie with my friends snuggled up to me. One awoke from cuddling by my side, nudged the one on top of me awake, both wished me 'Happy Mother's Day' and then proceeded to go back to sleep. Ah, little do they know about my reputation on the internet.
Me? Possessive? Oh I'm sorry are my handprints on your ass and around your throat not an indication obvious enough that you belong to me? Maybe you'll need to wear a collar with my name on it while you're out in public so everyone knows where your obedience lies. All mine.
You get so dumb and pliant when you're begging to cum, sweetheart. A constant litany of "please", "want" and "Mommy" that make no sense whatsoever. Too far gone to form a coherent sentence. Whining and yelping in a show of submission, my perfect little fucktoy.
Making you do things that I know embarrasses you on purpose is so much fun. Having you hold your hands up to your chest like a puppy would with its paws, making you yelp and bark like one too just to remind you that you're nothing more than a pet.
You just get so very stupid when you're panting and begging for Mommy's cock, don't you? Not a single thought in your head except wanting to be forced to take every last drop of Mommy's cum. Constant whispers of "breed me, breed me, breed me" under your breath, poor babybun.
I know it's humiliating enough when Mommy asks you to spread your legs and hold them apart to inspect your puppyparts. You know what makes it worse,hm? The longer I ask you to stay still, the messier you'll become. Going from embarassment to arousal just from Mommy observing you.
I have a very distinct Mommy Voice β’ that I can turn on and off at my will. Considering how rabidly horny you get whenever I use my condescending tone on you, I think it's safe to say that yes, your genitals are indeed voice activated. Hands-free bluetooth puppyparts control.
It's hard for you to pick between wanting to be praised and wanting to be degraded, isn't it? Are you Mommy's darling babypup or Mommy's useless little whore? So hard to decide.
It never fails to amaze me how creative you get when Mommy tells you that you aren't allowed to touch yourself. Humping furniture, rubbing yourself all over your stuffies, grinding against your pillow and much more with the excuse of "technically, I'm not touching Mommyπ₯Ί".
Are you really into petplay if you don't chew on things that you aren't supposed to and Mommy has to pry them from your mouth gently cooing "drop it...drop it, puppy..."? A whisper of "there we go, that's my good pup" right after.
My dreamhouse would have a basement so that you can finally have a whole room to yourself to crawl around in instead of being limited to just your puppycage, sweetheart. Padded floors, fluffy little bed for nap-time and a corner for toys. Doesn't that sound nice,hm?
I don't get jealous easy but I'll always give you a gentle reminder of who you belong to with a hand over your thigh. It's plenty obvious that you're all mine but next time, I'll make sure everyone can see the marks my hand left around your pretty throat the night before too.
I want to dumb you down till you need Mommy's help for everything, little darling. Too useless to do anything on your own without Mommy telling you what to do. Too little to read. Too little to touch yourself. Too little to brush your pearly whites. Too little to eat on your own.
If you can't keep your eyes on me when I ask you to, I'll just have to teach you how. The only remedy would be to make you watch yourself while Mommy fucks you dumb and drooly infront of a mirror. Don't take your eyes off, sweetheart. Look at me when I'm talking to you next time.
Now if we were put in a position where the first one to make a sound loses, do you think you'll win? Will I lose by cooing over how stupid you look stuffed full of cock or will you lose when you whine and beg for Mommy to fuck you instead of keeping you spread open on my cock?
Dumbing you down till all you respond to is simple commands like sit, roll over, tongue out and paw. Pets don't need to know any more words than that, now do they? All you're good for is to be Mommy's pretty little plaything.
I love faux sympathy so very much. I like making you feel even more stupid and small by cooing over you with a whispered, "Aww, does that hurt? My poor babylove." Pretending to be sympathetic to your whining when in reality, I'm trying to push you even further over the edge.
Switching between being gentle with you and treating you like my pretty fuckdoll is so much fun. From softly running my fingers through your hair to grabbing a fistful to tug you back by it. I'm just reminding you who's in charge, darling. Don't want you to forget your place.
I have no other intentions for making you drink water throughout the day, baby. It isn't a ploy to see you trembling with your thighs pressed together, begging for me to let you relieve it. I'm just making sure you stay hydrated, totally not an attempt to make you piss yourself.
I've always believed that my little one never got up to anything naughty while I was away. Imagine my surprise walking in on you humping your stuffies like a bitch in heat. Drooling all over the fur, begging to be allowed to cum even though you don't know Mommy's watching you.
"I can't" isn't the reply I was looking for when I asked you to cum again, babypup. It wasn't a request, it was an order. I don't care if you're too sensitive to continue, you'll do as you're told. Your puppyparts belong to Mommy, don't they? Now keep going or I'll do it myself.
Referring to everything that is associated to you with a "puppy" prefix because you're Mommy's babypup and nothing more. Puppy-paws, puppy-eyes, puppy-pad, puppycock, puppycunt, puppyparts, puppy-bowl, puppy-treats! The possibilities!!
The βno handsβ rule is so much fun to enforce. Especially when I get to sit back and watch you struggle to hump every surface possible like a stupid mutt in heat, begging for Mommy to touch you. Whatβs wrong, puppy? Canβt use your paws to touch what belongs to me,huh? So sad.
What's even more humiliating than me calling you a dumb little pet, is how affected you are by it. Even if you were academically and professionally ahead of me, all it takes is a few words of condescending praise to get you on your knees. An eager whiny cockslut at my disposal.
Bunny subs are much different than puppies!
β’ For starters, they don't usually whine for attention like puppies do. Babybun would much rather come tug at Mommy's sleeves and pout.
β’ Too scared to be bratty because bun can't even imagine upsetting Mommy the slightest.
Why do I love forcing your legs apart after Mommy breeds you full? Well because I love the sight of my own cum drooling from your needy little hole. Such a pretty view.
Brats misbehaving on purpose is the feline equivalent of a cat pushing a ceramic teacup off of a kitchen counter while making direct contact. Not an ounce of fear, only the smug realisation that Mommy finds you endearing. You're so very lucky I find you cute, little one.
Bending you over a desk brings is an act of dominance like no other. Whether you were draping yourself across the surface willingly or if I had to force your head down to keep you still, you look equally pathetic in both cases. A perfect little fucktoy for the taking. All mine.
Thinking about domestic puppyplay today. Mommy having to tug you away by your hair everytime you nose between my legs while I'm working. Whispering a "bad puppy! sit!!" even though I'm overly fond of your little puppy mannerisms. I'll give in after 3 minutes of you pouting at me.
Did someone say kitten subs? You mean brats who act up solely because they want to be put back into their place and fucked into submission? Deceptively innocent little pets who know how to get what they want with a well placed pout and a "doesn't Mommy want to breed kitten?π₯Ί"
Little ones who claim to not have sensitive nipples usually end up getting so used to playing with them that it's impossible to cum without it. So conditioned to bring your fingers to your chest whenever you're close that you end up doing it unconsciously at a certain point.
Having trouble staying hydrated? Kneel on the floor with a bottle of water, look up and slowly drink the water as if Iβm standing over you, tilting your chin up and making sure you finish every last drop. Put that simping of yours to good use. Be good for Mommy.