brainless-puppy

[brainless-puppy]

Woo it's been some time hasn't it. Yeah very much not back rn just came in to clean up a little but to anyone who wants to know I'm not dead lol

[brainless-puppy]

“good thing i’m immune to hypnosis, right?” you say, your face messy with saliva and slick. 

“of course, dear.”

“if i were so impressionable, i’d be incapable of making decisions for myself. i probably wouldn’t have chosen to leave my stressful career, too gripped by what’s expected of me.” 

“mhm.” their fingers tighten in your hair. 

“im not so swayable. i know where i’m happiest, and that’s right here.”

“that’s- that’s right.”

“oh, i’m so sorry, were you about to cum? hold on.” your tongue resumes it’s dutiful work, skillfully bringing them over the edge. you relish in the crush of their thighs around your head.

“what were you…” they’re breathy and panting. “what were you saying, darling?”

“yes, i just know what i’m supposed to be doing, you know? i know what my true calling is. this is much better than anything else i could’ve spent my life doing.”

“is it, love?”

“oh, it’s the best. tending your every whim, seeing you happy, tasting you, letting you do whatever you want to me… i dream of it. i drool for it.”

“do you now?”

“gods, yes.” you feel the truth of it pulling deep at your heart. “when you’re away doing whatever you do, and you’ve left me here all alone to fend for myself, i find myself cleaning and thinking of you. some days i can hardly keep myself from rutting on table corners, thinking about how badly i want to be with you.” 

“remember when you could hardly stand the sight of me?”

“ugh, don’t remind me, i can hardly imagine it. the thought of seeing you in the university lecture i didn’t even really want to be in and not wanting to crawl under your desk and really put my mind to its real purpose. good thing i’m immune to hypnosis, right, or id have never come to my senses.”

“of course, gorgeous.”

“babe, have i ever told you how much i love these tattoos?”

“what, the spirals? the ones inside my hipbones?”

“the very ones. they’re just so sexy, i don’t know. mesmerizing, colorful, and right over some of my favorite places to put my mouth… like whenever i’m in my true place, i get to open my eyes and see such a gorgeous sexy tattoo and i’m reminded how much i adore you.”

“you flatter me, sweetheart.”

you go silent for a moment, staring at those very tattoos. brilliant and colorful and… they almost look like they move. 

“babe, can i..?” you trail off, softly sliding your hands over their hips and to their thighs, so freshly slick with their cum and your spit. 

“sweetheart, not again. i’m way too sensitive- you’ve had me all afternoon.” you pout and whine, playfully, but draw up the drama by nuzzling your face into their thigh like a pleading puppy. 

“oh, don’t be like that,” they whimper, running their fingers through your hair. “not the puppy dog eyes… ugh, maybe i’m the one hypnotized. fine, baby, find your favorite place. just promise you’ll fuck me after, okay?”

“oh, deal,” you say, immediately pulling their calves over your shoulders. you lick and suck dutifully, the flavor of fresh cum making your body sing. they grip into your hair, twitching and jolting and locking your head between their thighs at the oversensation. they whimper and moan, and you feel them arch their back. 

“good thing i’m immune to hypnosis, right?” you say, your face messy with saliva and slick. 

“huh?” they can barely push the word from their heaving chest.

“i wouldn’t be able to suck you off nearly this well if my mind was all foggy, right?”

“right.”

you chuckle and get back to pleasuring them. it’s where you belong. 

[brainless-puppy]

Show me a cutie into bimbofication or dumbification and I'll show you someone who just wants to finally fucking relax without overthinking

[brainless-puppy]

Would love to find some good posts from an op that doesn't fetishize p*dphilia and inc*st that would be great

[brainless-puppy]

Can't stop thinking about getting fucked awake.

Just waking up to a thick cock/strap pounding into me slowly yet so rough and deep. I'm still in a daze, my mind unable to catch up at first and so I'm squirming and whining for you to stop cause it's too much. So please, stop just a moment so I can sort my thoughts and think.

But you won't let me. You pin me down and keep on using me, forcing me to take it as you coo into my ear how I just need to be a good girl and relax. "Shhh just like that. That's right, baby. You don't need to think, you just need to be good for me, hm?."

And so I melt, moaning and whimpering as I get overwhelmed by it, feeling you so deep as you make me cum again and again until I'm unable to think about anything else the entire day.

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[brainless-puppy]

"I mean I'm not into this but the way you talk about it makes it seem hot" - someone who is about to develop a very weird fetish by being in contact with me

[brainless-puppy]

look strapless strap ons (like the ones you put in to use) are awesome for like the function and the fact that the wearer can get iff on it too but the LOOK of a harness. That’s hot.

[brainless-puppy]

a pet play hysterical reading story

Just imagine sitting in your dom's lap reading a book. their hands wandering your body at first innocently cuddling but over time teasing and groping more and more. when you go to put the book down they whisper in your ear

"No no don't stop be good and keep reading for me. I promise I'll let you cum once you finish reading". Slowly it becomes harder and harder to keep your composure. You start misreading words, skipping lines, and punctuating sentences with gasps and whimpers. You can feel their laughs at how flustered you are against your back, and their arousal as well as your own rising.

they'd start whispering praise and encouragement. Whispering all the fantasies they have about rewarding you once you're done. cheering you on to keep going, but also teasing you for your slip-ups making you go back and read it until you get it right. Sometimes even lying about a sentence a paragraph or maybe even whole pages being missed just so they can toy with you even more.

This could end in a few different ways. You could actually finish the book and your dom fulfills every last promise they made to you to reward you for doing so well. Maybe your dom grows impatient and is too pent up so they cut the session short and rabidly fuck what's left of your mind out of you until they are satisfied.

The way I always picture it though, is that you get to a point of being so overwhelmingly horny you cannot make any progress anymore. attempts to read are quickly halted by waves of pleasure frying your neurons. Any attempts to speak are replaced by incoherent moans. No matter how patient your dom is you are never finishing that book. It's ok though they kiss you on the side of the head and close the book telling you how you tried your best and that such a horny puppy can't be expected to read. After you help your owner relieve themselves with some head, and you both get some obligatory aftercare they leave you just like that. with your brain in a puddle between your quivering thighs and a collar around your neck if it wasn't already there to denote your status. Maybe even with a hypno file or two if you're into that, which I am. bonus points if it's cold and rainy outside so the cuddling is extra warm. double bonus if the book is erotica.

[brainless-puppy]

my partner does beautiful leatherwork but is bad at promoting himself, so i’m here to do it for him

Everything is made from real leather - no plastic! - that is veg-tanned, meaning no ecologically damaging chemicals are used in the tanning process. He makes pieces both as fashion statements for casual daily use and for BDSM / leather fetish wear. Everything can be made to order and adjusted for sizing and accessibility needs - larger sizes of any piece do not incur an upcharge, and any needed or wanted customizations are welcome and encouraged, whether it be accommodating for mobility limitations or doing a custom paintjob.

He regularly makes chest harnesses, strap-ons, and collars, but he has also done full-body sets, buckle corsets, garters, and more, and is always enthusiastic to make unique custom pieces of any kind.

he doesn’t post his work on tumblr, but you can follow him on twitter or instagram. he also has a shop of ready-to-ship items as well as commission info for strap-ons and chest harnesses on his kofi!

dimitri is a disabled trans person who makes everything with the lens of those groups, so a piece that fits your body and your needs at an attainable price is extremely important to him. his pieces are priced quite low for what they are to make them as accessible as possible. if you’re a sex worker, reach out to either of us about receiving a discount, and anyone can pay in installments if needed. thanks for looking <3

[brainless-puppy]

yeah

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u could jerk off on my tongue if you wanted lol. i mean if you felt like it. please

[brainless-puppy]

Make her say good things about herself while you fuck her. Associate her pleasure with self confidence. Condition that bitch to love herself. 🥵🥵🥵

[brainless-puppy]

Yea I want to rearrange your guts but first how was your day? Did you eat?

[brainless-puppy]

the idea of accidentally discovering someone's kink is so hot to me, like jokingly calling someone a good boy and they get all red and flustered and you're just like OH. oh

[brainless-puppy]

Me: *makes someone cum*

Me, five minutes later: I would like to do it again please.

[brainless-puppy]

wouldn't it feel so nice to be hypnotized to be so dumb, you can barely even understand what's happening as you're conditioned into the perfect, dumb little puppy?

scrubbing aallll those pesky thoughts out of that silly little head of yours until all you can think about is how good it feels to let my words go in one ear and right out the other, barely even able to understand a word I'm saying. having the fuzziest little idea that I'm just trying to make you feel even dumber, and even better with each and every word.

eventually, even that's snuffed out, leaving your head just so completely empty. so, so fuzzy, but so receptive. just listening to the nice, pretty noises coming out of my mouth as they turn you into my dumb, obedient, sweet little puppy.

not noticing the drool dripping all over your chest.

barely able to register when you start wagging your cute little tail for me.

feeling so uncomfortable sitting upright and not understanding why, feeling your empty head think just enough to remember pets don't sit like people, and you're just my silly little pet.

-and a sudden wave of pleasure the moment you get on all fours that makes you feel like you could almost faint. you couldn't understand, but I must have told you this would happen, right? or, or does it just feel so... so right, on all fours, like a good puppy?

-suuuch a good puppy..

and you feel your tail start wagging even harder, making you feel even happier. you can't understand most of what I'm saying, but those two little words - good puppy - make you so, so happy, and start to make everything else melt. i must see that dumb, vacant look on your face. good puppy. youre my good, dumb little puppy. soon enough, everything is just a blissful haze. all that matters is that you're being such a good puppy.

being on all fours. good puppy. sticking your tongue out and panting. good puppy. wagging your tail. good puppy. feeling a soft hand scratching behind your ear, making your leg twitch. good puppy. messily lapping up water out of your bowl. good puppy.

you're such a good, sweet puppy.