skittles-the-whumpee

[skittles-the-whumpee]

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This user is going around soliciting money for sexual favors, block him immediately! He lied about his age and identity! He's a SCAMMER!

[skittles-the-whumpee]

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inspo by @justbreakonme

[tw dehumanisation, intimate whumper]

“I bought you to enjoy you. But that doesn’t mean I enjoy being cruel towards you.”

Whumpee’s chin was guided up by two gentle fingers, and his eyes met Whumper’s for only a moment.

“You’re a toy. Not a punching bag.”

Well, that was certainly a step up. Right? It had to be. Being used in any way wasn’t ideal, but if Whumpee didn’t have to spend the rest of his miserable days in pain, that was a win.

“And what do you enjoy doing to your toys, sir?” he asked, emboldened by Whumper’s words.

Whumper flashed him a crooked smile. “Oh, this and that.” He trailed his fingers up from Whumpee’s chin to his hair, idly twirling a strand of it. “Enjoy some quiet night-ins, maybe even some night-outs. A couple gatherings to show you off.”

“And what does a quiet night-in look like?” he pressed.

“I got myself a curious one, huh? Let’s see… Maybe some cuddling on the sofa while I read a good book. Or maybe some dancing in the living room. I might even share some good wine with you to help loosen you up.”

Whumpee swallowed. That all sounded benign enough, if only the thought of being touched like this constantly didn’t make him want to throw up. Maybe being a punching bag would’ve been better.

“I see,” he said as neutrally as possible. Whumper wasn’t fooled.

“You might not like it,” he went on, still playing with Whumpee’s hair. “But a toy doesn’t get a say in how it will be played with. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, sir.”

[skittles-the-whumpee]

Hi there.

If possible could you please write something with a female whumper and female whumpee? I can fine tones of whumps with both roles being male or one being male and one female (both roles exchangeable) but I can't find anything with both roles being female. Any scenario will do but preferably pet whumpee/kiddnaped whumpee. But if that's not your thing then that's completely fine!

I guess needless to say, but this is female Whumper and female Whumpee. Here is your warning if you don't like that.

"I-I'm sorry Miss. Pl-please have mercy on me", Whumpee pleaded.

Whumper's heals clicked on the wood floor of her living room.

"How sorry are you? Hmm?", Whumper hissed, "you're a sorry excuse for a girl. No better than some mongrel mutt. That's about how sorry you are."

Whumpee cowarded lowly, "yes ma'am. I'm only a mutt. Please I'm sorry."

Whumpee listened to Whumper's heals as they walked away.

Whumper caught an eyeball looking up at her as she turned to walk back to them.

"Not well trained at all. To think you are looking up at me. I would think the facility would have done a better job at training you", Whumper reached for Whumpee's hand and slammed it to the floor. She then slammed her heel into the back of Whumpee's hands.

"Huhuhu", Whumpee gasped. In too much pain to actually scream.

Whumper continued to stab and rub their heal into Whumpee's hand.

"Please, please have mercy", Whumpee cried. "I-I'm not trained. They pulled me too early, I'm truly not supposed to be here."

"What do you mean?", Whumper reached down and pulled Whumpee up by their hair, "I requested a well trained female slave puppy. Are you not them?"

Whumpee whimpered as they shook her head no.

"No miss, please believe me", Whumpee pleaded, "please, my hand."

Whumper lifted her heel and let Whumpee pull their hand away.

Whumpee winced as they held their hand to their chest.

"So the facility I ordered from screwed with me. I paid a lot of money to receive the correct slave", Whumper continued to study Whumpee. They pulled Whumpee's hair harshly, "though you are cute. You're still a mongrel though."

"Ye-yes ma'am. I am not worthy to be here. I-I tried to tell them I-I wasn't ready to be delivered. That they had the wrong person. The wrong slave", Whumpee kept her eyes low, "I-I'm willing to learn. If your Highness would train me. I'm happy to learn and be trained to fulfill your wishes."

"I'm not interested in training. Tell me why I should bother with you. I should just chain you up to a tree and leave you. Just like people do with useless things. I'll tell them where to find you, and that they need to send me the right person", Whumper frowned as they stormed over to their couch and plopped down, "sounds like a waste of my time. I don't think a mutt like you is worth it."

Whumpee continued to stay in their bowed down position. Their hand throbbed, but they didn't dare move.

"Just how far did you get in your training anyway? You're pretty for a useless mutt, but what can you do to earn your keep", Whumper watched Whumpee shake.

"I've been trained to do housework. I can also do the basic commands", Whumpee whispered to not irritate Whumpee.

"Can you cook?", Whumper sighed.

"I-I can make a few things, and I do them quite well from what the trainers said", Whumpee explained, "I was on my way to another cooking class when I was pulled into a room and prepped to be sent here. I'm sorry I disappointed you", Whumpee frowned, "I truly tried to stop them."

"Go to the kitchen and see if you can cook me something. I'll see if I can get this mess straightened out", Whumper frowned, "make yourself useful slave."

"Hello customer support, How can I help?", an operator answered.

"Hello, I'm Whumper. I received my package for my slave. Except they are untrained and absolutely not who I requested. I asked for a pretty slave pet. A well trained one, I might add. I paid good money for this, and I am quite upset at the quality."

"Oh, I apologize for that. I think I know what happened. Unfortunately, we did not have any of the slaves that you requested. The shippers panicked about your order and sent you whoever they sent. I apologize, I can send you a refund if you like. We don't have anyone to send you though. Not with your request. We can take the one you received, and train them for you, but it will be several months until they are suitable for your request. It would be an upcharge as well."

"You're kidding", Whumper stated angrily, "why was I offered this when you didn't have the one I wanted. You took my money. I want the full refund", Whumper sniffed the air, "I'm keeping this one though. I guess the mutt is suitable to me, you'll pay me back for my troubles then."

"No, you either get the refund or you get the slave",the operator corrected.

"Listen, I am not the one", Whumper frowned, "this needs to be straightened out. Give me your managers number. I will speak with them about your company's mistakes."

"I can't do that."

"Then what are you able to do? Customer service, and you've been zero help", Whumper sarcastically laughed, "give me the number now."

Whumpee quickly pranced out carrying a bowl.

Whumper had finished writing a note and had hung up.

"Please be careful Miss, it's quite warm", Whumpee whispered, still not wanting to irritate her.

"It smells good", Whumper looked over the dish, "you failed to tell me that they didn't have any slaves trained. I don't take kindly to liars girl."

"I-I didn't know. I was forbidden to know anything about that", Whumpee knelt down, "I will go sit next to the box I came in. I'll even pack myself back up if you want. I hope you enjoy your food."

Whumper looked at the dish again, "what is this anyways?"

Whumpee quickly explained the meal to Whumper and couldn't help but watch her take the first bite.

"You dare watch me eat?", Whumper eyes them.

"I'm sorry. I hoped you would like it. Maybe I could earn your favor and be able to stay with you miss", Whumpee looked down, "plus, you are beautiful miss. It's an honor to be in your presence."

"Hmm, you know how to flatter someone, huh", Whumper took another bite, "this does taste good. One of your specialties I suppose."

Whumpee quickly nods, "I want to learn. I'd do anything to stay here with you. To be your slave and pet."

"Why would you want to stay with me? I can see my heal mark on your hand. Do you not fear me?", Whumper frowned, "a good slave fears their master or mistress."

Whumpee lifted their hand and felt the throbbing, "yes, I do fear you. I hope maybe at some point, though, I might earn the ability to be loved by you also. I've heard it is possible. Maybe if I can earn your favor. It might be better than being at the organization. I was hoping I might find a merciful master or mistress."

"Do you think you will be that good? I am quite picky", Whumper corrected.

"May I set that goal to please you? I may be able to learn so much from you. You can help me learn to be the most perfect slave for you", Whumpee leaned down and kissed Whumper's heels.

Whumper couldn't hide a grin. "I suppose it would be best to train you. That way, you can be exactly how I want you. I can make a purebred out of mongrel. Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes Ma'am. What would you have me call you?", Whumpee looked up excitedly, "it's an honor to be considered worthy of your time."

"Master", Whumper answered, "and what is your name?"

"Whumpee, Master", Whumpee answered, "thankyou for your approval."

The next morning, Whumper walked down to a cleaned house.

"What happened here?", Whumper looked around. Even going as far as checking for dust, "there is no way she did this all this morning."

Whumper finally found Whumpee. Asleep in the fetal position, cuddling a toilet cleaner. Their face wedged between the toilet and a shelf.

"Whumpee", Whumper called as they kicked her feet.

"Hmm, huh", Whumpee carefully sat up and yawned, "I apologize Miss."

"Sleeping on the job?", Whumper frowned.

"I apologize Master", Whumpee looked down over themself, "I tried to stay awake. I think I'm tired from traveling still."

"Tried to stay awake? Why didn't you go to bed?", Whumper paused.

"Yo-you didn't tell me too, or where to sleep. I thought I would get some cleaning done for your home. I apologize that I fell asleep", Whumpee looked down at the toilet cleaner, "I'll be better, I promise. Please don't send me away."

"I'm not going to send you away. What all did you clean?", Whumper frowned, "I didn't know you had to be told to sleep."

"Yes miss, the Master is never to be questioned", Whumpee looked around, "I started in the kitchen, then dusted. I was going to vacuum and clean upstairs after you woke up, so I didn't disturb you. I was working in here. I guess I knelt down to clean behind the toilet and fell asleep."

Whumper nodded, "everything looks so good. Good job."

Whumpee beamed, "you mean it? I pleased you?"

"You did", Whumper paused when they heard Whumpee's stomach, "let me guess you didn't eat either. Because I didn't tell you too "

Whumpee looked down at their stomach and nodded.

"Wonderful", Whumper turned, "I'm ordering breakfast for us. Then you can get some sleep."

Whumpee watched them with widened eyes, "y-you're ordering me food?"

"Yes, is that a problem?"

"N-no, I just wasn't sure I understood", Whumpee rubbed their arm awkwardly, "thankyou."

"Do you want food?", Whumper smirked.

"Y-yes please", Whumpee nodded quickly, "food sounds good."

Whumper threw some pillows onto the floor beside the couch.

"Sleep here for now", Whumper ordered as they handed Whumpee a blanket, "I didn't plan on buying my slave a bed, but I suppose you do require a place to sleep. I'll have to put it in my room though... on the floor."

"Master I will happily sleep wherever you ask me to", Whumpee looked down at the pillows, "may I?"

"Go ahead", Whumper lifted their feet, "I will use you as a foot rest. How does that sound?"

"As my Master wishes", Whumpee nodded, "I wish to please you."

It wasn't long before Whumper could feel Whumpee going deeper and deeper into sleep. Whumpee's chest rose and fell gently under her feet.

Whumper had already received a message that they would be reimbursed and would be able to keep Whumpee if they were satisfied.

They glanced over the side of the couch at the sleeping slave.

"I suppose you're mine now. How unfortunate for you", Whumper chuckled, "I suppose you won't be as worthless as I originally thought."

Whumpee hummed peacefully in her sleep. They made a small smile as they sunk into the pillows. Careful not to disturb her Master's feet.

"At least you are adorable... they got one part of my order right", Whumper sighed to themself, "you will be a good slave for me. I'll train you properly."

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If you voted trump unfollow me

[skittles-the-whumpee]

With the results of the election...I need help stocking up on my hrt meds before I can no longer get them.

I take Estradiol, Spironolactone, and Progesterone.

Any help is appreciated.

Cashapp: $JuggernautShark

PayPal: @SweetSkittles90

[skittles-the-whumpee]

THE BASTARD FUCKING CHEATED

PROOF IN CASE YOU NEED IT

[skittles-the-whumpee]

With the results of the election...I need help stocking up on my hrt meds before I can no longer get them.

I take Estradiol, Spironolactone, and Progesterone.

Any help is appreciated.

Cashapp: $JuggernautShark

PayPal: @SweetSkittles90

[skittles-the-whumpee]

This man fucking SHREDS Shapiro using tactics that he uses in his own debates and its fucking beautiful ❤️ do yourself a mental health favor and watch this absolute savagery unfold.

[skittles-the-whumpee]

Pet whump where the whumpee gets sold/given to a new owner, who turns out to be a lot more gentle and kind than expected (and much much better than whumper). Like, they still maybe treat whumpee a bit like a pet, but mayyybe they treat whumpee just a bit more like a human than anyone else, and they don't hurt whumpee.

[skittles-the-whumpee]

unrepentant sadism one of the fundamentally hottest traits a woman can have

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A shirt.

Such an easy thing to take for granted until it's the only thing you are allowed to have.

No undies. No pants. No socks. Definitely no shoes. Just a single, old, oversized shirt.

Something he gave me so I wasn't always naked.

He didn't buy it for me, he doesn't buy anything for us other than collars, kennel cages, and things that cause pain...no, it's just an old shirt he didn't want anymore. He doesn't need to buy us anything.

It's all I have.

He burnt all the clothes that I wore when he had me picked up. It's all ashes now. Even my favorite hoodie, gone.

Just a shirt.

He gave it to me after the third week, after he had spent that time properly and painfully introducing me to my role here. I am his pet. I am his muse. I am his plaything.

I am his property.

Captured and flown halfway across the world.

It's a simple shirt, size XXXL Tall, dark gray, very faint remnants of old blood stains (not all of it my own), hem starting to tatter, very small moth holes here and there, band logo all but worn off, hides just enough of me to count as "covering".

It's the kind of shirt one throws out before buying a new one. But he gave it to me instead.

And I cherish it, a gift from my Master.

Such a simple thing.

And yet, it brings me joy.

[skittles-the-whumpee]

Just a heads up to anyone new to my blog once I start posting more art involving Daelan and his whumpee, Cris, if you haven't read Be Careful What You Wish For yet:

Cris is canonically 19. He is 5'8". He was in college when Daelan acquired him.

Daelan is 2000+. He is 6'9".

Daelan is simply tall, Cris is not a minor.

[skittles-the-whumpee]

What Is Love? (A Pet Whump Poem)

cw: themes of abuse, vague mention of nsfw [This is not what love actually is, but a Whumpee's thoughts about what they've been told is love. Please read with caution]

What is love?

Love is being fed. A meal means you've done a good job, and you deserve something for it.

Love is being petted. The ruffles of the hair, the scratches behind the ears, the stroking of the cheek. Gentle touches.

Love is going for walks. Seeing the outside for the first time. Being able to enjoy the leash. Smelling fresh air.

Love is getting displayed. Being cared for enough to be shown off in front of others. Seen as beautiful, a thing to treasure. Precious. Owned.

Love is being used. Nothing is better than bringing pleasure to those who want it. It's simple to understand, harder to perfectly accomplish, but the rewards are always worth it. I promise you.

And love is being hurt. Loved enough to be taught what is right and wrong. How to properly behave, and what happens when you misbehave. It is knowing when you need correction, and when you've done the best you possibly can. It is taking the stick even when you believe you've done nothing wrong. It is obeying everything the first time it's said, even when you disagree.

That is what love is, to me.

-Whumpee

[skittles-the-whumpee]

Gods...even Tumblr ads are keeping me in my place, reminding me of what I am. 😆

[skittles-the-whumpee]

“nobody is making you do this” i am driven by unnatural forces you will never even begin to comprehend

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Everyone say "thank you sadists"

Now everyone say "I love you sadists"

Now everyone say "please hit me sadists"

Now everyone say "please enjoy my pain sadists"

Now everyone say "my suffering is how I worship you sadists"

Now everyone say "I would wreck my body at your whim if it would please you sadists"

Now everyone say "I am a perfect little masochist and I deserve to suffer"

Good masochists~