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[oleander-foxglove]

An Offering to the Stag God

My Master and I have spoken at length about what being a sacrificial lamb would entail.

Being bound to an altar for a week. Bathed in the blood of a predator, herbs, and flowers. Dressed in gold chain and sheer cloth.

Wrapped like a gift, presented as an offering.

Every day being stuffed full of implements of various sizes, making sure I'm worked up enough to accomodate his girth- at least, as best as a human body can. Delirious with pleasure and pain, plugged and tired, not knowing when one day ends and another begins. Exposed. Filthy. Weak. When finally, He approaches. It'd start with just His hot breath against my cunt and thighs, investigating my scent. Determining if what lies before Him is a meal, or a mount. He would slowly work the plugs out, the relief of finally being empty lasting less than a second before being replaced with his tongue. Longer and longer, delving impossibly deep to taste what his followers would offer Him; the sensation easing the ache that has built up for days, tipping the scales in favour of feeling sheer bliss.

He would rear back to position Himself over me, the flare of His cock rutting against my exposed cunt for but a moment before it finally rams into me.

The pain would be electrifying.

Briefly stirred from the fog of delirium by the agony of being stuffed and stretched beyond what anyone could prepare me for, the fear and panic would set in; my body would tremble, but days on end with no proper food or rest... there would be no way to struggle.

All I would be able to do is take- Take His cock, His seed, anything He would choose to bless me with- and pray.

Pray for mercy, for salvation, for it to end, and for it to never stop.

I wish only to be of service to my God. To be whatever He wants me to be.

~~ Please note, I am in fact NOT A GIRL and use He/They/It pronouns~~

~Mr. R approved~

[oleander-foxglove]

It's Just My Purpose

A recent friend of mine let me know he was about to get off while we were chatting. I expressed how I would offer assistance, but alas I didn't have permission.

He suggested it was up to me to ask. I joked that i wouldn't, that he didn't seem like he needed it. But he was eager.

So I asked.

My Master has been open from the beginning that not only is He fine with His toys playing with others, He enjoys it. He likes being able to play with it as a fantasy afterwards.

He told me I was permitted. When I asked for limits, He told me to do as much as I wanted- ordering me to I tell him about it after so He could have an excuse to punish me.

My friend said he wanted to hear me use the machine- I suggested if he could, he could control it. He could, he did, and we had an enjoyable time.

But afterwards, it just made me crave my Master more. This other person, although sweet, was too... nice.

He didn't fuck me within an inch of consciousness, didn't treat me like property. Master knows my purpose is just to please Him, knows that all I'm good for is being His breeding bitch.

His bitch.

I whined to Master that I still felt empty; that I needed Him to rape me, that no one else was good enough. I was His to break. Confessed I was rocking myself back on the machine, trying to fuck myself without breaking any rules... and it wasn't enough.

Master told me to set up my camera, and to put the knotted sheath on the machine. Reminded me to have water handy too.

I got set up, positioning the machine so I could have my ass in the air; presenting like a good puppy should.

My Master likes when I beg for it; loves it more when I'm pleading with him to stop. He fucked me to what felt like within an inch of consiousness, making me cry and plead for it to end. He kept telling me I was His: His bitch, His toy, His doll. His. I couldn't help but agree, beg for more, thank Him for blessing me and for hurting me. Cry that I needed him to breed me, break me, ruin me, mark me as His so everyone would know who I belong to.

At one point, He made me clench and squirt so hard that not only did the machine slip out of me- the sheath came off and the machine was knocked aside. He said He could actually SEE me squirt on camera. I felt it.

He made me right the machine and continue, fucking me until I came over and over. Eventually He brought it to a slow pace, telling me to press back until I could take the knot.

It hurt like hell.

When I took it as far as I could, and I felt the knot sink into me with a yelp, He ramped the machine up until I screamed. It hurt more than anything else I've done today, and He made me cum while he bred me like the worthless cunt I really am.

All I could think about was His teeth sinking into my shoulder. I wanted more pain, wanted blood; I wanted Him to mark me as His while he bred my greedy cunt. I needed Him in me every way He could be. His claws, His teeth, his cock and seed. I craved it all.

When He finally came we ended up going another round without the sheath on, sending me to a point of being completely cock-drunk.

My hands clasped over my head, I worshipped my God while he raped me. He was pleased.

~Mr. R approved~

[oleander-foxglove]

Late Night Calls

I can't help but want to please.

I'm a good mutt, it's why He keeps me; I love to please Him.

But sometimes that does get me into trouble- in a way. When it's late at night, and ideally I should be asleep, but I'll accidentally say something to trigger His headspace...

And then He tells me to gather my toys...

And to set up my camera...

And to be ready to please Him.

He told me to stuff my greedy cunt like a good breeding bitch should, controlled my vibrator while I fucked myself with one of my dildos until I was pleading for Him to let me cum.

(I'm grateful He requested a smaller toy, I'm not sure i'm recovered enough from my last punishment to take a knot just yet.)

I've no idea how many times He made me cum, it was all a haze. I only know he made me squirt at least twice, cumming so hard both toys were forced out of me while I convulsed in the aftermath.

My Master is so kind to me- breeding me until my mind is nothing but Him and cock.

Breaking me down, into his perfect bitch.

~Mr. R approved~

[oleander-foxglove]

Penance

A few days ago I spoke rudely to my Master- a flippant comment that however unintentional, was still disrespectful. I broke both of the initial rules He gave me:

Always speak to Master with deference

Always use manners

I try my best to avoid punishments- I don't like disappointing people, especially my Master above all else- but they are an essential part of learning to be better.

It can't always be the carrot; sometimes, clearly, I need the stick.

We agreed my punishment would be today. I was to be prepared beforehand with various implements: the knotted dildo; the horse dildo; and our machine, with the larger knotted toy on it.

He wanted me to be nude with just my bone gag in when He called, ready to fuck myself with the knotted toy.

I barely made it through cumming twice, before I was sobbing.

He kept telling me to continue, taking it harder, faster, deeper, until I was begging for mercy and pleading for it to stop.

Then He made me switch to the horse.

It's just so... big. It feels like a battering ram against my cervix every time. It's relentless.

He told me to take it... as deep as I could.

I genuinely don't remember if I screamed or not. I just remember crying, and pleading for mercy that He wouldn't show. Not for a bad toy who needed to learn.

It got to a point where I was crying uncontrollably; my arms hurt, my cunt hurt, my cervix felt bruised.

He made me do it again.

He asked if I'd learned my lesson. If I remembered my manners.

I said I had, I said "Thank you Master". I must always thank Him for blessing me with His teachings.

He said we should play with a new toy- the machine.

Had me present myself to it like a bitch, and started slow. He was merciful, giving me time to adjust as best I could to the sheer size of it.

It wasn't enough to make the thing pounding into my cervix any less painful.

He continued until I couldn't stop crying, sobbing between "Thank you's" and pleads for mercy- pleads for it to "stop My Lord, please". When He finally showed me mercy, allowed me to tentatively pull myself away from the machine with a cry, He still wasn't satisfied.

It was then I learned that lube is both good... and bad. On one hand, it made taking the toy on the machine much easier a second time around. On the other, it made it so much easier for it to hit even deeper.

At one point I felt like I might throw up- thankfully, I didn't.

When He was eventually satisfied, I was in such a haze I asked him to stop the machine for a moment. I wanted to take it as deep as I possibly could, part of me so desperate to try and take the knot on it.

I couldn't manage it- it was too painful.

He told me with a chuckle that I could stop now. When I insisted I couldn't move- my entire body felt like lead, used up and unable to move- He turned it back on until I practically jumped off the thing, crying into the pillows as cramps wracked my body.

When I could move again I showered, and He made sure I ate and finished my water. He cares so well for his toys.

Now, the guilt that weighed on me for breaking rules lifted, I feel much better for having being punished.

Thank you My Lord, for forgiving this toy's sins.

~Mr. R approved~

[oleander-foxglove]

Puppy on an Adventure

My Master and I couldn't have a session together today, so instead I offered to send Him audio recordings as per our usual routine.

He instructed me to use my lovense vibrator, and fuck myself with one of my (thankfully) smaller toys at the same time.

He wanted me to scream.

I came four times in under an hour, spasming and begging for more.

... And then I remembered, I needed to go out to a shop.

Of course, my Master knows best. Suggested we go for a walk- with the vibrator still in, of course.

We had some connection issues during my initial trip, so I went out to another shop further out. Spent the entire trip trying to avoid falling to my knees, dreading the voices I could hear around every corner.

So sure someone would hear, someone would see.

The whole time increasingly aware of how soaked my boxers were getting, convinced I would have to take off my hoodie to hide it.

After getting turned around several times, and having to practically crouch to pick up a charger to keep my thighs together- acutely aware of the employees standing only feet away giving me odd looks- He let me pay for what I had and head back to the car. Finally locked away from prying eyes, He called me.

I'm a good puppy, always eager to hear my Master's voice. Ready to obey commands like a good bitch should.

He took His time playing with me, letting me have my treat for being such an obedient boy.

He made me cum twice sat in my car in the car park; the second time, someone parked two spaces away from me right when He commanded me to cum, and it genuinely made me tear up.

I could feel my heart in my chest, so sure I'd be caught being my Master's bitch. He's right though- I want to be seen being Master's good boy.

Besides, he wanted to hear me whine.

~Mr. R approved~

[oleander-foxglove]

Need to Breed

Night before last, Master started teasing me when I was at work. Talked about marking me, how He'd love to sink His claws into my hips and His teeth into my shoulder.

Told me to prep my sheathed machine with plenty of lube, and to have my camera on.

We didn't even end up calling for the 45 minutes He said. After 20 He'd already made me piss myself while cumming. He permitted me to continue with the machine afterwards- without the sheath. I came twice before finally feeling ready to stop.

I spent the rest of the night... completely cock drunk.

I've never felt anything like it. I was laughing at everything, giddy over the slightest thing. Kept watching that new GAP commercial with Troye Sivan on loop. Couldn't stop drooling.

I felt like such a cute lil' bimbo puppy.

Ended up planning a new outfit to reflect the bimbo bubblegum aesthetic- which just happens to be something my Master adores.

He does love his puppies dumb.

Last night I was still horny- no longer as dumb, got through work okay, but thinking about it was keeping me in a near constant state of mild arousal.

Early this morning my partner woke me by mistake- I of course messaged Master since He was awake. We briefly chatted before I passed out again, but even just the innane interaction had me grinding against my mattress craving Him.

When I woke up a few hours later, all I could think about was breeding. I wanted to be bred, stuffed into a breeding mount and stuffed full of cum. Not even as a cow or a brood mother- just a mount to be filled for the sake of relief of some wild beast. I just wanted cum.

Spent some of the morning looking at different cow and pig sets and bondage furniture- seeing what would look best to bring the fantasy to life. I begged Master to let me fuck myself with the horse cock whenever He woke up. He decided to do one better.

He told me to get the horse, the sheathed machine, my lube, and water, and to set up my camera.

He made me fuck myself with the horse cock until my arms gave out. When I was finally too tired, He told me to work myself onto the machine- which, even being stretched out, still felt so damn big.

Unlike usual though... I didn't want it to end.

Normally the pain in my cunt and abdomen would be enough to tell me to stop. But today all I wanted was to breed and be knotted- despite never managing to take the knot of that thing before.

But then, there's always a first time.

He bred me with the knot twice, the thing so big it didn't even fully pull out of me with each thrust- just kept me full.

Drooling. Weeping. Begging. I just wanted more. Wanted Him. Wanted His cum filling me up.

Even when we stopped... I wanted more. Wanted to see if I could take more of the horse after being so thoroughly stretched out.

I'm not sure if I took it any further than usual. All I know is that even after that I still wanted my cunt full.

Even now, typing this... It's all I'm thinking about.

Please Master, breed me again.

~Mr. R Approved~

[oleander-foxglove]

A Treat for a Good Puppy

My Master is smarter than me. He has to be, to stop this dumb puppy from making silly mistakes.

Though, before I was just a dumb mutt to be played with, I used to be quite smart. And, good at studying.

I like organising. I like taking notes, and making spreadsheets.

Tonight though, it was a dumb night. A very dumb puppy night.

My Master mentioned He'd taken a leaf from my book regarding studying- evidently the method I use for taking notes was very helpful. He suggested I'd earned a treat, for such a good idea.

He asked if I wanted ice cream- I said I would if I had some, but alas I didn't. I suggested I could go out and get some, and Master said He could take me for a walk to get some.

It didn't click that this wasn't just a wholesome stroll.

After a brief change of plans to get donuts instead of ice cream (specifically chocolate covered mini donuts), I headed out with my headphones to my car (It's cold and the shop is far, the walkies are the friendships we made along the way), I asked Master if he wanted to call yet.

He asked if my cunt was plugged.

At this point, I realised that this was a different kind of walkies.

Correcting my error, I went back inside and found my vibrator- which especially while recovering from my penance earlier this week, felt bigger than usual- and promptly headed back outside with my cunt stuffed.

After an uneventful trip where we casually chatted while shopping- to my disappointment, they had no donuts, so I settled for some muffins instead- I headed back to the car.

Master was kind enough to let me move my car before we played; I moved to a spot towards the back of the car park, away from the lights and most other cars.

Perhaps this week's antics have left me far more sensitive than normal.

It took seconds before I was a whimpering mess, grinding against my seat; mere minutes before I felt like I could cum, right there in my car.

He made me cum several times, all the while praising me for being a good puppy. Such a good boy for Him, biting down on my hoodie while whining about the people parked only a few metres away from me loading their car.

So many cars drove past, slow enough that they could've easily taken a look and seen me in a state: trembling, sunk down in my seat, clinging to the wheel and the hand break to steady myself as He made me cum again and again.

He doesn't care if I'm seen. He enjoys it. He likes showing off his toys, how well trained and broken in they are. How loyal they are to Him.

I can't help but enjoy it too.

I want to be seen. I want everyone to know I'm just a dumb mutt who only thinks with my cunt.

Maybe next time, I'll be brave enough to step out of the car.

~Mr. R Approved~

[oleander-foxglove]

An Introduction

After using tumblr for Gods know how many years, it seems appropriate to finally include an introduction for anyone curious.

Name: Taylor (or Olly/Lee in certain circles)

Location: England, UK

Age: 26

Pronouns: He/They/It

Favourite Colours: Prussian Blue, jewel tones, gold/brass.

Favourite Songs: Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls, First Love by The Macabees (specifically a paper animated interation on YouTube), and Escape by Rupert Holmes

Favourite Book: The Poison Diaries by Maryrose Wood

Pansexual, Polyamorous, Enby/Trans masc

My body feels masculine enough that I have no desire to physically transition. I feel comfortable in the body i have as is in terms of gender, how it is percieved is a different issue. Generally speaking this is a NSFT/NSFW blog. I don't feel a need to separate my horny side from the rest of me- it's a big enough component of my general personality that i'm willing to keep it all together. Minors DNI, this blog is entirely 18+. I am an owned service sub. I don't like being called by dominant titles at all- it feels disrespectful to my Master to put us as the same status, and just... doesn't suit me in the slightest. He considers me His: His puppy; His cow; His doll; His drone; His acolyte; His property. I don't mind others using submissive titles casually (e.g. pup, puppy), but there should be no expectation of reciprocation behind it. I'm an open book, provided people turn to the right page. I.e. I'll happily discuss a lot of things about myself, but need prompting first.

Please assume anything not listed as a limit is something I am actively or passively interested in, or simply am unaware of.

Dynamics I'm Interested In:

Priest/acolyte

Master/slave or doll

Captor/captive

Predator/prey

Hive or Hive-Royal/drone

Hard Limits:

Scat

Vomit

Ageplay/ DDlg

Rejection and being deliberately ignored

Bimboification (specifically in relation to age play)

Forced feminisation (to such a degree it triggers dysphoria) and/or detransition stuff (Specifically as it pertains to kink)

Soft Limits:

Piss (No distinct interest, but also doesn't bother me)

Piercings (I'm fussy with being pierced and would prefer a professional doing it, but the concept is hot)

Savoury food play (awkward and uncomfortable experiences in the past, and also don't touch my food)

I'm not often someone who posts my own thoughts- though i'd like that to change. Any sub-coded posts by me will be colour coded into the main headspaces I tend towards: puppy, cow, doll, drone, and acolyte. All posts will be tagged under #OllyFoxPosts. Thank you for reading so far- it's appreciated. I'm always open to asks or DMs from anyone. ~Mr. R approved~