#SHOCK COLLAR FOR MY

[thecolorsfucked]

i have 3oh!3 stuck in my head

[misssmeat]

Thinking about the time I was trained with a shock collar by a Dom who sat on the sofa, completely relaxed while he sent corrections through the remote. He casually molded me through painful electric punishment to be his perfect toy.

Truly, nothing has ever made me more weak. Like?? Absolutely fuck me up.

[puppygirl-bixxi]

i think wearing a shock collar and being trained to be the perfect puppy for my owner would fix me.

need to learn how to rut properly, to hump a girl’s leg just enough so that i almost cum. but, my owner takes it away at the last moment every single time. getting a swift shock through my body if i continue. all i can do for her is grind my hips uselessly against whatever she commands me to use. her thighs, her pillow, her abs, or even the friend she brought in to show off her new puppy to. she even gives them the remote to my collar to see what tricks i can do…

all the while this poor pup is forced to whine, beg, and bark. leaking again and again and again for my owner. every zap of electricity forces me to stop. it messes with my brain, i lose focus every time she does it. whenever i build a tolerance, all she does is go up to the next level.

zzt! zap! zzzz! zhht!

eventually, i can’t even wear panties properly without the friction making me excited. my mistress owner forcing them off of me once she sees what it’s doing to me. “puppies don’t need human clothes,” she says “you just bark for mommy… you serve her.”

before i get a change to uselessly beg, she tugs on my leash. i yelp and bark, and i try to open my mouth to ask her to let me cu- ztt!

-the thought… i can’t remember anymore. she leads me by the leash to my dog bed. it’s all messy, it smells like wet fur and precum. i want to sleep with her, it’s safer up in her sheets. i struggle and be- zzt! -but i- zap! -plea- zzttt!!

when i wake up, i can’t remember what’s happening… i something. i try to move my paws, but suddenly they’re slammed back onto bed (the bed!) by familiar, tender hands. she’s gripping so tightly, i can’t move my arms. i try to bark but end up whining and moaning.

then.. the rest of my senses come back. i can feel her again and again… she’s pumping her cock inside of me. i can feel how she stretches me out. how bolts of pleasure make me writhe underneath her. i haven’t stopped leaking since she started using my body. all i get to do is drool all over the sheets as she uses her puppy for her true purpose: a cocksleeve.

building and building, her dick throbbing inside of me. i need it i need it i need it, is all that whispers in my brain. it comes out as useless barking and whining. “i’m gonna fucking cum, puppy… make mommy proud, cum with me.. squirt all over like a good pup should!”. she pounds into me and i can’t help it, i never could, there’s no more collar to stop me. with one final thrust she sheathes inside of me, warmth flooding through as i finally let go. i’m shaking and crying as i cum all over her perfect bedsheets. our two seeds dripping together underneath my legs. it keeps going and going and going.. i can’t stop almost. it feels like it goes on forever, for too long. it makes my brain go blank… the only thing lighting up my brain being pure, blissful, pleasure.

by the time i wake up, i only hear one noise

zzt!

[fleur-a-whump]

Overloaded (#1)

Preventative Measures

so like. this is a thing. been toying with this little guy in my head for a few weeks and like, almost nothing is concrete but I'm hoping I'll turn it into a series.

content: ex-villain whumpee, hero/leader whumper, manipulative whumper, just like a LOT of manipulation, collars/collaring, referenced electrocution, low self esteem, subtle threats, guilt trips

I've never done this before, let me know if I missed something!!

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Villain has finally been given a chance. A chance to prove he's more than what the whole city has always thought of him, more than what his father raised him to be. He wanted to do good in the world. The heroes were finally giving him a chance to be more than they've always thought of him. 

...or so he thought.

He gulps as he stares at the shock collar in Team Leaders hands. It's a small thing, sleek and unassuming. But he knows exactly what it is because Team Leader had shown him how it worked.  The man is currently speaking to him nonchalantly. Villain should really be listening to the hero that holds the key to a better life. But that collar... shakes Villain's faith in Team Leader. Just a little.

"Villain," the man says shortly. Impatiently. Shit.

Villain jumped to attention, nerves only growing worse. 

"Sorry, sorry! I'm just-just a little confused. I thought... I was a part of the team..." He tries to keep the heartbreak out of his voice. He doesn't quite succeed. 

"If you'd listen..." the Team Leader sighed deeply. Villain was going to throw up. 

Team Leader began again, speaking slowly as if to a child. Or a stupid person. Villain thinks he fell into the latter column. "I was just saying this will help you better mesh with the team. I'm sure you've noticed people are a little nervous with you around."

Hostile. Villain would use the word hostile.

"Given your past, everything you've done," the man drawled. Villain can't hold back a wince. 

"So, to ease their worries, and allow them to see how great I know you can be, this is just a little precautionary measure. A bit of a show."

Ryan swallowed thickly.

"So... It wouldn't be used..."

He tries to keep himself from thinking about electricity burning the sensitive skin of his throat as it shoots down his spine and into his skull to paralyze him. He's familiar enough with the feeling; he doesn't need to imagine it.

Team Leader gives him an easy smile. "As long as there are no issues, of course not."

"...Issues?"

"Oh, stuff that'll never happen. Just breaking any of the rules."

Villain arched his brow, slightly dubious. "Rules.”

"Yeah, like, follow orders, don't fraternize with any of your old contacts, don't leave our level, don't work unsupervised, don't harm the team. Stuff you've been doing this whole time."

"Wait, don't leave the level?

"I mean, that's pretty obvious, bud. If we can't see you, we can't know that you're following the rest of the rules."

He nods mutely, gaze wandering. this whole thing just. He didn't know. It hurt.

Team Leader gently tilted his head up. "Villain, I'm only doing this because I trust you. I know you'd never do anything that could jeopardize your place here."

He doesn't trust that Villain is a hero though, obviously. That he's good. Because Villain could never be good. Not now. Not after all he's done. 

No, he can only hope to do good. And the only way he'll be able to do that is with the team. If this is what it takes to ease his team into working with him, if this is what it takes for him to stay, then he'll do it.

"O-okay."

"Atta boy, Villain! I knew you could do it, man."

Villain nods, trying to give him a smile.

Team Leader moves towards him all too quickly, and he can't help the flinch. The man doesn't seem to notice—or at least he doesn't acknowledge it—and is soon once again gently tilting Villain's chin up from where it had fallen. 

Villain fights the urge to lean into the touch.

While he's distracted, Team Leader swiftly brings the collar, already disengaged and bent open at the hinges, and presses it to Villain's skin. 

Villain jolts at the cold metal and fights to swallow as it's closed around his neck.

The locking mechanism clicks right up against his spine. He can't help the shudder that trickles down his back at the finality of the sound.

"I'm so proud of you, bud," Team Leader says with a big smile and a ruffle of Villain's shaggy curls.

The tightness in his chest eases, just a little. A little part of him flares in anger at how easily he's comforted. He doesn't deserve the comfort.

But he's trying. The collar now fit snuggly around his neck, like it was made for him, is proof of that.

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ps ex-villain whumpee on the hero team but whumped by the hero team is my all-time favorite trope and it is so hard to find I have finally hit the point of needing to produce my own story to scratch the itch

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

An idea: whumpee bound with their hands behind their back and a collar around their neck.

The key is dangling from the collar, right against their throat

YOU. I LIKE YOU.

Make sure their hands/wrists are also attached to a wall or smth though, otherwise they’ll just use the trick™️ to bring their hands to the front.

BUT YES YES YES. Oh imagine that helplessness, the humiliation— having the literal key to your freedom so close yet so far. A perfect taunt. Bonus if whumper pulls them forward by and/or generally manhandles them by the key.

[clevercatchphrase]

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Oops.

(Links coming in afternoon reblog!)

[slamminslamminmcgill]

getting these for logan so he can scratch you up without killing you

[toyybox]

It’s everyone’s favourite angel, Onyx from The Winged Servant by @rainbowsandwhumperflies 💝 He’s so cute I love him, go read TWS now!!

[whump-queen]

The shock collar.

He didn’t want to think about it.

The way the fire seized through his throat and forced his chin to spasm down into his chest, forcing him into a sort of sick bow.

The way it contorted his muscles and made his tendons flex in ways they never should.

The way his throat closed, as if silenced by fire itself, down into his esophagus before crushing it hard.

The way he couldn’t scream.

That was what it was like to be shocked.

He couldn’t stand anybody not seeing that.

None of them did, of course.

How stupid and blissful they all seemed to him, now. None of them knew that he knew what it was really like.

To be shocked. To be beaten. To be waterboarded.

To endure some of the worst human tortures and still live to walk among them.

He supposed that he would die knowing.

And they would die blissful.

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Kinktober 5 - Muzzle/Pup Play

Slasher Johnny x Dog Trainer Darling (Reader/OC)

Slasher Handler Masterlist

CW: 18+/MDNI, pup play, electro shock, pup play, chastity device, confinement, denial, D/s dynamics

Johnny’s hands bracket you at the counter, so suddenly that you almost throw the strawberry you’re chopping into the air.

“Wee bit jumpy, hen?” His lips tickle against the back of your neck.

“How’re Simon and Precious?” you ask, ignoring your racing heart. No use rewarding bad behavior with attention. You pivot away when he tries to rub up against your ass. “No, Johnny. Go get ready for dinner, if you’re not going to talk to me.”

He huffs, then sniffs the back of your ear, the way he knows tickles. You swat him away, focusing on finishing the salad. The chicken is staying warm in the oven, along with the potatoes. Since Johnny is home, you whip up a quick gravy before tossing the strawberries in the salad.

You’re just finished dishing out your portions when Johnny strides into the kitchen, naked except for his collar and cock cage, pup hood held dangling from the fingers of one hand.

“Smells goo- ack!”

You set your most unimpressed face as he falls to his knees and grabs at the shock collar around his throat. You put your hands on your hips. “Bad dog. I said get ready for dinner.”

The glare he throws you is equal parts angry pup and devoted hound. You watch him think about pushing the boundaries further, eyes dancing between your eyes and your thumb on the remote to the shock collar. After a couple of beats, he grins.

“Ach, ah’m f’rgettin’ mah manners,” he chuckles, prowling forward on all fours. “C’n ye help me, pretty please?”

When he offers up the hood, you arch an eye brow. “You’re really pushing it, tonight.”

“Please, ma’am,” he purrs, blue eyes sparkling. “Ah can be a good dog.”

Johnny cannot be a good dog. He makes such a mess of his dinner it can’t be anything other than deliberate. He whines and cries worse than a puppy when you lock him in his crate while you clean up. It takes him almost three whole minutes to sit for you to let him back out.

“I don’t know why you don’t go for a run before you come home,” you mutter, pushing him off of the couch a third time while you try to watch your show. “What’s gotten into you? Speak.”

His voice is muffled behind the small gag built into the hood. “Please, c’n ah come?”

That makes you laugh. You take his chin in your hand and shake him as you coo, “Oh, so Simon got you all worked up chasing his girl around, hm? That’s why you’re so badly behaved tonight?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he groans, softening now that he’s got your hands and attention on him. “’M sorreh, ah tried to be good.”

“No you didn’t,” you chide. All the same, you lean down to kiss his snout and scratch at his mohawk. You coo as you cup his cheeks in your hands. “You decided to come in here and be the worst you’ve been since I brought you home. Didn’t you? Poor puppy.”

He whines, ears turning bright red. You watch him decide not to try to climb in your lap, and reward him by finally paying attention to the cage between his legs.

He’s half hard, straining against the rings of his cage in a way that looks genuinely painful. His hips twitch forward when you nudge the inside of his thigh. You let him duck his face against your thigh, pup mask keeping his face up, eyes on you.

And then he wraps his arms around your legs, pulling your legs so fast you can’t stop your socked feet from sliding between his thighs enough for him to start humping your leg.

When all you do is look at him with your eyebrows up, he picks up his pace, cage digging uncomfortably into your calf. Your leggings get wet with his excitement, almost immediately, and your knees grind together, but it’s not painful, so you don’t correct him.

He figures out his predicament soon enough.

“Fuck,” he snarls, tossing his head back. Wild eyes meet yours. “Please, hen, please, ah’m beggin. Lemme ou’, ah’ll be a good dog.”

You hit play on your show, and lean back, not paying him any attention at all. “Bad dogs don’t get rewards.”

[whumblr]

Outside

Continuation from Experiment - pt 1 here

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Dani curled up in her favourite chair by the window of the library. Her focus however drifted and she found her gaze kept being drawn to the landscape outside. A wilderness; shrubs and greenery turning into a vast forest surrounding Roman’s mansion, and only near the horizon a glint of the headlights of a lone car. The first sign of civilization for miles - none to be found in the center of this mansion. She estimated the distance, wondered how far she could get through the woods. Useless, really.

She forced her eyes back onto the page of her book. But just as she did, clouds parted and rays of sunshine slid over the pages. Warmth roamed up her arms, tingling her skin in-between the bandages, further up her neck, until she squinted at the bright light. She let her eyes remain closed for just a few seconds, basking in the light, letting it fill the darkest recesses of her thoughts as well. Opening her eyes brought her back to her cruel reality. She exhaled softly.

“Roman.” She only continued when he looked up. “I want to go outside.”

A sly grin spread over his lips and he rested his temple against a fist, tilting his head as he looked her in the eye. “That’s nice, dear. You go right ahead.”

Dani wanted to take the Encyclopedia of the human anatomy on the table and smack him right in his smug face with all its glorious 600 glossy pages (hardcover). Counterproductive, so she sighed out temptations of violence and pulled at the leg of her jeans.

In a slow blink his eyes followed and roamed down to the device around her ankle. “Deactivate it, then,” Dani asked tightly, but still as nicely as she could.

He shifted upright as if he wanted to get up. But then he hummed, directed his attention back to whatever he was working on, and said in a clipped but still playful voice, “No.”

She abruptly stood, dunked her book into the cushion of her seat with so much force it bounced back up, and legged past him without a word. She could see his lips press tightly against his thumb in an attempt to hide his smirk. His eyes followed her out, but he didn’t say another word.

Fucking asshole.

She fumed her way down the stairs, circled through the house and only stopped in front of the back door. Tentatively opened it to gain access to the porch outside. None of the doors in this house were locked. A cruel reminder of her circumstances. She had nowhere to go to escape. Only doors to Roman’s private spaces were locked; his office, his bedroom. And of course her own door at night. She always tested it. Only needed one shot to strangle him in his sleep. Well, two, really… two doors. Still…

The device around her ankle felt heavier than before, cautioning her.

The porch should still fall into the safe area. She tipped a toe outside and set one foot, the one without the device, onto the dark wooden flooring. Technically, probably half the garden was still safe, but she wasn’t going to risk it. She had no idea how this thing pinpointed her location and if it could be off by a few yards. Not going to test that, especially when she was alone.

The lawn stretched out in front of her, tempting her. A green oasis, bordered by beds of wildflowers, hedges turning to pine trees, bushes, all closed in by the woods stretching out for… miles? He had quite a nice garden. To go along with his stupid nice house. Nicely in the middle of freaking nowhere.

She could see dew drops shimmering in the sunshine. That rare bit of sunshine she hadn’t felt in… weeks.

The porch itself, of fucking course, was cast in shadows.

She nudged back and forth, trying a few steps up and down the porch, but steering clear of the steps leading to the garden.

“Go on, then,” a voice behind her encouraged.

Her chest tightened in anger and she stopped her pacing. “No,” she answered in the same clipped voice.

“Coward.” Roman stopped right next to her, joining her with his hands in his pockets to show he came in peace. Together they looked out over the garden in silence. Then he took a deep breath and slowly, deliberately, took a step forward, down the three steps, into the sun. He turned slowly in the middle of the lawn, arms spread wide, eyes closed, head tilted up as if he was enjoying the warmth on his face.

As he spun back, she caught the grin on his face.

“Yeah,” Dani too turned on the spot, hiding her sour expression, “I’ll just go back inside.”

She heard him follow but refused to look back, instead stomping up the stairs back to the library.

He caught up, caught the clenched fist swinging next to her hip as she strode away, pulling her back. She turned with a snap, using the momentum to twist her wrist free and aimed a punch. It landed in the palm of his hand, drawing out a soft chuckle.

“Go on,” he goaded again, this time his voice low, chin tipped down leering at her, advancing on her.

His hand snapped around her wrist. Pulled her in, grabbed her other wrist as well and crossed her arms over her body, tight over her chest, forcing her back until she hit a wall.

Muscles strained as she tried to pull free from his grip. Patience strained as he leaned in closer, smug expression bearing down on her.

“Let go of me,” she said in a calm voice that didn’t line up with the rage swirling through her.

“Hm, no.”

She kicked hard at his knee. Felt and heard a nice crunch. He buckled but didn’t fully let go of her yet.

And without thinking and mostly out of habit, she followed up with a somewhat more indecent kick.

That did the trick.

He stooped forward with a choked off surprised gasp, palm of his hand crashing against the wall as he kept himself up. She just about caught the utmost fury as he glared up at her through narrowed eyes, but before he could regain his ability to speak, she zipped past him and fucking ran.

Ran but she had nowhere to run to.

She heard a thunk behind her as she rushed down the hallway, bolted down the stairs, vaguely registering that he must have collapsed to his knees. But in her panic she found no satisfaction for it.

His voice thundered through the house.

“Danielle!”

Ohhh, shit. Hearing her full name never bode well.

She sprinted to the back of the house, her legs carrying her unconsciously to the most logical escape route. Outside. But that route was cut off, by an invisible minefield that she couldn’t sneak or weave through. She screeched to a halt on the porch, panting, looking around as if she could find an opening somewhere in the invisible electric curtain that closed her in.

Nothing of course. She was absolutely stuck, with nowhere to hide, and with nothing but a severe punishment waiting for her.

Her face fell. Freedom, so close, spread out wide in front of her. Yet still boxed in.

Just as she wondered if she would be able to take the risk and run through the minefield, pain and electricity be damned – at some point she would be outside the range where the ankle monitor might just stop, right?! – footsteps stumbled behind her and her breath caught. She twirled on the spot.

Roman leaned heavily against the doorway, his face twisted in anger, the last remnants of pain twitching in his eyes. At least he had the dignity not to cradle his bruised package. Probably already did that upstairs… on his knees. Trembling. A prick of light in her darkness. An image to hold on to for the upcoming time. She had the dignity not to smirk. Her fear wouldn’t let her anyway.

Dani backed away. Slowly. Maybe she could still slip past him, but what was the use. It would only prolong the inevitable.

Another step back.

Her heart skipped a beat when the ground disappeared. Her ankle doubled as it crashed a few steps lower. With a soft shocked gasp, she fell back, arms flailing.

Completely unexpected, Roman’s hand shot out, gripping her tight by the wrist and she was almost grateful when he pulled her back onto the porch. He didn’t speak yet, just snarled down on her. And just when she got her feet firmly back under her supporting her own weight, his lips curled.

Their eyes met for a second.

And he shoved her hard.

She didn’t even have time to gasp in shock, yet it was like she fell in slow motion. Her mind braced for impact, for the shock that was about to course through her. Legs scrambled under her, stumbling back, muscles strained, desperate to stay upright but it was no use.

Before her back even hit the wet grass, the device activated.

And her mouth opened in a silent scream.

Pain coursed up her legs, the electric surge spreading through her body in an instant. It tensed every muscle to the point where she was completely paralysed for a few seconds.

Then finally could she release the pain in a scream. She wrenched onto her stomach, shaking heavily, fists clenched around the blades of grass. It was like all here muscles were caught in a ring of fire, heat burning through her.

But then it stopped. Muscles abruptly released and she lay flat as a board on the grass for a moment, heaving in gasps.

So much for her escape plan to just power through…

Roman lazily watched her from the porch, fiddling with the remote control for the ankle device. “You’d better crawl back here, fast,” he said, ice in his voice. “It will reactivate again in a few seconds.”

She clawed a hand forward, but before she could even get a leg under her to push off, her muscles clenched up again.

“You know,” Roman’s voice came when her screams died down again to sharp exhales. “To give the escapee the chance to get back within the perimeter…”

He hadn’t moved a muscle, simply watched as she struggled to pick her way back, fell face-forward into the grass as the device activated again; not by its setting but by his hand, hidden behind his back.

Every time Dani went just a little too far in one go for his taste, he pressed the button, stopping her dead in her tracks. Not like she had any grip on how many seconds had passed anyway…

Teeth clenched, Dani fought her way back, trying to move through the paralysing pain. Every inch she gained would make this stop faster. She managed to stay on her hands and knees, simply letting the pain shoot through her and endure, so she could stay upright and immediately inch closer when her muscles were under her control again.

And finally, as she pulled herself up the porch, it stopped. She lay there clutching at the wooden boards, breathing heavily as if she’d just clawed her way back out of a river, holding on for dear life afraid the stream might drag her back.

“Well, now, look at that,” Roman crooned, lightly kicking at her hips, gesturing to her long legs still on the grass. “At least now you know what the safe zone is. Look, you could sit over there in the sun next time.” He put the remote back into his pocket, after completely turning the device off for a bit. A little surprise for next time she tried to sunbathe.

A hand snagged in her hair. He pulled her up and hissed in her face,

“Now, I sincerely hope you didn’t think we were done here.”

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Continued here

Tag list: @firewheeesky @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19 @whumpawink @painsandconfusion @whumpifi @whumpy-daydreams @whumpyourdamnpears @auroragehenna @alsolucakairomi @suspicious-whumping-egg @whumppmuhw

[stagelightwhump]

Turn blorbo into your whumpee? No.

Turn whumpee into your blorbo.

Completely alter their appearance, from their hair color, eye color, even their height and weight should be changed to match your blorbo's. Make them unrecognizable as anybody but them.

Then, the fun part. Training them to act like blorbo. Shock collars, hypnosis, whips, or even hijacking their brain entirely, be it through magic or machinery. Beat down whatever personality they came with, and install the correct one overtop. Make them genuinely believe that they are blorbo, and that they've always been blorbo.

Now, you have your own version of blorbo, one who you can re-torture, or take care of, or train to torment others, at a much lower cost than you'd pay if you hunted down blorbo yourself. It's clearly the superior option, right?

Of course it is.

[kittykatninja321]

Jason has always been his losing dog hasn’t he?

[kabutoden]

i look at you and my eyes are so so so wet like with tears tears of pure emotion and extend out my closed fist and then I open up my hand and you see her. my troll oc. the greatest oc. from 2013. I brought her back and redesigned her and im insane about her again. i begin sobbing on the ground. she’s so small. itty bitty……….

[whump-in-the-closet]

The scars left behind by a shock collar. Bruised skin and violet scars. Veins left discolored in a ring around Whumpee’s throat. Words whispered instead of said— Whumpee terrified of setting off the shock. A body that still twitches years after all electricity has stopped. They can still feel the metal collar digging into their skin.

[pcktknife]

lifeweaver make me feel like a badass lil kid I did not know he could yank u back like that