#clicker training tip

[dezmineann]

You Can Do R- Correctly

When you're all about R+ and tryna tell people about R+, you're often having to use examples of mistreatment of horses in order to get your point across.

Traditionally, horse people tend to use R- and THAT'S OK!

Most people who are into R+ grew up on R- and are well aware that you can do R- correctly to establish a relationship with their horse.

The difference is all dependent on where you are in your horse journey. This doesn't mean you'll eventually become R+ BUT most people who turned to R+ are those who maybe had a horse with a difficult problem that traditional training methods couldn't solve. So, instead of selling the horse to someone else or dumping them at the meat market for being "dangerous", they found a safe alternative.

Others may have observed the toxicity of dominance culture in the horse industry and wanted to get away from it because it didn't make any real sense (bonus points if you have some training in psychology).

Maybe they want the clearest forms of communication for their horse? Whatever it is, usually R+ people just want to have willing partners and are doing all the work to be friends with their horses.

When we bring up R-, it's not to say that working your horse on a pressure/release system is bad. However, the mindset that can slip in whilst using these practices are what we are trying to diminish. Dominance theory, anthropomorphizing them, making excuses to be able to hit them cuz "they're bigger" (reread that one), scare tactics in the name of desensitization, how much more can I go on?

With R+ there is virtually no way you can mistreat the horse because the principles are founded upon willingness, what horses deem as fun/ good tradeoff, and animal welfare.

I truly encourage everyone to just look into R+ principles. You will find yourself in a wormhole of fabulous information on how to help your horse be a horse and a willing partner without the anxiety and fear. You don't have to be an R+ person in the end BUT knowing how horses learn, how to correctly read their body language whilst checking your own will make you a better horse person overall

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[largemouthbassnation]

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[storm-of-silver]

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tell me about hawk pls

YOU'VE OPENED PANDORAS BOX HEHE

I'll actually have to go back and edit the intro post bc i dont think i mentioned it, but during the Final Light, the Colony of Mist actually survived! Sorta. They were the last colony to get hit since they live high in the mountains, and they were able to see the other colonies getting attacked before the broken ones got close to them.

Since they had time to react, the commander decided to go to drastic measures and ordered the collapse of the cave entrance to their settlement. It'd protect them from the broken ones, but they'd be sealed in the mountains (at least, until they dug their way out). Problem was, they needed cats on the outside to trigger the collapse- someone had to get separated and face the broken ones alone.

[Image ID: Two images of roughly the same character. The first image, drawn by may- on TH, shows a canine with black, cream, and orange fur. The second, the redesign, shows a tortoiseshell tom with brown eyes. There are three scars in a line on his side. End ID]

Queue Talon of Hawk- Wing of Hawk at the time! Up until the Final Light, he was perfectly happy with his life and was a role model to other trainees. Hardworking, honorable, kind, loyal, and with a strong sense of justice, he was mostly known for being a dependable cat with a heart of gold.

It ended up being his downfall of sorts though; The second the commander asked for volunteers, Hawk stepped up to the task immediately. His friend, Eyes of Storm, joined him right after, along with two others who looked up to Hawk. The two cats who joined him died triggering the landslide, and Storm was caught by a broken one a few days later. With the fate of the Colony of Mist buried under layers and layers of stone, Hawk was the last member of the Colony of Mist.

For two years he wandered, joining any small group he could, before finally joining the Colony of Clickers (a post-FL group, they use clicking ones/robots to protect themselves! I'll be making a post on the neverlight era factions eventually). The leader/commander, Voice of Snow, gave Hawk the epithet of 'Talon' in honor of his devotion to his colony. He numbly accepted the new title, the reminder of what he had saved and had lost.

He settled in, having craved the comfort of a colony life, but he can't help but feel completely alone now. The Colony of Clickers has hints of every colony, all of them but his. In his attempt to protect his home, he lost it all completely- and he'd never change a thing. His colony is safe, and even if he'll never see it again, he can rest easy knowing he did the right thing.

While other characters prooobably have more going on with them (looks at literally all the neverlight era leaders and commanders), Hawk fills the "normal guy" role which happens to be one of my favorite character tropes. He's in a cat faction that controls a bunch of robots to protect themselves from quadrupedal slendermen and he is COMPLETELY aware how bonkers it is. He's also just a kind guy who really doesn't have trouble figuring out whats 'right' or 'wrong'- closest he'll ever get is having trouble deciding between following the Sacred Decree or his heart and feelings.

Also since he's the last Colony of Mist member, he actually got dibs on naming the current era. The Colony of Mist is THE authority on naming important events and since there was no one else to name it, everyone was like "OH GREAT KNOWER OF HISTORY, TELL US YOUR WISDOM" and Hawk panicked and went "uhhh theres no light. ever. So the Neverlight Era? Ok get out of my lodgings now please-"

[duskier]

Cyber stalker Laswell who meets you as a server in a fancy restaurant. The bill she pays without a blink of her eye is about a week's worth of your pay.

You're obviously attracted to her from the second she's seated, how your eyes follow the silver necklace she's wearing down between the open buttons of her silk collared shirt. How then your eyes flick to her hands, pupils dilating when you find her ring finger bare. It's like the general sitting across from Laswell doesn't even exist. She immediately likes that about you, how quickly and easily she's able to capture your full attention.

She watches your tongue behind your teeth move as you take her order, determined not to fuck it up. You were still new to this job, but the authoritative aura Laswell gave off had you at attention. Even her little smiles and nods when you confirmed her order felt like rewards. Like a dog being clicker trained.

Laswell tests you- she doesn't like pets who are obedient just because they can't think for themselves. She asks you to pick out a wine for her. You offer to have the sommelier come by, but she just shakes her head. You feel like a deer caught in headlights.

When you bring her the wine, a glass of '91 Penfold Grange, you can't help but watch her take a sip. Raptured at the sight of her rolling the taste in her mouth, lost in the idea of licking it off of her tongue. Laswell looks you right in your eyes when she thanks you, tells you that it was an excellent choice. She might as well have bent you over the table and fucked you right there, it made you melt. How could she make you feel so much with so little said?

(When you went to the back, her empty glass in hand, no one noticed when you licked at the stains on the rim where her mouth was. The wine tasted fucking fantastic.)

She left you a tip well over what was necessary. More than what the bill actually was, a number with one too many zeroes that made you gasp. She wrote out that it was a thank you for your service, and you shove the note in your pocket.

...Your heart sunk at the fact that she hadn't left her number though. Of course she wouldn't, a classy older woman such as herself? She probably only entertained you out of pity, because you were working and she was a professional.

You went home in a needy daze, her note burning in your pocket. You could still smell her perfume, the scent inoffensive but strong. If you fingered yourself with the note held in your other hand, Laswell's looping blue-ink cursive making you clench on your fingers every time you glanced at it, you didn't feel shame for it. Too busy lost in her pretty eyes, the thought of sitting naked in her lap, the idea of her voice praising and guiding you to orgasm.

...

What a pretty show, Laswell thought. Before she'd even gotten home, she'd had connections find everything about you. For such a smart person, you put much too much about yourself online. Not to mention, an open laptop on your desk, right across from your bed? You're lucky Laswell is looking out for you, remotely setting up security so no one else could see through that camera. Only she should see how your pretty thighs clench and jerk as you cum, only she should hear her name on your lips like that.

You were perfect for Laswell, exactly her type. Smart, pretty thing just waiting for someone to scoop them up, take care of them properly and teach them how to be a good pet.

[dream-a-dream-for-me]

Clicker training puppy!Art has been the only thing revolving in my mind rn, so i treat you all to this

He felt so humiliated and exposed when you two first tried it. Looking up at you with those cute puppy ears, the headband covered by his hair, the puppy tail plug resting on the floor as he kneels. his wet pink tongue lolling out, beginning to drool while his arms bend at the elbow, fingers curling, wrist bent as though he were begging like the good dumb bitch he is. to top it all off, a collar is wrapped around his pale throat with a little gold tag that hangs down, reading "property of" with your name centered in capitalized bold letters under it.

"Who's a good boyyy?" You tease in an extremely condescending tone, exactly like you were talking to an actual dog. as much as he hates to admit it, his cock does kick, starting to grow half hard as he blushes in embarrassment, turning his head to break eye contact with you. Clicking your tongue, you grab his chin with two fingers, forcing him to look at you. 

"Look at me, and answer, mutt. Are you a good boy?" Your tone is soft, but he knows you're dead serious, "Speak, puppy, speak!" You encourage, grinning down at him. He moves his head forward slightly before letting out a tiny bark and his blush some how deepens.

Immediately you praise him, pushing the button on the clicker a few times, making sure he hears it before you give him his reward. "That's right, baby! You're such a good, good, dog! I think, for listening so well, you should get a treat. Don't you agree?" 

Again, he barks softly and you pet his head, scratching his scalp lightly before spreading your legs, letting him get a perfect view of your soaking cunt. He stares at your pussy, drool falling from the tip of his tongue and onto his chest, but he doesn't notice, too enthralled with your body. he rips his eyes away from your core, looking up at you expectantly, it takes a begging whine from him for you to realize what he's waiting for. Your permission. 

Grinning at how well you've trained him, you nod "Go ahead, Art, it's your treat." the second those words escape your lips he drops his hands down to the floor instead of gripping your thighs to keep himself stable, knowing he hasn't earned the right to touch you yet. then, he buries his face in between your thighs, lapping at your pretty cunt, taking your clit in his mouth and sucking on it. Anything that will give you pleasure. 

Burying his tongue deep in your cunt, his eyes hazy and unfocused, the only thing on his mind right now is making you cum. god, he lets out the sweetest whimpers when you pull his hair, his tongue working faster around your clit, needing you to use him. when you're about to cum, you click your tongue against your teeth twice, just as you'd do to get any dog's attention. His eyes flick up and catch sight of the clicker held up in your hand, immediately moaning into your pussy like an absolute slut. "Mhm, that's right sweetheart, m'gonna cum and you can lap it allll up!" he whines again, eyes wide with excitement. If he had a tail it'd be a blur with how fast it'd be wagging. 

Yanking his hair and grinding against his face as you cum, clicking the button three times again next to him, needing that noise to be ingrained in his mind. like a good boy, he doesn't waste a drop<3 

He doesn't stop until you pull him away, even then he tries to lick your cum off of his own face. "go on puppy, use your paws" he cocks his head to the side, confused for a second before he understands. wiping at his face with the back of his hand before licking it off. he looks so cute that you have to use the clicker again, only two this time but it's starting to rile him up anyways. His gorgeous cock hanging hard between his soft thighs, "oh? are you needy, baby? you need mommy to milk you?" he pushes his face into your thigh nodding slightly while blushing hard at your tone, so embarrassed that he gets off on this. 

"Up! On the bed, you're allowed," He crawls to the side, rubbing his face on your leg for a second before pulling himself onto the bed. "Roll over!" he falls back onto the bed, keeping his legs and arms up and bent at the joint. you laugh at how cute he is, running your hand up and down his thigh before moving to his soaking wet cock. 

He throws his head back, letting out high pitched moans, trying his hardest to not buck his hips up into your hands. rubbing the pad of your thumb over the slit of his cock, watching how much it leaks out all over your hand. leaning down, you flick your tongue over the slit then take the head into your mouth. his eyes screw shut, fingers clenching and unclenching the sheets, biting his lip while his cute thighs shake. he's always been extremely sensitive<3

He opens his mouth to tell you that he wants to cum, then promptly shuts it, puppies aren't meant to use human words! So he barks, louder than the times before, far more confident, "What is it, pup? Do you need to cum? Is that it?" He nods, barking again and whining, cute face scrunched up, so close to cumming. "Go ahead, cum for me. cum for me puppy, make a mess" of course, you use the clicker again and it sets him off, cum bursting from his dick, getting all over your hand and his chest. 

What a dirty pup

[wrathofrats]

good morning wrath. imagine zephyr conditioning ifrit to cum on command

Kinktober day 8: hands free orgasm

Prompts by @kroas-adtam

Once for the father, twice for the son, three times for the Holy Ghost

Zephyr/ifrit

1.7k explicit, Warnings for: op doesn’t know what she’s talking about so don’t take this hella seriously, clicker training, it’s kinda manipulation, ifrit doesn’t really know he’s being clicker trained, exhibitionism

“My sweet boy, love making you feel good dragonfly” zephyr mumbled into his mouth. Ifrit gave a small whine of approval from the praise, earning another click. It had been going on for some time, small clicks here and there whenever zephyr touched him or let him fuck them. It made him feel good, the extra reassurance that he was doing something right making his head feel a relaxing sort of fuzzy.

Zephyr sat on top of his thighs with their hand around his cock. Slow strokes, a sweet smile on their face. They said they wanted to spoil him, loving being able to give their dog a treat. Ifrit heard a faint clicking sound as zephyr thumbed over the tip and precum dribbled over his shaft.

Zephyr could be sickly sweet when they really wanted to be. Cunning, something more sinister under their loving actions even if ifrit knew that Zeph only had his best interest in mind. Even the clink of the metal on his neck had his brain fizzling randomly, in the middle of conversations just remembering that zephyr made him wear it made him feel a little ditzier. A smile would plaster on his face, radiating sunshine practically, which always warmed zephyrs heart when they got to see and know what caused it.

Ifrit reached for zephyrs hair and dragged them forwards into his mouth, pulling them into a filthy opened mouth kiss. Another click. Zephyrs hand worked faster on his cock as ifrit shoved his tongue into their mouth. He was almost overwhelmingly hot like this, taken out of his usual rationality to completely submit to zephyr. It was hard to control his temperature.

“My sweet boy, love making you feel good dragonfly” zephyr mumbled into his mouth. Ifrit gave a small whine of approval from the praise, earning another click. It had been going on for some time, small clicks here and there whenever zephyr touched him or let him fuck them. It made him feel good, the extra reassurance that he was doing something right making his head feel a relaxing sort of fuzzy.

Zephyr trailed their free hand down his chest, squeezing at the soft muscle of his pecs. Ifrit gave another hum of approval as he bit at zephyrs lip, taking it between his teeth. His hips bucked up as his cock twitched in zephyrs hand.

“Close baby,” ifrit whispered out, his mouth barely still on zephyrs as he panted with need. The familiar warm feeling bubbled in his abdomen, ifrit whispering out small curses as he waited for zephyrs approval to be able to cum.

Zephs movements slowed, becoming more pointed as they watched ifrits face. He looked pathetic, desperate for approval as zephyr was rapidly pulling him closer to the edge without truly giving him that push to topple over.

“You really wanna cum for me? Really wanna make a mess all over my hand?”

“Please” zephyr had him squeezed at the base, looking straight into his fiery red eyes with a small smile pulling at the corner of their lips.

“Go ahead then, cum for me ifrit”

A double click, zephyrs hand stroking him in earnest for just a second before ifrit cried out. His claws dug into the sheets as he threw his head back with a loud groan, shooting hot and thick all over zephyrs fist. They squeezed more on the upstroke, practically milking it out of him before ifrit gave a pained whimper and tried to pull away.

Zephyr gave him loving praise and a small kiss before getting up to wipe off their hand that was starting to get tacky. The clicker was shoved back into the drawer, ifrit almost none the wiser to what zephyr was doing besides being able to associate the noise with pleasure.

The piece of plastic was kept in zephyrs pocket when they weren’t in bed. Taken from the bedside drawer to toy with just in case they were feeling risky, or if they thought ifrit needed that kind of reality check. The temptation was mouth watering, wondering exactly what he would do upon hearing it out of context, left horny and confused as to why all of the sudden he was straining against his jeans.

Ifrit sat in the corner of the couch with zephyr snuggled into his side. Their head rested on his shoulder as he spoke, one arm on the rest of the couch and one wrapped around Zeph. They weren’t fully paying attention to the conversation, aether and dew complaining about siblings faking illnesses to stay in the clinic or something.

The plastic felt almost heavy in their pocket, calling to zephyr just to conduct a simple experiment by giving the button a press.

The noise was faint, only being able to be heard by ifrit and zephyr. Ifrit gave a confused look down like he thought he had misheard something before continuing his conversation. The grip he had on zephs waist tightened a bit, his lip caught between his teeth.

His brain started to go slightly static at the edges, almost feeling as if he was tired more than anything else. Another small click went off beside him before he could examine the feeling any further. Ifrits breathing picked up slightly, a heat forming in his cheeks while his pants became tighter.

“You ok wildfire?” Zephyr whispered, looking up at him. Ifrit pulled the blanket further up himself in an attempt to hide whatever was happening. Maybe it was just one of those things that happens due to being topside.

“Yeah, I’m fine, thank you” his hand moved from around zephyrs waist to play with their hair. Long gray strands swirling around his fingers, he always wondered how it never got super tangled, especially since they usually had it up or braided. It helped calm him down a little bit, helped even out his breathing.

Another click bore itself into ifrits mind. His eyes felt heavier, the static starting to surround his thoughts and making it hard to speak or participate in the conversation fully. He tried to nod along and not let his eyes glaze over but he felt like he was truly starting to become stupid.

Ifrits cock was starting to get painfully hard trapped in his pants. He almost felt perverted, being so hard and clearly horny in front of dew and aether while zephyr laid into his side. The dumb temptation to shove his hand down and relieve some of the pressure was overwhelming. The fuzz around his brain truly made it seem like a good idea even as he tried to keep the last grip on his consciousness in order to not completely embarrass himself.

Ifrit gave a small squeeze to zephyrs hand, an almost cry for help as he started to lose himself to the feeling. It was nice, a sweet and comforting haze but it was hard to continue to keep up. Zephyr piped up immediately, inserting themself into the conversation so ifrit could relax a little and truly succumb into submission for them.

The metal collar felt heavier the more he slipped into the headspace. Cool metal against hot skin, still inconspicuous but the fact that only zephyr and ifrit knew made it that much better. There was another click, ifrits cock blurting precum from the head, no doubt about to make a small wet spot on his jeans.

He shifted slightly, trying to maybe get some friction in order to pull him back from the deep. He squeezed zephyrs hand again, just for reassurance. Zephyr held onto him tightly. They tried to keep him grounded enough to get through the conversation before they could whisk him back to their room to take care of him properly.

Ifrit grabbed zephyr tightly, biting his lip as he heard a double click from beside him. The heat in his abdomen grew, his eyes crossing as it ramped up in intensity. His cock twitched, shooting thick all over the front of his boxers before ifrit even had another second to think about it. Zephyr could feel him twitch, saw how he immediately flushed in embarrassment as he tried to figure out what just happened to him.

It was cute watching ifrit, waiting for him to shamefully admit he had just cum untouched for no good reason that he would know about. His eyes darted around, seeing if anyone had noticed beyond zephyr squeezing his hand back.

“I think I’m starting to get tired” ifrit finally mumbled out, staring at Zeph with wide eyes, hopefully convincing them to cut the conversation off so he could drag them back to their room.

“Think I am too dragonfly, sorry guys, think we are going to head to bed” zephyr gave a fake yawn before sitting up, grabbing ifrit to drag him away as he bashfully attempted to cover where he was sure there was a stain on his pants.

Ifrit closed the door behind him, his hands still shaking as he turned to look at zephyr. They were already reaching for his cheeks, dragging him down to pull him into a sweet kiss.

“What happened to you baby? You didn’t seem tired” Zephyr mumbles against his lip, pulling him closer.

“I… um”

“Seemed fidgety on the couch, something on your mind?”

Ifrit shifted his weight from one leg to the other, trying not to look zephyr in the eyes. He didn’t know what he was so embarrassed, they were mates after all. But he was still confused, head feeling fuzzy and not fully satisfied.

“Talk to me my love”

“I… think I came.. I don’t know-“

Zephyr gave a small giggle. They pressed their palm into ifrits clothed cock, kneading down and smiling when he hissed from the sensitivity and pressure.

“Could practically smell it on you, you get so red when you’re turned on dragonfly” ifrit whimpered at the words, putting his head on their shoulder and letting them touch him as they wished. His hips jumped forward into their hand, sensitivity melting into pleasure.

“I’m sorry I don’t know why” ifrit breathed, “need you so bad whisp”

Zephyr kept their little secret to themself, more than happy at being able to get ifrit all stupid and desperate with just the click of a button.

“Give me one more then I’ll clean you up dragonfly”

[kitmoas]

purgatórium versenye

WandaNat x Reader

Warnings: **18+ ONLY** **MINORS DNI*** ***SMUT*** dark and demonic themes, cult vibes, gun and syringe, blood, gaslighting and stolkhome vibes, gives almost...Saw vibes in a way?, clicker training

As per usual if i forgot anything let me know

Author's Note: oh look I actually hit a deadline with this one! Okay second part of the double feature is here!! Again I am still getting back in the grove of writing so I'm sorry if this sucks, also I did not edit this at all sooooo yea

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Exhaustion filled your body but thankfully you knew that the wait was almost over. For the past three and a half years your world was four walls, dozens of gadgets, millions of sounds, and two women. It wasn’t torture by any means, the work was nice and the company of two of the most beautiful people to ever grace the Earth was even more nice, but you were more than ready to pack up the project and move on with the next item for your resume. You knew the frustration you had with this job was at no fault of your mentors, a failed experiment is never in the cards for anyone but you couldn’t help but feel some anger towards them and their actions throughout the years. 

There is no doubt that they are gorgeous, charming, and extremely brilliant but you had to ponder their focus on some occasions. Yes, the job was granted funding for four years which allowed a bit of wiggle room when it came to how strict the workplace was on a day to day basis. It meant that the stress was off of the three of you to produce results quickly, but you never thought the efficiency would suffer. In your mind, if anything, it should have been even better since every single detail could be worked. It meant that you could have trial run after trial run, fixing any small little error that you could find but instead the deadline is rapidly approaching with not a single trail run completed. 

“Hey, how do you feel about dinner tonight? Maybe go over the last stage of progress so that we can really get into “trials”?” Blinking, you turn slowly to the raspy voice. She’s a few inches taller than you and a soft smile graces her face as she looks down at you. Her hand is already reaching out towards you, fingers twitching as the tips get closer and closer to strands of your hair. 

It’s easier to talk to her alone, she feels soft and safe. Her presence is calming and she rarely teases you in uncalled for moments, but when fun comes she’s the life of the party. Sarcastic and witty, she truly had it all and you know that she’s way out of your league but you just had to remember that she is your coworker; nothing more. 

You don’t even realize you’ve nodded, agreeing to the plans before your brain can catch up but she’s smiling widely. “Great! I’ll cook, just go ahead and bring yourself and that pretty little smile.” Her hand cups your cheek, thumb graze along your lip before she quickly pulls away. Fleeting touches keep your brain in a spiral, a light haze causes it to be hard to think but your entire body buzzes at the compliment. 

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It was the moment your Uber pulled up to the large house, gates opening slowly that you realized you had never asked about your crush’s background. There was no way that the research that you were doing paid for this property. You could barely pay your rent and still have enough money to eat anything besides instant ramen. No one ever got into this world for the money, it was all for the experience. 

The attire you adorned was casual, no dress code given and no formal wear in your closet, you felt completely out of place as you climbed the front steps. The urge to flag down your Uber and run was strong, but you knew that if you finished this dinner you would be done and the end of the job would be near. 

The door swung open quickly, a young man answering it almost the moment the first chime of the doorbell sounded. Your finger was still against the cool metal and the you knew that your face gave away just how surprised you were but you tried to shake it away when you were able to take in what he was wearing. Casual clothes, almost gym attire with what looked like nicer joggers and a colorful tight long sleeve shirt. “You my sister’s guest?” 

His tone was crude, a brash contrast to how the sweet girl you knew spoke and you dumbly nod. It wasn’t that you weren’t used to people speaking to you rudely, you lived in the slums of New York City, but you weren’t prepared for someone who should know your status in the company to treat you as harshly as this. 

“I would have thought the girls could have found a better option, but I suppose this will work.” He’s mumbling mostly, eyes trailing your body up and down before he starts to walk away. The door left open as you watch him retreat into the depths of the house. 

It took you a moment, body frozen as you tried to figure out what to do. The toe of your shoe had barely touched the dark marble floor when a soft hand wraps around the edge of the door, smirking face popping out in front of you. Despite the racing of your heart, and the temporary fear in your throat, you begin to relax as the sight of your coworker. “Well hello édes szerelem, you’re late.” 

The accent settles you even more and you can’t help but chuckle, finally taking your spot inside the doorway fully. “It wasn’t my fault.” You snicker slightly under your breath, a mischievous smirk pulling at your lips as you watch the woman’s eyes roll. While you may not appreciate being so behind, you can dabble in the fun that she brings to the lab. 

“You have literally been standing here like a frozen little gremlin for at least five minutes, I do believe it is your fault.” She grips your forearm, dragging you father into the foyer. She barely waits for you to take your shoes off, a look of confusion on her face as she watches you but thankfully a taunt doesn’t fall from her lips. 

Your jaw drops slightly as she guides you farther into the house, twisting hallways and grand archways blur as she practically jogs. “Well I wasn’t expecting to be greeted by—“

“Pietro.” The sentence gets cut off by the woman you were most excited for as the two of you turn into a wide doorway. You were unsure exactly how she heard you that entire time, but you were glad she did because you felt like she could easily answer any questions that you may have. “I must apologize about him, he’s not too fond of guests; even Natasha here.” 

The redhead chuckles, her grip on you finally relaxing as she separates from you and heads to the bar in the corner. “What can I say, not everyone likes me.” Finally feeling the ability to relax, you allow your eyes to roam and your body to settle on a comfy looking chair. You weren’t expecting such a cozy room, it almost looks like something a middle class family would have. Adorned with cheesy family pictures, a few worn in couches, a huge television and the recliner that you happen to be sitting in you could almost close your eyes and believe that you were at your uncle’s house to watch the lastest football game. 

“Sure and it has nothing to do with the fact that you are a bika egy kínai szekrényben. “Your neck almost snaps as the foreign language catches your ears. Wanda had never once spoken the what you believed to be the native tongue of the mysterious woman drinking a martini in the corner, but here she was. It sounded fluent, a casual switch between English almost like she was with her grandmother who had immigrated to the United States.” 

Scoffing, you can see the ginger purse her lips before she downs the rest of her drink. “Oh yes, let’s just hate Natasha, the new girl. It’s not like I haven’t been trying to fit in because you know I have! I’ve been working hard towards my goals and everything that the family wants time to finish to become one of you.” Her voice comes out in a hiss, anger fueling her speech and you realize that the two had to have forgotten that you were here. 

Clearing your throat, you try to catch one of their attention. You didn’t want to intrude too much, but you also didn’t know where to go to excuse yourself. Jumping slightly you weren’t expecting Wanda to practically jump at you, her body rushing towards you but stopping just a few steps away. She smiles, but it’s a little bit to fake for her normal comforting grin. The look on your face must have indicated her mistake because Natasha immediately crosses the room, slapping the younger girl on the back softly. 

“Now Wanda, don’t scare our guest.” The ginger smirks at you, reaching up to cup your face. Her eyes roll when you flinch, her fingers smooshing against your jaw to keep you still. “We aren’t going to hurt you darling.” She straightens her back, her head tilting to stare you down. “You don’t think we would hurt you do you?” 

The other woman is hunched over, almost struggling to stand up, when you finally take notice of her, Your eyes straining to find hers as you search for some kind of signal what is happening. She adverts your gaze though and instead falls to her knees, settling comfortably and reaching out to lay a hand along your calf. The soft touch slows your heart rate and allows you to focus enough on the questions you were being asked. Slowly you shake your head, unsure of where the intensity has come from. 

Biting her tongue as it slips between her teeth, her smile morphing her mouth some. “Good, now, it’s a custom to play a game. Won’t you play with us?” Her voice is sultry, grip on your cheek forces you to nod your head. She cuts you off before you can verbally answer, raising her eyebrows as she waits for you to actually fight her but she is met with nothing but silence. “Exactly, good. Wanda, would you tell them we are ready to begin?” 

Time practically stands still as you watch your object of affection scurry out the door, and you have to gulp down your nervousness once more while you are alone with the older woman. You have many questions but the uncertain stretches across your skin. Anticipation was rising in your body, as well the blush that tinted your skin. 

It was only a few minutes when Wanda returned, the small device that the three of you had been working on in hand, along with two women carrying covered platters. She makes eye contact with Natasha before beelining it directly towards you, her hand cupping your cheek immediately. “Trust me, everything will fall into the place that it’s meant to be.” Her voice is soft, eyes searching yours as she lets her thumb boop your nose gently. She smiles when she sees you mindlessly nod. 

Your heart races the closer she gets and it practically stops when you realize what is about to happen, though your brain doesn’t get much time to catch up when her lips finally touch yours. The kiss is slow, tender, and it makes your confidence in her statement strong as you realize that she’s going to be the foundation that she falls on during this game. A small electronic click sounds in the room, echoing in the background, and though it sounds familiar you don’t pay it any attention. 

A hand in your hair interrupts the moment you two are sharing, and while your body is tugged away from the older woman your mind stays stuck on it as Natasha’s grip tightens. She’s speaking but you can’t help the hazed look in your eyes as your focus stays on Wanda, unknowingly agreeing to whatever the ginger is saying. “Glad, I’m glad you agree.” Her voice, final and firm, shakes you and you try to turn to look at her but a cool piece of metal lands on your temple. “Nuh uh pretty girl, you agreed to the terms of my game. Now you play.” 

A chill freezes your blood, your muscles locking up as your predicament settles in. Nodding, a small frantic motion, your eyes searching for Wanda’s to try and signal for help but she stands in the center of the floor. She’s calm but her eyes are sharp, watching you almost like a predator watches prey. You weren’t sure why she had your project, but you no longer cared about that. You just wanted to leave this house alive. “Don’t you want to play with us, sweetheart?” It’s her voice that makes you melt, even with the sharp digging of the muzzle into your skull. At your smile, and slight relaxation, another small electronic click.  

Missing the evil smirk that spreads across the ginger’s face, unnaturally sharp teeth showing, you allow your body to press against hers. Believing that Wanda would get you out safely, you decide that you’re just going to allow this game to play out as it was meant to. “Eszter, step forward. Our players are ready for round one.” One of the girls approaches you, standing slightly off center from in between you and Wanda. “I, Natalia Romanoff, the GameMaster officially call a beginning to this trial. Lift the dome, Eszter.” 

The gun is still lazily pressed against your head to keep you inline, and you flinch as a ringing sound radiates into the room when the metal lid scraps. There sits two levers, one red and one blue. “It’s simple, you each pick a lever and you better be fast after you choose. We wouldn’t want the game to end so early now would we?” She steps back, snickering as your body sways unstably. 

A soft hand wraps around your wrist, Wanda reaching out to keep you upright and tugging you forward. She pulls you into another kiss, electronic click sounding. This one was rough, quick, as she forces her tongue into your mouth. It ends abruptly, she rips away from it and smirks at your breathless form. “Come darling, we have to play the game. You pick your lever first.” She sets your hand on the platter, releasing your wrist as she stands back. 

You weren’t really sure what it meant but you knew that you wanted the blue one from the beginning, something drew you to it and you instantly lifted your hand there. Wanda barely reacts, eyebrow twitching slightly as she settles her hand on the red one. A soft countdown comes from behind you, punctuated by a tapping of metal against something. At the count of one you both pull your chosen colors, but only Wanda moves. She’s swift, and if you would have blinked you would have missed the dagger that flies out of the wall and just barely misses her. Thumping into the wall behind where she once stood, you can’t help the gasp that tumbles from your lips. 

Natasha hums behind you, stepping up to press the gun to your lower torso and her hand roughly grabs your hip. Dragging you back so your ass is rubbing against her, and your back is digging into the gun. “You didn’t even move, as if you have a death wish idiot.” Her voice is mocking, teeth biting at your ear lobe. “If you want to live you’re going to have to play the game better than that.” Tutting she shoves you forward, before pulling you back to spin you around. She uses the barrel of the gun along your jaw to move your head around the way she wants, leaning in slightly to hover her lips over yours. 

Chuckling, she watches as your eyes slip shut, and you take a shaky breath in. Lips parted pathetically as you wait for hers to touch. “Do you want me to kiss you, slut?” Her eyes shine, a glimmer that is found when you begin to nod. It’s a quick motion before you immediately try to take it away. Shaking your head to deny it, you didn’t like Natasha–only Wanda. “Nuh uh little one, you can’t take back your first answer.” Allowing her gun to run down your body she smirks at the shivers she causes, before she shoves the metal between your thighs. Tapping it randomly against your covered clit, it shocks you how quickly she finds it but your body reacts subconsciously. 

Hips jumping at the contact, you try to lean into her. Electric click sounding loudly in your ears, echoing in the quiet of the room. You’re confused as you start to crave her touch, being denied it this entire time. You aren’t even sure how long she stands there, playing with your body, but you know that she never lays a finger on you but by the time she pulls away you are soaked. It causes you to fill with shame because you weren’t sure what kind of game you were playing, and you just wanted to live but you no longer wanted to escape. You should but you didn’t. 

“Time for the next round, Dorottya. Bring forth the rest of the equipment, she’s ready.” Wanda jumps forward at Natasha’s words, wiggling up next to you as the last girl steps towards you; pulling the dome off as she comes closer. “This is even easier, no movement needed for the dumb little thing. Pick a needle, and one of our girls here will administer it to you.” She smiles at the two of you, it’s almost too soft and it makes you whine. It’s sinister the way she cackles at the sound, drawing you into her to just shove you back. 

A click. Wanda giggles and kisses your shoulder. Another click. Her mouth stays there though, a low whisper coming out to calm down. “We find out the winner of this round at the end of the game, my love.” You melt and another click, the hint she gives you goes over your head at the possessive pet name. 

Blindly you reach out, rolling the two syringes along the metal. Neither seem flawed nor do they seem to have any true differences, so you just grab one at random. You weren’t sure which girl grabs the shots because the brunette is dragging you into another kiss, her hand mapping out your body. Hands trailing up your shirt, forcing herself under your bra to thumb at your nipples. A click. You whimper softly, for some reason you’re extremely sensitive and you can feel yourself clench slightly around nothing at her touch. It had to be because of how long you pined over her, the gorgeous girl finally giving you the attention that you dreamt about for years. A click. 

Natasha lets her body mold against your back, gun tapping methodically against the outside of your thigh as she grinds in your ass. “Look at you, finally willingly playing the game.” You can feel a bulge against you, and you can’t help yourself as you allow your hips to roll back into it. A click. Something was happening to your body and you just needed more, you wanted to be filled and you wanted Natasha to be the one to do so. 

You move your body as much as you can, trying to find a way for your clit to rub against something. A click. You wanted some kind of relief from the rapidly approaching heat. It wasn’t something that you were expecting, but you were okay with this wild game if it meant that you would be taken care of by these ladies. Maybe it was all fake and they just wanted to be weird, you never know what kind of freaky shit rich people got into. 

Clearing her throat, the ginger shoves you off of her. It causes you to tumble into Wanda, helplessly you flop onto her. You were surprised she could hold your weight but you were content to rub your face against your breasts, though you weren’t allowed to stay long. When the older woman behind you dragged you back down. She effortlessly moved you as if your body was made of a fluff, shoving you around until you were laid out on the ground. A click. 

A growl comes out of her mouth as she lets her body fall on your aggressively, hips humping into you where she had forced your legs apart. It was rough and quick, a moment of chaos in the tight fisted control that the ginger usually had. A click. It was almost like she was losing herself in the pleasure, her hands all over you as she tugged your clothes down and ripped them. “Play the next round.” Her voice was deeper, rough and rumbly, as she moved on top of you. 

You were confused but just as you opened your mouth to ask how, Natasha had pulled away only to be replaced with Wanda. Her mouth was on the exposed skin that was left behind from the ginger ravishing you, and her fingers were already swiping through the wetness that she found in between your thighs. A click. She slips two fingers into you, the tips at first just to test out how tight you were but she thrusts both in fully when a metal collar is slapped around your neck. It all happens at once and your vision blurs as you're filled by the brunette, your pussy stretching around her fingers. A click. 

She uses her hips to shove her fingers deeper into you, while you were unsure of when your arousal got so high, you knew that you wouldn’t last long. A click. It had been so long since you were even touched slightly, and you had been dreaming of Wanda touching you for years. It was everything you dreamed of and you could feel the cool of her rings slightly. They were rubbing against your leaking hole, and your hips jut upwards when her metal wrapped thumb rubs tight little circles on your swollen clit. A click. 

“I pick a card, you win if you get a face card. If you both get one, we continue to play until the first number card is chosen. Who is going to go first?” You can barely see where Natasha is sitting above you. Her voice is nonchalant as she shuffles the cards in her hand. 

At the same time Wanda shoves a third finger into you, chuckling against your stomach where she’s leaving hickeys as her name falls from your lips. A click. You weren’t sure what was happening but you hear Natasha reading out the card she choses. It’s slow, and you let your head flop to the side. Forcing your eyes open you watch as the ginger slowly strokes her strap, it’s large and you crave it. A click. 

The brunette on top of you moans, her hips have found home on your thigh and you can feel her wetness as she grinds down onto you. A click. It’s the feeling that almost pushes you over the edge unexpectedly. You didn’t think you were close, but apparently Wanda knew otherwise. “Natty she’s so fucking tight, her little cunt will be perfect even after she loses.” Her voice is shaky as she chases her own high, fingers inside you almost painful as her control fumbles. A click. 

It’s in that moment that Natasha gasps, a taunting sound as she turns the next card over. It shows a golden five surrounded by butterflies, a soft sweet image for the torture you unknowingly subjected yourself to. “Well well look at this, it looks like the little whore lost.” A filthy moan falls from your lips when you hear the ginger’s words, and humiliation fuels your orgasm even more when you realize that losing has caused you to dangle even more dangerously over the edge. A click. 

The collar around your neck suddenly drops, cold metal instantly tightening around you. Your eyes are wide open, though you are struggling to keep them that way, it allows you to watch as the oldest woman stumbles over to jerk off over you. It’s quick as she grunts, ropes of cum landing on your lower belly from the strap. It almost feels medical as she immediately pulls the harness off, the leaking tube leaves a trail of her cum along the floor as she sets it to the side. 

Though sterile and professional, you can’t help the way the coil in your tummy begins to shatter when Wanda shoves a glob of the cum into your cunt. A click. Another click. Another click. Intense pain starts to radiate through your body, and a searing sting burns your neck. Through your foggy hazed brain, you can hear Wanda excitedly telling the other women that it’s working. 

You can feel metal start to pierce your neck, the pressure breaking as does your skin and the pain throughout the rest of your body overtaking everything. A click. Another one. Your body starts to flail causing Wanda to struggle to keep herself inside you, but she continues to force three fingers into you as you react to the way she touches you. 

“I see the brainless slut lost the second round too?” Natasha laughs, a full body harsh sound, before she comes over to you. Dangling over your face, she smiles at the blood starting to leak around your head. A click.  “I guess we’ll see if the poison or the spikes kill you first, but don’t worry. Your body will be put to good use. It’s already conditioned to the sound, if we did this correctly it should react even when your heart stops.” It’s almost too soft as she speaks to you, but she gives you a soft kiss on your forehead. 

It doesn’t take long for you to stop feeling things, and the disappointment of a ruined orgasm runs through your closing veins. You can’t move or speak, and your vision is extremely blurry but you do see Wanda stand. The brunette leans down, a fake pout on her face as she looks down on you. “I’m sorry but I guess you won’t get to have a little fun before the end, Drágám. I tried but our formula must work too well.” A click. 

The two stand shakily, a sigh falling from their lips as they watch the puddle of blood get larger underneath you. “That’s going to be a pain to clean, they won’t be happy about that.” Pietro’s voice cuts through the room like a knife, suddenly showing up. “Did you have to be naked for this one? I don’t need to see my sister like this.” He pretends to puke, and for a moment things could be seen as normal. The three of them laughing and acting as if they were family, off to go find their elders to show them what they made. The sacrifice they have for them, almost like a present that Natasha has brought them to be accepted into the family. 

Your eyes are wide when the beating stops, when the world goes quiet and the pain ends. Even so, as a click echoes through the room your body convulses and your empty cunt pulses.  

Translations are loose: English to Hungarian

Drágám -- darling

bika egy kínai szekrényben-- bull in a china closet

[amusinglymutt]

REALLY figure I should post some of my okayest smut I write in my spare time. And, so, here is "Clicker Training."

"You've got a bad little habit of running your mouth, honey.." I ran my eyes down the body of the woman before me, a sadistic smirk making her start to writhe under my form.

"Y'know we gotta fix that, right?" I murmured, leaning in closer to her, grabbing her chin and pulling her closer to me. I could hear her breathing heavily.

I chuffed. I brought myself up to standing, taking a further step back from her. I narrowed my eyebrows as I shook my head slyly at her. Watching her try and not squirm against herself.

"Knees." And silently, she slid down off of the mattress, kneeling right before me.

Click.

"Awwee, not a single resistant bone in your body now, is there? Good girl.." I cooed at her, running my left hand through her hair gently. I felt her body shudder below me from the mixture of stimuli I was giving her.

"I'm gonna make you earn it, though.. You know what I want from you, I know you do.. but you're gonna prove it for me, got it?"

She nodded eagerly at me, staring up at me, and I could already sense her desire to get started.

Instead, though, I raised a brow at her.

"Yes, yes.. yes ma'am, of course."

I smiled.

Click.

"There we go. Good girl for me." I stroked her hair again, this time pushing her closer to my body.

"I'm gonna make you start by getting me as hard as you can through these panties. Got it?" I muttered to her, caressing the back of her head gently as I jutted my hips outward, pressing my bulge against the side of her face ever so slightly.

"Yes ma'am, please.." She barely murmured the words, but she was writhing under me, and I just couldn't get enough of how badly she wanted me.

Click, click.

She melted against me, a shiver running down her spine as she cupped a hand around my half-hard dick.

"Wow, you're behaving so well for me, hm? Trained you good, didn't I?" I muttered, rutting my hips against her hand, telling her to do more with just that motion.

She nodded eagerly, pressing her face back up against my bulge. She pressed her lips around the side of my dick and dragged her tongue down my shaft through the fabric.

I shivered a little, my hand pulling her hair just a little tighter into my grasp. I hissed through my teeth a little before flipping my hair back away from my face.

Click click.

Again, she shuddered, and hurriedly shifted my shaft enough to take the tip into her mouth through the cloth. I groaned softly, pulling her closer to me by the hair.

"Mm, sugar, you're doing so fucking well for me, y'know that?" Click.

I felt her whine against my dick, and I just chuckled down at her as I shook my head. At this point I was throbbing against her. I just wanted to see how long I could make her do this.

I felt her hand feeling for the outline of my knot, and quickly she began caressing it through the fabric that was beginning to become decently soaked from both of us.

My hips jutted against her, another low groan escaping my lips. Click click.

"Take em off for me. Now." Immediately she looped her fingers under the elastic, and I helped her by stepping out of them. I took hold of my shaft, pressing my tip right against her cheek.

Click click.

I watched her. I watched her squirm and whine and give me pleading eyes. I watched as her hips bucked forward, searching for any sign of friction against her.

"Awh, what? My little plaything so eager to please her owner, hm?" I cooed down at her, shaking my head in faux embarrassment.

She nodded, though, a small whine escaping her as she did so. "God yes, please, ma'am, please let me please you.. please.." Click click.

I nodded once, and immediately she wrapped her lips around my tip. "Ffuck.. that's a good girl, honey.."

She hurriedly wrapped her hand around my knot, pushing herself further down my shaft with a whine getting muffled in the process.

Click.

I took hold of her hair, gently for now, just to remind her to keep her composure. I felt her shiver, yet again though, as she quickly bobbed down as far as she could before gagging just a bit, and pulling back up.

I chuckled and shook my head at her, meeting her gaze as she began to focus just on my tip. Her tongue curled up, and ran right along the ridge of my head.

"Oh, fuck, you know the spot, huh..?" I muttered, struggling to get a grasp back on my clicker from a ripple of pleasure hitting me hard.

Click click.

She slid her tongue down as she took more of me in, and drawing back up shortly after. I rutted my hips into her, pushing myself in further, as she groaned against me.

"There we go.. good girl.. doing so good for your owner.." Click.

I felt her just whimper against me as she bobbed down, and returned back, starting to work at a pace on me now. I gripped her hair a little tighter as I let my head fall back. Telling her she was doing good, and to keep going, but still keeping my control of the situation and of her.

My hips rutted into her hard, and she almost gagged again, but pulled up enough before. But quickly she took me back in, and coming up this time to focus hard on my tip.

I felt her tongue run along the same ridge, but with much more speed than before, and sucking on it just enough to make me fucking whine.

Click click click.

She quickly began bobbing up and down on just my tip, making my hips jerk forward and I pulled her hair closer to me, making her take more of me. Eagerly though, of course, she obliged.

She adjusted her hand on my knot, which I knew she could feel my heartbeat throbbing against now. She caressed the underside, the very bottom of my knot, and uncontrollably my hips rocked forward hard, and I tugged on her hair harder than I had been.

Click. I know she knew my knot was so fucking sensitive, and that's why she loved teasing me there. She cupped it as she moved to keep working on my tip again. She held my knot with her thumb on one underside and the rest of her fingers along the other, and the contact alone made me lurch against her as I snarled my teeth at her.

She caressed her hand along the front and underside, and a low growl came from me as I rutted against her hard, forcing myself deeper into her mouth.

Click click.

"Good fucking whore.."

She, of course, eagerly obliged me as I took back most of my control here. I tugged her hair to make her push herself down further, and she started to rub my knot with her hand.

Click.

I redid my grip on her hair as I rutted into her mouth. I felt her just whine against me as she knew I was about to use her like I knew she loved me doing.

I rutted into her again, and she changed her grip and wrapped her fingers around the back of my knot, and began massaging into the back.

I growled again, fucking myself into her mouth with a snarl creeping back up onto my face.

Click click.

I thrusted into her, feeling another whine muffle against me as I shivered.

"Does my little toy want me to cum in her mouth, hm?" I muttered, not stopping at all to let her speak, but in fact speeding up instead. Just to humiliate her a little more.

I raised an eyebrow as she looked up at me, now stroking my knot the best she could, and I felt and heard her trying to whimper and tell me what was most definitely a yes, please.

"Hm? I'm not hearing a no.." I muttered, rutting into her hard again.

Click click.

"You're taking me so fucking well.. you like it when your owner uses you like this, hm? Using your mouth like my own little personal fucking toy?"

Click click click.

My movements started getting jerky, and I gripped her hair harder, another deeper growl coming from me as I snarled yet again.I needed her like this so fucking bad. She was stroking my knot nearly the same pace as I was face-fucking her and it was just going to set me off so fucking fast.

"Cause you are my little fucking toy. You hear that? Fucking mine." I harshly whispered the words, gritting my teeth as I yanked on her hair. Click.

My erratic movements and thrusts and jerks came to a strong halt as my knot audibly met her lips, and I felt an orgasm start to throb through me hard.

Click click click.

I grunted, holding her hair taut in my hand as I rutted my knot against her lips, feeling her just absolutely whimper like a bitch in heat against me.

"So fucking good for me.. you can't run that fuckin' mouth of yours... when your mouth is full of my cock.."

Click click.

I rutted my hips against her lips one last time before coming to a stall with an audible huff. I pulled back, letting go of her hair before she gasped, panting, mouth open.

"Ah? You swallow for me without telling you? What a good girl.."

Click.

[pupntumble]

i think u would do a really good job writing like. overstim play

aw thank you, anon! have a quick ramble to see if that's true or not:

It's dark on the balcony of his shitty apartment, smoke trailing through your phone's flashlight. You've got it case-up on the weird glass table you helped him haul up three stories, the one he found on the side of the road in the suburbs. The remains of the first joint rest on the little plate he bought just for this purpose, and the second one is burning down to ashes in your hand. You say something and he laughs, the sound louder than it would be if he was sober. One click of the power button and the phone light shuts off, your tdick slowly stiffening in your boxers while your eyes adjust. He's still got that carefree little grin at the corner of his mouth. In this moment you want to shove your hands into his hair and kiss that expression off his face, but the air around you is still a little hazy with smoke, and you're a little tired despite the incessant need in your gut. You smile back at him and he snickers. Half-lidded eyes and soft grins. It can be easy to forget how well you two can make a haven for yourselves.

"Got you a present."

You're already making a mess in your shorts, half with trained expectation and half because getting high always makes you horny, but you can feel yourself get wetter when he says it. The slow process of standing up almost tips over the chair when you plant your foot wrong. It doesn't really matter, though. You lead the way to his bedroom, sitting on the blankets so that your legs hang down right where he always hides things. He has to kneel between your thighs to pull the box out from under the bed. The shipping label is half peeled off, but if you tried you could probably make out the return address. You don't bother to try. It's enough to just slouch down and wait for him to open the package up for you, fingernails scrabbling at the tape before it gives. The object inside is a dull purple, all rounded edges and smooth silicone. He pulls out a charging cord, too, and plugs the vibrator in.

"Figured we could combine it with the clicker, try something new."

It's the best idea you've ever heard. In fact, it's an idea that the two of you should test out as soon as possible. Right now, even. You cup the back of his head with both hands, looking down at him as you explain your brilliant plan of "yes, please, right this second." He agrees, turning away to get things ready as you squirm out of your clothes and drop them to the floor. Thick strands of slick draw out between your crotch and your boxers before snapping, your cunt drooling with the prospect of future stimulation. He brings his hands to your thighs, spreading your legs open as you easily slip two fingers into yourself. Teeth settle into the skin of your thigh, the bite quickly soothed over by his tongue.

"Aw, getting a little overwhelmed?"

You hadn't even realized you were whining. He keeps teasing you, lets you finger yourself but tuts at you if you try and rub your palm against your dick. It feels like hours have passed, but he's probably only kept you on edge long enough for the vibrator to charge. One of his arms darts out to the side and deftly unplugs the toy, then brings it back to show it off to you for a moment. He pulls your hand away from your cunt and slides the vibrator inside, tapping around until you squeak.

"Right there?"

You nod. He moves his hand to a more comfortable position and presses the power button. You squirm a little, hands settling behind you for better balance, feeling the rumble spread into your gut before snaking up your spine. It's nice, but nothing special. You're about to give some feedback, ask for a little bit more stimulation, but then-

Click! You clench. Suddenly the vibration feels even stronger, and you buck your hips a little, trying to get away. The movement just draws the vibrator deeper in, startling you and making you clench harder. He laughs, rubbing his thumb in circles on your hip to settle you. The clicker's in his other hand, grabbed at some point while you were distracted. It takes a bit, but you mention to relax, gentling the sensations again. Click! A little less of a jolt this time now that you're expecting it, but you can still feel it. You've started making soft little noises in the back of your throat at some point. Settle. Relax. Untense. Click! When you hear a click, you're supposed to clench for three seconds. Long training sessions have made it second nature to you. Usually he uses it for cockwarming, but occasionally when you're riding him. You hadn't expected this. Click! With each click the pleasure gets a little harder to ignore. It seems he's determined to stop you from edging yourself this time around, trying to make you cum quickly. Click! You're almost at the edge of orgasm now, legs shaking slightly, chest heaving. Your fingers dig into the sheets, mouth hanging open as you pant. Almost, almost, just one more- Click!

It hits you like a truck. Your toes curl, and you're pretty sure he drops the clicker in his haste to keep your legs open, to watch the way you come apart. He licks a stripe up your dick as you shiver through it, shoves the vibrator deeper so you can feel it with each shudder. He sits back while you blink your eyes open again, trying to get your bearings.

Click!

He keeps it up for ages, angling the toy again each time you cum, using the clicker each time you catch your breath. You're not even sure what sounds you're making now, hips trying to twitch closer in and further away at the same time. Your pulse is pounding in your ears, and at some point it starts to drown out the clicker, taking all your concentration to refocus on your surroundings. He notices, starts clicking it faster, teasing you for your shaking hands, the tears dripping down your cheeks. At some point you fall backwards onto the bed, arms crossed over your face.

"Too much?"

You nod, then shake your head. You can take a little more. Probably. At the very least, you'd like to.

"Alright. I've got an idea."

Suddenly he's pushing your legs up, hands at the backs of your knees, folding you nearly in half. He braces his arms, leans forwards, and kisses your stomach in what could almost be an apology. Then he dips his head down and sucks your tdick into his mouth.

"Fuck! Please, please, oh my god-"

He's either spurred on by your cries or he's just plain ignoring them. It doesn't really matter to you, overwhelmed by the warmth of his tongue and the feeling of his lips around you. You're no longer sure if what you're feeling is an orgasm or just the buzzing of your overstimulated nerves, clawing at the sheets above your head. At some point the pleasure-pain overwhelms you, and you pass out.

He keeps going.

[thepuppost]

A Step-by-Step Guide to Teaching Your Dog to Sit

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Training your dog to sit is one of the most basic and essential commands that every dog owner should teach their furry friend. Not only does it establish obedience, but it also helps develop trust and respect between you and your dog. Teaching your dog to sit is a process that requires patience, consistency, and positive reinforcement. Table of Contents Introduction Getting Your Dog’s…

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How does one train a snake to be an ambassador? I have a four year old corn snake who's my best boy and Ive often used him as an "ambassador" with friends and family to get them over fears. Though I will say he gfavitates towards me when someone else is handling him.

Currently I'm gently working on getting him more comfortable with head touches, which is going well.

Here is a blurry pic of him when he was younger being bribed with a second food item so he would actually eat instead of forgetting about the food in his coils.

He's such a cutie - that's the messiest coil I think I've ever seen, goodness!

So, I'm very strict with training ambassador snakes, because they are a big part of my job and what I do for a living. It's a pretty formal process for me, but I do a lot of things that you can do with your snake, too! Any snake can be an informal ambassador, and it sounds like your boy is already doing a great job!

My training process starts when the snake is young and takes years, and it involves a lot of stuff you just won't need to do with your snake. For example, all my ambassadors learn to get into their tubs on signal (we use a yellow circle of paper), and they have to learn a specific hold I use during programs and stuff like that. But there are still things you can do with your snake at home to help him be an even more excellent ambassador to your friends and family!

Head sensitivity is a big one. I use a multi-year process because I do start my snakes as babies. When they're babies, I let them accidentally bump their heads into things while I'm holding them, being sure to always stay calm and avoid flinching when they do. Once they're older and more confident, I start intentionally, gently bumping their heads, noses, and necks into things - soft things like clothes, always, and when they're comfortable with that, we move on to intentionally touching their heads and necks with my hands. It can take a long time, and you have to be prepared to take a step back if your snake feels uncomfortable. Just go at their pace, and only ramp up the intensity when they're comfortable!

Getting used to being held by other people. Lots of snakes will gravitate towards their keeper, so my ambassadors have lots of supervised seperation time where I'll have family members or friends hold them for a while when I'm not in the room.

Basic training can really impress people and help them see snakes as smart and interesting! You don't have to go as intense as I do with my snakes, but check out Lori Torrini's YouTube channel for some great tips and information on basic snake training! Even something as simple as teaching your snake that a clicker means food can help his brain stay active and engaged.

All the best! Your boy sounds great. :)

[cubffections]

Saw ur dog trainning post!! I come baring tips! (Or well. One rather deeply explained tip plus one lmao)

A good place to start is the clicker + treat system! It’s fairly simple and works well esp if your dog is food/treat driven! It can be modified a bit depending on ur dog’s personality but generally it’s best to go in order of command -> click -> treat. An important thing w/this style of training is making sure to wait until the command has been correctly performed before giving the treat and using the click right away as the action is performed to help w/association.

Another tip is to use “Yes!” Or “Yes, good!” Rather than “good boy/girl” for affirmation of the performed command, as “good boy/girl” is used so often in general with dogs it can cause confusion sometimes in the early training stages. ALSO!!! Always have a hand gesture to go with the verbal command, that way if you can’t verbalize it your buddy will still know what to do! (Ex; I use a closed hand w/one finger pointed down for my pup’s non-verbal sit command, while I use a flat palm to pat against my chest as the non-verbal heel command, etc. The gestures can really be anything you want (though i do find i get better results w/a gesture similar to the command) so long as the gestures are all distinct from one another.)

Now idk if you want house training tips and i admittedly don’t have many of those, i will say however it’s important to get a cleaner especially made to break down animal urine enzymes all the same. If pup has accidents in/makes it a point to use the same spot every time indoors it’s most likely bc the scent is still there as normal household cleaners only break down the enzymes and scent enough for our noses not to find it, pup’s nose however can still smell their last wee there and that + the cleaner smell makes their brains tend to go “something smells off here, let’s fix that!” which results in the whole “goes potty in the exact same spot every time” routine they can get into sometimes 😭

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[ranger-rai]

A friend of mine has a Snorlax and is stumped on how to properly motivate it to train. Got any tips?

Food. Food will be key.

It's an age-old story. Sleepy pokemon that needs food is unmotivated.

What you need to do is make their eating into an achievement.

When they are hungry and have no food, they will move mountains to find some, with a group of them almost literally.

Try and get their eating on a cycle, and make meal times into games, and motivation to move.

Perhaps you give them smaller portions and have them race to destinations for their next meal portion.

They will overcome obstacles for their meal, but they will completely collapse when they are full.

To avoid this, you'll want to try using sound or clicker training.

When it's time to eat, maybe have a very specific sound play so they know it's time to get up and move.

While I dont encourage conditioning pokemon to do what you want, pokemon with very difficult patterns and behaviors, these tips can help them develop more manageable traits for every day life.

[fluffysluttynerd]

Im going to be clicker training my puppyboy soon and I was wondering if anyone has any fun success stories or tips they'd like to share. In particular im looking for fun rewards I can give him along with the clicks.

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Week 1

Socialization

Watching people and dogs politely when they pass (so so atm, a little wary of people and then warms up VERY fast, and over excited of dogs)

Exposure to different surfaces/regular outdoor objects (grass, mud, bark, weird trees, parking lots, storm drains, etc)

Car/truck watching (wary here as well)

Vet visit! Car ride, everything about being at the vet (strangers touching her, being manipulated, doing her new skills in a new location, smells, sounds, things in her mouth ears and ass, being taken back for shots & nasal spray...) etc etc etc

Household noises (garbage disposal, children/adults outdoors, dish washer, oven, microwave, electric kettle, white noise machine, every possible noise from computers, shower fan, etc). Have NOT done the vacuum yet.

Outside of the vet have met a couple people, a nice young man who lives across the hallway, and a woman + two of her kids (aged about 1 and 4) and STROLLER. Big victory all around for K'seil who thought this was all delightful once she thought about it.

Went to the park today and was exposed to LOTS of screamy children, a few strange dogs, adults chatting, playground equipment (visual only), etc etc etc.

In-home skills

Play with Hazard in the morning/afternoon can be largely uninterrupted, he's doing much better at handicapping himself. Evenings are still a struggle. She's not afraid of him at all anymore.

She does need to be supervised when she goes to interact with Penny. She's trying VERY hard to get her to play (play-bows and everything) and Penny is Not Interested.

Potty training is...coming along. We've yet to have a day without accidents. They're no longer entirely my fault (I mean, they are, but not because I'm delaying taking her out). The last couple days they've been more because she was busy and got distracted and peed. She's perfectly happy to pee/poop outside, anywhere as long as it's grass (sure), on leash, etc.

I now have a bucket inside her pen fastened so it's HARDER to tip over, and a "splash proof" bowl outside her pen. This has dramatically reduced the amount of digging behavior in water. I live in hope we'll be able to go back to the regular bowls by the time she's a teen.

She's good about going in/being put in her crate or pen--thus far I haven't put them on cue or gotten a voluntary entry, I'm mostly putting food in and releasing her to go in. Once in, she might fuss a bit (especially in the crate at night) but then passes out. Overnight she only fusses if she has to pee.

Reinforcement skills

Did not come with the ability to find food on the ground (lmao bless, I love babies), now knows how to do that and is getting better at finding treat scatters

Treat scatter will be on "find it" but that's a WIP

Knows both the clicker and "yes", and today was able to distinguish between two clickers (box vs button) and remember which one was 'hers'. Both refer to treat delivery from hand (or if you're FRAGILE and TENDER, on the ground).

Can work a snuffle mat and snoop, will introduce other treat dispensing puzzles next week

Worked out like, half of the kong with canned dog food. I'll try again with kibbles mixed in.

Tug is eh, she'll tug a bit but won't bring it back at all

Fetch is nonexistent 🤣

Can usually follow a tossed treat

Cues

Sit: Hand signal and verbal sometimes. Came preinstalled with sit as a mand behavior

Touch: Sometimes.

K'seil as a focus: MUCH better than it should be for the amount of work we've done tbh!

recall is currently pup-pup-pup-puppy!!! which she's very good at