#dog conditions

[creekfiend]

what's my biggest pet peeve well it's when someone makes a text post on tumblr dot com in which they are trying to romanticize the notion of the livestock guardian dog but they don't know the distinction between a livestock guardian dog and a herding dog and also they've never met a livestock guardian dog and do not realize what their attitudes towards the sheep that they protect actually are

[voxhypno]

DAY 1

It's just one file, you tell yourself. You've been curious about hypnosis for a long time, bumming around in a few chatrooms where "hypnotists" wait all of 30 seconds to try clumsily to make you send them pictures of your ass, and eventually you stumble across a link that leads to the video that you're staring at now.

"Obedience School (Puppyplay)", proclaims the title, along with a still image of a green spiral, mid-swirl.

You tell yourself, "Here goes nothing", and press play.

The spiral leaps to life, spinning around and around on your screen, immediately drawing your eye. As a low, warm, soft voice begins to play through your headphones, telling you that it's okay, you can relax, your eyes start to flutter. Your body begins to feel floaty and light as your mind... just...

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You wake up on the floor, the computer screen frozen on a spiral no longer spinning. Your clothes are half-removed, as if someone or something with no knowledge of how they work tried to pull them gracelessly off of your body.

Your face is flushed, your hair disheveled, and your cheeks and chest covered in... drool?

Blushing furiously, you wipe yourself clean and try to remember what happened. Bits and pieces flicker through your mind... your tongue sticking out... the feeling of carpet against your palms and knees... and a warm, all-encompassing happiness, radiating through your brain, the ripples of pleasure and relaxation still echoing within your muddled mind.

Grinning, you save the link to the video. You know you'll be back.

Day 7

The entire day, you've found it hard to focus. You've been thinking about the video more and more often the longer you've gone without watching it.

That spiral, that voice, they just seem to beckon you. Those fleeting memories, feelings... You've been able to piece them together more now. You were a puppy, a brainless, happy animal. You crawled around, did tricks, panted and barked. Ordinarily you'd find it embarrassing.

You don't, though.

It was a nice break, being a puppy. Not having to think about your job, your worries, your cares. You just got the chance to bliss out and enjoy the feeling of being cared for, being told what to do, not having to stress for once.

You walk into your room, resolute. You're going to watch the video again. You need to know whether it was a fluke or not.

As you walk to your desk, without even really considering it, you pull your clothes off, sitting down naked. For a moment, you wonder why, but you remember the way that your clothes were disheveled last time. Of course. It makes sense for a puppy to be naked. Puppies aren't used to clothes. You're a good puppy.

...you stop, momentarily confused. Where did that come from?

Shaking your head, you click play on the video, and the spiral starts up again. This time the voice doesn't even say 5 words before you're drifting away.

You're so immediately out of it that you don't notice you were softly panting before the video even started.

DAY 30

You're barely even inside the door before you start ripping your clothes off, your hands paws clumsily pulling you free. A few weeks ago, you would have at least worried that the neighbors would see you. Now, that thought doesn't even enter your mind.

You drop to your knees all fours where a good puppy belongs and crawl to your living room, where you've set the spiral up on your TV. You're already panting and wiggling with excitement.

In your hazy head, you still can't believe that you managed to work up the courage to message the creator of the video Master. He was so understanding and nice! He called you a good puppy for being able to type out that whole message with your hands paws, and he even started making some special videos for you! You can't help but wag your butt tail at the thought of having such a nice new friend Master.

The spiral starts up, and you're already gone. Plopping down in a perfect sit position like you've been trained to do, tongue out, happily staring and letting your mind be coaxed and teased away by Master.

You know what you are now. You've heard it over and over again. You're a puppy. A dumb dim doggy pet. You love to crawl. You love to bark. You love to play and do tricks and get belly rubs and treats.

When you finally squeaked out a blushing request to see the man behind the voice, Master very kindly obliged. And it was then that you learned something very special about being a puppy.

You go into heat very easily.

It wasn't long before you were whimpering and begging on a video call, Master chuckling as you bounced up and down on a dildo, a rubber bone between your teeth to match the one you were riding.

Wasn't long before you were panting over pictures and videos of his cock, sliding in and out of a pocket pussy held in his strong hand, while his deep calming voice whispered into your mind that it should be you there taking his dick into every one of your happy puppy holes.

Lost in adoration and arousal, you barely even realize that the spiral has ended. You have commands you don't remember receiving. You no longer want to resist them. You don't remember ever wanting to resist them.

You crawl to your cell phone, laying on the floor. You open it and type in a number you don't recognize with your paws. You mindlessly bark into the receiver. And you hear the voice you love so much.

"Good dog! Sit tight, girl. I'm gonna come get you, okay?"

You don't even hear the last part. As soon as the words "good dog" hit your ears, you were already cumming your mind away.

DAY ???

You sleepily rise from your bed in the den, stretching out and yawning, flexing your paws. You shake your head, trying to clear it, the tag on your collar jingling. You're so thoroughly conditioned that even that little sound sends a wave of emptiness and pleasure through your head, and you press your pussy against the rough fabric of your bed, humping brainlessly.

Your sleepy mind registers the sound of the front door opening, and you bolt out of bed, leaving behind a dripping wet spot that you'll come back to idly sniff and lick at later. Master is home!

Barking, you scamper into the living room on all fours, the tail plug in your ass swishing from side to side as you rush to Master's side, pressing your cheek against his leg and panting happily.

He smiles, scritches you in your favorite spot behind your ears, and says some words that you no longer understand. Somewhere in the sounds falling from his lips are the words "good girl", though, so you cum unthinkingly, automatically, with a whimper. Like a good, well-trained puppy.

As the glow fades, you can't help but press your chest to the floor, hiking your rump in the air, staring at him pleadingly and swaying your tail back and forth. You need a treat so bad... You were a good dog and waited all day... And Master seems to understand.

He chuckles, and as per your daily welcome-home ritual, he unzips his pants to reveal your favorite treat. That dick that broke you. The cock that helped you realize your place, owned and collared. No past, no future, no stress, no worry. You almost cum again at the sight of it as you sit pretty, just as you were taught.

Teasingly, Master waves that perfect cock in front of your face, the scent of it doing nothing to stem the flow of your drool onto the floor. He's making the sound that means "wait", and so you do. You're a good dog.

He snaps his fingers, and your mind disappears.

And as you eagerly pounce, slobbering and licking over Master's cock and looking up at him with empty, adoring eyes, you know for certain that you've never been happier.

[nocturnowlette]

do you have any hypnosis audio files youd recommend?

Honestly, the answer is a "maybe".

In my opinion, in my 8 years of listening to files, not even 1% qualify as something I'd consider well made. The vast majority are nsfw, and the vast majority of those just throw any actual hypnosis away for a sake of roleplay. That being said, here are some files that, in my estimation, are at a minimum decent.

And always, read the description of every file before listening, even after reading my descriptions.

There's puppy ones at the bottom, by the way.

First, not an audio file, but an itch.io game.

brainwasher_program by sleepingirl (18+)

This is the most competently made thing I will be showing. Sleepingirl is someone I would consider a good hypnotist skillwise.

There is also test hypnosis game1 and ithinktherefore, also itch.io text hypnosis games/sessions.

Next, to my knowledge, the best file I've personally stumbled on (though it still didn't quite wow me),

Failing to Resist by Jack Drago (18+)

This file is a trance trainer, as in a file meant to use the ideas of resistance and turn that idea against you. It does a passable job, and you might find it quite powerful and helpful if you have some stubborn tendencies as a subject.

Next is another passable trance trainer,

Mind Melt by LilithUnleashed (18+)

This file uses arousal to bring about a specific philosophy of trance, one you might find more conducive to effectiveness: enjoying trance for the sake of trance itself, not just using it as a means to an end. There is no wakener at the end.

Next, a twin pair of files,

The Call of the Void and Hypnotic Acceptance by LilithUnleashed

The Call of the Void is a sort of run of the mill hypnosis file meant to be looped, and designed to condition you to trance and specifically to Lilith to some extent. Hypnotic Acceptance is a conditioning file meant to be played out of trance and doesn't bring you in to it. It's a nice idea that can have some small potential benefits, it's also relaxing.

Lilith, in general, is a competent hypnotist, if not a bit... much... at times. That's more of a taste thing, though. She does a good job, and these files are good.

There is also this conditioning loop file by her which is also nice, as well as this one.

Next is one for the pups,

Collared Obedience by LilithUnleashed (18+)

This one is, at a minimum, a very enjoyable time. It creates a mental collar and links it with actual collars if you wish and have the means. It forms one made out of various concepts relating to obedience. The suggestions didn't stick for me, but I'm a tad stubborn.

Obedience 101 - Welcome to Class! by FlowLikeTea

If you haven't noticed, I like trance training files. It's primarily because they're some of the only ones that aren't trying to just do erotic roleplay with the facile idea of hypnosis and hypnotic aesthetics. It reminds me of the ASMR sphere in that way.

Anyways, this file is just nice. Not much else to mention.

Slow and Gentle Hypnotic Induction by GoddessSoft (NotSoftForWork)

Thank you, Ms. Soft, for making an actually competent SFW hypnosis file. Soft is quite the competent hypnotist, and we'll be showing a few of her files coming up, but this one remains my favorite. It's simply a very well done relaxation file by someone who knows her stuff and has a good understanding of most aspects of audio trances.

Good Puppy Clicker Training by GoddessSoft (18+)

This is a beginner-centric clicker training file by Ms. Soft. It's thorough, long, and pleasurable. If you haven't noticed, I have not recommended files intended to make you finish in any way. I don't like them. They do not work for me. You'll have to ask someone else. That being said, GoddessSoft's page on the link has many different puppy files to listen to. Most deal with that.

Puppydog Fractionation by GoddessSoft (18+)

Another not-specifically-nsfw-focused puppy file from Ms. Soft. If I recall right, the sound balancing might be a little iffy on this one, though. Fair warning.

That's all I remember for now, but I might have more recommendations in the future. I hope you enjoy, and be sure to tell me how you respond to some of them. Enjoy!

[0800-p1llowhump3r]

istg I'm losing my mind over the idea of being fucked on someone's cock as they forced me to watch whatever porn they want. I literally have no choice but to get off to it, regardless of how depraved or disgusting it is, and the thought of being used as they fuck up into me and grip my head so I have no choice but to watch whatever they want me to?? like please please please 🥺

[cyberpunkboytoy]

I see a lot of people in the Mouthwashing tag frequently listing 'keeping Curly alive' in the list of crimes Jimmy has done, implying or sometimes outright saying that not mercy-killing Curly was a cruel and unusual act...and would like to caution against that.

There's a long history of abled people deciding someone's quality of life is too horrible to merit letting them live (usually to nonverbal or otherwise 'low functioning' people lacking a clear means to communicate) and condoning the murder of disabled people under the guise of kindness. Curly is an extreme example, and one could argue he might prefer to be 'put out of his misery,' but it's important to note that we don't know, no one asks, and there's no attempt to communicate either which way.

How extreme pain and 'low quality of life' are handled are very nuanced and complicated topics, but you can never decide for someone else what kind of life isn't 'worth living.' Curly is obviously a videogame character, but these attitudes can and do affect the lives of real people & are worth being aware of.

[violent-ultraviolet]

Okay guard dog whumpees or attack dog whumpees who are human but the little things about the way they interact with their environment gives them away.

They sit unnaturally on chairs, limbs tangled

They stalk rather than simply follow or walk

They tend to have little ticks like snapping at the air quietly when they're frustrated. Whumper knows it's harmless.

Whumpees who have that distinct human "etiquette" trained out of them :)

[liquidstar]

im afraid i may have i classically conditioned myself. i have a space heater in my room, the kind that makes fan noise when i turn it on. i think ive come to associate that sound with being warm, because i recently got a mini fridge that also makes fan noise, and now i keep feeling hot even though its the same temperature its always been (which is usually cold for me). my fridge makes me warm. thats all backwards. damn you pavlov.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

i can't. i can't hold it in. i need nikprice and price having a voice kink. *goes insane*

This one grabbed me by the throat immediately, Anon. Wow.

Price gets horny on leave, but he's exclusive now.

cw: voice kink, masturbation.

Price stared at the flashing cursor in the search bar and knew he would find nothing online that would sate him. That's what happened when you went exclusive with someone that could make you multi-orgasmic at the age of thirty-seven. Nothing else even compared.

Exclusive meant no Grindr either. Not that the vapid twinks that used to message him regularly, all with the exact same body composition, fashionable haircuts and smouldering looks, ever appealed. Price growled in frustration, slumping back against his pillows as he slammed the laptop's lid closed and threw it onto the bedside table.

His cock strained against his pyjamas, creating a damp spot in the soft cotton, and he reached beneath his waistband to release it. A quick wank wouldn't scratch the itch, he needed something, some stimulus, some connection. He gripped the base and waggled it around, slapping it back against his belly as he puffed his cheeks out, weighing his options.

If he wasn't on leave with nothing but the gym in which expend his energy, this wouldn't be a problem. His libido only seemed to rouse its head when he had time to spare, or when one particular man was nearby.

One thing for it.

He grabbed his phone and pulled up the number at the very top of his messages.

JP (20:38): you free to talk?

Nik (20:39): ...

Nik (20:40): yes

Only once Price was dialling up did he realise he had no idea what to do when Nik actually answered. He didn't have long to think up a plan, because the international dial tone ended and a familiar voice vibrated through the headset.

"Prevyetik, John," came Nik's greeting. He sounded sleepy, his deep voice even lower than usual. Price's cock twitched against his belly, interested.

"Evening, or... where are you? Were you sleepin'?"

"I am in Thailand," Nik said, and Price heard him groan softly as he moved, perhaps sitting up in bed.

Price ran the numbers and winced. "Bloody 'ell, it's half three, Nik. I'm... look, uh, go back to sleep, I... uh..."

"It is fine, I was struggling to sleep anyway. How is leave?"

"Boring," Price said, a smile tugging his lips up. He settled down in the pillows and fiddled with a loose strand in his bedsheets. "Nought to do but throw around weights and watch daytime telly. 'Spose ya can't tell me what yer up t' in Thailand."

"Nyet, John," Nik said fondly, and it made warmth spread through Price's chest, like Nik's hand was there. Price placed his palm over his heart and trailed it down, following the path of that fuzzy feeling right to his belly. Nik was listening to him intently in the silence, but finally prompted for more. "Is there something wrong?"

Price grit his teeth and breathed out a sigh through his nose. It was nice to hear him. His voice. It was like they were in bed together if John closed his eyes. "Nik, I am... harder than granite right now and, uh... I..."

"Ahh, this is a, what to say, a booty call."

"Oh, fu--yeah, 'spose it is."

Nik chuckled and it made Price squirm, his lower lip rolling between his teeth. When Nik spoke again, his voice was somehow even lower, smoother than the expensive whiskey they had drunk together the last time Nik had been in Hereford. "Perhaps we need to purchase you some toys to keep you occupied when I am not there."

"Toys? You mean like," Price cleared his throat and lowered his voice as if his neighbours might be listening to his dirty talk through the paper thin walls of his flat, "a dildo."

"Da. But there are other things... Are you blushing, John?" Nik was teasing him now.

"No..." John said, who was very much blushing and very, very fuckin' hard. He encircled the base of his cock again and gave it a cursory tug. "Can ya imagine their faces if I rocked up on base with an Ann Summer's bag? Behave."

"Ann Summers is a little... tame for what I was thinking."

"Oh yeah? Ya gonna fix me some bullets and a vibrator on our next op, Nikolai?"

"Hmm, perhaps one that is the shape of my cock for you. And then when you ring me next, I can talk to you as you use it, and it will be almost like I am there."

John gripped his prick a little firmer, stroking slowly from base to tip, his hips rocking up into his hand. Nik was practically growling down the line; the sound spread from Price's mind to the rest of his body like physical touch, curling around his spine as if Nik's palm was there to caress him, to press him down into the sheets. "Huh..."

"Are you touching yourself, solnyshko?"

"Yeah, Nik. Keep talkin'..." Price rasped, his eyes flickering closed as he sank lower into his pillows.

"What would you like to talk about?"

"I dunno, Nik, read the bloody hotel menu for all I care, just... I... I need to hear you. Your... mm, your voice."

Nik took a deep breath, a rumbling sigh. "Ya postoyanno dimayu o tebye," Nik purred, silky and smooth. Price bit harder into his lip, pushing his heels into the bed to lift his hips in small, tight thrusts. "Ty mne snish'sya kazshduyu noch."

"Oh, fu--" Price's toes curled as he swiped his thumb through his slit, collecting the welling precum as his entire body flushed with heat. His palm made slick, sloppy noises as it worked up and down his shaft, and he tried to imagine it was Nik's big paw as he whispered filth and love in his ear.

Price's Russian was getting better, but his mind couldn't parse the words, just the sound of Nik's deep bass, how his body was conditioned by it, associating it with pleasure and comfort so intensely that Nik could pull his strings from the other side of the planet.

"Ya polyubíla tebya.. s pyervogo vzglyada..."

Price propped the phone between his shoulder and ear and licked his fingers, dropping them to his chest to pinch one of his nipples. If Nik were here, that's where his mouth would be, his hands gliding down the length of Price's body, so broad that even Price's six foot two, well built frame sat comfortably in his grasp. Price would arch into his mouth, Nik's palms against his lower back as he kissed down, down..

"Nik..." Price panted, fisting himself roughly, his knees lifting, tilting out. He pushed his head back, sweat beading at his hairline.

"Oh, John, I think... you must look so beautiful now," Nik said, breathless. "When I see you next, I will... show you all this, I will... make up for all the times I have left you wanting. Ty mne nuzshen."

"Mm-mm, ah." Price's stomach clenched, his thighs shaking, as he tried to stroke himself through his climax, his fist slick with the pulses of cum he milked from his twitching prick. It was intense. More intense than the disinterested wanks that had done nothing to quench his thirst earlier in the week. Nik. It was Nik.

"There's my boy," Nik slurred, his deep, sultry rumble thick with pleasure at the sound of Price's climax, no more than squeaks and pants down the phone, but no doubt as clear in Nik's mind as if he were laying in the bed next to him.

Price stared at the ceiling, holding his softening cock, his mouth hanging open. "Nik?"

"Da..."

"Were you--? Did you--?"

"Da, John. You drive me crazy. I am... was pent up."

"You too, huh?" Price laughed, more gasping huffs in the back of his throat. "Two horny old men half way across the world from each other, wanking like teenagers."

"I will... be home soon, milyy."

"Hm. Home," Price said, rolling onto his side to find the tissues underneath his bed. Treated himself to some triple-ply from Morrie's. It was the little things that made leave tolerable, like high quality tissues to wank into rather than M.o.D. tracing paper. But he stopped as the gravity of what Nik had said sank in, and slumped back into the pillows. "Nik..."

"With you. With you, I am home."

Price smiled at the ceiling. "Go to sleep, stay safe tomorrow," he swallowed, his voice wavering as he gathered those words that still felt so unwieldy in his mouth, even though he felt them with every chamber of his heart, "I... love you."

"Ya tebya lyublyu. See you soon." The line went dead and Price chucked his phone onto the bed.

International call, that was a bloody expensive wank. Price smirked, sitting up on his elbows to begin the clean up. Worth it though.

[canisalbus]

https://www.tumblr.com/bluesodatab/735439636556627968

Machete and Vasco love child?

(Source)

[mitzyart]

human conditions dlc made me giggle and kick my legs :3

[whump-thoughts]

I am once again thinking about living weapon/guard dog whumpee's....

A living weapon whumpee who is just so extremely conditioned that they will not even sleep or eat if not given permission to do so by their master

A guard dog whumpee that is meant to be at their masters side at all times and also be alert to anyone that could be a threat to them but due to having spent so much time just trapped in a tiny and sound-proofed room being tortured for god knows how long, big crowds or even just like, multiple stimuli will cause them to have sensory overload

Living weapon whumpee that is legitimately terrifying, like they have and will kill at the command of their master and will obey the whims of them without any objections as well.

Multiple living weapon whumpee's! They are all deeply conditioned but also feel a very strong kinship towards each other, even if they cannot show it due to the conditioning

And how about their caretaker's?

A caretaker that is smaller and weaker than whumpee, being unable to carry or restraint them when necessary, yet still is determined to help them

A caretaker that is younger than whumpee and is both scared of and hesitant to help them!, whumpee being completely subservient to them does not calm their fear in the slightest

A caretaker that has given up on deconditioning whumpee, simple trying keeping them in a soothed passive state, where they don't harm others or themselves, but are not healed just using their own conditioning in a different way.

Idk man, sorry if something is written weirdly, it's 3 am and English is not my first language, hope ya thought these ideas were interesting at least.

[the-knife-consumer]

Hmmm bleehhh... featuring my terrible smudging eraser.

[nocturnowlette]

i'm great at communication

my owner clicks and i go WROFF

[0800-p1llowhump3r]

need to kiss your cock through your underwear until there's a noticeable wet patch from my drool. let me rub my face against your bulge as I inhale your scent. hold my lips open and push your covered crotch back into my hot, wet mouth... please.

[trillgutterbug]

hey just in case anyone doesn't know this literally life-saving trick which i have used in many emergencies but most recently last night when i got home after work to discover my dogs had eaten an entire tin of dark baker's cocoa powder: you can make dogs vomit by giving them one teaspoon of 3% hydrogen peroxide per 10lbs of body weight (approx), mixed equal parts with water. put that shit in a turkey baster or big syringe, shoot it down their throat, and in 5-10 business minutes you'll be the proud mayor of puke city.

you can repeat this dose once (arguably twice in a real emergency if they really aren't vomiting, which i did have to do last night) but more than that can cause chemical burns and stomach bleeding so watch out!

[ahli-stuff]

so im a sucker for tropes that humanize larger than life characters . Sue me!!

I know that the final showdown is about 99% almost completely canonically going to be between Atsushi and Akutagawa vs Fyodor but imagine . If u will:

Dazai and Fyodor having a Fucking Fist Fight

In this scenario:

Amenogozen is dead or occupied

Dazai is more injured and exhausted than Fyodor is.

Its destruction all around, smoke in the air, craters of stone in the ground—two men standing amongst a ruined battlefield. Dazai and Fyodor, face to face amongst the blood, sweat, and ruin that Fyodor had said he would always be above in mersault.

There’s a gun in between them, nestled in the dirt. There are no more pawns on the table, only two kings staring each other down on a wasteland checkboard. Dazai’s leg is broken. Fyodor is breathing hard.

Dazai lunges for the gun at the same time Fyodor does—in a mad scramble, he kicks out Dazai’s bad leg—Dazai screams in agony as Fyodor pins him down. The gun is kicked several feet out of reach.

But Fyodor is physically weak. The only reason why Dazai hasn’t already knocked him out cold is because of his broken leg.

Dazai elbows Fyodor in the chest so hard he breaks a rib. Fyodor chokes, his chest knocked free of air and ringing with pain as he tries to see Dazai through his rapidly blurring eyes.

He was flipped over in the scuffle, but Fyodor reaches down and grabs Dazai’s leg and digs his fingers to where he thinks the bones separate and presses. Dazai is so blinded by pain, he briefly lets go as Fyodor punches him in the face.

Dazai’s nose is bleeding, but Fyodor doesn’t have time to appreciate it as he pushes Dazai off—flips them over again—he is straddling Dazai with his weight on the former’s broken leg. His hands seize Dazai’s neck and grips with all his might.

Dazai’s hands claw at his face animalistically, scrabbling for purchase on Fyodor’s hair, eyes, anything. His eyes meet Fyodor’s—both of their swirling pairs of darkness are finally awake, alive, burning—and oh, this is what Dazai had meant, hadn’t he? In the silence of Dazai’s strangled wheezes and his nails dragging up dust, Fyodor realizes: this is what it means to be alive.

Dazai spits into Fyodor’s face. He lets go reflexively, yelping with disgust as blood-spit blinds him, while Dazai is gasping as he crawls for the gun; he’s halfway there before Fyodor blindly grabs one of Dazai’s legs. But it’s not the broken one—Dazai pivots his ankle and stomps with all of his might as Fyodor screams because several of his fingers as broken.

Dazai’s hand finds the gun.