#pet doll

[izasfaceups]

This cute little Dream Valley Bor in white skin is one of my own and was inspired by Blue Jays. I'm not entirely happy with the blushing on him, so I will likely redo it, once I feel up to the task...

Want to see more of my work or commission me? Then please check out my website at www[dot]IzasFaceUps[dot]com!

[poupeesdecirque]

Happy 10th Bday, Amanita!

It has been some time but I am still very much feeling how many photos I took of them in all the years as the posing and everything comes easily to me. Some dolls and I are just "grooved in" somehow even after breaks inbetween.

Amanita is Nachti's loyal friend as he turns human.

[nyakotaku]

Mobile Wallpaper.

還蠻喜歡這張照片的，做成手機桌布尺寸給大家囉~

[sieadaitgr]

today we welcome Phillip to the gang! he’s adopted from a local artist that is just tarting to get into printing bjds and accessories. if she decided to create a storefront, i will edit it into the post, but at the moment she hasn’t.

his name is Phillip because i love the Phyllostomidae family of bats. and he is green because, since the only eyes i had that fit were green anime ones, he might as well go full cartoon to match. i put him with a doll factory shakal, one of the aileendoll pico KIT dragons, and a monster high/fashion doll to give ya’ll an idea of scale.

[calochortus]

Spring is in the air by Nat Via Flickr: Cocoriang Indy and Niya

[hiimnothere1]

Holy shit, THIS is what you’re into? You’re honestly so fucking pathetic, it’s almost funny. I’m not handing your phone back so you can sit down like the dumb fucking dog you are. Are you getting off to me too? Holy shit you’re actually such a fucking whore. Here, hold my cock on your face and don’t fucking move an inch

We can keep this our little secret so long as you listen to me. It’d be such a shame if everyone knew how much of a dumb whore you are. Are you fucking whimpering? That was fucking pathetic. If you wanna taste my cock, stick your tongue out.

There you go, that’s fucking right you dumb bitch. Let’s take a picture to remember when you got what you wanted.

That’s a good dog

[braintamer]

Last year, they were in med school, but with near 24/7 edging and hypnosis, they've become mindless obedient fuck puppies. Soon enough, they'll forget their own names!

[izasfaceups]

Still got a ton of Faceups to post from the last year, so here we got a cute little Dream Valley Abu in normal skin, which is pretty much a normal yellow tone. The client wanted him to be turned into a fiery guardian lion, which I was happy to do!

I also added a ton of shimmer to him, so look at him sparkle!

Want to see more of my work or commission me? Then please check out my website at www[dot]IzasFaceUps[dot]com!

[shaylene-the-praline]

showering with me would be fun ✨️🧼

[misslexyhypnoyou]

I said you drool and feel weak hehe

😈😵‍💫

[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...

--------------------------------

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.

[hiimnothere1]

It’s so fun to figure out a sub like a science experiment. Pressing my fingers against the entrance of their holes and teasing them.

“Who’s a needy desperate pet hmm?”

“What is it that you want, darling”

Or perhaps they need to be treated a little rougher.

“Tell me how much you need me in you, whore”

“God you’re so fucking pathetic. I’m barely touching you and you’re acting like this”

Pressing all their little buttons on call or text.

“Yes, baby? Whats wrong?”

"Do you like that, honey?"

"My poor baby"

It's especially cute if they're a bad liar

"N-No, not at all"

"N-Nothings wrong at all"

Oh, to bully the shit out of subs more :)

[minni-bunni]

Chilling in the afternoon sun 🌸

[im-goodpup]

The idea of being owned is just so hot

My mind and body belonging to someone else, to use and abuse however they want to.

Wearing a collar to symbolize that Im not a person: Im just propriety for them, an object, a pretty decoration.

Not having to make decisions anymore, because Owner always knows better, and who am I to go against them?

Obeying instantly to every instruction, word and command because their thoughts are my thoughts, If they ask Ill do.

Always being in a state of total adoration, worshiping and treating my Owner like a God.

[izasfaceups]

Now for something a little different, a Dream Valley Bor and his body, from my personal collection. I had really disliked the last paintjob I'd done on him, and he chipped it (badly) anyway, so it was no sadness to wipe him.

I'm still being a stubborn ox about learning to airbrush, which would make things like this soooooooo much easier. So instead I dabbed the acrylic paint on with a makeup sponge. It works more or less, but it still takes a lot more work than I'd imagine it would take with an airbrush.

Anyway, here's a before and after of him:

I like how vibrant the blue is now, last time I painted him with only pastels (other than the eyeliner, which was watercolor paint), but it took a billion layers to get the blue vibrant enough despite using panpastels.

Want to see more of my work or commission me? Then please check out my website at www[dot]IzasFaceUps[dot]com!