#pls excuse the low quality but i just think people need to see his cute little hairband

[kimuramasaya]

Hyeseong vlive (191223)

[mj-iza-writer]

Hi there.

If possible could you please write something with a female whumper and female whumpee? I can fine tones of whumps with both roles being male or one being male and one female (both roles exchangeable) but I can't find anything with both roles being female. Any scenario will do but preferably pet whumpee/kiddnaped whumpee. But if that's not your thing then that's completely fine!

I guess needless to say, but this is female Whumper and female Whumpee. Here is your warning if you don't like that.

"I-I'm sorry Miss. Pl-please have mercy on me", Whumpee pleaded.

Whumper's heals clicked on the wood floor of her living room.

"How sorry are you? Hmm?", Whumper hissed, "you're a sorry excuse for a girl. No better than some mongrel mutt. That's about how sorry you are."

Whumpee cowarded lowly, "yes ma'am. I'm only a mutt. Please I'm sorry."

Whumpee listened to Whumper's heals as they walked away.

Whumper caught an eyeball looking up at her as she turned to walk back to them.

"Not well trained at all. To think you are looking up at me. I would think the facility would have done a better job at training you", Whumper reached for Whumpee's hand and slammed it to the floor. She then slammed her heel into the back of Whumpee's hands.

"Huhuhu", Whumpee gasped. In too much pain to actually scream.

Whumper continued to stab and rub their heal into Whumpee's hand.

"Please, please have mercy", Whumpee cried. "I-I'm not trained. They pulled me too early, I'm truly not supposed to be here."

"What do you mean?", Whumper reached down and pulled Whumpee up by their hair, "I requested a well trained female slave puppy. Are you not them?"

Whumpee whimpered as they shook her head no.

"No miss, please believe me", Whumpee pleaded, "please, my hand."

Whumper lifted her heel and let Whumpee pull their hand away.

Whumpee winced as they held their hand to their chest.

"So the facility I ordered from screwed with me. I paid a lot of money to receive the correct slave", Whumper continued to study Whumpee. They pulled Whumpee's hair harshly, "though you are cute. You're still a mongrel though."

"Ye-yes ma'am. I am not worthy to be here. I-I tried to tell them I-I wasn't ready to be delivered. That they had the wrong person. The wrong slave", Whumpee kept her eyes low, "I-I'm willing to learn. If your Highness would train me. I'm happy to learn and be trained to fulfill your wishes."

"I'm not interested in training. Tell me why I should bother with you. I should just chain you up to a tree and leave you. Just like people do with useless things. I'll tell them where to find you, and that they need to send me the right person", Whumper frowned as they stormed over to their couch and plopped down, "sounds like a waste of my time. I don't think a mutt like you is worth it."

Whumpee continued to stay in their bowed down position. Their hand throbbed, but they didn't dare move.

"Just how far did you get in your training anyway? You're pretty for a useless mutt, but what can you do to earn your keep", Whumper watched Whumpee shake.

"I've been trained to do housework. I can also do the basic commands", Whumpee whispered to not irritate Whumpee.

"Can you cook?", Whumper sighed.

"I-I can make a few things, and I do them quite well from what the trainers said", Whumpee explained, "I was on my way to another cooking class when I was pulled into a room and prepped to be sent here. I'm sorry I disappointed you", Whumpee frowned, "I truly tried to stop them."

"Go to the kitchen and see if you can cook me something. I'll see if I can get this mess straightened out", Whumper frowned, "make yourself useful slave."

"Hello customer support, How can I help?", an operator answered.

"Hello, I'm Whumper. I received my package for my slave. Except they are untrained and absolutely not who I requested. I asked for a pretty slave pet. A well trained one, I might add. I paid good money for this, and I am quite upset at the quality."

"Oh, I apologize for that. I think I know what happened. Unfortunately, we did not have any of the slaves that you requested. The shippers panicked about your order and sent you whoever they sent. I apologize, I can send you a refund if you like. We don't have anyone to send you though. Not with your request. We can take the one you received, and train them for you, but it will be several months until they are suitable for your request. It would be an upcharge as well."

"You're kidding", Whumper stated angrily, "why was I offered this when you didn't have the one I wanted. You took my money. I want the full refund", Whumper sniffed the air, "I'm keeping this one though. I guess the mutt is suitable to me, you'll pay me back for my troubles then."

"No, you either get the refund or you get the slave",the operator corrected.

"Listen, I am not the one", Whumper frowned, "this needs to be straightened out. Give me your managers number. I will speak with them about your company's mistakes."

"I can't do that."

"Then what are you able to do? Customer service, and you've been zero help", Whumper sarcastically laughed, "give me the number now."

Whumpee quickly pranced out carrying a bowl.

Whumper had finished writing a note and had hung up.

"Please be careful Miss, it's quite warm", Whumpee whispered, still not wanting to irritate her.

"It smells good", Whumper looked over the dish, "you failed to tell me that they didn't have any slaves trained. I don't take kindly to liars girl."

"I-I didn't know. I was forbidden to know anything about that", Whumpee knelt down, "I will go sit next to the box I came in. I'll even pack myself back up if you want. I hope you enjoy your food."

Whumper looked at the dish again, "what is this anyways?"

Whumpee quickly explained the meal to Whumper and couldn't help but watch her take the first bite.

"You dare watch me eat?", Whumper eyes them.

"I'm sorry. I hoped you would like it. Maybe I could earn your favor and be able to stay with you miss", Whumpee looked down, "plus, you are beautiful miss. It's an honor to be in your presence."

"Hmm, you know how to flatter someone, huh", Whumper took another bite, "this does taste good. One of your specialties I suppose."

Whumpee quickly nods, "I want to learn. I'd do anything to stay here with you. To be your slave and pet."

"Why would you want to stay with me? I can see my heal mark on your hand. Do you not fear me?", Whumper frowned, "a good slave fears their master or mistress."

Whumpee lifted their hand and felt the throbbing, "yes, I do fear you. I hope maybe at some point, though, I might earn the ability to be loved by you also. I've heard it is possible. Maybe if I can earn your favor. It might be better than being at the organization. I was hoping I might find a merciful master or mistress."

"Do you think you will be that good? I am quite picky", Whumper corrected.

"May I set that goal to please you? I may be able to learn so much from you. You can help me learn to be the most perfect slave for you", Whumpee leaned down and kissed Whumper's heels.

Whumper couldn't hide a grin. "I suppose it would be best to train you. That way, you can be exactly how I want you. I can make a purebred out of mongrel. Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes Ma'am. What would you have me call you?", Whumpee looked up excitedly, "it's an honor to be considered worthy of your time."

"Master", Whumper answered, "and what is your name?"

"Whumpee, Master", Whumpee answered, "thankyou for your approval."

The next morning, Whumper walked down to a cleaned house.

"What happened here?", Whumper looked around. Even going as far as checking for dust, "there is no way she did this all this morning."

Whumper finally found Whumpee. Asleep in the fetal position, cuddling a toilet cleaner. Their face wedged between the toilet and a shelf.

"Whumpee", Whumper called as they kicked her feet.

"Hmm, huh", Whumpee carefully sat up and yawned, "I apologize Miss."

"Sleeping on the job?", Whumper frowned.

"I apologize Master", Whumpee looked down over themself, "I tried to stay awake. I think I'm tired from traveling still."

"Tried to stay awake? Why didn't you go to bed?", Whumper paused.

"Yo-you didn't tell me too, or where to sleep. I thought I would get some cleaning done for your home. I apologize that I fell asleep", Whumpee looked down at the toilet cleaner, "I'll be better, I promise. Please don't send me away."

"I'm not going to send you away. What all did you clean?", Whumper frowned, "I didn't know you had to be told to sleep."

"Yes miss, the Master is never to be questioned", Whumpee looked around, "I started in the kitchen, then dusted. I was going to vacuum and clean upstairs after you woke up, so I didn't disturb you. I was working in here. I guess I knelt down to clean behind the toilet and fell asleep."

Whumper nodded, "everything looks so good. Good job."

Whumpee beamed, "you mean it? I pleased you?"

"You did", Whumper paused when they heard Whumpee's stomach, "let me guess you didn't eat either. Because I didn't tell you too "

Whumpee looked down at their stomach and nodded.

"Wonderful", Whumper turned, "I'm ordering breakfast for us. Then you can get some sleep."

Whumpee watched them with widened eyes, "y-you're ordering me food?"

"Yes, is that a problem?"

"N-no, I just wasn't sure I understood", Whumpee rubbed their arm awkwardly, "thankyou."

"Do you want food?", Whumper smirked.

"Y-yes please", Whumpee nodded quickly, "food sounds good."

Whumper threw some pillows onto the floor beside the couch.

"Sleep here for now", Whumper ordered as they handed Whumpee a blanket, "I didn't plan on buying my slave a bed, but I suppose you do require a place to sleep. I'll have to put it in my room though... on the floor."

"Master I will happily sleep wherever you ask me to", Whumpee looked down at the pillows, "may I?"

"Go ahead", Whumper lifted their feet, "I will use you as a foot rest. How does that sound?"

"As my Master wishes", Whumpee nodded, "I wish to please you."

It wasn't long before Whumper could feel Whumpee going deeper and deeper into sleep. Whumpee's chest rose and fell gently under her feet.

Whumper had already received a message that they would be reimbursed and would be able to keep Whumpee if they were satisfied.

They glanced over the side of the couch at the sleeping slave.

"I suppose you're mine now. How unfortunate for you", Whumper chuckled, "I suppose you won't be as worthless as I originally thought."

Whumpee hummed peacefully in her sleep. They made a small smile as they sunk into the pillows. Careful not to disturb her Master's feet.

"At least you are adorable... they got one part of my order right", Whumper sighed to themself, "you will be a good slave for me. I'll train you properly."

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[meat-husband]

You know you gotta elaborate on that dick pic hc right like pls don’t tease me like that 🅱️ls

Well, since you said 🅱️ls...

Nothing too graphic, so no cut, but there’s still dicks going on lol

You felt like a piece of shit.

Your best friend, a kind, amazing girl you had known since you were a child, had done a lot for you over the years. She was only concerned, you knew, and you couldn’t blame her, but she had gone through a lot of trouble for you and you couldn’t even appreciate her efforts fully.

Standing awkwardly in the corner of the crowded room, you fiddled with the hem of the skirt you wore, tugging it down self consciously. It wasn’t all that short, really, but it felt like it. A Halloween party was the last place you wanted to be right now, let alone in a cheap, plasticy outfit hilariously labeled ‘sexy psycho’. It was a poor excuse for a costume, an uncomfortably tight skirt and half sized button up in bright orange, complete with fake bloodstains and a little rubber knife. You had dropped the knife almost immediately upon entering the party, but now you held your phone in one hand and a watered down drink in the other, texting rapidly with half an eye on the screen.

You didn’t want to be here, but you did want to be a good friend, for all that was worth, and she had insisted on your attendance, paying for your ticket herself, getting you into an exclusive party and not taking no for an answer. This whole event was agreed to under the pretense of ‘spending time together’, but it quickly became apparent that your friend was more concerned with who else you were spending your time with.

“Hey, he’s cute,” she yelled over the music, poking you in the ribs to draw your attention away from your phone. “Go talk to him, he’s looking at you.”

“Who?” You ask, still firing off a message as quickly as you can while typing with only your thumb.

“The guy in the big, feathery hat thing. Look, right there.”

“Uh-huh, gimme a second.”

“Who are you texting?” She sounded a little pissed, which wasn’t unreasonable considering the price she had paid to get your unsocial ass in here. She leans over your shoulder, trying to get a look at your screen, so you quickly turn it off, tucking it down the front of your ridiculously orange top.

“No one,” you say with a strained smile. “Now what hat did you want me to see?”

She frowns at you, eyeing the place where you hid your phone suspiciously. “You’re acting weird. You said you aren’t dating anyone, I thought you’d appreciate a night out. I mean, it’s been a while.” She gives you another rough nudge and a wink and you laugh nervously in response.

There wasn’t a good way to tell someone who cared about you that you had pretty much moved a serial killer into your apartment and weren’t really on the market anymore. That kind of thing tends to create worry and questions, neither of which you need anymore of.

Your phone buzzes loudly from beneath your shirt and she watches you for a moment, daring you with a glare to respond. You fidget in place, wanting to reach for it but you can’t have her seeing what’s on the screen either. You already know what the message contains, and that would probably be just as hard to explain as anything else she’s wondering about you right now.

“Alright, I’m going to get another drink and check in to see if that shitty emo band is through yet, then you’re going to enjoy this damn party if I have to make you. Get all that texting shit out of your system while I’m gone.”

You wait until you see her disappear into the crowd before finally digging your phone out of your bra, unlocking the screen to open your messages.

Yep, just like you thought.

Fuck off or that shits going on the internet, you type, message popping up under a horribly composed dick pic. Obviously he was taking these one handed, but that was no excuse for poor quality. Two more blurry pictures pop up before you can type anything else and you roll your eyes. You regretted making the joke that had started this trend of his, knowing you brought it on yourself by introducing him to it.

It’s Halloween shouldn’t you be off murdering ppl or something

You tuck your phone away again after that, taking a few sips from your drink and trying to stop a grin from spreading over your face when it buzzed rapidly with multiple new messages. It was really hilarious how easy it was to get under his skin sometimes. There were quite a few awful costumes imitating the dreaded ‘Shape’ walking around the party, and you had been quick to snap a photo of the worst one you could find.

Found a new boyfriend lol, was all you had said, along with the snap of the person wearing the misshapen mask. It was amazingly low quality, all cheap rubber and crazy, unstyled hair that was entirely the wrong color, but apparently it was still enough to set him off.

You see no sign of your friend returning yet, so you sneak another look at your phone when you realize it’s been a few minutes since the last one. Half a dozen more pictures, each looking more and more frantic and desperate, greet you once you click on your messages, but it’s the most recent one that catches your eye.

“Oh great,” you mutter under your breath, finger hovering over the screen. “He’s figured out how to take videos.”

Glancing around you can see that you’re nice and alone in your corner, but you bite your lip nervously. You can’t say you don’t want to see the video, because you can feel your stomach clenching at the thought of it, but it’s one thing to sneak peeks at pictures and another to play a video. You wait a bit, but decide that you can’t just not watch it. Another look around confirms you’re as alone as you can be with this many people in a room, so you hurry to slide down the volume, just in case, and press play.

You were right when you guessed the previous pictures looked desperate, watching him buck hurriedly into the tight grip of his hand, cock swollen and pink. His movements quickly turn jerky and rough, and you desperately want to inch up the volume to see if you can hear any groans or hisses as cum spills over his fingers. The video is only a few seconds long, just enough to make you frustrated when it ends, and you huff to yourself. This was supposed to be annoying for him, not you.

“Woah, who’s dick is that?” You turn with a scream, drowned out by the music, nearly dropping your phone.

“No wonder you were so interested in your phone, you freak.” Her tone is teasing and friendly, almost congratulatory, a big grin on her face, but you feel your face turn hot and red under her gaze.

“You weren’t supposed to see that!”

“Well, no duh, or they’d be sending that shit to me. Feel free to pass that dude my number, though.”

You don’t think you can be any more embarrassed, but your wish is granted almost immediately when your phone dings again. You lock eyes with your friend, seeing her grin widen, and you go to put your phone away before she can ask.

“Aw, c’mon, let’s see how the movie ends,” she laughs, tugging at the sleeve of your shirt playfully. “I gotta know what happens!”

“You’re so embarrassing!” You complain, pulling away.

“No, really, I wanna see round two!”

“Oh my god! You’re shameless!”

“Hey, I ain’t the one getting hit up with homemade porn here!”

Your phone buzzes again, drawing another laugh from your friend, who seems to be genuinely delighted by how embarrassed you are.

“Go on and look, I ain’t judging you. Tell him to knock it off though, I paid good money for your ticket so you’re getting drunk tonight if nothing else!”

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You murmur, slinking off with your friend giving you a knowing grin and wink as you rush towards the nearest door.

It’s not a bathroom, just the entrance to a small hallway meant for staff members, but you’ll take what you can get right now. You sit your unfinished drink on the floor, sure that your weak nerves don’t need anymore alcohol after that. Your face is uncomfortably hot and you can feel sweat running down your back as you lean against the wall, grasping your phone in one hand but not yet looking at the screen.

Okay, things were a little out of hand here, and now you had to explain away the person sending you graphic videos and dick pics to your best friend, but it was salvageable. You could fix it! Getting naughty texts from someone doesn’t mean you’re expected to introduce them to your family or anything, you can play it off as a one time thing. No one needs to know about the serial killer in your apartment.

With a few calming breaths you finally open your phone. You feel better now, realizing how insignificant the slip up was, but that comes crashing down as you see the three new photos you’ve been sent, each one a blurry and poorly lit shot of you from just moments before, taken from a distance and slowly moving closer. Well, okay, this was honestly something you should have seen coming considering the fact that he’s snuck up on you like this before, but never somewhere so crowded or public.

And what if he killed someone? It was Halloween after all, and that was his whole thing, and while you were a little less concerned for random club goers, your best friend was out there, not knowing any of this. You went back into the packed club in a rush, swinging open the door and running straight into a solid chest.

“Oh, hi.”

Michael looks down at you from behind the mask and you just know you look flustered and guilty. You glance around nervously, concerned that he might draw attention, but he isn’t very out of place at a costume party, much less one where there are multiple other ‘Michaels’ running around.

“So, uh, just so you know, the whole murdering thing is off limits right now,” you hiss, grabbing a handful of his sleeve and pulling him behind you, heading away from where you had last seen your friend. “Nothing personal, but I just can’t have that shit happening right now.”

You find a secluded spot by the actual entrance to the bathrooms, ushering him into the bit of cover provided by a merchandise stand that had yet to be filled out.

“What are you doing in here?” You whisper, far enough away from the music that it won’t cover your voice. “Those tickets are pricey, how did you get in?”

He looks down and you follow his gaze to the very real and very bloody knife in his hands. You yelp, grabbing his wrist and pulling it between the two of you to hide the weapon.

“You can’t have that in here! And no more stabbing,” you stop, and reconsider your words. “Or anything else fatal.” You amend, giving him a firm glare that you’re sure won’t stop him at all if that’s what he wants to do.

“Yo, am I interrupting you guys? Cause I kinda hope I am!”

You look around Michael with wide eyes to see your friend standing there, a big smirk on her face and a drink in each hand. You realize with a pang of horror how things must look from her view point, a big man standing over you in a dark corner, your hands hidden between your bodies-

“No, you’re not interrupting!” You nearly scream the words in your panic, wrenching the knife from Michael’s hand and dropping it carefully behind the merch table. He lets you take the weapon, turning as you do to face your friend, who’s smile widens at the sight of his ‘costume’.

“Holy shit, great get up dude, that’s the best mask I’ve seen all night!” She looks him up and down, presumably to take in the rest of his attire, but you know her well enough to realize she’s probably gearing up a flirty one liner. “So, you two know each other then?”

You’re a little thrown off, not sure what excuse you can come up with on the spot for her question, but Michael beats you to it.

“Boyfriend.” He rasps, and you’re not sure whether his voice or his answer throws you off more. You look at him in awe, mouth open in surprise. Your friend looks stunned as well, but for a different reason.

“Ohh, really,” She says, giving you a sly look. “So is he…?”

She makes a crude pumping motion with her hand and you’re absolutely sure that if it was possible to die of embarrassment that this would be the finishing blow. Michael watches her hand, and when she looks to you both for confirmation he gives her a slow nod. She cackles loudly, clapping her hands together in glee.

“Oh, why didn’t you tell me you were dating someone?! He’s hilarious, too!” She passes one of her drinks to you to free up a hand, waving it around in her excitement. “Where have you been hiding him, girl? What’s your name?”

The last one is directed at Michael, and you give him a moment to see if he’ll speak again, but apparently that was a one time deal because he remains silent. You speak up before the silence turns awkward, an evil little smile on your face.

Grabbing his wrist with your hand, you lean against his arm and answer, “His name’s Audrey.”