(via whiteslaver)
“Can you feel your mind slipping away, Cara?”
“Fuck…*pant, pant*…you, ARF!hole…I mean, asshole!”
The man holding the leash grinned and shook a finger at her.
“Such language! But you know, you’re right. You WILL be fucking me. Happily and with the eagerness of any other dumb dog who wants to please its Owner. Except instead of fetching the paper or rolling over, you’ll be learning how to be the perfect fuckmutt.”
Cara groaned. The man had snatched her off the street, injecting her with a syringe full of glowing green goo. He told her that she had a choice…either submit willingly to him and be his woman, or resist and become…something else. Something lower. A dumb, endlessly horny dog at his feet, begging for bone.
She hadn’t believed him. Not at first. But then the changes had started. Her clothes were too hot. She had to get them off! But after she’d removed her sweater and skirt, the burning had only intensified.
She’d fallen to her hands and knees, tearing at her clothes. Strange thoughts began to fill her mind, and when the man said, “that’s right, bitch…take it off. Forget your old life. Stop pretending to be human.”, Cara had managed to resist tearing the last of her clothes off, even though the burning was driving her mad.
He slipped a collar and leash around her neck; the leather was soothing. Natural. Perfect for a dumb fuckmutt like her. She should just…
“NO!” screamed Cara, fighting the mounting voices in her head. Her feet, her cunt and ass were on fire. But she had to hold out. Had to resist…
The man smiled again, this time to himself. She would break. They always did. In the meantime, he could be patient. After all, Cara’s time might be running out, but he had all the time in the world.
Her owner was short on money, so he put his cunt to work. Leaving her helpless in the cage, he instructed her to stream herself to a camwhoring site – explaining to the nice men who she was, what she was doing, and when the show would begin properly.
Predictably, the situation attracted a very large and rough crowd. The men chafed at being made to wait, and they started suggesting punishments. She wrote every one of them down, just as she had been ordered.
Her owner will be back soon, and the fun will begin. She is terrified. Her owner is very nice, and rarely hurts her more than he has to. The harsh punishments on the list will all be a first for her, but she knows it does not matter. The show will go on, no matter how much she begs him to stop it.
Puppy is being trained and its going to be a long weekend.
1 Year Anniversary
So, I was just checking my archive, and realized that my first post on this bdsm blog was from May 2nd, 2012. Didn’t think I’d been posting on here quite so long, but it looks like I have.
Right now, I have approximately 460 posts, and 665 followers - everybody stop touching yourselves for a second, and give yourselves a pat on the back…so I guess keep touching yourselves, but in a different place, and…well, you get the idea.
