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cant stop thinking about being a predator at the mercy of prey.

muzzled, hands roughly tied behind my back, remote controlled vibe pressed up against my cock that the prey can control. choke collar chained to the wall down low near the floor so that i'm forced to sit, trying to stand up or get at the prey causes me to suffocate myself.

they're still clearly terrified of me, but the intoxicating power starts to get to their head. they start out at a safe distance, raising and lowering the vibrations and watching me pull at the restraints with snarls low in my throat. eventually they'll start to develop a good rhythm and i'll start to be more focused on the blood rushing between my legs. my single minded predator's focus will start to blur at the edges and lose clarity. i'm still growling, but there's a note of desperation and breathlessness that wasn't there before.

maybe seeing me start to subtly hump upward emboldens them even further. getting closer, reaching out a tentative hand and skittering fingers up my sole. maybe my bark of laughter would cause them to jump and scramble away, thinking i had finally gotten free and now i was coming for them. or, maybe, their eyes light up as they take in the sight of the very thing that they were terrified of huffing and squirming and visibly weakening under their influence. despite guttural growls of i'll fucking kill you, when i get my hands on you i swear to fucking god, i'm going to tear you to pieces as soon as i get out, theres nothing really stopping them from reaching out and roughly scraping their nails across the ball of my foot. if they did, they'd be rewarded with laughter that betrays just how badly that's turning me on. they can stay there to get moans interspersed with the giggles, or of they're feeling really bold they can venture upwards to my armpits...

knowing that if i was out of restraints they would be helpless to stop me from doing whatever i pleased, that they're so much subbier and still unraveling me, that they're torturing me as revenge for every ounce of fear predators have put into them, that they're going to seize this opportunity to the fullest because it may never happen again.

knowing that when i do eventually get out of this i am going to eat. them. alive.

Genuinely one of my prides is that even with my type being 'Nervous wounded animal who never grew past the terrors of childhood' so many of my subs feel comfortable relaxing, trusting, and unmasking around me. I have a big family and I love that I can be a home for all my kids.

You know what I want ? I want someone to sit on my lap with their bladder full, squirming and whining and telling me they can't keep it in, really, they're going to burst. They take deep breathe, try to squeeze their legs shut, bounce and try to talk just to distract themselves.

And I shush them, I tell them it's okay, tell them how good they're doing... and I massage their bladder, I play with what I find under their skirt, until finally, finally they can't hold on anymore.

I can already imagine the warmth spreading over both of us, the sounds, the smell. The moaning in my hear, their entire body relaxing, the irresistible urge to hump each other...

Thinking about someone being broken and trained to be an attack dog… Teeth sharpened, nails turned into claws. Muzzled and gagged — dogs don’t speak — except when it’s sicced against others in the same position in vicious dogfights, encouraged to be aggressive and to scratch and bite and win, because no one wants to know what happens to the runt, the loser, the one taken away and never seen again. Taught to track and outrun and subdue a prey, as that’s the only way to earn a really good meal instead of the usual kibble and water. Made to mount and fuck the whimpering, begging, weak thing underneath — wait, is that the loser of last week or someone else — and if the pace of its hips falters, whether out of pity or exhaustion or something else, the sharp hit of a cane quickly remedies that. Disobedience or sympathy to its weakers will only earn it a place as someone else’s bitch, until it lies ruined with holes bleeding, until it won’t hesitate next time and instead breeds its appointed target with violent, fear-laced and bitemarked fury. A human turned into an animal that understands that pleasure and safety can come only from obeying the master and attacking everything else before they can do the same.

i love the idea of being some doped up doll; consistently taking my "medicine," always dressed my owner's standards, constantly sat on a dildo to make sure i stay nice and stretched. thinking about being looked over while playing dress-up, my owner scrutinizing how the lace of the lingerie underneath my clothes exaggerates and compliments the flowy, sheer top they chose for me. and feeling so hazy, maybe not even realizing how inappropriate the clothes they chose for me are, maybe not even realizing that i've been cockwarming for hours now. i wanna be someone's brain dead little doll so bad <3

I don’t see people talking about forced pet play enough. Imagine fastening a collar to someone and shocking them whenever they do anything human. They go to sit on the couch ⚡️ZAP ⚡️ remind them that they are a dog and would only get the couch filthy if they sat down

They refuse to walk around on all fours? ⚡️ZAP⚡️ Shove them to the floor and trigger their collar if they try to stand back up. If that doesn’t work, tie their legs up so they cannot unfold them.

At mealtimes feed them from a dog bowl and kick them when they slow down. Theyre nothing more than an animal, and if they don’t eat fast something stronger will take it from them.

Walk it on a leash with its mouth stuffed and holes throbbing with plugs and vibrators. If it still isn’t broken, kick the creature. Slap it, bruise its entire body and ⚡️ZAP⚡️ it until it faints. Cage they last part of its mind that craves human dignity and torture it as you lord over your well behaved fuckmeat.

never kill yourself there's trans people who will be your sibling or parent incestuously

if you’re in my asks telling me that i’m defending sexual assault. if your only two settings are “none of my boundaries have ever been violated” and “sexual assault” then you are not a safe person. you are the person that post is about and for. you are the person i am begging to understand nuance. i’m thinking about like. i don’t like having my butt touched. sometimes in the heat of a moment an excited partner grabs my ass. that’s a violation of a boundary. but i’m not gonna fuckin break up with them for it. and this concept branches out. i tried bottoming a few times for partners. i thought id like it, i didn’t, and i felt kind of uncomfortable with the interaction later. those partners didn’t “assault” me, we tried something and it didn’t work. once or twice a partner has tapped out and i didn’t notice at first so they had to tap harder. this isn’t assault, they didn’t accuse me of abuse, we had a conversation and they understood it was a mistake. all of these are circumstances where a boundary has been broken or a line has been crossed, but not a situation of intentional harm, assault, or abuse.

you walk into an androidgirls room and she's all skittish and disheveled and the whole place smells like power steering fluid

scene where the dom is so lighthearted about raping you like. like they don’t even care. making jokes while ur crying and pinned down and being forced to take it. hearing them go “wow, you reallllyyy don’t like this, huh?” and laugh at you. you think at first they aren’t taking it seriously but then you realize like. what is there to be taken seriously. ur so pathetic can it even be called rape if ur just sitting there. ohhh being goaded by your own rapist