Valiaheart - It’s Giving Weird

Manifesting so hard pleaseeeeee

Ugh, where's a sub with a greedy little mouth for me to use when I need it most, hm?

Oh?

Right here?

This adorably thirsty little pet?

Well hello there, sweet thing. Aww look at you squirming, excited already? Yeah? You wanna please Mommy? God, you're the most precious thing I've ever seen.

Well, I've had a long day, little love. Please just let Mommy lock her thighs around your shoulders, and keep you there for a little bit. Well, maybe not a little. Who needs a vibrator when I've got such a hungry darling already on their knees for me, aching to show me their skills, hm? I can see how excited and squirmy you are, but look at me right now, there we go, eyes on me. Good job. I need you to be my favourite fucktoy tonight. Can you do that for me? Yeah?

Repeat what I need from you.

That's right baby, good job!! So who's Mommy's favourite fucktoy? There we go! Look at that smile. Keep that mouth open for me now <3

"Position."

You drop to your knees before the word's even finished leaving my lips. Hands behind your back. Eyes down. Back straight. Knees spread just enough to show you know your place—obedient, eager, owned. The shift in your posture is immediate, seamless, practiced to the point of perfection, like your body has memorized what I expect and delivers it without a second thought.

I watch you settle. The way your breathing evens out. The way your muscles go soft under the command, tension draining from you like you've slipped into something familiar and safe. It's not just habit. It's instinct. Something deeper. Something trained and nurtured over time, until this pose became less of a performance and more of a truth—your truth.

I smile.

Good pup.

"Did you miss this?" I ask quietly, stepping close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating off me.

"Yes, Mommy," you breathe, voice small and steady.

"How much?"

"So much it hurts."

I circle you slowly, savoring the moment, the leash already in my hand. You hear the soft jingle of the clip brushing my thigh and your ears twitch, metaphorically—or maybe not, depending on thenight. There are nights when the line between roles blurs so thoroughly that you are my puppy, not just acting the part. And tonight, I can already see you slipping—willingly, blissfully—into that headspace. You're deep in it now. Open. Vulnerable in the most beautiful way.

"You want all those things, don't you?" I ask as I circle behind you.

"Yes, Mommy," you whisper, voice already dripping with need. "Please..."

My fingers trail along your jaw, then down your throat. I feel the hum of your submission just under the skin, that subtle shiver of awareness that always blooms when I touch you like this—delicate, but laced with ownership. My touch dips lower, across your chest, pausing just long enough to remind you who it belongs to. Who you belong to.

"You're beautiful," I murmur, crouching beside you, lowering myself just enough that you feel my breath near your ear. My hand cups your chin, lifting your face just enough that I can see the shine in your eyes, wide and waiting. "And so eager to be used."

"Please use me, Mommy," you say, not even trying to hide the desperation in your voice now. "I need it. I need to be yours."

Your breath stutters. You nod. Not because you're unsure, but because words would only get in the way. That small, breathy movement is enough—it tells me everything.

Good puppy.

Hope glows behind your gaze. That look—the one that says you'd crawl through fire just to be toldyou pleased me. That look that melts into desperation and loyalty and love, all tangled together in the way you look up at me like I'm the center of your world.

"Say it again," I whisper.

"I'm yours."

"Louder."

"I'm yours, Mommy. Only yours."

I reach for your collar, the one you wear only for me. The soft leather is warm from your skin, shaped perfectly to your throat. The leash clicks into place with a satisfying snap, and I tug—not harsh, just firm. A reminder. A claim. A connection.

"You've needed this, haven't you?" I ask.

You nod, a quiet moan escaping as the leash pulls your neck gently. "So badly... I ache for it."

"You ache for me," I correct, voice firm. "Don't forget the difference."

"Yes, Mommy. I ache for you."

You shuffle forward on your knees with no hesitation, your body already slipping into movement like it's muscle memory.

"You're not just my sub now," I say, running the leash through my fingers as I walk, my voice steady, calm, with just enough edge to make your breath hitch again. "You're mine in every sense. My pretty little pet. My sweet, obedient creature."

"Yours," you say under your breath, like a mantra. "Always."

You whine softly at that—high, breathy. It makes my chest tighten. That sound is everything: need, gratitude, devotion. It hits me deep, because I know exactly what it means coming from you.

"Now," I say, voice warm but commanding, a tone you know to obey without pause, "be my good puppy and follow Mommy."

"Yes, Mommy."

You drop fully to all fours. Palms flat. Knees padded. Back arched just right. You follow behind me, crawling in sync with the gentle tugs of the leash, each pull a wordless direction you understand without needing speech.

"You're doing so well," I say softly, glancing back as you crawl. "So proud of my perfect pet."

Cute date idea I kiss the bottom of your strap as you destroy every hole I got

As the popular game of “blackjack” says…

Hit me

Please

I need someone cruel to kick me till I cry and then make me grind on their boot untill I cum

I want them to grip me by the neck so I have to look into their eyes as I degrade myself for their entertainment

Tumblr please gives us voice notes I want hear my moots accent

This one’s for myself

everytime you see this post, slap yourself

just once, wherever on your body you'll feel it the most

just once, wherever it's most fun for you to get hit

get somewhere safe, or even get someone to help

everytime you see it, even you if you see it again after reblogging it

well done, now reblog. reblog as many times as you like

have fun!

Now why would I prove you wrong I wanna be the strap 😭

Straps are just fucking silicone. They’re not a body part with the grand sense of touch or taste or anything; they’re a toy. Nothing that boring can actually fuck you well. …………..….Feel free to prove me wrong though... If you want to… Wink wink, nudge nudge… PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS

Stop pretending like you can be human and get by in this society. Let me do that so you can focus on being perfect for me.

It seemed pretty innocuous at first. Just a little piece of plastic with a button on it - when pressed, a rather satisfying click was made.

(clicker training, assumes feminine sub, also bondage + pet play. enjoy~)

You'd always loved the idea of pet play, and what we'd done before was generally more than enough, but you - and even I - longed for something a bit deeper in it. That's where the idea of clicker training even started, but your doubts if it would work held even as I held the trinket in my hand.

Click.

"One for positive stimuli." I say as I rub your head a bit - an easy reach with you kneeling before me, nothing but your collar to adorn you.

Click click.

"Two for pet mode." I add as I begin to buckle your collar around your neck, caressing your face as I do.

You nod - good pets don't talk unless commanded, of course.

"Speak." I say, and with your mind intending, you bark for me.

"Good girl." I coo, kissing your neck. As my lips make contact -

Click.

Your body shivers with my kiss - I'm no stranger to finding your most sensitive areas. I draw back, only a slight bit, and lightly tilt your chin up toward me. I draw in again to kiss your lips, deeply but with some restraint.

Click.

More kisses, slowly plotting a trail down your body.

Your chin.

Click.

Your neck.

Click.

Your chest.

Click.

A brief pause.

"How are you feeling?" I whisper, both to tease and check on you.

"...Good. Green." you finally stammer in response.

My tongue begins to circle around your left nipple shortly after. You anticipate a click, but none comes, and soon the stimulus is enough to distract y-

Click.

I bite your nipple, with just the slightest pull, right as I click you, sending a wave of pleasure over your body. Instinctively, you go to grab my head, but your hands just squirm in your cuffs. As I release you, the euphoria lingers on your sensitive chest, then glides across with my tongue to the other side. Circling around your nipple, just barely teasing it.

You again try to predict when it will come. You're not hoping to spoil the fun, it's just your nature. Time keeps passing in circles, circles around your areola, until I finally retract my tongue.

"Mmm?" you whimper with curiosity. My head rises to level with yours, drawing close to your ear to whisper.

Click in one ear.

"Good girl." in the other.

You shiver with pleasure from the stereoscopic affirmation.

I take you by the ring on your collar, and slowly bring you to your feet.

"Do you want more?" I ask you pointedly - part tease and part communique again.

"Yes, mistress."

Click.

After a few minutes of prep, I ease you down by your leash to bend over the bed, presenting your lovely butt to me. Just as my finger begins to prepare you for me, you hear it again.

Click.

It rubs lightly over your entrance before pressing into you.

Click.

A whiny moan escapes your lips without you noticing. Slowly, in and out, my finger prepares you while just barely teasing your g-spot. After a few moments, I withdraw, and the emptiness leaves you wanting.

A few quick kisses to your thighs, and to your cheeks, just to tease you more and more in preparation for the main event. An unexpected bite on your thigh causes you to gasp and kick a bit with pleasure, right as -

Click.

A few more kisses later, you finally feel nothing but my eager hands rubbing over you, until you feel my cock teasing at your hole.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, my goddess."

Click.

Right as I slowly push myself into you. Inch by inch, I continue until I've filled you completely, brushing pleasure over your g-spot. After the process, I remove myself just as slowly, leaving you wanting again.

Click.

As I push in again, with more passion this time. Your knees go weak - they never seem to give out this early. Something is different. I pull out again.

Click.

As I insert into your ass one last time, now with restraint obviously falling away. In and out, with plenty variation in tempo and depth, with love and ferocity. Pleasure rapidly begins to boil over you until you can't stop yourself from requesting;

"May I cum, my goddess?"

"You may."

Click.

Regardless of the answer to your request, the clicker's chirp pushed you over the edge without your control, cumming without so much as a kiss in the front.