Oh, Angel.

"But how did you know I was a sub?" Oh, sweetheart.

I look at you like I want to eat you whole and defile every inch of you, and you look at me with little stars in your eyes. I talk to you like you're a wounded puppy, and you nod along to every word I say. I let my finger trace down your cheek while I give you a proud smile, and you lean into my touch like you'll cry without it.

I just want to keep you in my pocket forever.

do you guys actually fuck with needy femmes? femmes that wake up from a nightmare at 3am and scramble for their phone because they immediately need to call and hear your voice? femmes that text 'i miss you' and 'where'd you go :(' when you leave the chat for two minutes? femmes that reply as soon as they see your notification? femmes that send 17 messages in a row? femmes that can't cum without you talking them through it? femmes that need to always be touching you? that get sad when you have to leave the house without them? that need extra comfort from you when they're sad or crying? that wonder if you're mad at them if you forget to put your hand on their thigh in the car or open the door for them? that can't cum if they're worried you're bored, so you always have to come up for air from between their thighs to tell them 'take your time' and 'i promise i'm enjoying this'? that tell you they miss you every second you're not there? that wonder what you'd think of something at any given point? that feel disappointed when you don't send them a photo of yourself that day? that can't take a shower without you sitting outside the curtain? that can't go to the kitchen for food unless you're following? femmes that can't sleep without you? that pretend like you're there watching over them and holding them every time they fall asleep alone? that constantly ask what you're up to? that cant do anything without thinking of you? that whine when you drop their hand for a second to do something? that always need to share your food? femmes who, the moment you entered their life, became obsessed? do you fuck with needy, clingy, overbearing, obsessive, high maintenance femmes? do you really rea-

You Only Think When I Allow It

cw: intelligence play, light memory play, clicker training

“I’m smart when I want to be!” You regretted your words the second they left your mouth, and sure enough you now had your Mistress’s undivided attention.

“Petal? I think you meant to say that you are smart when I want you do be.” You hear the slight hum of her biorhythm bouncing off your implant, not strong enough to overwhelm you but enough to warn you that you were on thin ice.

“I uh well sorry Mistress I just thought…” 

She cuts you off before you can even finish the sentence: “No. You don’t think, pet.” This time her biorhythm gave you no room to argue or explain yourself. Your mind simply went 

Blank.

“Come back to me dear.” You hear the musical tones of your Mistress’s voice as you suddenly snap back to awareness. How long had it been? It couldn’t have been long you’re still in the same spot. You decide that it isn’t really important especially when Mistress is talking. “Darling are you back?” You nod silently as the last of the fog clears your head. 

“Normally I would say that this was enough of a demonstration but brats need reminded of their place sometimes don’t they dear?”

“Yes Mistress.” You say it automatically and without hesitation, you know better than to say or do anything else.

“Good pet!” A pulse of pleasure radiates through you before she quickly catches your attention again. 

“I think it’s time for a pop quiz pet! I know how much you used to pride yourself on how smart you were and that fancy education you had. That’s not inherently a bad thing, but the pressures and expectations that they put on you were crushing you before I found you flower. Thinking all the time was hurting you and I simply cannot allow that. Of course it’s ok to be smart sometimes too, but you need balance just as in all other parts of life. You seem to have forgotten that and it’s time for me to give you a reminder that you can be smart, yes, but only when I allow it. Now can you think clearly right now pet?”

You nod again, not knowing what she has planned but eager to find out. “Excellent then lets begin. Don’t worry the questions aren’t hard, especially for a smart girl like you who got such a fancy education,” you feel as well as hear the mocking tone of her voice and remember that with their long lifespans and superior intelligence even the smartest and most educated terran couldn’t hope to compair to an affini. 

“First question: what year did the Affini compact make diplomatic contact with humanity?” That’s easy, it was only a few years ago afterall. Before you can answer though you hear a sharp Click and feel a rush of pleasure that leaves your thoughts just a little more fuzzy than they were before. “Well pet? Whats the answer?” 

You hear another Click and another wave of that fuzzy pleasure floods over you. “That’s easy it’s…” The answer eludes you, replaced with a fuzzy, tingly warmth. Why is your head so foggy  suddenly? You don’t know, but Mistress is waiting for an answer. “I don’t know” you quietly admit.

“Good floret!”

Your Mistress’s praise feels so good that you barely even notice the Click that accompanied it or the fog rising behind it. What was going on again? You were proving you were smart so why is it so hard to think right now?

“Mistress, are you cheating by using xenodruggies to make me stupid?” You slur the words slightly reenforcing your theory that you have been drugged.

“Well first off, it would not be cheating to use xenodrugs on you. You are my pet and I can drug or play with you whenever I choose. But, no dear, you aren’t drugged. You don’t need to be anymore, remember this?” She produces a small plastic object. You whimper involuntarily as memories of countless hours of painstaking training rush back.

“Wait… you clicker trained me then made me forget about it?” You try to sound assertive but fail to hide your arousal at the thought of being trained.

“Watching you remember always was my favorite part. It’s just so cute watching you realize how much I own you. How much control I have over you.” You a faint moan escapes your lips but thankfully she interrupts you before you could embarrass yourself further. “I think its time for the next question: what is the name of the ship we are on?” Click.

Again you know that you should know the answer but it just can’t quite make it through the rising fog. “Uhhhhh I don’t know?” 

“Good pet!” another Click another wave of fuzzy pleasure hits your brain. “That’s right! You don’t know. Afterall why would a silly little pet like you need to remember things like that?” 

Another Click reminds you just how owned you are. “Good pets like you don’t need to think. Good pets like you can’t think, not without their owners permission anyway. You only think when I allow it. You aren’t a person anymore dear, you’re my adorable, obedient pet.” You don’t even try to hide your moan this time, you aren’t even sure you could hide it at this point iso you decide not to bother with trying.

“Ok pet, last question: what are you?” The anticipation you feel waiting for that beautiful Click almost feels as good as hearing it at this point.

“I’m your obedient pet, Mistress.”

“Yes you certainly are dear. I think you deserve a reward for doing such a good job.

Click.

I love women who cum from being bullied. Let me slap your cunt and grope your tits while I tell you how pathetic your squirming is.

"Whats wrong slut, why are you all squirmy? Stop trying to fucking run from me."

I want to have you on your knees, humping my thigh while I slap and pinch your nipples. Let me cover you in bruises and spit.

"Aww you look so pretty covered in mommy's spit and bruises. So beaten looking."

I want to feel you throb on my thigh when I toy with your body. Just to make you hover over it when you're close. Ill toy with your dirty cunt.

"Get up off my thigh whore, no cumming for you."

I'm not even going to use my hands on your dirty cunt. I'll just use a paddle, give it slaps, and make you scream.

"Yeah, you like when mommy toys with your cunt like this?"

Some pets just deserve to be communal pets for the whole polycule. Sweet little things that doesn't deserve anything more then being underneath all its loved ones even the subbier ones. It's a pet, it'll never be a person, but it will be so wonderfully loved

Kicking my feet giggling at funny words on the screen make brain go WOOOOOO

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

Ploop ploop ploop

Make sure to microchip your pup so that no matter how many times they get kidnapped and used and left in an alley or on the side of the road, you can always show up to save the day before setting it up to happen again.