Latest Posts by valiaheart - Page 4

im too scared to flirt ill just give you puppy eyes until you wanna have sex with me

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

I feel seen heard and kissed with this one 💜

Reblog to kiss a tgirl cause she needs it rn lol

When I nibble at you it usually means pin me down lick me for good measure and then destroy every piece of my body.

I mean hi how are you you’re pretty

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.

Two bucks I don’t do any of this and I fold under zero pressure

Yall when do I realize I have free will and can literally slut myself online with the most dark of my kinks and like there’s little to no consequences

Also how the fuck do tags work is there a button to make all the pretty people go in heat and attack me violently or something

Yall when do I realize I have free will and can literally slut myself online with the most dark of my kinks and like there’s little to no consequences

Also how the fuck do tags work is there a button to make all the pretty people go in heat and attack me violently or something

Feeling like an attention whore please dm me and like flirt or something I dunno I mean you coulddd

Ask me about pokemon

Ask about my kinks/bully me for them

Or like just give me affection and praise and I’ll curl in your lap and hum just be just a tiny bit nice please

This offer is unlimited until I explode so your time starts now 💜💜💜

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.

kidnapping fantasies because it helps reassure me that you actually want me and need me and care about me and would never want me to leave

fyi if we're mutuals you have full consent to be as feral as you want in asks and dms

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

Making a girl so accustomed to my abuse that she feels helpless and afraid when someone isn't cruel to her.

i adore not only pathetically adorable girls, but girls entirely willing to make themselves pathetic for you.

to force and command them is one thing, for them to volunteer. to offer, to desire more than anything to be dirt under your boots. a little thing baring its neck for you to devour.

it makes me hot just thinking about it

This is the vibe or in like better terms PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLS

being bullied by a girl i look up to is all the attention i deserve

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.

I’m debating… I have some kinks I want to like rant about and just go absolute batshit but then like 60% of people will think I’m really gross

Aka do I ruin my namesake for the funnies or make a secondary blog like day 3 back on tumblr this is definitely either a make or break mental health edition

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

People that deal with my shit <<< People that want to be my friend = people that tell me their deep spicy thoughts who will make my brain mispell the letter A <<< a hug goddamnit

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

I need a hug

I just need this bouncing back and forth in my head before I make any decisions

Just a stupid girl

Your thoughts don’t matter. Not now. Not when you‘re with me. And you are always with me. You belong to me. Your mind is soft, baby. Empty. Just how I like it. You were never meant to think—thinking is for people with purpose. You? Your purpose is to be used. You are existing to be fucked dumb. My pretty little thing with a pretty little brain that melts so easily when I talk like this. You don’t need opinions. You don’t need ideas. You just need to listen. Obey. Feel. Your head isn’t for thinking. It’s for holding still. It’s for taking what I give you. Your mouth, your throat, your brain—none of it was built for anything but this. You know that, right? Deep down? You were made to be dumb. Made to be owned. Thinking only gets in the way. And look at you now. Already slipping. Already soaking. Because you like being told what you are. You like not having to think. Let it go, baby. Let it all go. No thoughts. No resistance. Just my voice. Just this. Good girl. That’s better. That’s perfect.

18+ blog!!!! LGBT+ friendly blog queer and trans folks come right on in

Call me Val! I go by she/her and am very random and will probably either lurk at you or flirt at you (with consent). I have three wonderful partners I am pansexual and am always looking for a good time we are an open relationship and I love them so much! I am a sub with a lot of kinks if I catch the eye of a cutie feel free to ask me about it

I took a disappearing act off this platform for a bit but we back fresh start and doing random shit I don’t know yall im kinda just spitballing words

Uhhh potatoes are cool if you like that shit come vibe with me sex is also cool. Please just tell me your intentions with me before I open up to you 💜

Hehe look it’s a color sandwich if you look at it from like that angle

Here we go again hopefully I’ll stay longer (I probably won’t I already scrolled through a rabbit hole of paranoia💜💜💜)