Vanity.

subtle yet gentle touches in public >>>

I haven't been active for like 2 months, so here's my proof of life Now I need to go play league. See you in another 2 months krp 🫡

I need friends who can play fortnite with me 🤲

The sub wore their hood, paws strapped, tailplug snug and twitching. Every bark triggered the vibe in their soaked hole—louder meant harder. They barked nonstop, whining, humping the floor like a desperate mutt. The dom just watched. “Earn it, pup. Come like a dog.”

A dom and their sub, both gaming. The sub is squirming, plug buzzing, cuffs rattling with every missed shot. “Focus, or I’ll make you cum in front of everyone,” the dom warns into comms. His team laughs. The sub clenches. Shame hits harder than his KD.

no one prepares you for how painful it is to lose a friend. you grieve them while they’re still alive, still existing in the same world, just no longer in yours.

Good evening, everyone. Take care of yourselves. Don’t skip meals, okay? Drink some water, stretch a little, and let your body rest. You did well today, even if it didn’t feel like it.

You shouldn’t want this. You know it’s wrong. But you spread your legs anyway, don’t you? You cry when I call you disgusting, but you clench tighter when I say it. You’re not innocent—you’re addicted

You begged me not to touch you, then cried when I didn’t. That’s what you are—confused, needy, broken. You don’t want mercy, you want to be owned. Hurt. Ruined. Admit it, pup. You only feel real when I’m using you.

The sub cries as the Dom whispers cruel things into their ear. Not degradation—truths. Dirty, humiliating truths the sub’s too ashamed to say out loud. “You love being scared,” the Dom purrs. “It makes you wet. Don’t lie.”

Leash clipped. Muzzle on. They crawl after me, eager to please. I coo praise when they nuzzle my thigh, stroke their head like they’re something precious. Because they are. My loyal little thing, broken down into nothing but a dumb puppy.

Kept naked in the apartment for weeks. No phone, no clock, no outside world. Just my touch, my rules, my version of time. Eventually, they stop asking when they can leave. They just ask how they can please me today.

the dom connected the sub’s plug to a bark-triggered app. every noise earned a vibration. twenty minutes in, the sub was barking nonstop, tongue out, puppy parts drippinh, tail plug wagging like a broken toy. “Poor little thing,” the dom commented, "begging to be bred, hm?"

“House pets don’t get displayed, not privacy.” the puppy sub knelt in front of the door—naked, plugged, trembling, trained to bark the moment the bell rang. when the delivery man taunted a “good bitch,” the dom smirked. “If you’re praising my mutt, you might as well fuck it.”

the dom dressed their big dumb puppy in a frilly maid dress, tail plug wagging, cock leaking through lace. he was too big for the outfit, ears twitching, face red. “look at you,” the dom laughed. “all muscle, no thoughts—just tits, drool, and chores.”

the dom synced the sub’s plug to their calendar. every missed task added vibration time. by Friday, the sub was on the floor, dripping, begging to catch up. “too late,” the dom said. “you’re already behind.”

chip in their neck. camera in their collar. plug linked to a private server. the dom let strangers vote when the next edge started. they weren’t a sub anymore—they were content.