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Anonymous asked:

Hello, there's something I've been wondering for a while. Puppy play has been a secret kink of mine for a while, but I really don't know much about it. I think of wanting to be a little/puppy to someone, but then I also have the urge to swap and dominate sometimes. Is it possible to be a dominate puppy, or would that just be based on the relationship with the owner?

The most important thing to know about any kind of kink is that there are not set rules. Don’t let others define or set what is and isn’t possible in a kink relationship. Its personal, you and whomever you participate with decide what works and what doesn’t.

Look up switching. There are many individuals in relationships that take on the role of dominant and submissive at times. There is also such a thing in puppy play as an alpha pup - a pup that doms others in the scene.

The important thing to remember is that this is personal, this is your experiment and your opportunity to find what works for you. Don’t let convention and the “community” decide how this works. Its more than just a clique or norms.

The puppy, Ryan, lay quietly on the floor in the window of the pet shop, asleep.
Crawling about on all fours was exhausting and every time he tried to settle back on his rear to relax he’d find himself putting pressure on the tail plug up his ass....

The puppy, Ryan, lay quietly on the floor in the window of the pet shop, asleep.

Crawling about on all fours was exhausting and every time he tried to settle back on his rear to relax he’d find himself putting pressure on the tail plug up his ass. He’d yelp in surprise and somewhere within the metal confines of the locked chastity cage his member would twitch and try to swell up, only succeeding in frustrating him further.

He had whimpered and tried to rest uncomfortably on the floor. A position which forced him to splay his bound limbs off to either side, rest his face and chest on the ground and hike his tail into the air. The pup’s face flushed bright red when realized the stance this put him in and he saw people passing by the window stopping to stare with a smile on their lips.

Precum dripped through the metal grate at the end of the chastity tube. Quivering with embarrassment he only managed to make it seem as though the tail plug were wagging. Finally Ryan closed his eyes tightly and tried to imagine himself somewhere else.

He was wrested from his sleep by the sound of someone opening the door to his cage. Struggling to get himself back up onto all fours the puppy heard the manager’s voice and someone else.

“Oh yes indeed sir, we do all kinds of modifications: finger amputations, voice removal, even tendon clipping and neutering. Which was it you were interested in.”

Eyes now wide with fear, the puppy crawled to the farthest corner of his cell and tried his best not to imagine what his fate was about to become.

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Too cute. Enough said. :p

I had no idea what I would end up with when I started this. Now I think I need to see a dentist - all the sweetness in this pic is rotting my teeth. <snickers>

Yet another chance to design more bdsm toys. The arm binders, gag and chastity cage will all be in next year’s MisterX Unlimited catalog.

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For HobbitDragon who was in dire need of cheering up. Plus I really love his style and characters so it was the perfect chance for some guest art.
Here we have the Manner House’s Chef being taken advantage of by a visiting guest with a collection of...

For HobbitDragon who was in dire need of cheering up. Plus I really love his style and characters so it was the perfect chance for some guest art.

Here we have the Manner House’s Chef being taken advantage of by a visiting guest with a collection of absurdly large anal beads. The Chef hates being used by anyone but the Master but gets off on it at the same time. So I tried to give him a look that said “I hate this, I don’t want to be here, OMFG GOD HE’S ONLY STUCK TWO IN ME!”

He came out looking a lot younger than I intended (he’s 21) but then again, all my characters do. But I’m pleased overall. Note, the visiting guest is roughly an aged and more bearded version of myself :p

The Chef is owned by Hobbitdragon
Old Mister X is owned by himself.

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Ben sobbed silently, the sound drowned out by the weighty humilator-gag hanging from his mouth. Behind the gag he was bright red with shame, heat radiating from his face and nude body.
Still unsure why he had been brought here, Ben crouched on the...

Ben sobbed silently, the sound drowned out by the weighty humilator-gag hanging from his mouth. Behind the gag he was bright red with shame, heat radiating from his face and nude body.

Still unsure why he had been brought here, Ben crouched on the floor on all fours and gazed up expectantly at the man looming over him. The same man who had dragged him here and thrown the boy to the floor in this disgusting, ill-kept bathroom.

The floor was stained and wet with a mixture of fluids that the boy did not want to contemplate. Paint peeled from the walls in great strips, etched with the writings of the toilets many visitors. The toilet itself was no longer a white porcelain altar but a corroded and marred visage dredged up from the sewers itself.

Or so it seemed to Ben.

He glanced side ways at the toilet and then back at the man, gulping sharply. It was obvious what was coming and Ben was shaking all over at the thought of it. There was no way he could do it and the teen found himself shaking his head from side to side unconsciously. This was so degrading.

“You left the toilet seat up again, boy.” The man’s voice finally echoed off of the walls of the empty room. “Its obvious you don’t care about keeping my home clean so now its time you learned the consequences of that kind of thinking.”

His Master took Ben by the collar and dragged him forward towards the awaiting toilet bowl.

“You see this? This is what happens when people don’t give a shit about cleanliness. I will not let this happen to my house. You’re going to clean this bowl clean. I expect you to be more responsible in the future or else you will be back here cleaning toilets.”

Ben recoiled from the toilet, shaking his head wildly from side to side, his eyes wide with fear and his cheeks burning brighter than ever. He tried to muffle out an apology, a promise that he’d do better, anything, just don’t make him do this.

Grimacing his Master took hold of his head and shoved downward into the abyss.

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Anonymous asked:

What apocalypse would you 'prefer'? Zombies would be mine just 'cause you'd be allowed to bash heads in and even be praised for it :)

I not a fan of the zombie apocalypse. Its been done too much and is just blah anymore.

I do enjoy the supernatural aspect or a man-made doomsday. But not a nuclear holocaust.

I tend to just really enjoy the remains of human civilization. I don’t really care much how we get there. :p

It had been almost a full week since his stomach had swelled up like that of a pregnant woman. It was tender and sore and August found himself constantly suffering from cramps. On more than one occasion he was certain he had felt something move there...

It had been almost a full week since his stomach had swelled up like that of a pregnant woman. It was tender and sore and August found himself constantly suffering from cramps. On more than one occasion he was certain he had felt something move there inside him.

Doctor West had said that the bloating about the boy’s stomach was more than likely something he had eaten recently or gas, surely not a tumor or anything serious. “Keep an eye on it and if things don’t get better in a week we’ll take you in for an ultrasound. Probably just gas.” He had said reassuringly.

This was not gas and in that moment in the hall August’s suspicions were confirmed. Something within him heaved and the boy doubled over there in the halls in pain and horror, clutching at his mid-section. It squirmed and scurried about his guts, like feelers stretching out through all his body.

Then it happened. August screamed loudly as he felt something force its way out from between his legs. Then another and another. The boy’s shrill cry echoed through the corridors of the school as he felt certain that he was going to be torn in half. Blood trickled down his thigh as, through squinted eyes, August saw the cause of his stomach pains…

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Inspired by the previous emo boys tentacle kiss.

Yet another pic ruined by a crap background. Its missing the crowd, the full color background, slimy tentacles, blood trickling down the leg and a few other things. But again, I reached the point where it was either stop now or I will throw the picture as I try to add more.

I spent ages on this one toying with color schemes and changes to my overall drawing style. I’m rather pleased with the boy. Its one of those pictures where I sit back, look at it and think to myself, “I drew *that*?”

If that’s not ego, I don’t know what is. :p

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