Aftercare IS A Fucking Necessity.

kinktober - day 2: praise

"good boy, that's it," they coo, as they squat over my face and fuck my face. I take their cock deep into my throat, barely gagging at all, "That's my handsome boy," they smile, "look so good with your mouth stretched around my cock." They slide their hand down my body, finding my hard little cock and caressing it gently on their way to my wet hole, lubricating their fingers with my arousal, "how perfect are you? Getting so wet for me, huh?" they start playing with my dick, making me gasp and splutter around their cock, "tell me you're perfect," they slide their cock out of my mouth. "I'm perfect," I whisper obediently as their fingers make my eyes roll back and they shuffle down the bed to sit between my thighs. They curl two fingers inside me, stroking my sensitive hole and making me buck and thrash, "you feel so fucking good, I'm so lucky to touch you like this." They say sweetly as I start to moan louder, "please, please, please, can I have your cock?" I whimper. They smile, "you know who gets my cock?" they ask, withdrawing their fingers and rubbing their cock against mine, the heavy head making my cunt throb, "good boys?" I guess. "yes, you are so smart," they smile, "and what are you?" I nod fervently, "I'm a good boy," they slide inside without resistance, burying themselves to the hilt, "yes you are, you can have my cock inside you for as long as you chant that." I moan and grip their hips with my hands, "I'm a good boy, I'm a - a good boy, I'm a - fuck - a good - ugh - good - good boy."

make! your! sub! speak! positively! of! themselves! before! you! let! them! cum!

adjust language for pronoun, title, and pet name preferences as needed but things like

- “who’s my beautiful girl”

- “i am, i am”

- “you’re what?”

- “i’m your beautiful girl”

- “say it again, what are you?”

- “i’m - ah - a beautiful girl”

- “that’s right, beautiful girl. now be even prettier and cum for me.”

are everything, don’t let up on asking, repeat the phrase you want them to say often, and don’t let them cum until they’re kind to themselves. you can work as much teasing as you want into this, make them say it until they convince you they mean it, make them say all sorts of good things about themselves. the point is for your sub to associate loving themselves with the dopamine rush of their orgasm (i would not recommend doing this if you plan on ruining their orgasm, let this chemically play out all the way through for your sub), and this can be such a gift for dom’s too because you’re helping your sub see themselves the way you see them and making them more confident in themselves, especially as a creature of beauty, pleasure, and desire - not to mention the wonderful bonding opportunity this all can be for you both

tl;dr: take the praise kink to the next level by pulling an uno reverse card and making ur sub praise themselves

I need need needddddd to be called a good boy please call me a good boy I'll do anything for I'll be a good obedient boy for you

I want to be a sloppy free use hole for pervy old men to fuck their throbbing cocks into! I want to be bent over in front of a line of people, pent up from their long hard day at work ready to dump load after load into their needy public free use fuck meat!! I’d be so wet, clenching around their hard cocks, I’d be practically milking them like the good breeding bitch I am

I just want to worship a cute sub while they’re sitting on my lap. Especially one that’s super shy about receiving compliments/praise. I want to make him so flustered that his face turns bright red and he tries to hide it in my chest.

I’d comfort him and continue to tell him how beautiful he is while running my fingers through his hair. I’ll only be satisfied if I hear him say “Yes, I’m a pretty boy. I’m your pretty boy.”

I want a dom to finger me while I'm wearing my boxers. They hold my throat back and whisper in my ear, "you hear that? You hear how wet you are? Listen to that sloppy cunt drool all over my hand. Making a mess of me aren't you? You need another finger, don't you?" I whine and nod and clench as they add a fourth digit. "you're so desperate for this aren't you? Hear how much you like it? Boys like you need to be filled, don't they?" the noises are obscene, their palm grazes my tcock and I'm moaning desperately as I cum, "good boy," they finger me faster through my orgasm, "that's it, let me hear your slutty noises."

poor worn out prince, your parents, your monarchs, send you out once again to fight in their place, to send aid to your neighbouring kingdom, you fight so hard and you do win but you feel your exhaustion weighing down on you as your vision blackens. when you awaken you do not recognise the room you are in, though it is just as ornate as your rooms back home, it is unfamiliar, someone opens the door at seeing you awake says she must leave to tell the queen you have awoken. ah, that is it then. you’re ally, the queen of your neighbouring kingdom must have brought you back here to heal up… though… why? you are not badly wounded, your own men could have brought you home, and seemingly she has wanted to be notified the moment you wake up. you have no time left to ponder as the door reopens and she enters the room. she smiles when she sees you and your heart flutters in your chest, more so when she tells the servant to leave you both be. she frowns, sighs, and walks over to you, sitting on the edge of your bed, 

“oh you poor sweet thing”, she tells you how she’s seen you taking so much responsibility on your shoulders, how your king and queen seem to use you, hide behind you, she’s out there with her soldiers and they stay safe locked up in their castle and send you out in their stead, her hands curl in the blankets, clenching, as she mutters almost to herself about the way she has seen them treat you when they think no one is looking, the jokes they say about you, “how can they not see what a precious boy they have in front of them?”, she turns back to you and gasps, you hadn’t noticed you’d started crying, “oh hush” she says and pulls your head to her throat “would you let me take care of you, my little prince? let me convince you to stay a while? for you deserve so much more than you have been given”

that evening you send a letter to your parents, telling them that you are safe but do not feel well enough to travel back home yet and that you’ll return once you are healthy. a lie of course. but this queen fills you with such warmth in your chest, shows you such affection, that you already feel needy for it. within just a week you’re preening under her praise, which she is most generous with, almost squeaking the first time she called you a “good boy”, she seemed to have been doing it more since, asking you to help her with things, asking her to accompany her as she walks around her gardens, and calling you a good boy when you say yes, apart from when you reluctantly tell her you don’t feel up to it and expect scorn but are only met with yet again another “good boy, it’s okay. i’m proud of you for telling me. you are allowed to say no, you understand? what i want more than anything is for you to feel comfortable”

in two weeks you know you should head home, you know you can’t hide from your family forever, and if you were to stay what would happen? you wouldn’t want your parents to get angry enough that they’d start a war with your queen… oh gods you called her ‘your queen’. whether it is unproperly or not, you head to her chambers and knock on her door, she answers, surprised, but then smiles and lets you inside. “i cannot stay” you tell her, unable to look at her. “why ever not? do you not like it here”, you let out a wet laugh “that is the problem, your grace, i like it here far too much”, try as you might she is… good at convincing you, though she does not say much, she does not tell you she has plans of how this will all work but.. she gets closer, cupping your cheeks in her hands, “you could stay with me, not just stay here but, you can would with me. i would keep you safe, i would keep you cared for, i would keep you loved”, your knees touch the edge of the mattress, not realising you’d been backing away from her, she pushes a little and you sit, “don’t you want to be my good boy?”

you can’t stop the sound that escapes you and your suddenly so embarrassed that you think you feel tears pricking the corner of your eyes, “oh my darling” she swipes at your tears, leaning down over you, and presses her lips against yours. you don’t know where to put your hands, wanting to hold her, or rather wanting her to hold you, nervous of touching the fine fabrics of her gowns. she pulls back and chuckles, takes your hands and places them at your sides, “let me take care of you, just lie back, let me take care of everything”. your mind is a blurry haze as she pulls you clothes from your body, fingers trailing the hem of your undershirt, looking to you, asking whether you would like it on or off, you knowing now there is no answer which she’d prefer other than your honest one, whimpering as she removes the last cloth with covers your cunt, throwing a hand over your face, “aw, is my little prince shy?”, only getting more whimpers in response as her fingers slide up and down your dripping boy pussy, watching you squirm as she slides one finger inside, “ah, there you go. that’s what my good boy needed all along, wasn’t it? don’t you worry about a thing. just rock back against my fingers, that’s it. you’re doing such a good job, lovely. just let mommy fuck you with her fingers.”

you never do end up returning back home.

[pov character is a trans man, dni if you’re not attracted to men. dni minors and ageless blogs]

use me as a stress relieve toy. had a hard day? pin me down and bite me and spank my ass and use me like a fleshlight. I genuinely want nothing more to be happy. use my holes while calling me a dirty lil slut and telling me how needy and pathetic I am. and then hold me as you tell me how much better you feel after taking things out on me. and I'll melt in your arms while loving the marks you gave me <3

Of course I fell asleep with my legs spread and my little shorts riding up my ass to tease you. When you see the outline of my pretty little pussy under those thin shorts you won't be able to help yourself. You'll have to take my sleeping body. Push my legs further apart a little and gently pull my shorts to the side. Nudge the tip of your cock against my already wet slit. Trying so hard not to wake me when you slowly start to push the tip into my tight hole. You'll lose yourself in the wet, tight, gripping heat of my cunt when I start to stir. I know you love hearing my scared, confused whimpers. I'm moaning and squeaking in between my pleas for you to stop, but you'll just push my head back into the pillows and keep rutting into me. You'll cum in me just like that. Pushing my head down and listening to my muffled whimpers while you unload all of your seed deep in my unprotected womb. Wipe away my tears and tell me I shouldn't be sleeping like that if I didn't want my pussy bred.

Kinda just wanna bend a puppyboy over my desk and fuck his ass until his mind is broken and it’s the only way he can cum ever again