I'm A Simple Man . You Call Me "good Boy" Or "good Dog" Or Other Such Terms And My Eyes Glaze Over And

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]

“awh what a good boy” please bend me over the nearest surface

I have said it SO MANY TIMES and I will SAY IT AGAIN.

AS A DOM. YOU DESERVE CARE TOO.

aftercare is often times sub-focused, and while that’s always great, it’s often seen as “only subs need aftercare because they’re the ones that took the brunt of the acts.” and as a disabled dom, that’s absolutely not true.

dom drop is very real. I often experience it as guilt for hurting someone, or being “too aggressive,” as trans women are often seen. especially for doms that take care of subs, pretty please take the time to take care of yourself too!!

and for all the subs out there, if you’re able, please please please go get your dom some water or a snack. even if neither of you can walk, it’s imperative that you *talk to each other.* in my past, even the smallest things made me feel so much better. I’m going to list off some great things to say to your dropped dom here (feel free to add in reblogs!!)

“I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me too much.”

“Thank you for doing (self care act) for me, do you need anything?”

“I liked everything you did.”

“everything was within my boundaries.”

“you did great, (name/nickname).”

“do you need anything?”

“would you like (self care act)?”

“can I help (task: clean up, get water, etc.)”

just doing something like talking, showing physical affection, kisses, comfort, etc, is so so so important, and everyone deserves it!

and to all my fellow doms out there, don’t feel guilty for asking for help! if you need it, ask for it! your partner is there to show you love and care too!

I want to be bullied and humiliated in my inbox; call me a slut, tell me all the ways you’d like to abuse me, make fun of me for not being allowed to cum. 😣

“my daughter turned out fine” he’s a puppy slut tumblr whore who whines and whimpers like a dog when he’s masturbating and gets off to the feeling of being controlled

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

My voice kink is making me so needy, I just want to hear someone talk to me with a condescending tone while they trail their fingertips over my face and body.

“Awe my sweet puppy boy, you just can’t think anymore can you? That’s okay baby, puppies don’t need to think. They just need to spread their legs and let mommy use them. That’s it my mindless puppy, good boy. Aww baby, did mommy make you a mess? My goodness puppy, this all for me? Ah ah ah don’t you dare hold in those noises, those are all for me sweetie. Give me those moans and whimpers while mommy stretches you out and makes sure this needy little puppy cunt can take my strap. You want that don’t you baby? Huh? Oh I’m sorry baby boy, I forgot that the moment mommy touches you all thought leaves that pretty little head of yours. Silly mommy. It’s okay, you just lay there and take everything that I give you. That’s it, take it baby.”

making him praise himself while i fuck him

having him on all fours in front of a mirror while i give it to him from the back. i keep a hand in his hair so i can make him look up and watch us. i tell him that he's such a good boy, isn't he, and at first he just nods, maybe blushing lightly, but then i start going faster and harder. he closes his eyes and i tug on his hair to remind him to look at himself. "say it baby, say 'i'm a good boy'". and he does, whispering between panting breaths. and i go even harder and faster to reward him. "that's it baby, you take it so well don't you?" and he agrees and repeats my words because he understands it'll allow him to feel more of my strap. he'd agree to anything i say. he sounds so pretty talking like this

Baby boys with a praise kink are so adorable! You can literally see the sparkle in their eyes when you tell them that they are a good boy.

They get so squirmy and excited, covering their faces with their hands and getting all flustered while whispering thank you mommy.

Oh, and by the way, if you call them such good boy, they might start grinding on your thighs, so be aware of that.

And if they are super shy and in a super good mood and you call them my good baby boy and get a little possessive over them and shower them with attention, you might end up with a moaning mess underneath you.