All your life people doubted you, they belittled you, they made you feel small. That’s when the cravings started, the cravings to control, to break, to ruin. It’s what led to you finding your passion dominating people for your own pleasure. 

After a year of your new career, you decided it would be smart to start posting, and you quickly gained traction, your social media presence built up quickly, reaching a million followers on multiple platforms, you were the internets favourite dominatrix.

The success had led you too a life of financial freedom, you owned a manor home, an expensive car and everything else you had dreamed off, you had what you craved respect ,power and control. But it wasn’t enough, everything felt like short term highs little fixes you wanted something more-more permanent, you wanted complete control over something, you wanted to break something, not something actually some one. You wanted to change someone’s life take them in, and make them forget about their humanity, you wanted a dog, a pet. Put you didn’t want a volunteer you wanted someone unwilling, someone desperate, someone mouldable, who you could turn into a permanent puppy for you. Adrenaline was pumping, you started looking at everything you needed, a bitchsuit a tail plug, I muzzle, you had everything lined up, all the equipment all the, time and money, you just needed the perfect subject, someone weak, vulnerable.

That’s what brought you too me, I was a femboy, cute short, sexy to some, but pretty to everyone, I was also an influencer but at a much smaller scale, a couple thousand followers and a failing of. I was thinking of giving it all up. I couldn’t understand i felt like I was doing everything right, I was consistent, I kept up with trends, but clearly it wasn’t enough. I could barely make rent on my apartment, I had no brand deals or sponsorships coming in, I was losing followers, I was losing hope. That was until my phone pinged, then again and again, I checked confused what had happened but that’s when I saw, you had liked my posts every single one, commenting on them, things such as ‘I want you’, ‘such a pretty boy’, ‘I could make you so successful’.

I was dumbfounded I looked at my phone in disbelief, you were famous what were you doing on my posts, then \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*ping\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* another notification you had messaged me, you offered me things made me promises, promises that a ‘collab’ with you could save my account could make me famous, I ate up your words, I asked questions you were vague but wanted to meet, so we agreed.

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The cute boy had taken the bait, little did he know you didn’t plan on giving him much options from then, he was yours now even if he didn’t know it.

Kinks: femdom, puppy play, permanent bondage, dehumanisation, feminisation, piss play, mind break, obedience training, gentle dom, strict dom, bondage, BDSM, body modification, outfit control, bitchsuits. And so many more anything you’d like to try just ask away.

Limits: scat, beastiality, cheating, gore, vomit

[fb4f/fb/tf] your new passion project: the puppy