You know what’s messed up? People make fun of women for reading romance novels in which men are kind, chivalrous and sexually generous to the women they love, but men watching violent hardcore porn where women choke on dicks is considered normal, and ‘shaming’ someone for it is considered more taboo than the porn itself.
And women reading romance novels has certainly yet to lead to a culture where men are considered lesser if they don’t emulate the men in the pages.
I wonder the fuck why.
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Its been fun guys
Thanks for accepting me for so long, looks like we are going solo now so play hard plan smart and live a life worth talking about also be nice to strangers
Holy shit I’ve never put these two things together before now
This is literally what I wrote my masters’ dissertation on.
GUYS THEY FIGURED OUT THE ROMAN CONCRETE RECIPE THAT MAKES IT IMMUNE TO SEAWATER
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I KNOW RIGHT?!???
I can’t help but feel this is one of those things where we had actual documents saying “it was done with this and this”, and some old rich white guys looked at it and went “oh mirth, the ancients were so silly. They probably wrote this basic stuff down and the actual builders had Secret Techniques we need to Discover”
For a long time, archeologists didn’t know how greek women did their high-piled braids and hair. There was a word that translated to “needle” in the descriptions. They went, “seems like we’ll never know.” Then a hairdresser took a fucking needle (big needle) and did the fucking thing you do with needles, which is sew - and by sewing the braids into place, she replicated ancient styles.
The Egyptians had diagrams of construction steps for their pyramids. Archeologists went “oooh, ancient primitive people, how they do this?” LITERALLY MYTHBUSTERS OR THE OLD DISCOVERY CHANNEL or someone went “what if we did the thing the pictures said they did” AND GUESS FUCKING WHAT. GUESS FUCKING WHAT.
Also that thing with native Americans saying squirrels taught them how to get sap for maple syrup, and colonizers going “that’s a myth sweaty”
Sincerely, if the scientists had to do actual analysis like spectroscopy or whatever, kudos, and no flame. But swear to god, if all these years, we’ve had the recipes and there was just this fuckin institutional bias against just TRYING THE THING THEY SAID WOULD WORK, HELLFIRE AND DEMENTIA.
In this case, it was more they had roman writings saying what went into it but figured there was some secret because when they followed roman recipes it never turned out quite right.
Because the sources left by Romans always just said to mix with water. Because, if you were a Roman??? Obviously you knew that you used seawater for cement. Duh. That’s so obvious that they never really bothered specifying that you use seawater to mix it, because it wasn’t necessary, everyone knew that.
But then the empire fell, other empires rose and fell, time passed, and by the time we were trying to reconstruct the formula the ‘mix the dry ingredients with seawater’ trick had been forgotten, until chemical analysis finally figured it out again.
It’s sort of like the land of Punt, a ally of Egypt that’s mentioned all the time, but we don’t actually know where it was located. Because it isn’t written down anywhere. Why would they write it down? It’s Punt. Everyone knew where Punt was back then. It’d be ridiculous to waste the ink and space to specify where it was, every child knows about Punt.
3000 years later and we have no damned clue where it was, simply because at the time it was so blindingly obvious that it was never written down.
So moral of story is be specific
I was thinking it was stupid that they didn’t specify seawater but then I had the thought that we don’t specify to use chicken eggs in baking because DUH so we just write eggs
2000 years in the future people are going to be making scrambled fish eggs and crying bc the ancient recipes make no sense
How to sweet-talk your Princess…
Some of these are things Daddy has said to me, others are things I want him to say…
-Come sit on Daddy’s lap, tell Daddy all about your day.
-Princess, you’ve been such a good girl that you get two spoonfulls of ice-cream BEFORE dinner - let Daddy feed you.
-Daddy has run you a bubblebath, while Daddy washes you you’re going to tell me a story.
-And how are (insert stuffie names) today, Princess?
-Princess, you look like a bed Angel!
-Why aren’t you smiling, babygirl? What can Daddy do to turn that frown upside down?
-Princess you don’t need to do that, Daddy will do it for you.
-Princess, have you been a goid girl today, are you ready for a reward?
-Princess, would you like Daddy’s lollipop covered in ice-cream for dessert?
-Time to go to the beach for a walk, babygirl, put your shoes on and let Daddy do them up.
-Princess, no morning shenanigans… (an hour later), Oh, hlgoodddghjjhvggg yeessssss Princess ♡♡♡
-Daddy is here with you, Princess.
-Daddy knows what you like, Babygirl, and you deserve it, alll of it; two hours of Spongebob cartoons!
-Princess, Daddy knows you’ve been a bit flat lately, so Daddy bought you some new stickers :)
-No, Princess, a choc-chip muffin isn’t dinner… oh, Princess, no pouting…
-Daddy wants his Babygirl!
-Daddy loves it when you wiggle and giggle, you cheeky little girl.
-Pretty, pretty, Princess… Daddy can’t help it, Daddy needs to touch you everywhere, babygirl.
-Stay still for Daddy, Princess, and let Daddy make Kitty feel good.
-God, good girl, Princess, Daddy likes that so much!
-Princess! There is glitter everywhere! Come help clean Daddy.
-Princess, it’s time to build a blanketfort and watch Hercules; yes, you can sing as loudly as you want!
-Princess, well done, you know every word!
-Daddy’s lap is cold, come warm it up, Princess.
-Princess, Daddy would like to brush your hair, come sit on my lap and bring your brush.
-Princess, it’s bedtime; you go snuggle up with Whiteybear and Daddy will warm up your heat packs and bring you two pieces of chocolate.
-Princess, Daddy’s taking you on an adventure! (45 minutes later), Welcome to Teddybear world! Princess, that’s a very happy wiggle!
-Princess, Daddy’s home early and wants to spend some time colouring with you.
-Daddy’s going to feed you tonight, little one. You need Daddy to cut up all your nomnoms into little pieces and pop them each in your little mouth one by one.
-Princess, never be embarrassed around Daddy, Daddy loves you unconditionally.
-Princess, to Daddy, you are Perfect.
Need this 🙈🙊
If you’re becoming a daddy dom, here are a few tips for your DD/lg relationship
I’m writing this post because I know there are a lot of new daddies. I am a little and I have been in DD/lg relationships before. But my current daddy is a newbie to the whole dynamic. So this post is just a few things that you can do for your little!
1. Hold her hand while crossing the street, watching a scary movie or…just because.
2. Leave loving notes all over the place to surprise and delight your littles’ heart.
3. Brush her hair, help her bathe (bubble baths preferably), treat her stuffed animals like living creatures and talk with them.
4. Know all her stuffies’ names.
5. Punish misbehavior with time outs, spankings and occasionally make her write out an apology or things like “I won’t sneak a cookie before dinner” (50 times is good).
6. Take her to fun places that appeal to her inner little. Places like the zoo, a kids movie, build-a-bear, the swings at the park, an aquarium, or of course, the Disney store.
7. Reward good behavior with treats and kind words of encouragement.
8. Never lose your temper just because you are having a “bad day”.
9. Know all of her favorite foods, allergies, and all of her favorite things; whether it be color, hair bows, dress, or stuffies.
10. Bedtime routines. If you’re going to do something, make sure (if circumstances allow) that you do it everyday without fail. If you stop doing something you always did before, it makes the little feel as though they’ve done something wrong to lose that treat. Examples: brushing her hair, reading her a story, or just tucking her in at night.
11. A good Daddy Dom does not make idle threats. If you threaten a consequence for a certain behavior you are looking to change, and do not carry through, not only will the little not learn to break the habit, but they will take your threats with a grain of salt. Also, it may make the little feel unimportant if a consequence is not followed through with.
12. Always spend time reassuring your little of your love after a consequence. They need this assurance, and the knowledge that you still love and care for them. Aftercare is incredibly important. After all…this relationship is built upon trust.
13. Send your little a text message (or many) throughout the day if you must be apart. It warms their little heart!
14. Surprise her with a new stuffie from time to time. Maybe if they are down or are sick. Flowers and a stuffie is sure to brighten her/his day.
15. Watch a Disney movie of her choosing with her. And it doesn’t hurt to know her favorite one…and all the songs from it. Mine is Tarzan or Wreck it Ralph… in fact… they’re all my favourite.
16. All boo-boos, whether scratches, bruises and scrapes need to be looked after by her Daddy. Nothing makes a little feel safer and totally cared for than having a feel-better kiss, or their Daddy getting them a cool band-aid (Hello Kitty works well). Be sure to lavish them with lots of TLC!
17. If your little makes you something: no matter how big or small, you should always make them feel like their creation is cherished. Hang it up, save a pic on your phone so they see you like it and plan to look back at it…anything at all. Nothing is sadder than a pretty picture, colored with love and care, that is left sitting and collecting dust, and then forgotten.
18. If your little is in a playful, youthful mood (and you are not), do not roll your eyes, get mad or yell. Simply and calmly tell them that Daddy is not feeling playful right now. Everyone can’t be fun and playful all the time. Littles understand that…even if upset about it at times. So tell them, and that way no one’s feelings get hurt, or feels like they did something wrong.
19. Aid the age play dynamic. Do such things as carrying, lifting, and reaching high places for your little. It helps them feel as though they are seen as vulnerable and protected. Also, asking things like, “Are you sure you don’t need Daddy’s help putting that straw in the juice box?”, or “Maybe I should do that, it’s a big job, too big for you.” It keeps the little feeling happy and loved.
20. Ask your little to sit on your lap from time to time. It’s an instant smile and a blush trigger. Other things also work like tying their shoes, brushing their hair or buckling their seatbelt.
These are all simple and spontaneous things that you can do to make your little beam with pride from the attention given to them.
Have a magical, sparkly day!
From - Daddy’s Princess.
Do yourself a favor. Learn to code. Here’s how.
I’ve said this to my non-techie friends countless times. It’s no secret that being able to code makes you a better job applicant, and a better entrepreneur. Hell, one techie taught a homeless man to code and now that man is making his first mobile application.
Learning to code elevates your professional life, and makes you more knowledgeable about the massive changes taking place in the technology sector that are poised to have an immense influence on human life.
(note: yes I realize that 3/5 of those links were Google projects)
But most folks are intimidated by coding. And it does seem intimidating at first. But peel away the obscurity and the difficulty, and you start to learn that coding, at least at its basic level, is a very manageable, learnable skill.
There are a lot of resources out there to teach you. I’ve found a couple to be particularly successful. Here’s my list of resources for learning to code, sorted by difficulty:
Novice
Never written a line of code before? No worries. Just visit one of these fine resources and follow their high-level tutorials. You won’t get into the nitty-gritty, but don’t worry about it for now:
w3 Tutorials (start at HTML on the left sidebar and work your way down)
Intermediate
Now that you’ve gone through a handful of basic tutorials, it’s time to learn the fundamentals of actual, real-life coding problems. I’ve found these resources to be solid:
CodeAcademy - Ruby, Python, PHP
Difficult
If you’re here, you’re capable of building things. You know the primitives. You know the logic control statements. You’re ready to start making real stuff take shape. Here are some different types of resources to turn you from someone who knows how to code, into a full-fledged programmer.
Programming problems
Sometimes, the challenges in programming aren’t how to make a language do a task, but just how to do the task in general. Like how to find an item in a very large, sorted list, without checking each element. Here are some resources for those types of problems
Web Applications
If you learned Python, Django is an amazing platform for creating quick-and-easy web applications. I’d highly suggest the tutorial - it’s one of the best I’ve ever used, and you have a web app up and running in less than an hour.
I’ve never used Rails, but it’s a very popular and powerful framework for creating web applications using Ruby. I’d suggest going through their guide to start getting down-and-dirty with Rails development.
If you know PHP, there’s an ocean of good stuff out there for you to learn how to make a full-fledged web application. Frameworks do a lot of work for you, and provide quick and easy guides to get up and running. I’d suggest the following:
Conclusion
If there’s one point I wanted to get across, it’s that it is easier than ever to learn to code. There are resources on every corner of the internet for potential programmers, and the benefits of learning even just the basics are monumental.
If you know of any additional, great resources that aren’t listed here, please feel free to tweet them to me @boomeyer.
Best of luck!
I’d also like to add some more specialized resources!
Video games:
Easy game engines (virtually no coding):
- Game Maker Studio (2D; free and paid versions)
- GameSalad (2D)
- RPG Maker (2D; numerous versions ranging from free to $69.99)
- Stencyl (2D; free and paid subscription versions)
- Scratch (good for kids and is more general; 2D; free)
More difficult game engines:
- Unity (lots and lots of platforms; C# and JavaScript script; 2D, 3D, VR; free and paid versions)
- Unreal (specializes in graphics; C++ and visual script; 2D, 3D, VR; free with a royalty on successful products)
- CryEngine (Lua script; 3D; paid subscription and full license versions)
Mobile game development:
- Corona (free and paid subscription versions)
- SpriteKit (2D) and SceneKit (3D) which are built into the official compiler to create iOS apps (see iOS apps for more resources)
- also all of the above game engines (cross-platform)
Game console development:
- Game Maker Studio (with a paid subscription)
- Unity
- Unreal
- CryEngine
Note that games can also be created on more general platforms like iOS and Android apps, but the resources listed above are specialized for game development.
iOS apps:
In order to develop iOS apps, you’ll need to purchase an iOS developer program membership for $99 a year, which requires an Apple account. Here are some general resources:
- Xcode (the official IDE for iOS apps; can be installed on OS X)
- Start Developing iOS Apps Today (Objective-C)
- Ray Wenderlich iOS tutorials (Objective-C and Swift)
- Code School: Try iOS (Objective-C)
- Developing iOS 8 Apps (2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7; Swift)
- TutorialsPoint: iOS Tutorial (Objective-C)
- How to Make iPhone Apps With No Programming Experience (Swift)
- Swift Tutorial: Building an iOS Application (2, 3)
iOS apps are developed in the 2 official languages of Apple: Objective-C and Swift, the latter of which is newer and generally much easier to learn.
Objective-C resources:
Swift resources:
- the official documentation
- The Swift Programming Language (free official e-book)
- Swift: A Quick Reference Guide
Xcode also has SpriteKit, SceneKit, and Metal built in, all of which are incredibly useful for creating apps that require elaborate graphics, particularly games.
SpriteKit resources:
- How to Make a Game Like Candy Crush With Swift (2)
- Sprite Kit Swift Tutorial
- Create Space Invaders with Swift and Sprite Kit
- iOS SpriteKit Physics Tutorial in Swift
- Build the Game of Life (Swift)
SceneKit resources:
- Scene Kit Tutorial: Getting Started (Swift)
- An Introduction to SceneKit (2; Swift)
Metal resources:
- the official documentation + other resources (Obj-C)
- iOS 8 Metal Tutorial with Swift (2, 3)
- Getting Started With Metal (Obj-C)
- An introduction to 3D graphics with Metal in Swift
Also, in order to publish iOS apps, you’ll have to juggle certificates, app ids, and provisioning profiles. This process can be convoluted at times so here are some resources:
- How to Submit Your App to Apple: From No Account to App Store (2)
- Beginner Tutorial: iOS Certificates & Provisioning Profiles
Android apps:
In order to develop Android apps, you’ll need to register as a developer for a one-time fee of $25. Here are some general resources:
- Android Studio (the official IDE for Android app development; free; can be installed on Windows, OS X, and Linux)
- the official documentation
- Getting Started
- Android Tutorial For Beginners (2, 3)
- Learn Android SDK From Scratch
- Introduction to Android Development With Android Studio
Android apps are developed in Java and the layout is coded with XML.
Java resources:
- W3schools: Java Tutorial series
- TutorialsPoint: Java Tutorial
- Core Java Tutorial
XML resources:
- W3schools: XML Tutorial series
- TutorialsPoint: XML Tutorial
For publishing (which is somewhat easier than publishing iOS apps):
3D modeling/animation:
- Blender (can also be used to create games; Python script; free and open-source; can be installed on Windows, OS X, and Linux)
- Maya (specialized script; free trial, free 3-year student subscription, and paid subscription versions; can be installed on Windows, OS X, and Linux to an extent)
- 3ds Max (Python script; free trial, free 3-year student subscription, and paid subscription versions; can be installed on Windows and OS X)
- RenderMan (specialized script; free for non-commercial/educational use and pay-per-license for commercial use; can be installed on Windows, OS X, and Linux)
Misc. resources:
Stack Overflow is an ask-and-answer community for programmers. It’s amazing and will save your life. Sign up and don’t be afraid to ask for help.
Github offers a student pack (here) if you create an account and prove you’re a student. This gives you free access to a bunch of great programming resources for free for a certain period of time, such as Unreal Engine. Also, Github in general is a site that you can host your code on. Other users can see it, and “fork” it to make a copy of your code and modify it.
Parse is a backend service that allows you to store data in databases it hosts on its own servers. It lets you use push notifications, create users, store and retrieve data, etc. It’s compatible with iOS apps, Android apps, Windows apps, Xamarin, React, Unity, OS X, Windows, JavaScript, PHP, .net, Arduino, and Embedded C. It’s free up to a certain limit that depends on the services you use.
Cloud9, Codebox, and Squad are online IDEs that allow for real-time collaboration and support a variety of languages, so they’re useful for team projects.
And some general advice:
- Your program will not work right away, 99% of the time. That’s okay. Do your best to figure out where the error is. Here is some advice on debugging (written for PHP but the methods can be generalized).
- If you’re stuck, Google. Google like there’s no tomorrow.
- Ask questions on a community like Stack Overflow.
- For that matter, browse relevant Stack Overflow questions. You can probably find some solutions there.
- Don’t be afraid to copy and paste.
- Take breaks sometimes if you’re getting burned out. But don’t stay away from your projects for too long or you’ll lose track of its status.
- Backup your code. On the cloud, on a USB drive, wherever. If your IDE has a backing up feature like snapshots, use it whenever you hit a milestone.
- If your project is big, split it up into milestones and set goals. Don’t tackle everything at once.
Like the OP said, coding isn’t just for professionals and “geeks” anymore. Anyone can learn it if you really try, and with the rapidly expanding tech industry, learning coding can really broaden your opportunities.
If any of the links are broken, or you have a question or some information/resources to add, you can contact me through the askbox or the OP through his Twitter (as mentioned in his post).
If you’re interested, try some of these out and best of luck!
Great work expanding on my humble list to include a much fuller collection of resources for learning how to code! Cheers!
push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise.
push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable.
get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else.
stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything.
buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.
buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small.
strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full.
organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle.
have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck.
push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog.
message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through.
think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything.
become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends.
lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you.
This is all really good advice for dealing with long term depression and anxiety. It’s not gonna magically cure you, but I’ve pushed myself to incorporate a few of these things into my day to day routine and it helps
“It’s painful, Sir”
“I know it is”
When He acknowledges the unpleasant sensation
And keeps on going.
“take a deep breath now”
When He not only sees my pain, but guides me through it.
“I can see how much you want to please me”
When He shows me how He cherishes my pain.
Not by backing off or slowing down, but by letting me know He recognizes it. that He sees the gift of my pain.
“that’s my girl”
when He reminds me who owns me.
“I’m so proud of you”
and there’s a meaning to all of it.
His presence, our connection, bearing witness to my pain, accepting my gift …
All of these are REQUIRED to lead me to the orherside where the impossible becomes the “I’m Possible”
There is an art to breaking …
His Good bitch
I hear your keys at the door. You called ahead, and told me how you wanted me to be when you got home. I hold my breath as you open the door. I am ready.
I sit exactly where you have instructed me to. Naked, but for a black thong; collar adjusted with the link in the front; and tail attached to the thong; and me sitting down on my knees looking up to you. You walk forward and stroke my face.
“Good girl!”
I don’t speak but my happiness is clear. You know I will do whatever you like.
You clip a light leash to my collar and tell me to “Come.”
I follow you closely, moving carefully in the direction you suggest. It isn’t easy, but I keep up with your stride and you are pleased. You tell me to “Sit!” and I sit in front of you. You hold the leash tightly in your right hand and run your left hand over my breasts. You pull the leash upward and I sit up on the back of my ankles and lift my hands like paws. This makes you smile.
“Such a good girl! Stay!”
I hold this position as you look at me approvingly.
You release the leash and tell me to fetch. I go retrieve a plastic dog bone you’ve thrown. I pick it up in my teeth and return to sit beside you.
“Put down the bone and bark!”
I drop the dog toy at your feet and prepare to bark. I find this to be the hardest… it is awkward, but I know you like it. You like that I find it hard. It makes it better for you that I will do it anyway. I bark, first a little tentatively and then with more confidence.
You strike my bare ass… not hard, but to make a point. “Don’t hesitate next time.” I whimper, which you seem to like too.
I am on my hands and knees. You are rubbing my ass where you struck me, and you tell me again, “If you’re my dog, bark!” I bark this time correctly. You say it again, rubbing down past my ass to my pussy, pulling down and off the now moist thong.
“You’re a dirty little petgirl, aren’t you?” I stare up into your eyes.
“If you’re my dog, bark!” and I bark as both your arousal and mine are becoming clear.
You tell me to “Sit!” and I sit in front of you as you take down your pants and sit down in the chair. Like a dog, I jump towards you and rub my face in your crotch. As you adjust yourself forward, you say, “Lick girl!” and I start licking your cock from base to tip… all along the shaft. I lick in quick strokes, your balls, base, shaft and tip of your cock… “Good dog!” you say appreciating the sensation of my tongue against your skin. I would dearly love to suck your balls or cock into my mouth, but instead I prolong the experience and remain as a dog - your dog.
You tell me “Wag your tail” while I’m licking you, and I do my best to move my ass from left to right while continuing to lick you with long strokes. My tail swings from left to right. You smile in a satisfied way and make a “Mmmm” sound.
“Get down. Put your bone in your mouth.”
I do as you say, picking up the toy with my teeth and lips at the centre and holding it there in position. I look like the perfect dog, on all fours, wearing a thick centred collar, with a bone framed evenly by my lips. You line yourself up behind me and slide your hard cock into my wet pussy in one practised and hard thrust. I know I am to maintain the role of dog, obediently holding the bone in my mouth. I am to remember that I am not your equal, and this is a perfect reminder of my place.
“You’re my dog, and I am going to fuck you like a dog,” you say, thrusting deeper and with a regular deep and smooth pattern. You are in your own head and enjoying the feeling of being inside me. I whimper appreciatively, and respond by holding my position as firmly as I can, giving you my warm, tight pussy to enjoy.
I hold the bone in my teeth and I press back towards you making the penetration into me complete. At the end of each thrust you are so deep in me. You grip my hips hard with your hands continuing the pounding you are giving your petgirl. I hold the bone tightly in my teeth, moaning.
“Do you like being my dog?” You repeat this question with shifting emphasis on the words… each one punctuating a deep thrust into my wet pussy. I press myself back against you vigourously, to increase the depth in me.
“Do. You. Like. Being. My. Dog.”
It isn’t even a question, just a series of deep thrusts with an accompanying tight grip on my hips and occasional other murmuring from you. It’s hot and rings in my head in the most arousing way.
Your thrusting and the motion of my hips is becoming hyp-no-tic. There is a growing intense numbness in my pussy and clit, and I am getting lost in the sensation. I know you will want me to maintain my role. At first I whimper a little, and as my whimper turns into a moan - I drop the bone and I bark once.
This is greeted with a low groan from you and a quickening of your thrusting deep in me. I can feel your balls also slapping against me creating a very pleasing sensation in my clit.
“Whimper,” you say, “whimper for me, bitch.”
I whimper as close to perfectly as I can as you drive yourself into me; but it’s getting harder and harder to remain in pet character. The feeling of your cock in me is causing every nerve in my pussy to come alive. I feel you so deep and imagine the way I look with collar and leash; and the whole thing makes my head spin. The feeling of your hands on my hips, the deep grind into me and the words you are saying… the whole scene builds me to an explosion of orgasm. I can feel my pussy spasm and contract around your cock.
As I cum I try to remember to bark for you. It’s what you’ve instructed me to do. “If you’re going to cum, petgirl, you need to bark!” I do my best. The sound is part “ruff!” and part guttural moan.
“Oh, good girl,” you mumble, “good girl!”
And then I can’t help myself, I say “I like being your dog. I love you.”
You pull my body tight to yours and buck as you begin to pump cum deep into my pussy. “Ugh,” you groan, “You’re a perfect shameless fucking slut dog!”
You hold yourself still and deep in me for a moment and I feel elation. In addition to you giving me physical pleasure in this experience, it is not a cliché to say that it gives me great satisfaction and gratification to know you take such pleasure in my body AND my obedience to your desires. I want you to think of me as both your “perfect fucking slut dog” and your “good girl”, and you do.
You pull out and tell me, “Clean my cock, girl.” which I do immediately.
My hair is a mess; and my pussy is red and swollen, sticky and wet. I am your petgirl and I’m full of your cum.
You unleash me and order me to put on my thong and tail and crawl onto the bed. “I think I’ll take a picture of my dog and post it for everyone to see.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
#domesticcunt2
I tried for ages to find this story because it is so hot.
A very good girl
Oh wow! This is Perfect in every way.
Always reblog the perfect slut dog.
Ohh 🤤😳
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Aliens have invaded and are taking over. Their technology, intelligence, and power is unstoppable. They just didnt plan on one thing: The old gods returning.
When they first arrived, we were overjoyed. Proof that we weren’t alone in the universe, that there were other races to share and exchange technologies with! Their arrival brought about world peace - with other life forms out there, we needed to present a united front. World hunger and poverty was solved within a decade, a demonstration to our new friends that we were worthy of the responsibility of exploring the galaxy.
They disagreed.
They accessed our histories, they saw everything, and they recoiled in horror. They could not fathom the world we had created, and the solutions we had brought about not because it was the right thing to do, but to impress them.
They were not impressed. They told us, regret tinging the translators, that we could not be trusted as keepers of this world. The damage we had done was coming close to being irreparable, and for our own good they’d need to take over.
I have to say, I agreed – humans are terrible. But the funny thing about humanity is, even if something is right, if it means giving up our control, it is wrong.
We fought back.
At first we fought back democratically. This race that had descended from the stars was peaceful, never seeming to favour violence. We didn’t think they’d start killing indiscriminately. We didn’t think they’d take inspiration from our own history books.
As with so many other things, we were wrong.
An extreme group of humans succeeded in ambushing and killing several of their high-ranking Xenos. Human lives were lost in the process, but the extremists saw that as a necessary sacrifice, a means to an end. The Xenos had been shown that we wouldn’t tolerate their kind here, that they should leave and let us get on with things how we always have.
Within days, war had been declared, and we learned why we should have tried harder. Had they decided to simply fight the moment they touched down, to systematically advance and wipe out every human life they came across, we wouldn’t have stood a chance. Their weapons, armour, tactics, the sheer firepower and the size of their armies were beyond comprehension. Out of rage and grief, they marched over us, and began the slow process of wiping us out. Bullets couldn’t pierce their armour and shields, rockets fell to the ground lifeless, and even nuclear devices were somehow disabled mid-flight.
Still we fought back. Humans never have figured out how to give up when all hope is lost.
There was no formal resistance of rebellion, we simply gathered, fought, and survived where we could. When something new happened, it took weeks, months, to reach every last survivor.
And then, something unbelievable happened.
Stories started filtering through to the pockets of us in hiding, strange stories – a freak electrical storm in Greece that appeared from a clear blue sky and wiped out a thousand of them in less than 15 minutes; Xenos impaled on braches of rare trees, some kind of grisly warning that we chalked up to particularly violent survivors in that area; whole armies frozen to death because the temperature around them had dropped too quickly for their environmental suits to keep up with. Freak weather patterns that worked in our favour, violent survivors, terrain they couldn’t navigate. That’s what we told ourselves when the stories filtered through.
But then they got weirder. There were stories of Xenos being swallowed by the ground itself. A pack of wolves, larger than anything ever before seen appeared from a crack in a mountain range to storm through an encampment and kill every last Xenos. There was a massive surge in the number of corvids around the world, and they always seemed to congregate where the Xenos were thickest… days before something killed everything. Then they’d vanish, and more corvids would appear somewhere else. Harbingers, just like the old tales.
One day a massive seafaring vessel chasing a fishing trawler was pulled under the water – no reefs or icebergs in the area, and the sea mines had long been disarmed and deactivated. I spoke to a man who had been in the sloop running from the Xenos ship, and he swore blind the Kraken had got it, the tentacles alone bigger than the tiny boat he’d been huddled on. He shuddered and drank too much, and I put it down to hallucinations caused by a bad batch of moonshine. There was no such thing as monsters.
Then we heard about warriors. We heard about chariots, of all things, chasing down whole platoons of Xenos in Egypt, chariots so bright it felt like staring into the sun; a huge hound with three heads was spotted in Greece, a man in shadows and a woman of light removing the leash as Xenos advanced on them; a woman showed up in Iceland standing head and shoulders above the tallest man there, with an army of her own. They didn’t seem to fall in battle, and pushed the Xenos back, fighting with sword and shield and spear, a fury that our alien invaders couldn’t match.
Humanoid creatures with eyes of fire supposedly began granting wishes over in Syria, as long as your wish was for them to kill your enemies. There were sightings in Ireland of pure white horses, horses that once ridden wouldn’t let you off, that dragged people into bogs and rivers. Tales came out of brazil of monstrously large snakes, sometimes with the faces of women, dragging aliens into the gloom of the rivers and rainforests.
But there’s no such thing as monsters.
I finally believed when I saw three women facing down the largest army of Xenos I’d ever come across – at least twelve thousand by my counting. I’d been running from a scouting party, and when I stumbled out of the treeline onto a road I realised they’d chased me right into the path of the oncoming horde.
The moment you face your death is a strange one. Everything felt calm except the thundering of my pulse in my ears, and the crows that seemed to come from nowhere to blot out the sun.
Then three women strolled into the road in front of me, placing themselves between me and the advancing army. A young woman, barely out of girlhood; someone who could have easily been my mother; and a woman so old she was almost bent double. It was the oldest who strode towards the mass of Xenos without any fear, leading the other two towards their deaths, and the din of the crows got louder.
The youngest one glanced my way and smiled playfully, and something from my grandmother’s tales made me flatten myself to the ground, hands clamped firmly over my ears.
The scream started low, in the back of the old woman’s throat, travelling through the ground and making every bone in my body shudder with the vibration. Realisation began to dawn on me as Maiden and Mother joined in with their Crone, and the scream climbed to a crescendo that could have shattered glass. Even with my hands tight over my ears it pierced me to my core, a screaming agony that made me want to curl in on myself and die.
I survived because it wasn’t meant for me.
The Xenos, however, felt the full force of the rage these women contained. An entire planet’s worth of grieving poured out of them in this shriek, rooting their enemies to the ground with the difference in tone and pitch between these three women telling their stories.
The mother stood tall and resolute, screaming her grief at these invaders, a mother mourning all of her children.
The crone’s low snarl was that of war. Weary of the fighting but always ready to defend what’s hers, she growled her challenge, and the Xenos couldn’t stand against it.
The maiden was hope, the only act of defiance in a world on the edge of ruin. When everything was dust, when the last stragglers of humanity were contemplating giving up, she was the hope that kept them fighting.
Part of me wondered how many shirts they’d washed, how many rivers they’d wept together, before standing up and saying “no more.”
The scream stopped abruptly, leaving me feeling like the breath had all been sucked out of me, a void in the air around me that rushed back in and filled my lungs with a long, shuddering gasp.
I opened my eyes to carnage. The Xenos had died where they’d stood, their organs haemorrhaging, what passed for blood pouring from every orifice, their eyes turning to liquid in their skulls. Bodies were everywhere, and the crows circling overhead had fallen silent, uninterested in the feast this must have surely been for them.
The Morrigan was one woman now, ageless and terrifying.
“Get up, child.” She commanded, and I had no choice but to obey, trembling legs pushing me to my feet. She reached out a hand, and gently wiped a trail of blood away from my ear. “Did you really think we’d abandoned you?” She murmured, and the crows descended, carrying her to the next battle.
Monsters are real, and some of them look like people. But the Gods are also real, and they still believe in us.
So I’m still fighting, and my battle cry is full of hope.
Wow… I have no words. This is just magnificent.

