🕑 Added 2024-10-06 01:21:34 +0000 UTC
Custom: Breeding Pet
Tonight’s session was something that took us both to a new place. The “breeding” scenario is a somewhat secret kink of mine, but honestly, it’s not something my Master was ever really into or curious about. This was the first time we fully dived into it.
I was already dripping with anticipation before the session even began. The thought of being rented out, of being nothing more than a breeding pet for a strange man, was enough to have me worked up all morning. My mind kept racing, picturing how my body would be presented, how I would be stripped, used, and left ready for my next owner. I was so in my head about it that when it was time to present myself, I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. The moment Master looked at me, I knew I was already his completely. Every inch of me was on display, especially my ass, which I take so much pride in. I’ve been training it hard, and I love showing it off for him. He appreciates it, too — I can always see it in his eyes when I bend over, presenting it like the good slut I am.
When I slowly stripped off the gray dress, teasing him with each movement, it felt like I was peeling away layers of my control until I was left with only my mask, collar, stockings, and heels. Those final pieces — especially the heavy collar — ground me in my submission. It’s as if everything else disappears, and all that remains is my role, my purpose. And today, that purpose was clear: I was a breeding pet, not just for Master but for someone else, too. The thought of being rented out like that, being passed from one man to another for my body, was intoxicating. The vulnerability of it, the complete surrender to being used for breeding, made my whole body tingle with arousal.
Master began preparing me, caressing my skin, letting his hands glide over every curve of my body. I love it when he touches me like this, mixing gentleness with control. His hands were firm but tender, showing me that while I was to be used, I was still cherished in his own way. That combination — being manhandled but also caressed with care — hits me every time. It’s part of what makes submission so satisfying for me. I don’t just want to be fucked; I want to be shown that I am valuable, even as a slut, even as a pet.
As the session continued, I could feel myself slipping into subspace. I was his to use, and that’s all that mattered. I loved the way he looked at me, like I was some prized possession, a perfect pet being groomed for someone else. I begged him, called myself his breeding pet, told him how much I needed to be filled. And though this wasn’t his usual kink, I could tell how much it turned him on to see me like this, so eager, so completely lost in the moment. He fucked me hard, driving into me over and over, and the feeling of his cock inside me made everything else fade away. My mind was only on him, on the pleasure, on being used for exactly what I was made for.
I loved every second of it. I loved how his hands gripped my body, how he pushed me down and made me suck his dick, how he made sure I knew my place. And then, when he came inside me, filling me up, it felt like the final confirmation that I was exactly what I was meant to be — his breeding pet. The creampie was hot, but it was also a little scary in that thrilling way I crave. The thought that I could be pregnant now, that this could be the moment everything changes, adds such a delicious layer of risk to the fantasy. It makes the entire scenario that much more intense.
After Master was done with me, he led me to the cage. I was still covered in his cum, still coming down from the high of being bred. The thin metal bars of the cage felt cool against my skin as I knelt inside, waiting to be claimed by someone else. There’s something so final, so humbling, about ending a session like this in my cage. It’s not just about the physical submission; it’s a mental reminder of my role, my place in this dynamic. I’m here to serve, to be used, and to wait for my next owner. > Lou: Master may still not have a breeding kink, but by the end, I could tell he enjoyed this experience just as much as I did. Maybe it was the way my body has been shaping up, or maybe it was seeing me so eager, so hungry for his attention. Either way, I think we both discovered something new about ourselves tonight. I’ve always loved the risk, the thrill of being bred, but seeing Master embrace it, too, made it all the more intense.
Now, I’m left wondering… Did I get pregnant? The thought still lingers in the back of my mind, making the memory of the session even hotter. And I can’t stop thinking about that other man, about being ready and waiting for him in my cage. There’s so much anticipation still building, even after it’s all over. But that’s the thing about this dynamic. It never really ends, does it? The scene might be finished, but the feelings, the submission, the sense of being owned — it stays with me, keeps me in that space long after the session is done.
Tonight, I’m going to bed feeling satisfied but also craving more. Being a breeding pet has always been one of my deepest fantasies, and now that it’s real, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let it go. It’s not just about being fucked or bred; it’s about being used for something bigger, something more meaningful. And I can’t wait to see where that leads us next.
