I Have A Dog Collar Yet I Feel Nothing

desperately want to get high but too afraid to try any drugs

you're just gotta accept like i did that you're horny for plants now like a good floret, sorry not sorry

okay so guys how do I get hdg out of my head, like actually, the plants are in my brain, please I don't want to be horny for plants

i need to hump my partners leg as i put my face in their bulge. smelling them as the get worked up looking at me getting so dumb off their musk. i wanna be a good puppy for my girlfriend and let them fuck my throat as they give me headpats

i can believe i'm actually saying this about erotica, but the human domestication guide universe gives me hope and comfort no other media has. thank you everyone in the community yall mean the world <3

This is gonna sound obvious but stick with me (again)

Your submissive deserves to be rewarded for their submission

Dont grow so comfortable in your dominance that you forget youre being given the gift of obedience

Dont make the mistake of taking your submissives obedience forgranted

Reward them, praise them, hurt them if they like being hurt, degrade them if they like being degraded, treat them how they want to be treated

Your time and attention is a gift you can give over and over again, so give it often, show them you care for them

Treasure them

Thats how you keep them

i'm a dumb whore and i approve this message

dumb is cute

dumb is so cute

dumb is suuuuuper cute

be dumb

A segment from the hdg fic im writing.

tws for ego death as well as normal hdg stuff.

A floret stares out the window. No thoughts run through their mind, only empty, blissful pleasure at anything and everything. The thing can’t tell where “I” begin and Nova ends, or even if an “I” or an “we” exist. There is no panic or shock, only pleasure. Something can’t tell if it likes this. That fact brings pleasure to the trembling body.

Something look outside. There are florets and their affini walking in the nearby park. There are rows and rows of pretty flowers. The ember sky paints everything in gorgeous yellows and oranges. In the tree closest to the hab there is a blue bird. An affini grabs it and puts it in a cage. They give it to their pet. The floret plays with it gently.

Something sings “Just like that blue bird...” It is out of tune and off-beat. The words are slurred to incomprehensibility. That’s a big word that A thing forgot the meaning of. It must not be important.

An affini and their floret are playing with a beautiful blue bird in a cage. The blue contrasts the reddening false sky of the hab ring.

Something sings “Just like that blue bird.” It took several seconds to get it out, although time is now meaningless. Only bliss remains in the thing’s head.

A floret pets a blue bird. If something could focus, it might be able to hear it chirping. Focus doesn’t exist now.

Something sings “blue bird.” It takes more and more effort to speak. There is no need to speak, the only thing that it needs to do is be a good pet for mistress.

A blue bird.

Something moans in tune to a song that was once its favourite. The concept of “favourites” left its mind a long time ago.

Blue bird.

He got his release. Something will not, and it knows it won’t in a deep part of their brain kept locked down by the xenodrugs.

And then, there was nothing. There doesn’t need to be anything. There was only happiness, unending and infinite. And something saw that it was good.

trans women will see "floret" and instantly hit reblog

you can domesticate a trans girl by putting your thumb on her tongue

:3 :3

Reblog with a :3 to get called a cute little floret in your asks

(If you don’t have anonymous asks on I’ll have to use my main)