Shocking...
hello my loves!! im back from the dead, hehe. evil, evil things happened in the google doc where i wrote this. yippee!
jester x puppy reader xoxo
warnings: MDNI, smut, jester x puppy reader, AFAB gender neutral reader, puppy sub reader, owner jester, mean jester, kinda dubcon-ish?, reader is a brat at first because they feel neglected, jester does NAWT play that, punishments, overstimulation, SHOCK COLLAR, vibrator, tentacle dick jester (ofc), lots of pet names, PIV, cervix fucking, degradation, mocking praise, condescending jester my beloved, sweet aftercare, reader has been conditioned grrr
WC: ~3.9k
Jester had pissed you off.
It was nothing new. As much as you adored your owner, the man was as infuriating as he was beautiful; though he’d been especially irritating as of late. And the worst part?
There was nothing you could do about it.
“Um, Jester?” you asked meekly, looking up at him from your little dog bed by his desk. He didn’t even glance at you, just continuing to read his stupid little book.
“Is there a reason you’re talking while I’m busy, my sweet?” he asked, his tone light and teasing. You clenched your jaw. Just ask. Just ask-
“Um, have I not been good lately?” you squeaked. As angry as you were, you couldn’t shake the innate fear you had of him, the overwhelming urge to be good.
Jester just hummed, flipping the page. “You’ve been very good for me, puppy. You always are. Why?” he asked. You glared at him, feeling your eye twitch.
You were always his good pet. You adored following his orders, letting him think for you, but recently, being good hasn’t gotten you anything.
“You promised me a treat today…” you mumbled, looking down as you clenched your jaw. Jester spared a glance up at you over his book, thoroughly entertained by your pouting.
“I did,” he agreed, before looking back down at his book. You growled softly, pushing yourself up to stand as you placed a hand on your hip. Jester just sighed, setting his book on the desk as he crossed his legs, giving you a bored look.
“You haven’t let me cum yet this week,” you said, fighting the urge to squirm under his chilling gaze.
“Don’t you want to sit back down for me, puppy?” he cooed out, though you knew it was more a demand than a suggestion. You shook your head, crossing your arms with a small huff.
“I don’t,” you replied, your tone cautious yet firm. You knew you’d likely be punished, but you didn’t care right now. You were pent up, and Jester had been intentionally keeping his focus on other things, almost like he was waiting for you to break. “I want you to touch me,” you demanded. Jester scoffed out a laugh at your bold tone.
“And you think this is the way to get that?” he asked. You wrinkled your nose in displeasure.
“Being good didn’t get me what I wanted,” you retorted. You knew you were digging yourself a deeper and deeper hole, but you didn’t care. You were upset, and the closer you got to a full blown temper tantrum, the better you felt.
“I was going to reward you after I finished this chapter, but you can say goodbye to that now,” he hummed, giving a dismissive wave of his hand as he picked up his book. “I suggest you stop while that’s your only punishment, pet.”
You groaned, storming up and pushing his book out of his hands. “No!” you whined. You weren’t exactly sure what your goal was anymore, but you’d do anything that kept his gaze on you.
You let out a sharp whine as you felt him tug your leash hard enough to jerk your head forward, his face right in front of yours. You swallowed nervously as you caught sight of his narrowed gaze, his eyes glowing a hazy lavender in clear displeasure.
“Last chance,” he whispered, making you pause for a moment to really reevaluate your life choices. Unfortunately, you were just embarrassed enough to stick to your guns.
“Fuck you,” you scoffed, your eyes widening in fear before you could finish your sentence.
Jester didn’t look surprised at your outburst. In fact, the only indication he gave that he even heard it was a slight chuckle. He placed a hand on your chest, pushing you back softly as he tilted his head, a warm grin on his masked face. “Puppy,” he started, “the trunk under the bed. Grab it for me?”
You felt a chill go down your spine at his deceptively sweet tone. You stood in front of him for a moment, face full of confusion at his reaction. You mulled over it for a moment, still deciding whether to keep being a brat or to obey. You waited for too long however, Jester’s gaze dropping before he let a hand come up to your face, squeezing your cheeks almost painfully hard, forcing your expression into a pout.
“Grab it,” he hissed. You jumped, feeling him let you go as you skittered over to the bed. Kneeling down, you grabbed on to the trunk, pulling it out with a bit of effort. Bringing it to him, you waited patiently for instruction, like you usually did. Seeing his still irritated face though, you remembered, oh, right, I’m a brat right now.
“Happy?” you asked, raising a brow at him. His irritated expression morphed into one of slight amusement as he looked you over.
“Not at all. Come here,” he said, beckoning you over with two fingers. You trotted up to him, your conditioning and innate love for obeying him warring with the current brat attitude you were trying to keep up. You stood in front of him, wringing your hands out as you waited for him to speak. “Why are you being a brat, pet?” he asked, smoothing his hands along your waist, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
“I didn’t get what I wanted being good, so I’m trying something else,” you said haughtily, your response making him laugh in a condescending manner.
“And what is it that you want?” he asked.
“Attention,” you pouted.
Jester’s grip around your waist tightened as he tugged you closer, looking up at you through his eyelashes. You hissed in a breath. God, he was just so pretty.
“Trust me, pet, you’ve got it,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. You put your hands over his, keeping his touch firm on your skin. “You know I expect obedience from you,” he said in a low tone. You nodded. “You’ve never given me trouble before. Have I really been neglecting you so, my sweet puppy?” he asked, his tone mocking in that sweet way he always did to coax you into your puppy headspace.
Guilt began gnawing at you from the inside, months of conditioning causing your defiance to quickly crumble. He’s such a good owner. Why am I being a brat..?
“I-I just wanted your eyes on me,” you whimpered, giving into the haze clouding your mind. Jester smiled, humming softly.
“There’s my good puppy,” he cooed. “I like my good puppy more than I do my bratty puppy,” he said, standing up. His touch left your waist, making you whine, though this time you bit your tongue.
Jester knelt down, opening the trunk you were familiar with, though never allowed to touch outside of bringing it to him. It was where he kept all of his toys for you; ropes, gags, the occasional paddle when he was feeling especially sadistic. It was all organized neatly, so he could grab everything he needed without interrupting his playtime with you. He pulled out silk restraints, a gag with a dog bone shaped bit for you to bite on, a wand vibrator, a co-
“Is that a shock collar?” you squeaked, physically recoiling at the sight of it. Jester didn’t bother to glance back at you, despite how delicious your terrified expression would be.
“Puppies don’t talk, dear,” he cooed, the amusement in his tone obvious. Fear gripped you from the inside as he set it with the rest of the toys he was planning on using, closing the trunk. When the fuck did he even buy that-?
“I-I’m sorry owner I’ll be good, I swear, I-I’ll never do it again. I promise! I-I-” the bratty attitude was fully gone by now, instead replaced with terror. You continued babbling out apologies as Jester led the strap of the gag behind your head, shutting you up mid sorry-! as he forced the bone shaped silicone in your mouth. Unable to talk, you shook your head, accidentally throwing his hand off as he tried to tighten it.
“Listen,” Jester growled out, clearly at the end of his patience with you. “You wanted my attention, and instead of asking like a good puppy, you acted like a stray mutt. And this,” he seethed, unclipping the leather collar around your neck, making you cry out in despair, “is your punishment.” You felt Jester begin to tighten the shock collar around your neck, the metal prongs digging against the back side of your neck, far enough from anything major to not cause damage, but horrifying nonetheless. He attached your leash to the shock collar, giving it a tug as he grinned.
You let out a pitiful sound against the gag, almost a yip as Jester roughly pulled at your clothes, stripping you bare before tugging the leash again, practically dragging you to the bed. His usually soft movements were replaced with hard, rough ones, frustration bleeding through his every action.
“Bed,” he ordered shortly, helping you crawl into the bed so your shaky legs didn’t leave you sprawling on the floor. You settled against the pillows, watching him grab the purple silk ropes before grabbing your wrists, tying them together before looping the restraints around the top of the bed frame, keeping your arms up and out of the way. He set the remaining rope on his bedside table, grabbing the vibrator and plugging it in.
“This is how this is going to work, little one,” Jester said, turning the vibrator on and grinning as it whirred to life, the ominous buzz making you shift in your place on the bed. “Every time you cum without permission, you’re going to get a little shock. Every time you back-talk, you’re going to get a shock. Any time you break the rules, you’ll feel it,” he said calmly, crawling to sit between your spread legs on the bed. You nodded, looking up at him with big doe eyes, hoping your pitiful expression would warrant some kind of mercy.
You cried out feeling the harsh zap at your neck, recoiling from the pain that lingered. Jester let out a laugh, drinking in your distress. You quickly leaned towards him, face tilted up so he could remove the gag. He just grinned, tilting his head at you and your silent begging.
“Hm? Oh, no, puppy, keep chewing on your bone for me,” he cooed, smoothing down your hair with his free hand. You tilted your head at him in confusion, your brain clouded with fear and arousal. Maybe he’ll take it off when I need to ask permission..?
Another sharp whine tore from your throat, this time in pleasure as he placed the vibrator at your exposed cunt, rocking it against your clit. It was on its lowest setting, but it was powerful enough to have you panting, hips arching towards the pleasure. Jester grinned. “Mm, feels good, doesn’t it? Is my sweet puppy feeling good?”
You nodded, eyes squeezing shut as you lost yourself in the pleasure. Feeling another jolt of electricity shoot through you, this time stronger than the last, your eyes popped open. Jester’s face was closer now, his eyes looking between yours in pure amusement.
“You know you’re supposed to keep your eyes on me, pet,” he hummed out, his free hand cupping your face. As mean as he was being, he was still your owner, your safe space, so you couldn’t help the way you nuzzled into the warmth of his palm, the naive, trusting action making Jester’s heartbeat pick up. “Just keep those pretty eyes on me, darling. That’s all I need from you…”
The vibrator suddenly turned up, going to its medium setting. You fought the urge to let your eyes slip shut, tears of pleasure springing forth as your back arched, pressing you closer to the pleasure. Jester traced a thumb against your cheekbone as he studied you closely.
You risked a glance down, just for a millisecond, only to see a small remote held in the same large hand as the vibrator, no doubt controlling the collar. At your lapse in attention, the vibrations suddenly went to the highest setting, making your eyes roll back for a moment. You whined against the gag in your mouth, trying to warn Jester of your impending orgasm, already feeling the pleasure pool in your tummy.
“Hm? What is it, pup?” he asked, unable to hold back a small giggle as you fought behind the gag.
“I coass-” you tried, failing to say I’m close. Jester just shook his head, kissing his teeth in mock disappointment.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand you, puppy! Maybe try asking again?” he cooed out, his hand moving to the clasp of the gag. Your eyes lit up for a split second, thinking he was going to remove it. Instead, you felt the gag tighten more, forcing your mouth into an awkward position that teetered on painful. “Go on, ask again!”
“Aghhh-?” you whined as best you could, thighs twitching as you felt the pleasure at your cunt threaten to tip you over the edge. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, shaking your head pitifully, as if begging your body not to give in. That earned you another shock though, the pain radiating through you as you cried out, eyes shooting open as you gazed at Jester desperately.
“What’s wrong, puppy? C’mon, tell owner what’s wrong,” he cooed out, his deceptively sweet voice putting your defenses down for a split second. You moaned pitifully as you came, eyes rolling back as your hips rocked as close to the vibrations as they could.
A shriek tore from your throat, the shock collar activating once again during the height of your peak, lasting slightly longer than the previous shocks. The tears at your waterline spilled over, trailing down your face as the pleasure of the vibrator forced you to ride out your orgasm despite the lingering pain at your neck.
“That’s for interrupting me while I was busy, mutt,” Jester growled out, keeping the wand against your cunt as you were quickly pushed over into overstimulation. You looked up at him, sniffling softly as you tried to run from the pleasure. Jester nodded mockingly. “I know, I know. It doesn't feel good anymore, does it?” He cooed. You shook your head, whining. He let you nuzzle into his palm once again, allowing you to ground yourself just a bit amidst the intense stimulation wracking your body. “Don’t worry puppy, I know you have a few more in you for me. Just keep feeling good.”
You shook your head softly, giving him a pleading look, drool dripping from the gag in your mouth. Jester let out a short sound, almost sounding like a moan if you didn’t know any better. “Mn, keep looking that pretty for me and I’ll punish you more often,” he sighed out, jaw clenched as he took in every second of your punishment with sadistic glee.
He rolled the vibrator in circles around your clit, the friction mixed with the intense vibrations leaving you helpless as your second orgasm approached. You cried out in fear, already knowing what was going to happen. Still, you moaned against the gag, trying to warn him even if it was futile.
“Are you alright? You seem distressed,” he asked, tilting his head in mock confusion. “Come on, you’re such a big, grown up puppy. Use your words!” he encouraged. You bit down on the silicone in your mouth, groaning as you desperately tried to stave off your orgasm. Jester just kept talking, clearly getting off on the power he held over you. “Yeah, such a grown up puppy, using words like fuck you to your very caring, very loving owner. Do you even know what those words mean, angel?” he asked. You whined, thighs shaking as you came, the pleasure immediately being chased by an electric volt. You shivered, the feeling wracking down your body as the pain and pleasure blended together, to the point where you weren’t sure where one ended and the other began.
You didn’t get a second to catch your breath, the vibrations never once stopping. “Answer me, mutt. Do you know what those words mean?” you nodded, knowing this would only get worse if you lied. “And who taught my sweet puppy such foul words, huh?” You were barely registering his words at this point, instead panting hard as you tried to handle the pleasure. “You know, if it was up to me, the only words you’d know would be owner, thank you, and please. Maybe we can work on forgetting those other useless words next. Would you like that?” he asked. Your head lolled back, your body giving up the fight as you neared your neck orgasm. “Mm, I guess it doesn’t really matter. Your owner knows what's best, after all,” he hummed.
You felt his teeth nip just above the collar, taking advantage of your exposed neck. He kissed down the length of your neck, mouthing at your collarbone before sucking a dark mark against it, the possessive action forcing you over the edge for the third time.
Just like before, the collar around your neck activated, the pleasure assaulting your pussy warring against the pain from your neck. Jester chuckled into your neck as your body thrashed involuntarily, no longer able to keep up. He made sure to keep the wand firmly against you, making sure you were completely overstimulated.
Luckily, he took mercy, making sure you rode through your orgasm before turning the wand off, stopping the relentless pleasure. He set the wand to the side before unlooping your arms from the bedpost, letting them rest in front of you. You went limp as he untied you, his hands already nudging you into a different position. You trusted your owner, and you knew he’d place you how he wanted you.
After some positioning, you ended up with your face against the pillows, your ass in the air as your sopping cunt was left exposed. You felt Jester’s hands grip the meat of your hips, the tip of his cock already pressing into you. “Mm, what a good puppy, letting your owner use you even after being so mean,” he cooed, his voice a little shaky as your walls pulsed around him. Whether he was talking about you or him, you didn’t know, but you were too fucked out to really care.
You didn’t have the strength to rock back into him, instead letting him use you like a doll, simply moaning and whining underneath him, limp and spent. Just like he wanted you. His cock pressed in as far as your body would let him before heat spread through your core, his tip dribbling in aphrodisiac that quickly allowed him entrance to your cervix. You cried out. No matter how many times the two of you had done this, it always felt like the first time, especially when he pulled out slowly before slamming back in, the pleasure short circuiting your mind even more than it already was.
“That’s it, pet. I love it when you sing for me,” he hummed, fucking you harder than he usually did, no doubt due to his lingering irritation. Each thrust punched the air from your lungs, the ribbed edges of his cock bruising against your every sweet spot. You weakly writhed underneath him, hands gripping the sheets beneath you.
Jester moaned softly behind you, using the leverage he had on your hips to rock you back against him. His cock pushed past the barrier of your cervix with every thrust, reaching the deepest parts of you. He owned you, inside and out, and the pleasure shooting through you reminded you of that fact. You could be a brat all you wanted, but at the end of the day you were his.
“Mm, I’m close, puppy. Cum with me?” he cooed against your ear, nipping at the sensitive shell of it as he fucked into you faster, less coordinated, chasing his release. He let one hand trail from your hip to your dripping cunt, rubbing quick circles around your clit as he let his lithe form drape over you. You whined, nodding as you let yourself fall into the pleasure.
As you came, you tensed, bracing for the impact of an electric shock, but it never came, the only sensation from your neck being the tug of the leash, pulling you flush against Jester as he came. He groaned, pushing his cock as deep as it would go, spilling into your cervix. He rocked his hips against yours, letting your pulsing walls milk him for every drop of cum they could.
The two of you panted in the afterglow, the tension in the room leaving as Jester pulled out of you slowly. You felt his weight leave the bed, leaving you cold and empty, cum dripping from your hole. As the overwhelming sensations left you, you felt the guilt gnawing through you. I was mean to owner…
Tears spilled onto the pillow beneath you as you felt the bed dip again. Jester gently moved you to lay on your back, unclipping the shock collar before slipping your usual collar onto your neck. He gently swiped a tear away with his thumb, smiling down at you. “Why the tears, my sweet?” he asked softly, already moving to unclip the gag.
You clenched and unclenched your jaw a few times before speaking, trying to ease the soreness. “I was a bad dog…” you whined sadly, sinking into the sheets beneath you as you avoided eye contact.
Jester just nodded, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your thigh. “You were. But not anymore, right? You’re my good puppy again?” he asked. You whimpered, nodding. “Then I forgive you, sweetness. I’ve been neglecting you, and your silly, dumb puppy brain just wanted attention. Is that right?”
“Yes, owner,” you whispered. “I-I didn’t mean it. I love you, I-” you started. He pressed a finger to your lips, shushing you.
“I know you do, puppy. That’s why I’m the owner, and you’re the puppy. Next time, use those pretty lips to ask me, instead of being a brat. Ok?” he said. You whimpered, nodding. “Look at me, pup,” he ordered, his tone still soft. You obeyed, raising your gaze to meet his.
“I’m not mad anymore. I know you’re my good puppy again,” he said. You felt your frantic nerves soothe the more he spoke, like embers dying in the rain. You grabbed his hand in a daze, holding it close to you. He just chuckled, letting the warmth of his palm soothe you.
“You humans are so funny, you know? If only you were all like you are for me, pliant and obedient. That’s why you’re my favorite,” he hummed. Your eyes lit up.
“Favorite?” you asked excitedly, despite your exhaustion. Jester nodded.
“Yes, puppy. My favorite,” he assured. This was more affection than you were used to from him, and you almost couldn’t handle it. He sensed the growing energy buzzing in you. But he also knew you were worn out. “Calm down, you’re exhausted. C’mon, you need a bath,” he said, helping you up as he led you to the bathroom. Your head buzzed almost like a high, your previous despair forgotten at Jester’s simple words.
His favorite.
His favorite.
