First time posting one of these, apologies if i get the tags wrong! (and also let me know what u thought >w<)
cw: fdom, afab reader, petplay, mentions of paddles, milking, and The Countdown (iykyk)
He had his face buried in his hands.
It was fun to watch Arlo get flustered, even at the tiniest of touches or little teases. But as cute as it was to watch him squirm and struggle, she wanted to see him. All of him. To imagine what a lovely shade of pink hid under the safety of his palms– and how much more red he would get when she took that troublesome little ability away from him.
She tutted. “Nu-uh, puppy. You know the rules. Be a good boy for me and put your hands down.”
He squirmed at the words ‘good boy.’ Somewhere in him, there was a fire raging. And each subsequent word only fueled the flames, sending him deeper and deeper into his heat.
“–s’.. It’s embarrassing thoughhh…” He whined. His body writhed like a pinned snake, like if he stopped moving all those delicate emotions would catch up to him and eat him whole. Salem chuckled.
“Oh but that is the point, pup. I don’t want you to hide those pretty little expressions from me… And besides, good boys do what they are told when they are told to do it." She leaned forward, voice quieting. "So I’ll ask politely one. More. Time.” The words rolled off her tongue thick, only heightening Arlo’s sensitive disposition. But still he hid. Salem sighed, sitting up. “Don’t make me count, pup.”
He whimpered. An eye peeked through his fingers and stole a glance at her before quickly disappearing again. But he didn’t comply. Salem sighed again, tutting.
“Ten.” Arlo flinched, like she had pricked him with a needle.
“Nine.” He whined, squirming again. Heart beating out of his chest. Butterflies filled his stomach.
“Eight.” Still no response. She sighed. “Seven. I’m disappointed puppy… disobeying a direct order from your mistress… Six.” She straddled him, pinning him down so he could no longer squirm, but she left his arms free. The feeling inside him bloomed further.
“Five. Arlo, if we hit zero I am going to be very upset. And you aren’t going to like what comes next.” He choked a sob, letting out a chorus of noises that sent a shudder down Salem’s spine. She chuckled in delight.
“I- P- Please… Mistress… I’m sowwy… Issembarrassing… I…”
“–Four. Pup, are you going to put your hands down, or are you going to make me tie them to the bed?” She pursed her lips for a moment, giggling. "Then again, you would probably like that... wouldn't you, slut?"
Flustered gibberish was all that the dog boy could respond with. Bits of english incoherently mixed in, the butterflies in his stomach acting as a whisk that turned every word into meaningless nothing.
“Three. Cutting it awfully close here, Arlo. Not that I wouldn't mind, of course. I love punishing you... Two.” She smiled to herself, tapping her chin. “What to do... I could hook you up to the milker for the night... or maybe put you in a cage for a few months... Ooh! Maybe this would be the perfect time to test out those new paddles and whips I got... honestly, its been a while since I put some good marks on you... so many options~” She said in a singsong voice. Arlo squirmed and protested, but her count continued. "One. Maybe I'll just do it all... See how much i can break you. God, its fun to see you in a puddle. My mindless little puppy..."
That was all it took to get him to cede. It took courage, but gingerly he let down his hands, revealing more and more until all that remained was that sweet, cherry-red, bashful little face. She chuckled, leaning down over him so close that her exhales tickled his skin. Her hand rushed to trace along his chin, cupping it closer to her, forcing their eyes to meet. Arlo's breath hitched.
