CW: Pet Play, dom/sub dynamics, collar and leash, light degradation
"Oh, such a good puppy for me..." I whispered as my fingers gently traced the collar around your neck, my eyes grazing down from your throat to between your legs. The black Italian leather I had spent a fortune on to craft this collar looked sublime on you. How it contrasted against the pale of your skin brought the hint of a smile as I hooked my finger in the D-ring I installed and chuckled, the sound almost dangerous.
With a tender tug, I guided you to your knees and combed the fingers of my other hand through your hair. "Kneel, Pup." A small whimper escaped from your throat as you looked up at me with those wide and eager eyes, and I couldn't control the breath that left my lungs. "Oh, fuck..." I whispered before I dragged my teeth over my bottom lip, my brows knitting together. The way you gave me those puppy eyes to silently beg me to touch you wouldn't work, no matter how pretty you whimpered or whined.
"Aww, already whining and whimpering? I haven't even gotten started yet, pup." I cooed as I released the ring on the collar and gently took your chin, holding your head still as I tilted and turned your head to examine what I thought was missing. "Hm... Looks like you're missing a couple things, dear..." I hummed as I released your chin and took two steps back.
In a smooth turn, I reached out to open the bottom drawer of the nightstand. Within the confines was an array of different toys and kink items. Dipping my hand in, I grabbed puppy ears and a muzzle. "These are the things that were missing, pup. You'll finally fit the role of being a dumb puppy for me." I darkly chuckled as I returned to you, bending at the waist to put the ears on before securing the muzzle onto your head. I tilted my head to one side, then the other, thinking if anything else was needed. "There we go. Now speak."
You hesitated, eyes darting away in embarrassment. That's when an almost silent "Arf." could be heard. It was shaky, uncertain. A cruel laugh rumbled from my chest as I leaned over to look directly into your eyes.
"You can do better than that. I know you can. What about all those times when you barked like a bitch in heat?" I reminded you, my finger hooking into the D-ring once more to force your head towards me, our eyes locking once more. "Or are you not desperate enough? Though the way you're trembling and whining is telling me a different story, my dear puppy. Are you just as desperate between your legs?"
I slowly then lowered myself to my knees, slipping my finger from the ring and trailing the tip down the center of your chest, then your stomach. Each tremble and tension could be felt the lower I went. Each open-mouthed whine could be heard. "God, you're such a pitiful thing right now. Look," I paused to reach out with my other hand to wipe some drool that was starting to drip down your chin through the muzzle, "you're even drooling. I bet you're just a dumb little puppy right now, aren't you?"
The only response you gave? A nod that was a little too eager. A sharp laugh escaped, and I leaned in close to your face. "Puppies don't need to think or talk, do they?"
I could see the glassy look in your eyes get thicker, and a pathetic whimper escaped. "Ooooh, look at that." I cooed as I nudged the muzzle and smirked. "You're just getting deeper and deeper into that headspace. And only after all that bratting. This is what you really wanted after I forced you into this... submission."
Finally, I reached just above the waistband of your boxers, your hips bucking forward for some kind of contact. I drew my hand back and tutted, "Aht-aht, little puppy."
Another needy whine escaped, and I could see your eyes water from desperation. With a small grunt, I sat on the floor with my legs out in front of me. I lightly tapped my thigh as I spoke, "C'mere..." My tone was much softer than before, almost as if I was giving in to let you give yourself some semblance of pleasure.
Without a single modicum of hesitation, you crawled towards me and straddled my thigh, hands resting on my shoulders. I could feel the trembling of your body as you looked down towards my thigh, almost as if you were hesitating. Your breath came in short pants as your hips began to roll against my jeans, that glassy look of pure want and need within your eyes.
"Such a good puppy," I smirked as you pressed harder into rolling your hips, desperate for friction. "Slow down, lets see how well I trained you in self-control."
With a pathetic whine, you slowed your pace, bit your lip, and obeyed. I lifted my knee up to put more pressure against you. "Such a good puppy..." I whispered as I ran a hand through your hair. "And a beautiful one at that. "
This session went on for about two more, and when we were finished, I provided reassurances, cuddles, and gentle kisses.
(Ngl, this draft has been months in the making and I couldn't fully tell the proper aftercare. I just wanna get this out ;-;.)
