i want you in a pretty collar. i want you to feel the leather around your neck and think of me. i want you to send pictures, videos. i want you to touch yourself and feel good for me. use a toy on yourself. no, don't pull it away. keep going. i want you melting and whimpering. i want you to be mine, even from a distance. and know that your collar is just the beginning. soon, i'll have you on a leash at my feet. so pretty and eager. maybe then i'll edge you until you're begging to cum, pulling you close whenever you get overstimulated and try to escape. i'll show you what it means to be my pet. how you'll never have to want for anything, as long as you remember who you belong to.
awake too early, my bed too empty. should i summon the knight who guards my quarters? ask them to take a break from duty and join me? i know, this is not the typical way of things. but i woke up with a particular need, one that cannot be remedied in the cruel, cold solitude.
“m-my liege?”
“apologies, knight. i didn’t mean to startle you. i just need your help with something.”
“at this hour?”
“if you’ll indulge me. it’s a rather unusual request. you see, i…”
can i really do it? or would the facade of strength i’ve been delicately cultivating for all these years fall away with the divulgence of this desire?
my knight, their curious gaze fixed on me, takes a step closer. the moonlight illuminates, adorns their eyes. how can i resist? the question similarly slips out of its shadow.
“will you join me in my quarters until sunrise?”
i almost shiver as i ask, but my dutiful knight, finally understanding, breaks the distance between our bodies. the kiss is warm and hungry until i remember, there are reasons i haven’t dared to test this boundary before.
“not here. indulge me privately. and leave before anyone sees you. understand?” i snarl, not angry but protective. what if disapproving eyes were to witness this little rendezvous? to lose this before it’s even properly begun would destroy me.
behind closed doors, we pull each other’s garments off, despite the chill in the room. laughing, loosening up. everything so much simpler than it was only minutes ago. perhaps simpler than it’s ever been.
the knight attempts to take a knee but i catch their body with both hands and set them upright again. they appear surprised by my strength for a moment.
and then i’m on my knees, using my mouth to coax lovely noises out of the form i’ve coveted secretly for so long.
i manuever us to the bed and straddle the knight, whose cries are becoming less reticent, more desperate. still ravenous, i put my wet mouth on every stretch of skin within reach. i kiss the battle scars. i kiss the aching muscles. i wet my fingers and press them inside, evoking yet another sweet sound.
“would you like to be permitted to finish?” i manage to ask, breathless from massaging the slick between my knight’s trembling legs.
“y-yes, p-p-please.”
“yes, what?” i press. “what am i to you?”
“m-m-my prince. p-please, my prince.”
my loyal protector falls apart in my arms with a spirited climax, repeating my title, not daring to speak my name. our arms and legs entangled like serpents on the crest of some nascent kingdom, rising into form.
mmm. thinking about humbling a guy who thinks he can outsmoke me. going hit for hit until he’s drooling and desperate. then making him sit on my lap and grind on my thigh while his stupid cock twitches.
“what’s wrong? i thought you said you could handle this much. look at you now, all foggy-brained and needy. do you think i don’t feel that wet spot in your pants, baby?”
grabbing his ass while he ruts himself against me. kissing his neck while he moans and melts. watching his pretty eyes flutter open and closed as he floats into his pleasure, held safe, albeit constantly teased, in my arms.
i want to kiss you again and again and again, my hands roaming over your entire body. see how i remember the places you like to be touched? i know how you like it, but i take my time. there's no rush. it's nice to stay like this. to watch the way your body responds to me like an instrument that only i can play. you make sense here, with me. regardless of how you've felt or been made to feel before. here we are, just you and me. and anything i don't know about you, i have the patience to learn it. let me explore the terrain of you until i know it better than i know myself. let me make a habit of pleasuring you in various ways, proving to you your own worth and beauty. over and over and over again. my love.
mmm. a puppy who shows me how good he is without my having to ask. who basically turns his belly up for me, fully trusting. begging to be owned and used. such a pathetic, easy puppy. how long have you wanted this? needed this? what will you do to make sure i give it to you?
⚧️ black nonbinary trans man, he/they, 26, bisexual
⛓️ i am a switchy dom-leaning top. im into petplay (puppy, bunny), threesomes/group sex, intox play (weed, alcohol), praise, somnophilia, voyeurism, obsession, degradation, light sadism/masochism, nipple play, biting, dacryphilia, edging, voice kink, and other stuff probably. not into ageplay, incest/fauxcest, detrans, hard cnc, piss, spitting, or choking.
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i want to give you wet, rough kisses. follow you around, as if there were no place for me in this world but at your feet. stand beside you loyally, facing every challenge together. i will protect you from every threat, keep you safe from harm. i want to be your dog.
i have a desperate need to please you, to make sure that you want for nothing, whether i’m making a whining mess of you or allowing you to take me between your teeth and have your way.
i don’t do this for praise or reward. it’s because i was meant to belong to you in this way. this is my purpose. to be your dog. that is all i ever want to be.
