Jul 23
Alone at home, wandering around with thighs harness on. Pup muzzle on, collared. Feel very nice. Grounded, even.
Decided to polish my boots because it's been a while. Kink unlocked, maybe.
Oh, what I would give to polish my handler's boots. Kneeling at his feet, no talk, just him sitting and reading some book, or maybe standing up and ruffling my hair, maybe with some rock music playing on low volume.
"Doing good, pup. Doing good."
Maybe he would even press his shoe between my legs to watch me squirm.
"Stay still. You're not done."
Doing the second one. Brushing his boots until they're well polished. Everything for him.