Pet play👀👀👀👀with dazai👀👀👀👀 youre onto something
It’s about control. Everything he does boils down to an unholy desire to be the one in control of every situation. Of every person. You sit there on your knees, spreading them wide, looking up at Dazai with big, confused eyes while his rake down your bare body; he notices the way your chest rises and falls at an abnormal pace, and merely smiles. He carefully fastens the collar around your neck, it pretty with frills and lace and charms, taking the time for his slender fingers to preen it, then flicks the small bell that lightly jingles under your chin. His hands withdraw, thinking he’s done, before hearing a small clink near your throat. He doesn’t let you look down, but you see in his fist, wrapped around and gripped tight, what looks like a matching leash. He tilts his head then gently tugs on it, making you jerk forward.
“You look so pretty,” he muses, whispers between only he and you, shaking fingers coming up to carefully brush some of your hair behind your ear. “Such a pretty puppy. Can you bark for me?” His fingers glide down the side of your face to cup your jaw, watching as your features twist and brows twitch. He breathes out a light laugh at your reaction, you not uttering a word since entering his apartment, knowing that all of this is an absolute surprise to you. You should have known from the loser collar alone, but witnessing it in person, being on the receiving end, you don’t actually know how to feel. “If you bark for me, I’ll give you a treat~.” He softly sings, his petal soft lips now leaving gentle kisses on your cheek, nose, temple, and forehead — a shockingly adorable means to ease your visibly tense nerves.
You have noticed everything Dazai does surrounds being the one in total control of the situation and the people around him, masterful plans that are convoluted and lack very little consideration for those involved, and he never cracks. Never loses his composure. Never doubts himself — because he has the upper hand in everything, it all bends to his will so easily as if he has power over the universe. You gaze up at his amber eyes, gradually darkening as he continues watching you, fingertips gingerly applying pressure to part your lips, and this will end with you barking one way or another. His grip on the leash doesn’t loosen, tugging it again, and your cunt betrays you by aching and clenching on nothing, the cool air making it worse as it swirls and blows around the mess as you drip onto the floor.
He wants control, he would die without it, and somehow right now, in this strange position, you trust him. You don’t know how or why, not quite understanding it, but you do. He waits so patiently, already aware you’re hard to boss around, and his thumb gently runs along your bottom lip. A shaking exhale escapes, followed by a squeaky little imitation of a yip!, just as he requested. His smile morphs into a grin, triumphant, and reaches behind him on the couch, digging under the cushion to draw out your prize. When it’s revealed, you gawk, eyes wide, to see a mass of faux fur dangling from his fingers, the color matching your hair, and the thought of how long he’s planned this can’t help entering your mind. He turns it, two fingers holding it up, and it takes a few seconds to register that is a shining glass plug attached at the end he is showing off to you. Your cunt pulses again, nervous gaze flickering from it to his smug expression, and your heart races.
“Such a good girl,” he coos, reverent, bringing the tail down to run along your thigh so you can feel how soft the synthetic hair is. “As a treat for me, though, I get to help you put it in.” His mouth finds yours, a careful kiss, as if he’s holding back, one that opens the cage of butterflies in your stomach to be set free, and his palm smooths down your back, following your spine, down to your ass to grip a nice handful of it. “Get in position for me, pretty girl. I wanna see your filthy puppy cunt while I finish getting you dressed.”
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