i’m so obsessed with desk pet trope….. work desk with a cubby underneath so you can put my dog bed under there for me to rest on… i’ll be there most of the day after all.
you can padlock my ankle chain to one of the legs or your computer chair and set a bowl of fresh water under there for me.
i’d end up curling up and dozing off to the soft “clack clack clack” of you typing and doing person things. nudging or kicking me or tugging on my hair to wake me up so you can pull me closer to warm you with my mouth for a couple of hours.
i get so sub spaced out when i’m kneeling and being ignored… nothing in the brain at all and no worries other than if i’m pleasing you the way you want…. you’re not speaking to me at all, just focusing on your work or a zoom call. play with my mouth and tongue with your fingers like a fidget toy, squeeze my cheeks to the point of pain when i groan and gag. wipe the spit off on my cheek and watch me turn bright red. have me sit there with my tongue out, ordered not to move or make a sound, just to humiliate me. occasionally ruffle my hair to let me know you’re happy with me.
yay :)
