Paisley and Owen in the spotlight
"Hey Paisley, Paisley!" A finger snapped near my face and I almost got distracted, trained as I was to respond to that sound. It was my coworker, standing in front of me. "Our shift's almost over. You seemed super zoned out again."
It's tough not to get lost in daydreams sometimes when work is so monotonous. I'd sometimes excuse myself to the bathroom to read erotica or sext my partner, Owen, just to get my heart beating faster.
I tried to concentrate on my job but couldn't help thinking about Owen. If he were with me, he'd tell me to focus, to be more present. "Sorry, my mind's usually elsewhere." I chuckled, glancing down at my skinny arms and over my shoulder-length black hair.
My coworker shook their head. "You really should work on staying grounded," they said, leaving for the day.
"I'll try," I replied, following suit. I was excited to go home. The drive was scenic, with Owen and I living in the countryside.
When I arrived home, Owen was on the couch, holding my collar. "I missed you," he smiled, standing up and coming towards me. He's taller than me, but that's not hard given my petite height. His normally pale skin was now tanned. "Wanna play now that you're here? Unless you're too tired?"
"Do you want to play?" I asked, eyebrow raised.
"Not at all. I was thinking we could engage in some naughty activities since you're home." Owen held up a black leather mask. I gasped. "You didn't!" I exclaimed. It looked so cool with a snout and floppy dog ears, perfect for our fun playtime. I felt shy though.
"Want to try it on?" Owen asked, smiling. Nervously, I nodded yes. He put my hair to the side, carefully placing the hooded mask over my head. He snapped a photo and showed me, and I laughed.
"It's so cute," I said.
Then, he got the adorable pink leather nipple clamps I'd bought a while back. They had little bells too. "Go get your clamps, the cute bell ones," he said from the kitchen table. I went to the bedroom and found them.
"Thanks," I replied, seeing that he was still wearing the mask.
"But dogs don't stand like people and walk on two feet, right?" I gulped. My partner was already more aroused than I was. I put my paws on the floor and lowered myself to the ground. "You must be hungry, let's get you a snack," he announced. He opened my favorite cereal into a blue dog bowl, labelled with my name and a paw print. Only sometimes did he feed me from this bowl, usually he fed me next to him.
When Owen put the bowl on the floor, I started to eat it like a dog, using my mouth. It wasn't as hard as I thought it'd be, and I even managed to not mess up the mask. My master sat at the table and admired my performance.
"I baked brownies today," Owen informed me. I perked up. "You're my favorite," he said, picking a piece off the pan. "Here, I'll give you some." He held the treat out to me. I trotted over on all fours and licked the sweet culinary creation off his hand.
"I made brownies today," Owen reiterated. "Wanna try one?" He held out a chunk for me to sniff and taste. I eagerly inhaled it. Then, he held out the same piece for me to properly eat, like a human. We'd eat dinner later, sometimes he'd hand-feed me as he ate, like a good pet.
"Plead with me." Owen loomed over me while I scurried around his legs on all fours, acting more like a pup. I rose abruptly, presenting my chest with the little chime bells attached to my nipples, and jangled them to entice him. I made sure to maintain that posture as he eased a brownie between my lips. I licked his hand in response, mimicking any dog's behavior when pleasing its owner.
I wasn't always a submissive pet, however. About a year prior, I was simply a reserved bank teller with a pretty uninteresting lifestyle. In search of excitement one night, I read an erotic novel and was instantly aroused. It took a few weeks of exploration and self-pleasuring, but I eventually established an online dating profile. I had cycled through a lot of individuals in brief periods of time, but ultimately, I chose the person I've been with for some time. I had mostly encountered quite reasonable people in the area, except for a few individuals who didn't entirely understand the 'sane' aspect of BDSM. However, there I was, on the floor, clad in a full leather dog mask, sticking out my tongue and panting like an animal, questioning the sanity of others. Initially, I was mortified by the idea of acting like a pet, but the degradation was part of what made it so arousing. It was an interesting mix of total submission and complete devotion.
My mistress hovered above me, tapping her leg, signaling me to join her on the sofa. I customarily weared knee pads to ward off scratches and bruises from perpetual scraping on the hardwood floor. I bent backwards, more akin to a cat than a dog, as she sat down on the sofa. She flicked her fingers and I instantly took the position of a footstool, my pussy throbbing with anticipation.
My mistress stayed put for a while, perusing a magazine, before withdrawing her legs from their resting spot on me. A weight lifted, although I remained in place until I received a light tap on the buttocks from the magazine she had rolled up.
"You ready to take a walk?" I flushed at the thought and nodded. My mistress leaned over and delicately clasped my chin after discarding the magazine onto the sofa. "Do canines nod their heads when answering?" She enquired nonchalantly. Shame coursed through me. Oops.
"Now, break out a nice, loud bark to convey your readiness to head outside."
I crammed the guilt deep within my gut and mustered a quiet 'arf'. He smiled sarcastically.
"Come on, you can be more enthusiastic than that." My face flushed once more through my mask, and I let loose a robust bark that sounded more like a jubilant dog ready for a stroll. It was a familiar feeling, a blend of comfort and humiliation, as I waddled toward the door. A year ago, my partner and I had relocated to a country home together after being involved for almost a year. The move had made sense since we were always together.
We ventured outside, grabbing a blanket from the wardrobe by the door. He slapped my bare backside with the leather leash and I yelped, savoring it. We strolled across the soft grass, and I jumped and frolicked. He unclipped my leash, and pulled out a synthetic dog chew toy from his pocket. "Capture it, Girl." He crooned, throwing the toy across the lawn, and as I raced after it, he complimented me. He tossed the toy again, and continued to pat me on as I fetched it. My frothed vagina created a wet spot, leaving a trace of my desire between my thighs.
I turned over, displaying my exposed stomach, and he stroked it gently. His hand glided down my tormented thighs, and he chuckled. His fingers massaged deep into my quivering thighs, rotating around slowly. He spread the blanket he had carried outside, nudging me to lie directly on it.
He dexterously inserted three digits into my overeager, sodden vagina. I attempted to hold back my climax as best as I could, trying to teeter on the edge of orgasm. He removed his fingers from me and I felt hollow. I thrusted upward and whimpered, imploring him to come back to me.
He reacted by stuffing a dog toy in my mouth. "Shhh..." He whispered softly as he brushed aside the hair spilling from under the dog mask I had on. He tugged at the bells attached to my nipples, causing me to squirm under his touch. He toyed with my body for what felt like forever before he sat up straighter and grabbed my hand, guiding me into a kneeling position. He stood up and I heard the sound of unfastening and zipping open, his cock revealed from behind his trousers.
My pupils expanded as he gripped the back of my head, bringing my face towards his crotch. The toy fell out of my mouth as I detected the musky scent emanating from him and moaned, savoring the precum on my hot tongue.
I navigated my tongue around his manhood, my hands resting on his thighs. He occasionally gripped the back of my head for some time before I went back to gently licking. I scooted back and massaged his rock-hard dick with my hands, which were awash in my spit.
He stood up, flipped me onto my back, and entered me from behind. I moaned intensely as his engorged dick slid in and out of me with the rhythm of my pulsating insides.
I was on the verge of climaxing when he suddenly stopped, withdrawing and teasing me even more. "Bark for me," he commanded, prompting a feeling of humiliation to wash over my entire body. This bizarre sensation only served to increase my heart rate even further. I still didn't understand why such humiliation excited me so much.
"Arf, arf, arf!" He reentered me and proceeded, playing with my nipples for a while before slipping two of his fingers into my mouth. I continued to bark if he prompted me, and eventually climaxed, feeling as if I were about to melt onto the floor, my ears ringing.
When I finally snapped out of it, we took off our hooded masks and took a deep breath. I splayed my arms out on the blanket, and my partner did the same, turning over to face me. He untied the collar from around my neck, but I wasn't quite ready to remove the nipple clamps yet.
The sun had long set, and it was time for us to prepare for bed. I was excited to experience some affectionate cuddling in bed. "I can't believe I have to work tomorrow," I sighed as we transitioned inside. We showered, ate something to fill our stomachs, and settled down for a comfortable sleep.
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