Bedtime 🌙 I got to be a little puppy again tonight.And hones..

Bedtime 🌙

I got to be a little puppy again tonight.

And honestly? It just feels right lately. Maybe it’s the heat. Maybe it’s the headspace. Maybe summer just brings something out in me… like the more I sweat, the more I want to be on all fours, tail in, collar clipped, completely obedient.

I’ve been wearing my black tail plug more again, and tonight my Owner laid it out for me along with my mittens. Just noticing them on the bed made my chest flutter. You know that feeling? Like, oh. That’s what kind of night it’s going to be 🥵

I was already in my shiny black faux leather stockings (I’m obsessed with them), nothing else. Just heels and my hood — the shiny, eyeless one. It puts me in the deepest subspace. No sight, no distractions, just the feeling of being owned.

I got myself ready slowly. Tail plug in, mittens on, and then I knelt on the bed and called for Him. Like a good little pet.

He came in for my bedtime inspection, and that alone already makes my body hum.

He checked my holes… thoroughly, of course. Tightened my mittens. Clipped my collar to the chain. And while He was busy strapping me in, I made myself useful 😏

His cock was right there. I was right there. You can do the math.

I sucked Him while kneeling, hands useless in those thick mittens, head tilted just right under the pull of the collar chain. It felt so right. My body knew exactly what to do.

And then… the fuck.

From behind.

Slow and hard and teasing, the kind that makes my whole body ache in the best way. And He did that evil little thing where He pulls all the way out and then pushes back in again. Over and over. No rhythm. No warning. It messes with my brain so much and I love it.

I was moaning into the bed, legs shaking, mittens clenched, tail wagging (mentally at least), and just taking it. Because that’s what I do. I’m His puppy. His hole. His toy.

He didn’t give me a cumshot tonight though 😭 No reward. Just the ache. The heat. The fullness. And then the emptiness again.

I’m still hoping I’ll earn it later tonight… but if not, I’ll wait. And whimper. And hope. Because obedience means holding the ache too.