9. Jaime
NINE
jaime
PupJ
Red: feminization, needles, figging
Yellow: forced orgasms, edging, bottoming, feet, body worship, heavy impact
Green: puppy play, sensory play, exhibitionism, group play, topping, spankings, leg humping, light degradation, praise, food play
Red is always red. The rest is for today. (Some of the yellows are always soft limits, too, but. Whatever)
I reread the list I’d put together while on the—thankfully almost empty—bus before I tucked my phone away in the locker. I hadn’t taken that long to get ready. When I wore my full latex suit, getting ready took longer. But temperatures were rising, and maybe I wanted to challenge myself. So, instead of going for the suit that matched my puppy hood in yellow and black, I put on a more basic singlet with my knee pads and mitts. And my tail, obviously. They matched the hood too, obviously. It left me more exposed, but it was also less work to get into it.
I supposed Tony had asked to meet me in the Littles’ room because the area was covered in mats, but I was trying not to question every single thing. It was bad enough that I could barely glance down at myself without flinching.
Most times, I left the locker room on my own two feet, crossed the sparse industrial looking first floor, and only went down on all fours once I was upstairs. The second floor had a more rustic, woody feeling to it. It was also easier on the joints and not as cold.
But I didn’t want to deal with my tail threatening to pop out with all the squatting up and down, and I didn’t want to keep questioning everything.
All fours, it was.
The plan was to run upstairs to the Littles’ room. But María was at the bar downstairs. The main bar was upstairs in a common area full of couches and armchairs and cozy shit, but we had a tiny one downstairs too for the people who just wanted to grab a bottle of water or whatever on their way to one of the rooms.
It didn’t make a lot of sense to me, but I wasn’t the one who designed the place. I was pretty sure the two bar areas had come with the building, so maybe getting rid of them would’ve been more expensive.
“Woof!”
I was a sociable pup, and I hadn’t seen María in a while. She was my favorite human when I was a puppy.
“Hey, pup.”
María moved from behind the bar to squat down in front of me, ginger curls bouncing around her face. She was wearing one of her usual lace ensembles that reminded me of boudoir shots. This one was in a deep red, and the top was a corset that pushed up her boobs even more. Her boobs were so soft and jiggly. I had to stay focused, though. Today wasn’t about playing with María, and I didn’t imagine Tony would appreciate tardiness. Or me getting distracted by boobs—even if he agreed María was hot as fuck.
She gave the best head scratches, too.
“Eyes up here, pup.”
Right.
I blinked up at her before I barked again for emphasis. She just laughed and kept giving scratches, so I knew we were good.
“You’re here to play with Tony, huh?”
My eyes widened. Had Tony told her? He’d talked about me? I wagged my tail as fast as I could while giving another bark.
I had to go upstairs now, stat. But I’d missed María, and she smelled good.
Ugh.
Decisions.
“Be good with him, okay?”
I whined. I was always good, but that was not the issue. The issue was that I’d missed her, and she was standing up, which meant pulling away, but I hadn’t properly greeted her yet.
“Okay. Okay.” María crouched down again. There were hints of laughter in her voice. I always made her laugh as a pup, but it brought me more warmth now. She wasn’t struggling as much anymore after the whole thing with Erika, but she’d only recently started coming back to the club more often. “You want more kisses, huh?”
“Woof!”
María knew what I wanted, too. She was the one who pulled me forward so I could burrow against her neck and sniff and nuzzle her. There were more cooing sounds from her as she kept a hand on the back of my head, giving more scratches, and she rubbed my back with her other hand.
Her skin was so soft and warm. It was uncanny.
“We’ll set up something to hang out later, yeah?”
“Woof!”
That was good. I hadn’t seen her in too long.
“Okay, but now go see your handler.”
She was going to give me hell for having to wrangle me like this. I didn’t care. Lots of the apprehension I’d been feeling had already evaporated. I was a puppy, I’d gotten head scritches, and Tony had been open about being my handler for the night.
“Woof!”
Going upstairs on all fours was a challenge, but not for me. I was a strong, athletic puppy. I could do it all.
I wagged my tail after I made it up all the stairs without bumping against the edges of the steps once. I’d done that at the beginning, and it hurt a lot.
There were a few people in the lounge area, but I didn’t even stop to check who it was or if they’d noticed me. The door to the Littles’ room had been left ajar, so I trotted in there.
And I stopped in my tracks. Paws?
Some people got very into only using puppy-language, but sometimes it made shit confusing.
“Come here, pup.”
I cocked my head to the side. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen Tony in full gear. He was wearing one of those short-sleeved leather button-downs tucked into leather pants. He was even wearing a cap.
Was it acceptable to just roll over and show him my belly?
No, he’d given me an order. And he had his arm stretched out toward me.
Was that?—
He was holding a cookie.
I saw chocolate.
I never ran faster in my life to sniff someone’s hand—and very sneakily steal a cookie.
It was the perfect size. Not too small that I’d lose it because of the snout of my puppy hood, but not too big that I couldn’t eat it without human hands.
I hummed as I chewed. It tasted different than I expected.
Right—it would be a vegan cookie. Never mind.
“Woof!”
In this case, a bark meant more cookies. Tony didn’t provide more right away, but there was a glimmer in his eyes. I liked making people happy as a pup.
“You’re a handsome pup, aren’t you?” I wiggled my hips so that my tail wagged. “I’ve got something for you. It even matches what you’re wearing.”
He’d gotten me something?
No, Jaime, you can’t jump a person and wrestle him to the ground even though you’re technically strong and capable enough to do it .
I settled down for chasing my own tail while barking.
Tony snorted. He was moving, too, but it was hard to keep track.
“Settle down, pup.”
I did as he asked. He was one of those Domms who used a deeper voice when he was in the headspace or issuing a command. I leaned back on my haunches. It stretched the wrinkled skin of my hole around my tail and made me bite back a moan.
Of course, Tony noticed. He smirked at me now. Not that the look made me miss how he was hiding something behind his back.
“On second thought, can you turn around for me first, pup? I don’t think I’ve ever seen your tail up close.”
I mewled. Wanting to see my tail up close meant he wanted to be mean. I wasn’t born yesterday. Why I not only turned around, but also pressed my chest to the floor and wiggled my hips for him? It was beyond me. Maybe this is what people meant when they claimed insanity in court.
I was also very pointedly ignoring how wet I was getting. He hadn’t even touched me yet, but he was moving and humming. His leather boots stomped against the wooden floor.
I held my breath, keeping my eyes closed.
He went down on one knee. I could tell from the creaking of his pants. He touched my covered skin first.
“It’s a big tail, isn’t it, pup?”
“Woof.”
It was a pitiful bark, the kind I did when I was feeling my body too much. Right now, it wasn’t a negative thing, but it had me on edge.
“Can I touch, pup? Spread your cheeks open and tease you with your tail?”
I nodded before I remembered to bark in response. I even spread my legs farther apart.
I had no idea what was going on anymore. I only knew that I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to take care of all the heat building in my lower gut, and I wanted to stop thinking.
“That’s right.” His voice sent a shiver down my spine. I didn’t know what I was reacting more strongly to—his voice or his hands on me. As he spoke, he spread my ass cheeks farther apart. The neoprene I wore had an opening for my asshole. Barely any skin showed when I was wearing my tail and on all fours, but it was more visible when I was exposed like this. He hummed as his thumb pressed against the base of the tail. “Fuck. It’s bigger than I thought.”
I whimpered. He was now tracing my stretched rim. I knew he wanted to inspect me or tease me—whatever he planned to do—but I couldn’t stand still while he did. It just wasn’t something I was capable of doing. So I pushed my hips back toward him.
Hopefully he got the meaning.
“Don’t worry, I’ll work you over in just a second.” My mouth fell wide open. I wasn’t sure that was the meaning I’d hoped to convey, but… there wasn’t a part of me that wanted to clear it up for him. I didn’t even care what he meant by working me over. “Can I move my other hand to your front, pup? I think you need to come for me while I play with your tail.”
Fuck.
Fuck, yes. Yes, I needed that.
“Woof!”
I wagged my tail as fast as I could. I wanted to keep barking, but I showed restraint. I didn’t want him to think I was safewording by accident and put a stop to this.
There was no hesitation or time for me to wonder about the angle. It couldn’t be comfortable for him, but he didn’t try to move me around. Maybe he was as deep into the play as I was, not caring about those pesky things. I didn’t care. I couldn’t think—not when he was working me like this.
While he twisted the tail one way and then the other, testing how much give it had, he slid his other hand beneath the shorts. The fabric protested the stretch. I pushed into his hand before he could make contact. The relief from having those thick fingers pressing against my skin had me on the verge of buckling. My thighs trembled.
There was none of the doubting—none of the questioning of every step. It had me ready to go. The way Tony was working me helped, too.
I could only mewl and moan in between pants and gasps to try to get some air while he fucked me with my own tail and rubbed me like he’d been born doing it.
I couldn’t focus on anything other than the way he was owning my body without me having any say in the matter. It was dirty, even before he started talking, only squelching from the lube in my ass and my ragged breathing breaking the silence in the room.
“That’s right.” Tony’s voice was raspy as fuck. My knees would’ve buckled if I’d been upright. “You’re going to take everything I do to you, aren’t you, pup?”
I grunted. Words or affirmations of some kind would’ve been nice. Instead, I gritted my teeth before I started being embarrassingly loud about it.
There was some rustling. It made sense when I felt Tony’s body closer. He’d moved so that he was on my side, on one knee. I guessed it gave him a better angle. I had no complaints with the way he was rubbing me off. It only got better when he could move easier, when he could fuck me deeper with the tail. He was only pulling it out one or two inches. It was the perfect thing to keep me stretched and burning with need while hitting those inner walls.
My lips parted. More sounds came out. I was starting to lose that battle on keeping quiet. Every battle, really. Heat kept pooling up, my muscles clenching around the plug, milking the metal. I whimpered, bit my lip. I was so fucking close. I could feel it coming, the waves of hormones rushing to the surface.
I moved slightly until my face was on Tony’s boot. Even though I wore rubber most of the time, I’d always had a slight obsession with leather. There wasn’t as much leather gear for pups other than a few hoods and a couple of mitts, but the fabric had an intoxicating appeal to it. I just found it so fucking masculine, regardless of who was wearing it. I didn’t care. My neoprene hood got in the way, but not so much that I couldn’t burrow into his boot and take a deep sniff.
“You like my boots?” Of course Tony noticed. I shivered, a mewl escaping. “Wanna lick them up like a good pup? Get your tongue all filthy?”
I grunted. Apparently, Tony’s dirty talk was the thing that rendered me speechless.
“Go on, pup,” he rasped out.
Fuck.
A shiver racked down my spine as I snaked to get a better angle where my hood let me reach the boot. I wasn’t thinking, wasn’t worrying about how I should put on more of an act. I was just driven by instinct. It felt the same way it did when I topped someone alongside Cece. Well, not the same, but it was the closest I could compare it to.
I closed my eyes as my tongue touched the leather. The taste was somewhat bitter. Not bad, but nothing one would describe as good in front of polite company. It wasn’t about the taste. Not for me. It was about Tony’s power, about bringing myself to his feet. Before he could encourage me further, I dragged my tongue across the front of his boot. I was less shy, more emboldened. I bucked my hips as I did, feeling more crazed—with lust, with desire, with need.
“You are full of surprises, aren’t you, pup?”
I whimpered.
That was when Tony pressed his fingers tighter against my skin, when he rubbed harder.
That was when I let go, when waves of pleasure overtook me. I trembled as I rode the most powerful orgasm I’d had in months, lips parted, trying to catch a breath that wasn’t coming.
Tony didn’t let go of me. Thank fuck. But he moved his hand from my tail and lifted my face up until I was resting against his thigh. I didn’t care about how vulnerable I must look or how dazed my gaze had to be. I didn’t care about the softness in how he scratched the back of my head.
It was a few seconds—maybe a minute or two—of just breathing, my chest heaving until I could get it under control. He didn’t move his fingers until I’d evened out completely.
Marga and Jen had never talked about how good he was with his fingers.
“Are you good, pup?”
“Woof.” The lack of enthusiasm was a result of exhaustion.
Tony just fixed one of the wobbly ears in my hood while he hummed. “Do you want me to show you what I got you?”
I blinked. Right. He’d said he had something for me—something that matched my puppy gear.
Reluctantly, I moved until I was sitting on my haunches. It took a second to adjust to the feel of the tail again. After coming, everything felt more sensitive, and that included my ass—especially if it had been played with. I had to squirm a bit until I was back to a somewhat comfortable position.
And rub my eyes with my mitts. I recovered fast, but sometimes orgasms made me sleepy for a few seconds.
Presents overrode that, though.
“Here.”
Tony sat on the bench he’d moved so that it was by the mats the Littles used. He reached behind him to grab the thing he’d been holding earlier.
I gulped.
That thing?
It was a leather collar. A collar attached to one of those extendable leashes. The handle of the leash was yellow and white. The yellow was not the exact same shade as my gear, but close enough.
I cocked my head to the side. Was Mister I Write Down Contracts With Subs offering me a collar after half a scene? I knew my puppy brain didn’t compute as logically as my regular brain, but…
“It’s a training collar,” he explained while extending the arm holding it closer to me. I breathed out. Okay, a training collar was cool. “You want to try it on?”
“Woof!” I wiggled before I stood taller on my knees to make it easier for him, too.