Page 40 of Puppy on a Leash

OldSchoolDS

Please don’t do that when looking for a job. Or for a class project.

I grimaced as I looked back to the questions.

There was no way I was going to type it all on my phone. That was my excuse for why I focused on eating my reheated tempura instead of texting back.

The club app’s version for laptops didn’t work as smoothly, but at least I’d have a keyboard. Cece should add the option to send voice messages through the app.

I could send Jaime my phone number, but something stopped me every time I thought about it. Better get through the array of questions first.

After all the utensils were in the dishwasher, I had no more excuses. I moved back to the living room, booted up my laptop, cracked my knuckles, and got to work.

OldSchoolDS

1. nonbinary lives matter? I don’t know what you want me to say. I don’t have a problem with nonbinary identities, pronouns, or anything else. As for you specifically, I admit I have questions in regards to how I should refer to you, but they don’t come from a place of invalidating your identity or gender expression. I don’t think so, at least.

2. I was *not* trying to reenact 50SoG or any other franchise. They came up with the idea of the contract. Obviously, it didn’t have any kind of binding power, but it helped keep them in line, and it gave us a clear set of boundaries. Not that it held much weight when shit went down.

3. I’ve never bottomed.

4. Not that I know of.

5. I wasn’t disgusted by queerness (and I’m not now, either), no. I don’t have a good reason. I was brought up in a family where appearances matter more than anything else. Queer was not an acceptable appearance. The original plan had been to be in the closet until I didn’t need their money anymore, but I guess I internalized more of their belief system than I’d first thought. By the time I could’ve “safely” come out, it felt too intimidating. Going about life as I always did, without unpacking any of that shit, was comfortable and safe.

6. I’ve never heard of it, but tea is good? Is it illegal? Why do you need a supplier?

7. Brat taming. Are you volunteering?

8. Cam boys. Fem boys, to be exact.

9. Suspension bondage. Regular bondage is already challenging as it is.

10. Cookies, I guess? Being surrounded by a bunch of pups doesn’t sound as appealing as you think.

I blew out a long breath, my head hitting the back of the couch. I’d started typing without putting a lot of thought into what I was pouring onto the screen, so it was now I realized how taxing it had been. I glanced down as my fingers tingled with faint shivers. Clenching them into fists helped. I unlocked my jaw as I did it.

No more than a couple of minutes could’ve passed when my laptop pinged with a notification. This wasn’t my work laptop, so I always forgot to mute it.

I winced.

Then I gave it five more minutes—where more pinging ensued—until I leaned forward again to check what it was that Jaime had said.

PupJ

1. I can’t tell you to ask someone else, can I?

2. Um, hello? I need more about the “shit went down” part. What are we, amateurs?

3. The question was how you felt about it. Cute, though

5. That was more than I expected, so thanks. I solemnly swear all follow-up questions will be made in a more sensitive manner.

6. I am so offended right now. Only reason I’m still texting is that I now get to introduce you to the magic of Taiwanese drinks, and you’re paying. (that’s why i asked about supplying; it’s a lowkey expensive addiction. the legal kind)

8. Drop names or it didn’t happen

9. Bitch, I barely have the patience for regular rope bondage

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