Page 48 of Puppy on a Leash

I wasn’t one to deviate from plans. Plans were good. They were there for a reason. Multiple reasons.

“You said physical activity helped you, didn’t you?” I adjusted the collar so the O-ring sat at the front and center of his neck.

Jaime’s first reaction was cocking his head to the side. Note to self: He took a while to recover after an orgasm. He was sickeningly out of character and sweet after one, too.

It wasn’t a complaint.

“Woof!”

There it was—that enthusiasm I was more used to seeing in him when his face was half hidden behind a hood.

His eyes shone as he held my gaze. I took it as a good sign.

“So, here’s what we’re going to do. Listen up, pup.” I gave the leash a soft tug just to test the locking mechanism. Jaime wiggled. I started talking before he got any ideas that involved his rougher side. “You see this is an extendable leash? That’s because you’re going to run a lap around the room and back to me. Each lap gets you a cookie and twenty seconds where everything is game.”

I’d been pondering about it on my way here and while I’d browsed the different leashes in the animal store—and avoided all the questions from the staff about how big or energetic my dog was. Partly, it was motivation for him. Something told me that as enthusiastic as Jaime could get over sugar, that wasn’t going to get me his obedience for long.

Mostly, it was a challenge to myself. And proof to him—that I could take him, whatever he wanted to dish out, within the time limit. I didn’t doubt that he could get into a whole world of trouble in twenty seconds, but it gave me a semblance of a safety net.

Jaime cocked his head to the side again. I watched him for a couple of seconds. He pawed at my leg before his head lolled to the other side, making his ears wobble. The same way a confused pup would do.

“You can ask for belly rubs,” I said. I’d prepared for this. “You can sniff or lick whatever you want. You can hump. No limits other than the time limit. Then you’re back to running laps.”

I thought he’d need more of an explanation or encouragement. Maybe he’d pretend to be grumpy about it.

Nope.

I’d barely finished talking, and he took off. I had to be quick to unlock the leash. I’d gotten the longest one they had in stock and tested the length would be enough when I came here andrealized Jaime hadn’t made it yet. I still remained tense as he ran on all fours.

It was a sight. I didn’t think it would do much for me, but with all of Jaime’s muscles on display… He was more athletic than I’d first thought. It turned out, athleticism was one of the things that pulled me to someone.

“Woof!” He wasn’t even out of breath, and he all but skidded the last few inches in his attempt to reach me.

“Good boy.” I shook my head as I turned around to get one of the cookies from the jar I’d shoved them in.

I didn’t always have chocolate cookies at hand, so it had been his luck that I found a packet hidden in the back of a kitchen cabinet. He wolfed it down in no time the second I had it in my fingers.

“Easy, pup.”

He just grunted something while chewing on the cookie. I rolled my eyes.

“Your twenty seconds start now.”

I made him notice the timer I was setting up on my watch. Jaime swallowed the rest of the cookie quickly before throwing himself at me. Between my legs, to be exact. I inhaled a sharp breath and gave him a nod. That was all the encouragement he needed to bury himself against the pouch covering my cock. He sniffed and mouthed, leaving saliva on the leather. I didn’t care.

My nostrils flared. This whole day was really going off the rails. I’d expected sitting down while the pup burned off some energy. I hadn’t expected things to turn sexual so quickly—or to stay that way. I grunted as Jaime’s tongue dragged from the base of my covered cock to the tip.

The alarm on my watch rang.

I needed to take a deep breath before I could grab the back of Jaime’s head and tug him away.

“Go on, pup. Show me that stamina of yours.”

This time, he didn’t take off as quickly. It was a powerful thing—knowing I was affecting him this much. Knowing I wanted to have this much of an effect on him.

It was what pulled me into BDSM, what kept me coming back to explore Domspace. It wasn’t a specific kink or honorific that I was after. I didn’t care if I got someone there by spanking them, tying them to a bed, having them kneel before me, pissing on them, or drawing them a bath while they colored and told me about their day.

It was about having someone completely relying on me, looking at me for direction, for guidance. I thrived when a sub was so lost in their own headspace that they left every single decision to me—when they forgot everything else existed except for me and the need to please me.

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