Sir and I had been exploring puppy play a bit more recently.
Not something I ever thought I’d enjoy, but we’re both a little silly in personality, so it fits us well. He’d just finished up the last of his work for the day and looked a little stressed, so I put on my puppy collar and got into character.
He was in the kitchen at the time, doomscrolling on his iPad. I watched him for a second — his brow still furrowed with stress. I got on my knees without him noticing and announced myself.
“Yap!” I barked cheerfully, wiggling my bum in faux tail-wagging style.
He turned at the sound, and his face immediately lit up with a grin.
“Hello, puppy!” Sir beamed.
“Yap yap!” I barked again, flattening my tongue as I began to pant playfully.
I crawled over to him on my hands and knees, stopping at his legs. Looking up at him, I nudged at his crotch with my nose, still smiling and wagging my imaginary tail.
Sir laughed and ruffled my hair. “Who’s a good girl?” he asked in that exaggerated puppy voice that all dog lovers have.
“Yap! I am,” I squeaked happily, nudging his crotch again. I started rubbing my nose up and down the growing bulge in his trousers.
Sir chuckled. “Does my puppy want something?” he asked sarcastically.
I simply grinned up at him, devilish and eager, and gave his cock another nudge.
“Ahh,” he said with a knowing look.
He lifted his leg between my parted knees. “Is my puppy feeling randy?” he asked smugly, rubbing his thigh gently against me.
I humped his leg eagerly. That’s what I loved about us — I felt comfortable enough, even after a fight, to be silly, playful, or needy. I did it because it made Sir happy… and, well, the friction helped too.
Sir laughed, pulling his leg away and grabbing my lead from its hook. I rose onto my knees and batted at the air like I was giving paw, bouncing with excitement as he stepped closer.
“Down, girl!” he scolded playfully while clipping the lead to my collar. He turned and walked toward the living room, giving the lead a tug to beckon me. I followed on hands and knees, not that I had much choice.
He sat on the settee, spread his legs, and tugged again. “Come sit right here, girl,” he said in an unusually pleasant tone — suspiciously pleasant. I wondered what he had planned.
“Now,” he began, “shall I be a kind master today? Have you been a good puppy?”
“Yap yap yap!” I barked, bouncing up at him eagerly.
He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He paused, thinking — deliberately making me wait, wonder, squirm.
“Go on, girl. Fetch the dildo!”
I barked in delight and scurried off to the bedroom on hands and knees. I stood up briefly to paw through my bag, found my dildo, and clamped it between my teeth before crawling back.
Sir was waiting, already palming himself through his trousers.
“Good girl,” he praised, taking the toy from my mouth.
I barked again happily. This whole game was ridiculous and freeing — pretending to be a pup meant simple joys, fewer thoughts, and more fun.
Sir held up the suction cup end of the dildo in front of me, grinning smugly. “Lick it, girl.”
I tried not to laugh and gave the suction cup a big, wet lick with my flattened tongue.
“Good girl,” he said, sticking it firmly to the floor.
“Stand up. Spread your legs.”
I obeyed eagerly, already dripping with anticipation.
Sir dropped to his knees behind me. His fingers slid into me easily — no resistance, no need for lube. With others I always needed it, but not with him. Just the touch of his hand relaxed me.
He spread my folds and found my clit in seconds. He paused to look, admiring his property, before diving in with his tongue. Strong, slow strokes — just how I liked it.
I placed a hand on the back of his neck, gently massaging as he licked me. My eyes fluttered shut. I let myself enjoy it, let the world melt away.
Minutes passed. Moans escaped me in short gasps as my orgasm built steadily. He knew when I was close — I always got a little more aggressive, fingers digging in.
Sir stopped instantly.
I groaned in frustration and looked down at him, my face twisting with exasperation. He snorted.
“You know better than that, puppy,” he teased.
“Fucking tease,” I muttered under my breath.
Smack! His hand landed sharply on the back of my thighs, making me yelp.
“Did you say something, pup?” he asked, all innocence.
I whimpered, resisting the urge to rub my stinging skin.
“Thought not.”
“Down on your knees. Lips on the head of your dildo.”
I knelt and bent forward until my lips pressed softly against the tip of the toy.
“Suck it, girl. As far down as you can.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I opened wide, guiding the toy between my lips. My jaw stretched as I took it in, edging it down my throat until I gagged slightly.
“Hold it.”
I held it as long as I could, swallowing in between breaths, trying not to choke.
Sir chuckled. “Drop it.”
I released the toy and pulled back, coughing slightly, my eyes watering.
“Good girl. Now sit on it.”
“Of course, Sir.”
I lowered myself onto the thick toy slowly. It always stung a little — silicone was different from flesh — but I welcomed the stretch.
“That’s my good girl,” Sir said, standing up and unzipping his trousers. He presented his thick, hard cock.
“Bounce on your toy and show me how good you can deep throat.”
“As you wish, Sir.”
I opened my mouth, tongue flat in invitation. He filled it quickly, his cock twitching as I rolled my tongue against the sensitive underside.
He fisted my hair, guiding my rhythm as I bounced on the toy, taking him deeper.
“What do you say, fuck pet?” he growled.
“Thank you for fucking my mouth, Sir,” I mumbled around him.
He moaned. “That’s my good girl. That’s my good puppy.”
“Can I play with my clit, please, Sir?” I managed to plead around his cock. We’d done this enough — he could understand my garbled pleas.
“You may, my good puppy.”
I reached down, rubbing my clit in quick circles. Our pace grew frenzied, breathless. We were both close.
My orgasm built fast and tight. I barely remembered to ask. “Can I cum, please, Sir?!”
“Yes,” he groaned, close himself.
He shoved my head down harder as I came, the vibrations from my moaning tipping him over the edge. He came hard, spurting down my throat with a primal groan.
We stayed still for a moment. Then he released my hair, and I looked up at him — my mouth wet, my eyes watery.
He cupped my face gently and smiled the way he always did after, full of affection.
“That’s my good puppy.
Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. Then we’ll snuggle on the settee with a film. Sound good?”
“Yap!” I barked, grinning, and kissed his belly.