agsapphic

My femme giving me a try on haul of all the pretty lingerie I bought her. Her pouting that I’m not paying attention because I’m suddenly thinking about what they’d look like in her mouth instead.

“Down, puppy.” Sitting on the couch and she’s on her knees in front of me now, waiting like a good girl for my next command. Pulling the strap out and gently guiding it past her pretty lips. “Get this wet for me and I’ll fuck you with it after, puppy.” Holding her hair back and trying not to lift my hips and push too far.

My puppy is confused. She broke the rules by touching herself without permission, so why am I telling her it’s time to play? I’m even taking out her favorite toy. I lay down on the bed and call her over, gesturing to the strap I’ve put on. “Come here puppy, sit.” She listens right away not understanding until my hands stay tucked behind my head, not gripping her hips like I usually do. “Since you think you can fuck yourself better than I can, go ahead.”

Oh to edge a girl until she’s crying and begging under me. Condescendingly asking her what all the pretty tears are about.

I want to take care of a puppy in every way. Leading her to a bath when I know she’s had a long day and needs to be pampered. Taking my time massaging her head as I’m washing her hair. Wrapping her up in a fuzzy towel and picking out the cutest and coziest pajamas. Doing every step of her bedtime routine until her eyes are heavy and I have to practically carry her to bed. Laying her down gently and giving her two of my fingers to suck on. Ugh, the urge to baby a sweet puppy.