Nat/"whoever you want" pet play? She looks like she would benefit from it even if she doesn't know it at first and has to be forced.
I could totally see Nat being into pet play, although she isn't willing to admit it.
Picturing it with Lottie - maybe when they're on Lottie's compound, & Lottie decides that it would be therapeutic or some shit. Or maybe when they're teenagers. I don't need logistics.
But I'm just. I'm thinking of Nat on her knees, a collar around her neck leading to a leash. Looking up balefully, maybe she's been crying. Lottie looking down at her with the leash wrapped around in her fist, pulling on it to keep her down on the floor.
"This really will help," she tells Nat, & her eyes are big & soft & brown.
"This is some weird kind of kink shit, isn't it?" Nat asks, as Lottie tugs on the leash, pulling her forward.
"It can be a lot of things," says Lottie, which doesn't actually answer Nat's question.
Lottie pulls on the leash to get Nat to crawl further forward. She's shaking a little, as Lottie looks down at her expectantly.
"Are you a good girl?" Lottie asks, & it's in that singsong baby voice that people use when they're talking to dogs or babies.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Nat demands, & she makes to stand up.
Lottie tightens the leash, keeping Nat on her knees, & Nat's hands reach up to remove it.
Lottie yanks at it. "No," she says with authority. "Bad girl."
Nat shivers, stares up at her.
"You need to be..." Lottie trails off. "Do you want to be a good girl?" She's sitting down now, tugging the leash to make Nat move forward.
"Lot, c'mon -" Nat starts to say.
"Do dogs talk?" Lottie interrupts.
Nat glares at her.
But she doesn't get up.
"Good dog," says Lottie, & she's smiling wider as she spreads her legs. "Now..." She tugs on the leash, pulling Nat closer, & Nat lets herself be pulled.
"Do you know what good dogs get?" Lottie is spreading her legs open, sliding her thumb under the waistband of her panties. She lets them dangle off of one leg, & now she's pulling Nat that much closer, her heel digging into Nat's ribs.
"Woof," Nat says, & she lets her tongue loll out before she is tugged under the tent of Lottie's skirt.
Lottie's pubic hair is soft & ticklish against Nat's lips, & she's slick & hot when Nat opens her mouth, Lottie shudders against her.
Lottie moans when Nat starts licking, her thighs spreading wider, her hips tilting forward. Her clit is hot & hard under Nat's tongue. She wraps her lips around it, sucks, her tongue flickering over it.
Lottie moans, & she's sinking back onto her seat, tugging on the leash. "Good girl. Such a good girl. Such a... good..." Her voice cracks as Nat's tongue slides inside of her.
She's wet enough to drip down Nat's chin, she's trembling as Nat begins to lap at her clit again. She's mumbling, her hand curled over the curve of Nat's skull through the skirt.
Nat rubs her thighs together, keeps licking, & she finds feel the silence slowly echoing through her head. The need to do the one thing.
The one thing, to make Lottie come.
And she's going to be a good girl.
She's in that same quiet, horny place where her whole mouth tastes like musk & salt, tastes like Lottie.
"Good dog," Lottie gasps, & she's curling forward.
Nat knows she's a good girl. Even if this is fucking stupid & fake, thinking about how Lottie thinks she's a good girl makes Nat's pussy clench tight.
Lottie comes against Nat's mouth, a gushy, stuttering gasp of an orgasm, & then she's sinking back into the chair, her chest heaving.
"Such a good girl," Lottie says dazedly.
Nat presses her thighs together, licking the slick off of her lips as she leans back. Her hair is in disarray from the skirt, & she stares up at Lottie, not sure what she's supposed to do.
"Do you..." Lottie is panting, trying to catch her breath. "Do you want to get a reward?"
"Woof," Nat says, deadpan.
A smirk from Lottie, & her boot nudges between Nat's thighs. The toe of it is right against Nat's cunt, & Nat's hips curl forward in spite of herself. She rolls her hips forward, dragging herself along the bed of the laces.
"There's my good puppy," Lottie croons, & she's raising & dropping her foot, she's scratching Nat's head as she tugs on the leash. "Such a good puppy. That's what you get when you're a good girl."
Nat squeezes her eyes shut & rides Lottie's foot, Lottie's ankle. She's still got Lottie's orgasm drying on her face, & Lottie is stroking her hair, is saying that she's a good girl.
She comes on Lottie's leg, humiliated & horny < her head entirely quiet. She nuzzles her cheek into Lottie's thigh, & she sighs gustily, slowly letting herself relax into the role.
Into... being Lottie's pet.
