#praise.

And one so very unlucky sub caught in between all of it, the sheer confusion, praise and degradation mixing together, pleasure and agony, the need for more and the yearning for mercy, another orgasm rolling over them when their body could barely take the last one...

“Straighten up,” he murmurs, and you lift your shoulders in compliance. He loops the rope around your chest, creating intricate patterns across your bare skin as you do your best to hold your position while he’s maneuvering the rope. He pulls your arms behind you and laces the rope between them. “Too tight?” He asks, but you’re shaking your head before he even fully gets the question out. He’s always gentle with you, treating you like you’re something delicate, something valuable, something worthy of such attention and care, and you’re still not quite used to it yet.

He continues working in silence, pausing in his ropework on occasion to shift your limbs or tilt your posture, and as time goes on you start to suspect he’s treating you a bit like a doll more than anything. When you huff out a loud sigh to express your discontent, he just laughs softly.

“Sorry, pet,” he says quietly. “Be patient. I’m almost done.”

True to his word, he pulls back to admire his work soon after. You can’t help but shift slightly in the bonds, silently treasuring the way the pressure shifts as you tug against them. His hands quickly come back to re-correct your posture back to where he wants it before leaving you again. After a few moments, there’s a click of a camera, and you turn to see him smiling.

“Sit still,” he commands again, and you huff out a breath as a hand corrects your posture once again. “It’ll be over soon, puppy, and then you’ll get a reward for being good.” He pulls away, and you sit still even as the click of the camera and the sound of footsteps echoes around the room. He tugs at you a few more times, pulling you into slightly different positions, some more difficult to maintain than others.