Puppy/sir, bondage, blindfolds/sensation play, teasing, caging, edging, desperation

Owen sat on the dining room table quietly, his bare skin against the cold wood. His hands were tied behind his back, and his arms were secured by black ropes stretching across his chest and shoulders. He shivered as Jester ran their hands over his body, gently pressing and stroking and squeezing while they nipped at his neck. Their hands were cold against his flushed skin, and a shiver ran down his spine as they brushed their thumbs over his nipples. Jester pulled away, deciding they were finally satisfied with the bruises and bite marks peppering his neck and shoulders.

"You look so pretty, puppy." They cooed, holding his face. Owen leaned into their touch, looking down at them pleadingly. They smiled and turned, grabbing one of the toys they had placed on a chair behind them. They bent over slowly, letting Owen stare.

They were wearing a tight leather harness that squeezed their body, straps running across their chest and reaching down their thighs. Under it, they were wearing a black lacy bra and matching panties. The fabric was sheer, and Owen could see a little bit of pink showing through the soaked fabric between their legs.

"You're so wet, baby." Jester stood straight, but didn't turn around. "You're more excited than I am, aren't you?" Jester turned, glaring at him. They were holding a blindfold, and they raised it to his eyes.

"At least I can control myself." They said, tying it tight behind his head. "You're only in this situation because you act like a fucking animal." Owen shrugged.

"You were the one teasing me." Owen couldn't see then anymore, but he could feel them glaring daggers at him.

"Mhm. Spread your legs." Owen did and there was a moment of silence, then the sound of a phone camera. Owen closed his legs and tensed up, face flushing.

"Are you taking pictures?" Jester sighed.

"Yes, puppy. I'm taking pictures. Spread your legs." Owen didn't move.

"I don't want you taking pictures of me when I'm like this." Owen said quietly, looking away. Jester put the phone down and placed their hands on his knees, spreading them gently.

"Like what, kitten? Soft and vulnerable?" They ran a finger over the small metal cage secured tightly around his soft dick. "Completely helpless?" They tugged at the ropes squeezing his arms to his sides. "Marked as mine?" They dragged their nails gently over his bruised neck. Owen's heart was racing, and he whimpered quietly.

"Yes sir." Jester withdrew their hand.

"I thought you liked being mine."

"Yeah, but..." Owen hesitated.

"It's what, puppy?"

"It's embarrassing." He muttered quietly.

"I can't hear you, kitten. Speak up."

"It's embarrassing!" Owen said, louder. "What if you send them to people?" Jester raised their eyebrows.

"I thought you liked it when people knew you were mine." They put their hands on his cheeks. "When they see what you let me do to you." They slid their hands down his cheeks and around his neck. "When everyone knows you aren't as strong as you look." They started squeezing, slowly cutting off Owen's airflow. "When everyone knows what a helpless little whore you are." They kept squeezing, and Owen started choking. "Don't you, kitten?" Owen nodded, and choked out a response.

"Y-yes sir. I do!" Jester let go and Owen coughed, desperately choking down air.

"Good boy." They grabbed their phone and held it up. They took a few pictures of him, admiring him as they did so. He was so much bigger than they were, taller and stronger, but he looked so perfect when he was tied up. He was great at keeping a straight face, but as soon as they touched him, his composure always broke. It was wonderful, watching him fall apart as they secured the cage between his legs, begging for another chance, frantically apologizing that he lost control and touched himself.

When they were satisfied, they put the phone back on the chair and looked at the other things they had.

"What do you think, puppy?" They looked at the items they had laid out. "These first?" Owen's body hummed in anticipation. He head the clattering of something against glass, and then something freezing cold press against the center of his chest. Owen's body jolted, and he tried not to yelp. Jester giggled. "Should I have given you a heads up? Sorry." They pulled the ice cube away, and Owen heard the clinking again as they put the glass down. He braced himself, and felt two more ice cubes press against his nipples.

"Mm!" Owen grunted, fighting against the restraints.

"Awww." Jester cooed. "Are you sensitive?"

"Yes sir." Jester slid the ice cubes over his nipples and started circling them gently. Cold water dripped down Owen's stomach, making him shiver. Once they were melted, Jester dried their hands and stepped back.

"Good boy. I'm going to put a leash on you, ok?" Owen nodded eagerly, and they grabbed a collar and leash, securing them around Owen's neck.

"Off the table." They ordered, tugging the leash. Once he had slid down, they pulled out another chair and stepped back, sitting down. They grabbed their phone and hit record. "Come." They tugged the leash, and Owen stumbled forward, still blindfolded. "Stop. On your knees." Owen stopped right in front of them and fell to his knees. They put a foot on his shoulder. "Speak." Owen barked loudly, only stopping once Jester tugged the leash. They stopped recording and put the phone back on the table. "You're such a good boy."

"T-thank you, sir." Jester lifted their foot and held it in front of his face.

"Open your mouth, puppy." Owen opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, and Jester pressed their toes against it. Owen wrapped his lips around their toes without having to be told, sucking and nipping gently. His drool ran down his chin and dripped onto his chest. "Good boy." Jester said, an ache throbbing between their legs as they watched him. He was still tied up and blindfolded, completely under their control. Jester could make him do anything. "Would you like to taste me, puppy?" Owen nodded eagerly. "Go ahead." They pulled the fabric of their panties aside as he kissed their foot, their leg, their knee, the inside of their thigh.

Owen licked their slit gently, savoring the wet pooling on his tongue. He played with it in his mouth, showing Jester before he swallowed it. He ate them out slowly, the way he knew they liked it. His nose brushed against their clit, and they wove their fingers through his hair, tugging gently.

"Fuuuccck. Good boy, puppy." They groaned, letting their head loll back. Owen stopped and shifted his weight, pressing his lips against their clit. They grunted, and their grip on his hair tightened. "Don't stop, puppy." Owen obeyed, and sucked their clit gently. They groaned, their voice husky. It had been a few days since Jester had caught Owen touching himself, and because he had been forced to wear the cage as punishment, Owen wasn't the only one who was pent up and desperate for release. "Puppyyyyyy" Jester moaned. Owen could feel their thighs trembling against his head, and he sped up. They yelped, and Owen felt them finish, their cum squirting against his face and dripping down his chin. He eagerly lapped it up, trying to drink as much as he could. "Good boy, good puppy." Jester muttered, catching their breath. Owen felt them tug at the blindfold, then tug it off roughly, using their foot to force his head down. "You missed some." Without looking up, Owen bent over and licked the puddles of cum off the floor greedily.

Once he was done, Jester let him sit up and look at him. Their skin was flushed and their pussy was pink and dripping. Their clit was swollen and throbbing, begging for more friction. Their body shone with sweat, and the leather harness dug into their skin as they drew in shaking breaths.

"You're so beautiful, sir." Owen said. Their cheeks flushed, and they stood.

"Don't make me gag you." They muttered as they hurriedly put the blindfold back around his head. Owen smiled and stood. "Bend over the table, puppy. And spread your legs." Owen obeyed, and his heart started racing. His chest pressed across the cold wood and he spread his legs, shivering.

Jester put a hand on his ass and spit onto his asshole, using their fingers to spread it around. They slid one finger in, then two, quickly slipping them in and out. Owen arched his back and whimpered, as they finally touched him.

"You're so perfect, puppy." Jester said, scissoring their fingers.

"T-thank you sir." Owen moaned, thighs shaking.

"Does it feel good, puppy? For me to finally touch you?" They slid in a third finger, and Owen whimpered.

"Yes, sir."

"Were you desperate for this?" They curled their fingers aggressively, loving how Owen's asshole twitched around their fingers. He whimpered, but didn't say anything. They roughly slid in a fourth finger and brought their hand down, slapping his ass. His asshole clenched around their hand and he cried out. "Answer me."

"Yes sir! Yes sir, I was!" Jester pulled their hand out and smiled, stroking the burning hand print gently.

"Good boy." They turned, wiped off their hand and grabbed a dildo and a bottle of lube, heart pounding. The toy was too thick for them to wrap one hand around, and as long as their forearm. They squirted some lube onto the toy and stroked it gently, until the whole length was slick. They pressed the tip against Owen's asshole and pushed. It slid in easily, and Owen let out a long moan as they buried the toy inside of him. Once only the base was visible, Jester stepped back and smiled. "Good boy, puppy. Now get back on the table." Owen shakily slid onto the table, and moaned as he sat, his whole weight on the toy.

"It-It's really deep." Owen whimpered.

"Do you like it?" Owen nodded.

"Yes sir." Jester put their hands on the insides of his thighs and spread them.

"You like being filled, don't you?" They dug their nails into the soft skin of his thighs. "You like it when your pretty little asshole is stretched and full, don't you?" They stroked his caged dick gently, swiping their finger across the slit. "You love it, don't you, you little whore?"

"Yes sir!" Owen moaned. Jester stepped back and sat down, holding up their phone.

"C'mon, puppy. Be a good little boy and show yourself off for the camera." Owen shakily slid his legs under himself and started riding the toy, the base of which he had stuck to the table. He started slowly, trying to show that he could be patient, but within minutes he was going as fast as he could, whimpering and moaning loudly. His useless, soft cock bounced between his legs as he fucked himself, desperate for a release he knew wouldn't come. His body tensed every time the swollen tip of the toy hit his prostate, and sparks flew across his vision. His soft little cock ached, and his balls started throbbing.

"S-sir!" Owen whimpered, thighs shaking.

"Yes, puppy?" Owen tried to choke out something, but his attempts were cut off by a long moan. His mouth hung open and he leaned forward, erratically bucking his hips against the toy. "Puppy?" Jester put their phone down and stood, gently putting their hand on Owens cheek. He leaned into their touch and whimpered, spit dripping from his mouth. His face was flushed, and sweat dripped down his temple.

"I-I'm, MM!" He arched his back and moaned, an intense feeling of relief coupled with an agonizing throbbing spreading through his body. His body shook as he came, cum dripping from his soft cock and pooling on the table.

His skin buzzed and his body ached, stars dancing in his eyes. He pulled out the toy fell to the side, breathing heavily.

Jester caught him, and helped him lay down, climbing onto the cable and sitting next to him. They held his head on their lap and stroked his hair as he caught his breath.

"Good boy, puppy. You did so well." Jester said quietly.

"Are you still mad at me for touching myself?" Jester smiled and kissed his forehead.

"Of course not. You behaved so well for me, baby."

"I love you."

"I love you more."