The Missing Angel of HΕsΓΆk Tere [bondage] [pet play] [light cnc][femdom]
Prelude
This is a scene taken from my notes app on something Iβm trying to write. Itβs switches pov from time to time. I have never written anything like this before. Also there is an element of bodily harm to this but itβs not focused on too much, just an injury. Just its effects.
Inch thick black boots sound her entrance back into the room. Approaching me with the confidence one does to a liar with their secret. And I, the liar, awaiting my exposure. In her right hand she holds a collar, a ball gag, and some hand cuffs. In her left hand, a ~~bottle of whiskey~~ *now now, why are we going to ruin the surprise*, *keep quiet and continue the next line pup*. Stood straight, she stops once her knees align with my face. I raise my sunken head enough to see her tower over me with a malevolent grin. Bending down, she places everything on the floor aside from the collar which is wound around my neck. Her sweet scent fogs my brains once more, infusing my eyes with the rosiest glasses. I choke as ~~the~~ *my* collar is tighten till viens throb. She then parts my lips as a vet would an unconscious dog during surgery, before the rubber ball gag is placed and locked.
Holding my chin she gently forces me to look at her. ***Look at her***. βBefore we begin my pet, I want to make one thing very clearβ her face becomes stern βyouβll leave my grace a very different animal. That feeling you have, knelt down, all puppy eyed, brain foggy as you choke on my invisible hand. Soon that will consume you, soon my scent will be your definition of fear, and soon, youβll learn itβs inescapable.β A warm smile forms on her face as her head tilts a little. Comforting my anxieties, βdonβt worry too much thoughβ taking her hand and gently teasing the outline of my cock through my trousers. βYouβll never have a reason to truly leave muttβ
~~My~~ *His eyes close as a desperate whimper seeps through the gag. And when opened again there was my divine light in them. I continued massaging his desperately aching cock, begging for more pleasure to dull his little brain. But, and I trust youβll keep this between me and you, heβs going to be crying tears in a minute.*
βwhoβs my pathetic little puppyβ she softly whispers in my ear. Just as her touch begins to make me moan through the gag she pushes my chest with the bottom of her boot and I fall back against the sofa. Falling onto my lap she restricts any movement and begins removing my clothing. Lifting up and taking off my shirt. One hand lifts my jaw while the other digs her nails into my raw flesh. My abdomen tenses at her touch as Iβm force to watch her face enjoying every second of my pain. Sharp nails scape across my chest drawing faint lines of red. My blood runs cold with fear through me as I wince. Muffled whimpering leaks through my gag. I look away but her grip tightens, forcing to watch her smile turn to a malicious glee. βAwww poor little muttβ she giggles as my brain empties itself of anything other than the present moment. Focussing on my groin in desperate search of stimulation, her poisoning sweet scent filling my brain, and fear coursing through every fibre of my being as my body sweats and heaves below her grip. ~~Help me~~
*Reaching round the back of his head I unlock the gag, freeing his mouth to speak. His eyes stare at me like im an impeding doom to his existence. So I think heβs getting the picture. βBark for me puppyβ I command. He dares to take a moment to even think. I slap him and hold his jaw up again. βI said bark muttβ. And does he try, if I was blind Iβd assume that below me really was a helpless wounded animal. Ready to serve. Unfortunately for him, my eyes laid upon his soul. What Iβm going to next should concern you.*
Something deep within knows fate is approaching. Taking the handcuffs she locks my ~~hands~~ *paws* behind my back. Looking me dead in my eyes once more. The same soul bound whip of a look. I feel the tug on my collar as she speaks with my destiny on her lips.
βIn dogs Iβve always found genuine happiness through a smile has quite the disgusting look to it. Snarling with a teethy grin. Producing such grotesque faces as they do. Although, at a βrawβ level most things mortal do. But in you humans, rare is a smile not an exaggerated mask of your general sense of being. Become disfigured through lies just to appear well to the world. And for an easy life you think. Living is hard, why do you lie that itβs not just to make it worse. I hold a genuine disgust for that.β She comes in closer, face to face, looking right through me. Tilting her head as she curiously interrogates my soul. βAnd you, my faux dog, you look the snarling part, but I canβt feel that beating song inside you. Not yet. Youβre disfigured.β She pauses for a moment and smiles. Placing the ball gag back in my mouth and tightening it. Really tightening it. She softy kisses my fiery red cheek, her lips a cooling breeze to the heat radiating off them before whispering in my ear βBut donβt stress puppy, Iβm going to *fix* you nowβ.
Standing she raises my legs to rest upon the sofa, my back to the hard wooden floor. Blotting the light in the room, an angelic halo forms around her head with darkness towering over mine. Picking up the bottle of whiskey she taunts it infront of me βready?β she teases. I shake my head left to right rapidly, my heart streaming boiling rapids through my veins. Desperate cries are left muffled. βI wasnβt talking about the whiskeyβ. Her leg lifts hight in the air, she slows time to let me appreciate the thickness of the soles on her boots before they come down again with force.
The scream is instant. The scream is loud. But his pathetic screams are muffled. Both the vibrations in his own body to his ears, and the snapping vibrations of his bone course through the air like an operatic harmony. Watching the bone pierce slightly out his flesh into his trousers, modestly, I appreciate my clean breaking of his tibia. Writhing in agony beneath me, the tears begin to stream down his brightly lit eyes. I take his collar and push him back against the sofa again. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey I straddle his lap. His pathetic cock throbbing beneath me, I hold his collar tight.
Bloodshot eyes, tears streaming red from the flush of his cheeks. Nose flaring heavy breaths as his body adjusts to me. Gently feathering a finger over my impact a deep bellowing yelp overwhelms him, viens bulging at the neck, his eyes finally wide awake. Even his sweat feels raw. I remove his muzzle and he retreats from my touch. But a tightening of my grip and he doesnβt get far, and leering into eyes, I see it. βmhhh there it isβ I breathe with a smile of wicked relief. βthat perfectly disgusting snarl. Fearful yet needy. Bark for me puppy. Bark!β
Ohh, and did my little mutt yelp, bark, and whimper. Each a deep chord from within his soul. Music for those divine of heart, letting his desperation wash over my ears. Lost inside of it I almost forgot to reward his good behaviour. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey in one hand, and his throat in the other, I feel the thumping of his heart pulse through those bulging veins. And he, submitting to my touch, gently leans into the cooling hold of my grip. I pop open the bottle as he begs for anything to mute this pain. And of course, dulling any lingering parts of his mind my scent of fear and lust had not quite explored. Lifting the bottle and follows the head of my obedient dog, slowly pour the medicine down his gasping breath, leaving wide open his neck. A blossoming volcano, radiating heat for my lips to explore under strict control. Gushing down the burning taste of release, I gently kiss his neck.