Footrest

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Written with a friend in mind, and my first shot at a second person POV.


You're bent over the cushioned foot stool on your knees, entirely nude minus the bindings on you. A pair of handcuffs leave your paws stranded behind your back, and your thighs are tied to the legs of the footrests with plastic wrap. You've been blindfolded too, so you can't see where your master is. But you can hear his footsteps to your left, probably hanging up the wooden paddle he just used to spank you.

Your bottom is sore. Master just put you through a pretty rigorous paddling. You lost count around the twenties, and beneath the fur of your ass cheeks you can imagine the skin glowing red. Those footsteps are behind you now, and you feel a warm paw gripping at your caged bits.

That's right, there's one more thing adorning you - a steel chastity cage that's been on you for nearly two weeks now. It's the longest time you've ever been locked up, and it's really starting to get to you. It's making you feel crazed - like you'd do absolutely anything to get even a hint of a nut.

"You've been a very good puppy for your owner these past few days! You're very good at following orders, pet." Masters voice is deep and it's outlined with pride in you, his submissive little puppy dog.

"Rrruff." He expects you to make dog noises unless he asks otherwise. You feel a hand rubbing your back and suddenly, hot breath in your ear as he speaks.

"Good boys get rewards. Do you want a reward, puppy?"

You whine like a dog would, then bark again louder.

"Well, it's been awhile since I've been in here, hasn't it?" A finger prods at your hole. You hold back a moan. He told you to clean out for a reason...

"If you want your reward, there's just one more thing you have to do for me. You have to let me muzzle you."

Oh. That's... Hm. You've never had to use the safe signal, just the safe word. A muzzle kind of negates speaking, you imagine. Being bound as you are and unable to speak makes you feel a new sort of... helplessness. You do trust your Master - you've known each for quite awhile now. But do you feel comfortable enough to...

"You don't have to if you don't want to...But that does mean no reward."

"Wrrruff!" The noise comes out before you can even think about what you did - but you're a good dog! And good dogs make their master happy, and good dogs get rewards. He might even let you out of the cage! This was a no-brainer.

"Oh, good to hear, puppy!" You hear some shifting around you, and then something is laid over the upper half of your muzzle, thick and firm. A strap behind your head, something is pulled, and the muzzle tightens up beneath you as well, effectively keeping you from speaking. The leather garment leaves the end of your muzzle and nose free, able to breathe without a problem.

You wonder if he'll make use of that - he knows what scents get your engine revved up.

"Try to open your mouth, pup." He says it playfully, his voice now coming from behind. You make an attempt - it's futile. The gag must be made of leather, and it doesn't give. It's a little concerning, but your tail is brushed aside and the lap of a tongue suddenly digging into your ass makes you forget about it.

It also makes you yelp, and the gag muffles it awfully well. Hands keep your cheeks pried apart as he greedily laps at your rear end and you feel your eyes rolling back in pleasure. You inhale sharply through your nose, letting the breath out in unintelligible whining and whimpering. Master was hungry, and you're so grateful that he's chosen you to gorge on. His wet tongue hits all the right spots and you roll your head back, letting out a relaxed noise. The rimming doesn't last long enough - it never can. But when he does finish with that deft tongue, you feel one of his thick fingers in its place. It presses at your entrance and you wiggle your rear, beckoning him to push further.

He eventually does, the protrusion rubbing up against your prostate, and he immediately starts working on a second meaty finger. You haven't been allowed to play with your hole while caged - this was why. Only master is allowed to give you pleasure, and today he's feeling generous.

You shudder in your bindings as the two fingers root around. A paw pats your back comfortingly. You feel his breath on your neck again.

"I love hearing those noises, puppy...keep on making 'em for me." He's got a growl to his voice that makes you blush. You're happy to oblige.

Having found the gland, your master toys with it in a way that would have you writhing around in a puddle of bliss if you weren't already strapped to a footstool. He's relentless, and soon enough that warm tickle grows into a wave of heat in your loins that threatens to consume your entire body. Your world is dark but you can hear him encouraging you to revel in this moment, can feel his other paw on your stomach, and you can see the scenario in your mind clear as day.

The pleasure doesn't stop - you can feel the sensation spreading throughout your body and there's no point in holding back the shaking. You're in the middle of moaning through your gag when your Master speaks -

"Aww, looks like we have a leaky little dog!" Your dick must be dripping - with this much stimulation it's a given.

You just keep moaning in response. You find it insanely hot that your first orgasm in two weeks is happening with your dick still locked up and your master responsible, in complete control. It's a heaven you savor for as long as you possibly can.

"You know, if you can cum like this, maybe we don't have to take this cage off at all." You can only moan in response, your toes curling as the onslaught of bliss continues.

"Wouldn't you like that? To only get release when I want, with your dick always locked up no matter what? Moan for me if you think so, puppy."

"Mmmnnnghhhh...!"

How cruel - it's impossible for you not to make noise with how much sensation is coursing through you. Even so, wouldn't it be wonderful? For this beautiful experience to be dangled in front of you like bait, and you would take it every single time. You wish you could say yes, wish you could shout it for the world to hear! Please Master, lock me up for good and throw away the key, only you can be trusted with my pleasure! No one else!

The footstool shakes as you are with your shuddering, almost constantly in orgasmic bliss. It feels like it goes on forever, a nirvana that feels like it could never end. Unfortunately though, all things must pass. And your Master, who's spent this whole time giddy with you, chuckling at your submission or whispering in your ear, pulls his fingers out.

You wonder if he's going to fuck you after all that. But instead, you hear more shuffling around, and -

The scent of him, specifically his well-worn socks, is pressed up against your nose. The smell of the fabric immediately seeps into your nose and you breathe it in like it's oxygen. After all that, you get the chance to worship and indulge in his paws. You feel yourself blush. Smell is the only sense you can comprehend, and it's taking over your thoughts.

"You like that, don't you, you dirty little mutt?"

"Mmmhmmm..." You trail off.

"You look so nice like that, y'know. Yer so eager to love every part of me, even beneath my feet. You're such a good footrest for Master, I wish you could see how hard you've got me..."

You wish that you were hard, but you're ecstatic that you have his sock smooshed up against your nose. It reminds you of how dominant, how manly he is. It reminds you of the well-worn boots he makes you take off of his feet, and how much hard work he puts himself through to keep the physique he has.

All that is where your thoughts have drifted to when you hear grunts that crescendo in a low, rumbling growl. The paws pressed into your face scrunch up as you feel something splatter over the top of your head fur.

He lets out a sigh and those paws find themselves leaning on your back. Master is panting, and then the TV comes to life.

"What a good, obedient dog you've been!" You feel hands around the back of your neck and a strap loosening. On instinct, your tongue is lolling out of your maw and you take a deep breath. 'I was a good dog, wasn't I?' you think to yourself.

"Keep quiet for me, puppy, unless it's urgent. Do you understand?" You nod your head up and down.

You've just had all the attention in the world - the only thing you needed right then and there is a break, and thankfully this position is a comfortable one. It's only made better knowing your Master is resting his paws on you. With the blindfold still on, it'd be easy for you to doze off like this. After a few minutes you do, just a puppy sleeping by its Master.

-Funkazan

December, 2023