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Pretty Puppy

HAHA, yeah it's exactly what you think it is, I've been too much of a coward to actually put this out, can you believe I've been going back and forth with it for three months? Puppy play, not to the extreme, plentifully sweet more than smutty, but still hot.
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The autumn breeze flourishing over the landscape of a finely furnished house carried the dead leaves falling from the red and yellow trees over to the road, brushing past lines of cars parked along the sidewalk. It was the season of wind sweeping away the warm remnants of yet another blistering summer chasing many inside, gravitating others to the ocean for a soothing dip or a tan to their winter pale skin, penetrating the earth to either be either loved or hated. Summer through the years gradually rose in temperature and the sun looked terrifyingly intimidating when it was blazing harsh rays onto the sidewalks and the busy streets of the city, reflecting off of windshields and leading walking legs to the shelter of a cool ice cream parlor promising the gift of something icy. Frank had never been one to believe in the theory of global warming and one he read online that the sun would be the reason for the end of the world, but he felt it in these days of the summer that recently passed, causing the air conditioner in his household to be set to the coolest temperature. The windows also remained shut at all times unless the setting sun was accompanied with a fresh evening breeze. Summer brought on wonderful memories, but he also dreaded the heat with every inch of his body. Autumn was instant relief and for the dropping temperatures, he was finally permitted to bring out his sweaters providing him immense comfort.

Without the heat to stand in the way of anything, Frank was also able to have more physical contact with the man he loved--as long as he behaved correctly, as the condition went in terms of rewarding good behavior. He was never allowed to initiate anything unless he was given permission to or his Master decided to provide him with romantic attention he secretly craved while keeping a dominant character in a stance where he was always looming over Frank. By no means was affection a rare occurrence, but something about it felt like an ineffable gift in Frank's eyes when mostly, they were physical. Raw, passionate beings colliding together like two like halves of a soul; one dominant, one submissive, an inevitably perfect match brought together in a slow burn of tension. Frank adored the sex, his body belonging to the man he loved and served for, but soft caresses and gentle kisses worked their way deep into his heart that was always skipping beats whenever his Master pulled him close.

And Frank was a good boy. Yes, he was a well-behaved, perfectly submissive puppy trained to the fullest extent, which filled him to the brim with everlasting joy. He was the best submissive for Gerard, he knew it deep within his heart, but he'd never admit his silent vanity to his Master or praise himself during times of rewarding actions. It showed in the well-earned collar secure around his neck, the dark leather soft on the inner part to relieve Frank of constant friction, paired with a perfect red bow in the center and the metallic tag hanging from the metal loop settled underneath the silken bow. The tag the shape of a heart had three words engraved onto it to constantly remind him of the reason why he was given the privilege to wear the collar with pride; 'Master's Good Boy', cursive letters tangling together that greeted Frank in the mirror every morning. He gazed at it whenever he had a chance to, toying with the red tag by running his fingertips along the smooth leather to feel the tiny grooves on his skin.

However, when he misbehaved, he was punished with a different collar rougher than his special one, the simple tag spelling out, 'Filthy Whore'. He despised being collared by such a degrading object, until the hatred was knocked out of his mind during his punishment, and he groveled on his knees for forgiveness after learning he was at fault for having the collar clinging to his neck like a shameful vise he never wanted to feel again. It was one of the reasons why he was such a good puppy for his Master, giving him everything he had to offer and more to keep him pleased.