Lover, Husband, Pet

The hope in her eyes was rapidly diminishing and he could guess why. He was deeply skeptical and, between his own narrowed eyes and frowning lips, he imagined it showed. She was still smiling though, waiting for his response, as he thought over what she said.

"So, let me get this straight, you want to tie me up... like a puppy?"

The smile of his wife grew a little, but he knew her well enough to know her hope was still diminished.

"Yes, so you have to crawl on your hands and knees like a puppy. And don't forget the puppy mask and puppy tail!"

Ted felt a little smile grow on his face, her enthusiasm was utterly infectious. It was one of the many things that had led to him falling in love with her.

He looked her over as he thought about her proposal. Lina (technically Li Na, but she preferred Lina) was, as always, pretty as a picture. She was Asian and it showed in her features, her black hair flowed to his shoulders, her brown eyes looked like something Rembrandt might have painted, her pale skin looked smooth as silk. She was wearing a simple white camisole that still managed to bring attention to her pert breasts. To him, she was beautiful.

They had met at a corporate mixer, he was an accountant and she was an engineer. Cocktail sandwiches at the event room of a boring office block led to proper cocktails at a bar downtown which led to the best sex he'd ever had at her apartment. They dated for 2 years after that and had been married for 8 months.

Mr and Mrs Birch. The thought always made Ted's heart flutter. Part of him still couldn't believe someone like her fell for a schleb like him.

His mind wandered back to the topic at hand. A part of him was a little weirded out by it, being tied up like a puppy sounded a little insane. It didn't bother him as much as he thought it would, though. He trusted her, after all, and she was just asking to try it, if he didn't like it then that would be that, right? He tilted his head a little as he spoke.

"That sounds like it may hurt my knees and elbows, though?"

Her eyes lit up, just a little, as she spoke, the enthusiasm still clear in her voice.

"Oh, don't worry honey, I'm going to get some good padded knee and elbow pads. For the first time I'm not going to keep you tied for more than 20 minutes either, so it shouldn't hurt. And we'll work a signal, a way to stop things the moment you want too. I promise you, baby, it'll be ok."

His worries eased back, at least a bit. He didn't know if he was 100% sold, but he was ok giving it the old college try. He smiled, enjoying the sight of her brightening up, and slowly nodded.

"Ok. I'll give it a shot."

3 days later

It had seemed like a good idea at the time but staring down the barrel of the reality of it, he did have some doubts. He was naked in their living room while she strapped on elbow pads, a bag of gear on the couch. At least the pads felt comfortable.

Lina stood up and looked him in the eyes. He guessed she saw the uncertainty on his face because she stroked his cheek and leaned forward, cooing in his ear.

"Thank you so much for doing this, baby. You look sooo good right now."

Hearing her voice in his ear, the soft gentleness of her tone, her calming touch and her clear eagerness helped calm him. He breathed in, a good long one, and smiled, awaiting her next moves.

She walked back to the bag and pulled out a black and purple mask. A puppy mask. It had two holes for the eyes, a snout looking thing where the mouth would be and two ears at the top of the mask. Looking at it, at her holding it in her hands, made his loins stir in ways he was surprised by. He didn't think he would be as aroused by it as he was.

Her smile was hypnotizing as she approached him with the mask. He stood still, unmoving, afraid to even breathe. She raised the mask to his head and began to pull it down onto him. It felt tight, but not uncomfortably so. For a moment, his vision was blocked before the mask slid into place, the eyeholes allowing him to see.

God, this felt... good. It felt so good. Just wearing this mask made him feel a certain way, it made him feel gentle and... submissive. It made him feel like a puppy.

Lina looked enraptured, her eyes wide in what looked like awe. She reached out, stroking his mask, her mouth slightly agape.

"Gods above, Ted, you look wonderful like this..." Her tone was soft, the joy in her voice palpable. She took a good long while to enjoy him before she took his hands and led him to the couch.

"Now, this next one may not be as comfortable for you." Her smile turned impish as she reached into the bag, "After all, don't puppies have tails?" She pulled out a butt plug with what looked like a short tail on it. A small puppy tail.

Behind the mask, Ted smiled ever so slightly. They'd played with plugs before, this seemed nothing too big. The tail was a little odd, but given the circumstances it was very apt. He bent over, pointed his ass at her and shook it playfully.

Lina laughed and lightly smacked his ass. "What a good little puppy!" She sounded amused as she pulled out a bottle of lube. Ted heard the squirt of the bottle followed by the cold, wet feeling of her lubing his ass.

Her hand reached over, grasping his neck lightly. He gasped as she did so, turning to face her. He saw and felt the plug press against his asshole. Lina giggled as she pressed it into him, clearly enjoying his transformation from her husband to her puppy.

It didn't feel unpleasant in his ass. It made him feel a little full, but not uncomfortably so. He shook his ass a little, feeling the silicon tail swish in the air. God, it felt so good, the way it swayed, the way it shifted inside him. He was dripping precum from his growing arousal. And judging by the way Lina giggled, grabbed his cock and squeezed, she was getting aroused by it too.

"Lay on your back... puppy." Her tone oozed authority, gentleness and arousal in equal measure. A chill went down his spine as he felt his hairs stand. Fuck, she was so damned sexy like this. And he felt sexy like this.

He laid back, careful to avoid crushing his tail. Wearing the mask, the tail, laying back with Lina looking down at him... he felt vulnerable, but in the best way. And the way she looked at him was soft but... hungry.

She reached into the bag again, pulling out two stress balls and what looked like a small roll of black, cloth like material. Placing the balls in his hands, she gestured for him to squeeze them. They felt soft, but firm. Smiling, she took the roll of cloth looking thing and began wrapping it around his hands.

"This is vet wrap, a kind of bandage. It will keep your hands restrained. After all, puppies don't have hands, right?" She accentuated her words with a euphoric giggle. In no time, his hands were wrapped, balled up and unable to do a thing. The wrap felt a little tight, not painfully so, but he felt it. Other than that, it was strangely... airy. Light, even.

She went back to the bag, pulling out a few more rolls of that vet wrap before standing before him, smiling.

"Put your arms and legs together, like this." She indicated with her arms, pulling them back to her shoulders. He could see what she meant now, how she was going to make him crawl. He complied and she began wrapping it around his arms and legs.

Through it all, they were both very aware of his throbbing erection. She even playfully bopped it a couple of times when she was doing his legs up, clearly reveling in the moment. It took a little time, but eventually he was trussed up, able to do nothing but crawl on his knees and elbows.

Crawl like a dog. Like a puppy. God, this felt so fucking hot.

Lina helped flip him over and gently carried him to the ground. Her being able to carry him felt really fucking hot too. Everything about this just felt hot. His cock was throbbing so hard and all he wanted was so desperately to cum.

The pads on his elbows and knees helped, it still felt a bit weird and he imagined it would hurt at some point, but it was bearable for now. Frankly, it was the only part of the experience he was not thoroughly enjoying and by no means a dealbreaker.

She appeared in front of him, a mixture of smug, amused and aroused on her face. "Awww, look at the puppy crawling on the floor. So hot, so sexy." Turning around, she reached into her bag and pulled out one last implement.

A collar.

"What's a puppy like you doing without their collar?" She almost whispered seductively, sauntering over to him while hanging the collar off her finger. The smile on her face was mesmerizing as she knelt down and began to buckle the collar on his neck.

It felt a little snug, but not too tight. The collar was black, leather he thought, with padding on the inside. Surprisingly, it was pretty comfortable. His eyes shot up as she stood up, her pussy glistening from arousal. She was naked and looked drop dead gorgeous, as beautiful as she did the first time he'd laid eyes on her.

Having her tower over him as he balanced on his knees and elbows cemented the mindset he had been slipping into since she had slipped the mask on him. He was a puppy. Her puppy.

If the situation was having an effect on him, she was practically intoxicated on lust and power. She'd fantasized about this for years, long before she'd even met Ted, hoping for a chance to indulge. When she married Ted, she thought about raising it, broaching the topic, but always nerved out in the end. She could kick her past self knowing now how amenable he was to it. And how much he seemed to enjoy it, judging by the spaced out look and throbbing cock. Not that she was not dripping herself. She turned around, looking back at him and pointing at the ground beside her.

"Heel, puppy."

Her tone was firm, but gentle. It booked no disobedience but was also warm and comforting at the same time. Without hesitation, he obeyed, sort of stumble-waddling his way to her side. It was an unnatural and uncomfortable movement, crawling on his elbows and knees, but not unbearable. For her, to please her in this mindset, he would do it gladly.

Watching him crawl to her side made her loins tingle even more, if such a thing was even possible. A large part of her wanted to flip him over and fuck him right now but she knew it would be oh so sweeter for both of them if his place was cemented that much more. And god, the way he was looking up at her, the look of love and devotion....

She was a strong woman for not cracking and jumping him right there.

It took a bit of effort to look up, having to tilt his head back quite a bit and look up as much as he could, but he managed. Even in his submissive state he could tell she was horny as a dog in heat. They looked at each other, a moment of lust, desire and understanding shared between them, before she slowly started strolling forward.

In less than a moment, he knew what she wanted. He crawled, slowly and awkwardly like a newborn after her. Mercifully, she kept a slow pace, letting him keep up with her as she slowly sauntered around their living room. The effort, the sheer exertion of crawling after like this had an effect he never would have imagined. It made everything... smaller? No, more in focus.

All that mattered was obeying, pleasing and serving. Serving his love. His wife. His owner.

One foot, or arm, after another. Follow. Please. Obey. Push past the slowly increasing burning feeling in his limbs and the tightness in his chest to carry on, to please. That quickly became his entire world, his end all and be all.

The way he struggled to keep up, to keep crawling beside her was invigorating to her, made her tingle, made her pussy drip like a faucet, but it also scratched a part of her brain, the cruel part that made her want to do this. Even then, she felt its hunger, felt it whisper such seductively sadistic words in her ears.

You could do so much more than this.

After the third loop around, she stopped by the couch, by the bag of goodies. She was smiling as she reached in and pulled out a riding crop, keeping unbroken eye contact with him. Somehow, she looked both terrifying and unspeakably hot. The way she wielded that crop seemed to promise both pain and pleasure in equal measure, a promise that made Ted moan in desperate need.

"We'll go around one more time, and I'll even give you some motivation too!"

Her tone was sickly sweet, the mockery clear on her face. He loved it. She moved to his side, pointing again, before taking a step. He barely started moving when the crop came swinging down, smacking his ass.

It stung for a second, sharp but not too painful, before dissipating, leaving a slight dull sting in its wake. Ted stopped, processing it. Goddamn, it felt good. His mind was lost in the sensation so much he forgot to keep moving, drawing another smack, this time on his balls.

This one stung even more and longer, the sharpness more pronounced. It almost made him double over but, in the strangest way, it still felt so good, even if he felt his abdomen drop in that way all men do when their balls hurt. It succeeded at drawing him out of his own head, spurring him to keep crawling.

She watched his reaction to her crop, a little anxious it might have been a bridge too far too early. Delightfully, she needn't have worried. Even if she hadn't spent the last few years getting to know Ted intimately, it was clear he loved it from the spacey look in his eyes to the prolonged moan after she smacked his ass. She cocked an eyebrow and smiled. Apparently, all this time, he was a masochist. Internally she was both laughing and kicking herself, wondering what took so long for her to find out as she swung the crop again.

This went on for a good fun while, slowly circling the room while she cropped his ass. Lina wasn't sure if it was her imagination or not, but she could have sworn that he was dripping more precum now than before. And was her pussy dripping even more now? God, cropping him, seeing him crawl like a puppy, it was so fucking hot.

By the time they finished walking around their living room, Ted was a sweaty, panting mess (and lord above did the look of him like this make her tingle) and his ass was throbbing a light red. She hadn't really pushed his limits with the crop (but made a note to explore that in future sessions) but he was physically exhausted, she could tell. Walking in front of him, she knelt down to look him in the eyes.

Their eyes locked immediately, gazing into their very souls. So much was exchanged in the electric moments they spent gazing at one another, songs of love, lust, pain, pleasure, devotion and adoration for each other. A part of each other, dormant for all their lives, was awakening to rapturous desire.

It took a lot of self control for Lina to finally blink, let alone look away. Her cheeks felt flushed, her whole face was hot, and she found herself slowly panting from the intensity. She could look in his eyes like this for hours, and gods did she want too, but she needed to move on if she wanted to do anything more before she had to cut him out of his restraints.

Wrapping an arm around his chest and another around one leg, brushing his cock as she did so (which drew the cutest moan from him), she hoisted him up on the couch. It was moments like these that made her happy she went to the gym regularly.

For the second time today, Lina was picking him up. And for the second time today, that was incredibly hot. It also gave his knees and elbows sweet relief after crawling, which was more than welcome. It was great fun and his cock was dripping precum like a leaky faucet but his body felt like it was burning from the exertion and his body was dripping sweat. He didn't think he had one more round in him.

He always loved the couch but it provided a level of comfort he never imagined. He supposed exhaustion makes the uncomfortable comfortable and the comfortable exquisite. Panting like a dog, he watched as Lina walked and sensually sat next to him, patting her lap and looking at him. Gone was the sadistic glint in her eye from before, now she looked... gentle. Welcoming.

He shuffled forward, resting his head on her lap. Her hand started stroking his head, her fingers trailing along the mask. It numbed the sensation a little, but he still felt the pressure from her hand and it still felt so comforting.

"Good boy, who's my good boy? You did so good, I'm so proud of you and I love you..."

The words were like manna from heaven, he could feel his heart skip a beat and his chest flutter like a thousand butterflies with each word of hers softly cooed in his ears. Her soft whispers, her gentle strokes, it felt wonderful, comfortable, safe.

She helped him come down from the intensity of their session. Even if they'd not done that much for not that long, it was his first time. She wanted to make sure he had as good a time as she could possibly make, so she took her time bringing him down, out of that submissive headspace. He seemed to take to it, almost leaning into her hand, sighing contently. Even restrained as he was he looked comfortable, his eyes looking at her. She could feel his trust and love of her in just that look.

They stayed like that for a while, gentle ministrations from her, content sighs of comfort from him. Even then, though, their arousal was slowly building. She admired the way he looked, the sheen from the sweat giving his body an almost ethereally beautiful look, and appreciated his willingness to indulge her. The physical and emotional bonded together to create an extremely potent aphrodisiac for her.

For his part, he was in a similar place. She was gorgeous, and he felt safe with her. The scent of her pussy, so tantalizingly close to his face, turbocharged the eroticism of the moment. If one could measure arousal with a metric, the two of them would be topping the scale right now.

"Goo... good boy... I lo... love you s... so muc.... hhhh"

Her voice was breaking a little, the arousal making it hard for her to focus. She had denied herself the pleasure of fucking him for a while, but that composure was slowly ebbing away. She wanted him, bad, like a thirsty man wants water. She looked down at him, catching his gaze. His eyes were locked on her and his own desire shone through. That was all it took.

As gently as she could manage while on the verge of feral arousal, she flipped him on his back. In a second, she was on top of him and spreading his legs. His restraints made it a little harder, but neither of them cared enough to stop to undo them. They were both lost in their need.

Without preamble, she slid down on his throbbing cock. As dripping wet as she was, she needed no lube. Her face was right on his, each other's heads all they could see and all they wanted to see. No words were exchanged as she gyrated her hips, skipping straight past the gentle beginning typical to their lovemaking to the hungry and feral fucking that usually foretold the coital crescendo of their conjugal love. They were in no mood for anything but the most intense and intimate connection they could muster.

"Oh.. goooood.... oh my GOOOD... oh ba... baaaaby.."

She was close and he could tell with what little part of him was not consumed with feral lust. He was right there with her, on the edge of bliss. Her hands which had been gently stroking him moments ago were now grabbing his head for dear life. Her cries were getting more and more incoherent, her body straining as they approached the inevitable.

"OHHGAOAAAHHAAAA..."

She came, hard, her body shaking like an earthquake hit it. She tilted her head forward, burying into his neck as she screamed, less words and more a primal yawp. Her hands remained grasping head as if to say 'mine', unwilling to let go of her husband even in her orgasmic bliss. The feeling of her pussy almost undulating as she came pushed him over the edge right behind her.

It was already intense before but it felt electric now. He screamed too, as much as he could in the mask, and bucked under her as he filled her pussy with his cum. Everything felt hot in the best way as he shook, matching her energy as they both rode the climax of their respective and collective orgasms.

Neither of them knew how long they laid there like that, him still inside her, her holding his head and resting hers on his. It might have been 20 seconds, it might have been 20 minutes. Neither knew nor cared. They were both floating, euphoria and love all either of them felt in the moment. Lina was the first to come back, slowly focusing on her husband beneath her.

She slid off his cock, moaning as she did so. It put her right back in a needy headspace, but she needed to undo his restraints before he started to cramp or worse. Lightly panting as her face flushed, she reached into her bag of goodies to pull out a small pair of scissors. She was a little nervous about cutting in this headspace but she managed it, carefully cutting the wrap on his arm and legs.

After however long wrapped like that, he could feel his muscles ache as he flattened them out. He flexed them a little as they throbbed, not so much in pain as soreness. He smiled behind his mask as he did so, even as sore as his body felt he loved every second.

She slid next to him, her lips close enough to his ears that he heard every breath. It was soothing, her rhythmic breathing mixed with her erotic purring.

"God, I loved that, Ted..."

Her hand rested on his chest as they laid together, taking in the afterglow from each other. The sensation of laying together, coming down from their orgasms was almost as good as the feeling of fucking each other.

Well, almost.

Still in his puppy mask, he turned to look Lina in the eye before reaching a shaky hand to cup her cheek.

"I loved that too, Lina..."

Her face brightened at his words, her smile growing. They nuzzled up, cuddling each other and basking in each other. They both knew this would only be the beginning of a new form of intimate play for both of them.

And they would love every second of it.