Sannnnn- ► go give yourself up to Robert without him asking. Don't you want to be a good boy?
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Sorry this got spicy 🥵
CW// dubcon, pet whump, conditioning, fucky mental space, bondage, intimate whumper, Seggs toys, nsfw, mentioned past noncon and torture, mentioned facility whump, cigarette and cig burns, choking, sensory depravation, nudity, leashes, dehumanization and captivity.
Sann stares at you for a moment before jerking his jaw.
“As if that were to make him think that” he says to himself as he stands up to complete the order.
He’s shaking as he opens the drawer where his master keeps all his toys. After a quick, careful inspection, he takes his two favorites: the red rope and the leather hood.
Then, he walks to the one tiny drawer inside the closet to fish out a black harness.
His clothes, thin and light, fall to the ground with a dry thud before he starts to work the buckles around his torso and legs.
He fails a few times and clicks his tongue at each of them before he walks outside the closet and goes through the front door, not forgetting to clip his leash to his collar in his way to the basement.
Some people used to stare at him as he walked the halls half naked. Some would taint and pull on his leash playfully, but after so long, after the last person who touched him got fired, they barely even bat an eye as they see him walk past.
He’s more of a ghost than a pet, really.
Quiet, barely seen, barely heard even if his steps make the wood on the basement crack.
Sann knows the mattress, the muddy smell and the cold so well already, he doesn’t shiver. Or so he tells himself as he sets the ropes on place. Ready for his Master to grab them and tie him up. The pet tries to remember if his Master smelled of weed in the morning and nods to himself as he hesitantly puts down the hood over the mattress.
He hopes…but he swallows it.
His Master doesn’t want to see him.
He never does.
He knows, but that is a flame that refuses to go cold as the rest of him.
