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Oh my God.

If you can’t make this happen for me in my life, can someone at least direct me to where this is from?

Honestly, some of the most fulfilling stuff I’ve done with partners has been giving dominants aftercare. I really dislike how the whole idea of aftercare is so centered on submissives, and totally doesn’t take into account the dominant’s experience and feelings. While it’s not always the simplest thing to do, it’s important and rewarding to sit with that partner and be like, “hey, look, I’m fine and you’re a good person and we both had fun.”

I was leaving Pup’s place one night when he grabbed hold of my coat and – intentionally, as to irritate me – buttoned it askew. Huffing, I undid the buttons.

“Do it again,” I said.

He shook his head, “do it yourself.” I pouted, twisting one of my legs and shooting him some puppy eyes. He sat down on the end of his bed and chuckled. “You’re cute, do it yourself.”

“My Daddy buttons my coat for me,” I said, brushing my knees against his.

His hand shot up: palm overwhelming my face, fingers burrowing into the hinges of my jaw. I stumbled back and he pushed me against the wall. “I’m not your Daddy, you little bitch,” he snarled in my ear before releasing me. “Now button up your coat.”

That Time Pup Was Celibate For A Little Bit, Part Ten

Before the whole break from messing around thing, Pup used to grab my face like this all the time. (He still does now, sometimes when I’m being a brat, sometimes when he’s fucking me.) When I went to show him out that evening, he did it again as I was mid-way through some bratty little comment.

Before he left and after he’d torn my tights up, Pup had gotten up to his feet and stood over me. I was teasing him, making some comment about how I didn’t want to sully his “sacred vow,” when he lightly applied pressure from the heel of his foot into my diaphragm.

(Hey readers: Don’t try this at home. You’ve got a bunch of fragile-ass bodily infrastructure going on in there. When I say lightly, I mean really freaking lightly. Pup was massively careful with this and I don’t want any of you hurting yourselves on my account, okay?)

I coughed. No matter how hard I tried to breathe in, I couldn’t. I could take little shallow puffs of breath if I really tried to, but otherwise I was effectively cut off. I’d never experienced breath play like that before, and I gasped for breath when he drew his foot away.

“Are you sorry?” He asked.

I couldn’t help myself. I felt my mouth spread into a smirk. Pup’s foot lowered back down and I gasped for breath.

“You’re a little bitch, you know,” he said and lifted his foot for a moment. I had barely enough time to catch my breath before he moved it back down. “You’re selfish. You deliberately provoke me. You’re a disgusting slut and I am going to ruin you.”

It stopped about there. My eyes were starting to get glassy with subspace. He read the signs and helped me sit up, talking me out of it.

And still, when he went to leave, I made a bratty comment. That’s how I knew we were back to normal.