A short story about a special gift (Lifestyle petplay gayness (she/her sub and unspecified dom but they're called girlfriend a few times))
She waited with baited breath. Sitting on the floor glancing back and forth between the door and the clock in the entryway. A shiver ran through her, uncertain whether it was the slight chill on her bared skin or from excitement. Owner promised her a gift today if she was good, so she was pulling out all the stops to show off how well trained she had become from cleaning to grooming herself and waiting properly. How far her Owner had brought her, from not even realizing she could be into something this... Debased. This intensely humiliating. And now she can't get enough of it.
It progressed like a blur, from simple affectionate names to more doting behavior. Gentle coos, more handsy petting and praise whenever she did something that made her girlfriend happy. From there it quickly became a noticeable trend. Little loving scratches behind the ear or under her chin. Being called a Good Girl... Being slowly trained to bark on command... It kept escalating and left a slight fear in her from how little control she was left with, but it always left her wanting more.
It felt so good, so right when she was ordered to call her girlfriend by proper titles. Miss, Mistress, Goddess... Owner. All the while, her girlfriend's praise kept feeling more and more enticing. Owner had a way with words, especially a way with making them hit her just right. Comforting, safe, like she could just sink into those words and everything would be ok. Before she knew it, she didn't even hesitate to follow orders, because she knew she could trust her Owner. She knew that at any time she felt uncomfortable the option was there to stop, but that safety just made her want to dive even deeper. To truly become her Owner's pet.
It quickly became a lifestyle for them. A living situation where even their basic day to day interactions had become this game. This play between the two. Finding comfort and routine in giving and receiving power and control. Even their closer friends had come to learn of it and a few particularly enjoyed the spectacle, treating her like a dog more and more often. A pet to be adored and encouraged. Giving them gifts of chew toys, bowls, cutely patterned leashes but never a collar to attach them to. They even chipped in together for a human-size doggy bed. (How expensive those can be almost shocked her more than how badly she found herself wanting one)
The jingle of keys snapped her out of her introspection. Her breath hitched and she couldn't help but fidget slightly, fingers dancing along her thighs as she sat up. The door opened, and Owner walked in with a package. A simple box. She was graced with a smile as she was asked greeted and asked if she had been good. An enthusiastic yes followed by a snappy arf, just the way she was trained to respond. The smile grew wider, more satisfied, leaning towards the expression she had come to anticipate each time Owner got serious. A gentle "Good girl" followed in that tone that made her melt. "I think you've earned your present."
The box was opened, the gift pulled out slowly. It was more beautiful than she could've imagined, and knowing Owner picked it out specifically for her made it immeasurably more so. She knew her excitement must have been clear, because Owner laughed. That laugh held so much power over her, made her positively giddy, like it was a song meant just for her.
Owner leaned down, not quite to her level but slightly above, and held the gift forward. "Will you be mine?" They had already played around the idea of this scene so many times, but the reality was more intense than ever expected. The meaning of this. With a tear trickling down her beaming face and a short nod, her Owner reached forward. As the soft leather clasped shut around her neck, she knew that she would never want this to end ❤️
... Ah gosh. I meant to sleep about two hours ago, but I got a lil lost in some thoughts. The idea of official collaring being made into a big deal almost akin to a marriage proposal is a really cute and special thing to me, and I just had to get this out of my system. I like to imagine a big ceremony with friends present at some point after the end, but I felt like this was a good stopping point for the story I wanted to tell.
Hope yall enjoy the result of sappy-gay-overload hehe, nighty night ❤️❤️🐇🐇