your hands, I have something you’ll need to sign,” I said, hoping my cryptic language would excite him further as I produced a contract from one of my drawers. I’d printed it in black and red ink on shiny white paper, and it detailed everything that would be expected of him as a pup.
I was listed as Owner/Dominant/Master, and Chaz was listed as pet/submissive, just like it was an adoption contract from the pound. It listed my responsibilities as Master, including keeping Chaz safe and happy during training and play sessions. Most of the details were centered around Chaz’s pleasure and protection, but there were parts of the contract that were all about what was expected of him, too.
He was to obey me.
Show me loyalty.
Please me.
And in turn, I was to show him a whole new world that went way beyond just fucking him, or blowjobs, or even the occasional toy.
I watched him as he sat back on his heels and read the contract. His expression was one of slightly embarrassed wariness, but I could tell from the goosebumps on his forearms and the way his cock had stiffened up that he was turned on by every word.
I passed him a fountain pen. “Do you have any soft or hard limits?” I asked, motioning to the box where he could write in whatever came to mind. Usually, submissives at least wanted to protect themselves against injury--not that I ever would’ve hurt him anyway; at least, not outside of playing with his ass--but he eventually shook his head.
“I trust you,” he said again, and those three words had the same effect they’d had on me the first time I’d heard them. “And the safe words being ‘yellow’ and ‘red’ work for me. That’s the only time I’m allowed to talk when I have the pup hood on, right?”
“That’s right,” I replied with a smile, signing my name on the dotted line with my own pen.
He signed his next to mine. Even his signature was cute. It was so deliberate, with a huge “C” and then “haz Lockheed” in surprisingly delicate cursive. Mine had always resembled a lightning strike, bold and sharp. Side-by-side, the difference was almost comical.
“Good boy,” I purred, petting his hair. His eyes widened, and he melted into my touch.
Now, I needed to fit his hood.
I went to the nearby shelf displaying a variety of leather pup hoods mounted on mannequin heads and examined each one thoughtfully. Each hood resembled a dog breed from the shape of the head to the “fur” patterns and colors. I had hoods ranging from masculine, boxy-headed breeds like Rottweilers to sleek, dignified hoods modeled after Dobermans and German shepherds.
I reached the end of the shelf, and my eyes landed on the perfect hood for Chaz. It embodied his sweetness, his innocence, his playful demeanor. It wasn’t overtly masculine like a black-and-tan Rottweiler hood, nor was it elegant and borderline feminine like the ever-popular German shepherd hood.
I lifted the black-and-white husky pup hood off the mannequin head and gazed thoughtfully at it, imagining Chaz wearing it. It was by far my cutest hood, with white brow spots above the eye holes to accentuate its friendly expression and perky ears that quivered whenever the hood moved. This one had a mouth built onto it that would move with Chaz’s, and an adorable red foam tongue that looked like it would cup my cock perfectly.
I turned to face Chaz and held the husky hood up for his inspection. “What do you think, boy?”
He swallowed audibly, and his eyes widened in a combination of nerves and excitement I recognized well. He had always been adventurous during sex, especially when the occasion called for some creative thinking to make it practical, so it was amusing to know that this was what flustered him.
“I like it. It’s a husky, right?” he asked, his voice slightly strained with awkwardness I planned to assuage soon enough.
“It is. It’s perfect for you,” I replied, lowering it onto his head like a crown and fastening the belts to secure it in place, careful not to get his somewhat shaggy hair caught in the buckles. When I was finished, I held up my phone with the camera flipped around so he could get a look at himself. “What do you think?”
His eyes widened, and I was pretty sure he was blushing even though I couldn’t see his face. “Um. Woof?” he said with a hoarse chuckle. He was adorable when he was bashful like