🐰 April Drools Day

Rating 🌶️ | The scent of him wraps around me like an extra leash. Beastie is twitching in his prison, just inches away from my face...

Master Says Write: Pet’s Diary
NSFW: Content warnings

First day of April, 2025

It’s the first day of April. A stupid Tuesday full of stupid people in stupid online meetings about stupid things they could just as well have solved in a couple of emails or DMs. But no, that would be smart, so let’s not do that. Let’s waste the day away leave the real work for later. When we could be doing really nice things.

Told you, it’s all stupid.

Master has his laptop open. I have my tablet. Because, “No, pet, you know you have writing to do.” 🙄

So here I am, curled up in the blanket fort under his desk. The tablet is clipped to its holder, the keyboard clamped to the tray on my thighs. My fingers are ready, but not for typing. My tongue is wet. My brain mushy. It’s all his fault.

The scent of him wraps around me like an extra leash. Beastie is twitching in his prison, just inches away from my face.

Master promised there would be cake, so I try to be a good girl.

But then he unzips his trousers.

"April Fools, pet" he whispers, barely loud enough for me to hear, but loud enough for his mic to catch it.

There’s silence on his call. Someone’s coughing.

Then Master lets Beastie out.

Right there. Right flipping there! No camera. Just sound. And my handsome bestie standing tall and ready, calling for me to serve him.

I know the mic picks up on the soft, unmistakable sounds of my breath catching.

"Uh… was that you, Maddox?" someone on the call asks, but Master doesn't answer him. He just slides his hand slowly down his thigh.

I'm so needy, I whine and lick my lips.

Master smiles.

"You keep writing, pet."