carracosta | no breaks on the gay train

You know... [one of her hands brushes down Haruki's neck and over her shirt, fingers playing with the buttons.]

Pets aren't supposed to speak. Or wear clothes, for that matter. ♥

[does this count as love and attention]

[ Well. This has gone into a different direction than she intended. Not that it's a bad thing. This is just a different type of love and attention. A weird type. ]

Some of them do! Haven't you seen those really high-class girls walking around with the tiny dogs in their purses? Sometimes they have clothes.

How silly~ ♥ My dog won't be wearing clothes.

[wooooo take it off]

Nothing but a collar and leash. That's how it should be. ♥

Man, this got kinkier than I expected it to get.

I guess that's my cue to get undressed, huh? Do you even have that stuff around? [ She doesn't remember seeing Isuke owning pets...! ]

[well.

you know.

she doesn't need a pet to own a leash and collar!! it's always good to be prepared. Isuke stands and moves to the doorway, glancing back over her shoulder.]

By the time I return, I expect you to be undressed. ♥

Depends on how long you're planning to go for.

[ But, ah, whatever. Isuke's left.

... She's not one to turn back once she's gotten this far, though.

When Isuke comes back into the room, Haruki's awkwardly standing with her clothes folded nicely off to the side. She's not covering up, but she's sheepish. ]

Man, your AC is set pretty low. Way too cold in here.

No complaining! ♥ Every time you do that I'll have to punish you~

[lo and behold, she actually has a collar. and... it has a dog tag? with Haruki's name already engraved in it????]

Ah, perfect~

[she holds the collar up in front of Haruki's face, one hand snaking around to grope her ass.]

What do you think? Does it look nice?

[ Oh, a collar with a tag on it? She looks at it and -- ]

... Does this have my name on it already? Or did you own another Haruki before me?

Isuke had it prepared!

[prepared

specially

prepared.

she fastens it around Haruki's neck.]

Prepared...? Isuke-sama, don't tell me you were waiting for something like this to happen.

[ She moves her head a bit... Kinda tight against her neck, but it's snug enough to not hurt or anything...

Shit, this really makes her like a pet dog now or something. ]

Not waiting.

Planning. ♥

[alright alright alright. don't give her any weird looks...! she just got the collar and tag yesterday.]

Is there a problem with that?

Meaning you had this in mind to begin with. Ah, I learned something new today.

[ She pulls at the collar a bit. ]

It's a little tight, Isuke-sama... Can you loosen it a bit?

You're going to have to ask more nicely than that, Haruki-chan. ♥

[there's nothing wrong with planning ahead!! she goes over to sit on the sofa, crossing her legs and looking at Haruki expectantly.

expecting... something.]

[ Shit. Is she telling her to beg or something? And what's with that suffix stuck at the end of her name? Don't mess around with her, Isuke!

She watches as Isuke sits down, and she... follows after her - awkwardly crawling across the floor to stop just in front of her. ]

Please... loosen the collar, Isuke-sama. [ God this is embarrassing this is how rich people have sex??? ]

[lol ok

or not. she leans over, cups Haruki beneath her jaw with one hand and tilts her face up.]

But maybe I like seeing you squirm in discomfort. ♥

[see?? sometimes she can be on top. for a while.]

[ Hhhh. This is frustrating.

Does she try and bite Isuke's hand or sit there and take it? ]

Fine, don't. I'll deal with it. [ She backs away, moving to sit with her back against the sofa, legs crossed and a hand moving to adjust the collar every now and then. Huffffff. Where's the love, Isuke-sama ]

Hmm? Don't be a killjoy. ♥

[she crosses her legs over Haruki's shoulders, effectively pinning her in place while Isuke leaaaans over until her chest is basically resting on Haruki's head.

hi.]

A stubborn puppy's not as fun~ beg for me to loosen the collar, okay?

Ah. They're huge.

[ Well, of course she already knows that, but still! Suddenly boobs are on her head. Haruki squirms, adjusting herself. She's kind of leaning back into Isuke now. ]

Please loosen the collar, Isuke-sama. [ It's more of a begrudged mumble, her head tilted upward though it basically gets her face smothered in her chest. What even. What size are these ]

[biggest size, don't even front]

Enjoying yourself? ♥

[she leans to apply more pressure. don't suffocate. but oh- Isuke's adjusting the collar at last, lightly brushing her fingers across the skin of Haruki's throat.]

[ Oh. She actually did that. Haruki's neck cranes to the side, stretching enough just so that she leans into her hand. There's a slight shiver that crawls up her spine. ]

Your nails are as manicured as ever. How do you even do it when they're this long? [ She doesn't have to see them to know that Isuke likes keeping them a little longer than normal people. Rich people and their manicures.

And whatever 'it' is that Haruki is referring to is probably self-explanatory ]

Practice~ ♥

[is she being serious. who even knows. she runs her fingertips up along Haruki's jaw, then over her lips, pushing a finger in her mouthwithout warning. Isuke water u doin.]

Would you like me to show you how I do it?

[ha ha she's not gonna show her. hell naw.]

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