When I come up the stairs, you are just how I asked you to be in the middle of the landing, entirely naked, head bowed, and kneeling. Your collar and leash are folded neatly in your upturned palms. I stand over you and smile, looking down at your wide shoulders and broad back, my perfectly obedient big pup.
You don’t move but I can hear your breath quicken as I run my fingers through your hair and gently pat your head. I absorb in the flexed muscles and curves on the top of your shoulders and forearms. Reaching down I take your beautiful red leather collar from your hands, slowly place it around your neck and click it into place. You keep your head bowed as I ruffle your hair and scratch my nails on the back of your neck.
‘’*My* good puppy’’ I whisper softly, leaning over and bringing my hand around to cup your face. It’s only then that you move for the first time, closing your eyes and nuzzling your cheek into my palm. I watch you intently and thumb across your beard as you push against my hand. Taking your leash and unfurling it slowly, I attach it to the back of your collar. You are now bound to me. You are *my* pup. My adorable, obedient puppy dog.