Jim x Dwight Oneshots *smut warning*

Dwight the pet

BDSM WARNING! (this chapter contains mature themes and possible violence/kink description. Read at your own risk)

I can't believe I'm actually doing this. Dwight and I have talked about trying pet play for a while now, and we finally decided to try it out at his beet farm. He wants to be the pet, and I'm more than happy to take on the role of his master.

As we walk through the fields of beets, I can feel the excitement building inside of me. Dwight is already in his pet gear, a collar around his neck and a tail deeply embedded inside his ass. He looks up at me with big puppy dog eyes, and I can feel my heart melting a little.

"Good boy," I say, patting him on the head. He wags his tail in response, and I can't help but chuckle.

We make our way to the barn, and I lead Dwight over to a bale of hay. "Now, sit," I command, pointing to the hay. Dwight obediently sits down, his tail thumping against the ground.

I can't help but feel a surge of power as I watch him obey my every command. "You're such a good boy," I say, scratching him behind the ears. He leans into my touch, his eyes closing in pleasure.

As I continue to pet him, I can feel myself getting aroused. The power dynamic between us is electric, and I can't wait to explore it further.

"Dwight, come," I say, beckoning him to follow me. We make our way deeper into the barn, and I lead him over to a pile of hay. "Now, roll over," I say, gesturing to the hay.

Dwight rolls over onto his back, his paws in the air. I can't help but laugh at the sight, but I quickly compose myself. "Good boy," I say, patting his belly. He wags his tail in response, and I can feel myself getting even more aroused.

I lean down and whisper in his ear. "You're such a good boy, Dwight. And you're mine." He whimpers a little at my words, and I can tell he's loving every moment of this.

As I continue to play with him, I can feel my arousal building to a crescendo. "Come on, boy," I say, standing up. "Let's go back to the house."

Dwight obediently follows me out of the barn, and I can feel my heart racing with excitement. We've only just scratched the surface of our pet play dynamic, but I can't wait to see where it takes us next.

Once we're inside, I lead Dwight to the bedroom and tell him to kneel by the bed. He does so without hesitation, his eyes fixed on mine with a mix of anticipation and submission. I can tell he's eager to see what I have in store for him next.

I pull out the large bushy tail from my bag, along with the bigger butt plug attached. "It's time to change out your tail, boy," I say, my voice low and commanding.

Dwight nods his head eagerly, his eyes lighting up with excitement. I can tell he's been waiting for this moment. But I can tell he's a little apprehensive. "Jim, I don't know if I can handle that," he says, his voice uncertain.

But I just grin and pat his head. "Don't worry, Dwight. I know you can take it. And besides, it'll feel so good once it's in."

With that, I start to work on removing the small tail and plug, watching with delight as Dwight whimpers and squirms. I can tell he's feeling the effects of the stimulation, and it only makes me more excited to see how he'll react to the bigger size.

Once I've removed the small tail and plug with a satisfying pop, I take a moment to admire the sight of Dwight's puckered hole, so pink and inviting. Then, I slowly start to insert the bigger butt plug, watching with rapt attention as it stretches him wider and wider.

He groans and arches his back as it slides inside him, but he doesn't protest. He knows that he belongs to me, and that I can do whatever I want with him. Dwight gasps as I work the plug in deeper, and I can feel my own arousal building with each sound he makes. Once it's fully in, I attach the bushy tail to the end, admiring the way it swishes back and forth.