I feel like I haven’t seen enough content of submissive Pierrot with a dominant partner who puts him in a chastity cage or other device— like, imagine this:
“M-my dear… please…” Pierrot’s soft voice is little more than a whimper from where he kneels beside you, his legs far too shaky to continue standing. “I’m— I’m so hot, it hurts…”
It’s barely past noon, several hours before you’d normally unlock him and let him have fun with some of the toys from the nondescript chest that had ‘mysteriously’ appeared once this particular dynamic began between the two of you. He wouldn’t be allowed to fuck you for a while yet since technically he’s still being punished for breaking out of the last chastity cage, but you couldn’t bear to deny Pierrot entirely.
… Not to mention he’s too cute like this, grinding his hips and pressing his restrained cock against the side of our leg like a mutt in heat. His face is flushed a deep red, tongue lolling out from the cracked mouth of the mask every time you adjust your foot and teasingly offer him the slightest brush of pressure that isn’t his own doing.
Pierrot sobs pitifully, and all you do is smile and reach down a hand to gently pat the top of his head— the puppy, even in the throes of desperate need, nuzzles against your palm with enthusiasm.
After all, he wants to be your good boy.
#nsfw #tfc #tfcpierrot #ficlet