You really didn't realise what was going on to be honest. You just called Noah at the same time every day. You said the same sorta things to him.

You really didn't realise it had gone this far.

You just called Noah every single night at around 9 pm. You talked to him every day and you gave him his favourite sweets. You jokingly gave him more sweets and praised him when he acted all affectionate to you.

Or wore pretty clothes, or said something that sounded like he liked you. Or did something perverted to you. Or look all pretty and rub his thighs together or bite his lip

You really didn't mean to train him into being your little cute pup.

He didn't realise it to be honest. You didn't either. The way he subconsciously leant towards you. How he'd act like a subby little bubba because his subconscious said 'this behaviour gets rewarded, lets do more of it'.

How you accidentally conditioned him to see you as well...his master.

Ok it sounded really weird when he thought about it but honest! He didn't realise.

Ofcourse until his mates pointed it out.

You were all sitting at a lunch table. Noah was wearing some nice shorts and a loose singlet with those huge armholes. Utterly glowing when you smiled at him.

You being there = good, fun.

You smiling = good, fun, praise.

Praise = warm squidhy feeling

His mates watched and eventually Nick spoke up with a scoff. You were too busy listening to music with your noise cancelling headphones go hear.

"So, Noah. When did you become her bitch?"

He drawled and Noah choked. Looking up confused. Instantly getting a little defensive.

Someone being mean = you being upset = not fun times or praise for Noah

Him defending you = praise and thanks.

Praise and thanks = fuzzy warm and good feeling.

He bristled a little and spoke lowly, trying to intimidate Nick and also not freak out. God this boy was so conditioned. Gritting his teeth.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"