God damn it, he hated this, it was humiliating!

This very morning you had come up to him with a mischievous smile, the one he had seen many times before. It was the smile you gave him every time you were planning something devious and far from innocent. And even when he knew you were up to no good, you still somehow caught him off guard.

"C'mon!! Don't be such a wuss, it'll be fun!" You had told him, and as much as he had wanted to decline, he had been confident in his abilities to defeat you in this challenge you had imposed. But his confidence fell short when in a split second you had managed to climb to the top. His defeat like a slap to the face, his pride shattered.

How the hell did he let his guard down? And how the hell did you manage to weasel your way to victory!?

He had lost the bet and you were nothing short of victorious, howling and clapping at your triumph. All he could do was mentally curse at himself for being naive enough to agree to such a dumb game.

And as much as he wanted to sulk and be a sore loser, he simply couldn't. "Loser gets to do what the other person says for the whole day and they have to wear this little muzzle and collar." You had both agreed to that and as a man of his word, he wasn't one to back down. He couldn't even if he wanted to, you had the keys to the collar and muzzle, his freedom in your hands.

The leather was tight against his face, the choker around his neck wasn't any better, only serving as a constant reminder of his loss. He crossed his arms, grumbling under his breath as he waited for your command. As you had both had agreed, you now had the power to treat him like your personal slave for the next 24 hours. He was completely and wholly at your mercy, your dog for the day. And god damn it did he hate it.