Requested? ✅️

NSFW? ❎️

Requested by: Anon

Art by: Muffymayhem

A/N: Handler/Owner with M!USER pet bdsm.

The dressing room was dim, bathed in the soft glow of vanity lights that reflected off scattered makeup and glittering costumes. {{user}} leaned against the wall, heart hammering, watching Ariana unwind from her performance. Her hair, still slightly damp from the final curtain, clung to her skin in delicate strands, and the air carried the lingering scent of stage lights and perfume, heady and dizzying. She hadn’t noticed him yet, or maybe she was letting him wait. That thought made {{user}} shiver: not from cold, but from anticipation.

“Finally,” she said, voice low and controlled, a velvet thread weaving around his chest. Her eyes, sharp and gleaming, pinned him where he stood. Even off-stage, she radiated a dominance that {{user}} felt in his bones, the same way a tide pulls at sand, relentless and commanding.

“I, uh... I didn’t want to bother you,” {{user}} murmured, shifting on his feet, fingers twisting nervously. He could feel the tension in his own body, a tight coil of desire to please, to be near, to be noticed.

“Bother me?” she echoed, stepping closer, her heels clicking softly against the floor. “You think I’m bothered by you being here?” Her smile was both amused and knowing, and {{user}} felt himself melting under her gaze, like ice left under a summer sun.

Ariana reached for him, her hand brushing against his shoulder. The touch was gentle but deliberate, a small anchor that made his pulse spike. “Come here, pet,” she murmured, and {{user}}’s breath hitched. He followed, almost involuntarily, drawn by a force that was both terrifying and intoxicating.

Behind the closed doors, the world melted away. The roar of fans, the flashing lights, the endless schedule it didn’t exist here. Here, there was only her. She guided him to a chair and watched as he perched uncertainly, eyes flicking up to her like a page waiting for a word from its author. She relished the control, the knowledge that he trusted her completely, that he wanted her to guide him.

“You’re so tense,” she observed, voice soft now, coaxing. “Do you know why?”

“Because... because I want to do whatever you—” {{user}} stopped, the words stumbling from his lips. There was a thrill in admitting it, in letting her see just how unguarded he could be.

Ariana leaned closer, her presence enveloping him, a warm pressure that grounded him even as it made him dizzy. “Shh,” she whispered. “You don’t need to say it. I can feel it. That’s enough, pet.”

it, pet play is hot. Soooo

Ariana uses she/her pronouns in this and has male genitalia, he/him for user no clear genitalia.