Mondatta is also the perfect candidate for wearing sexy lace lingerie underneath that expensive suit at work all day. He comes home and Reinhardt slowly takes off his tie and unbuttons his shirt. Mondatta’s nipples are all puffy and raw from lace rubbing against them for hours; Reinhardt cupping that abused chest, tugging so gently as Mondatta trying to hold back his quiet gasps. It has Mondatta tenting his suit pants for the millionth time that day. He self-restraint is

frayed by the time his dom’s huge, calloused, gentle hands are on him. Reinhardt plays with his needy pet all night.

*heavy breathing* holy shit yessss

Mondatta pressing his lips into a severe line, vaguely embarrassed by what Reinhardt has him do on a regular basis but also loving how he doesn’t need to have an option; just has to follow and let himself get called pretty and precious.

He feels so silly in his little panties and the bra and was so afraid somebody would notice (he didn’t lose his suit jacket once in fear the little bra would show itself through his shirt)but it’s so good when Reinhardt stands him in front of a mirror and murmurs what a good, obedient pet he is.