Chapter 25
Knox
“Oh...I...” Shoot. What had I been going to say? I scrunched my eyes closed tighter and finally gave up when the words wouldn’t come. “Master?”
“Arch your ass up.” Master ignored what might’ve been a question and stroked his hand down my back. “Let me see your pup hole.”
Yes.
I needed my tail.
Oh, maybe I’d been going to moan?
“Good boy. You’re going to be a sexy pup for me.” Master patted my ass and teased me again with the plug end of the tail. “That’s right. You’re going to look so sexy.”
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
“I...” He kept stretching me just enough that my brains went mushy again. I’d thought they couldn’t get any softer than when he’d put me on all fours, but I was wrong. “I’m...I’m not a pup, though.”
They got into the right headspace and were pups.
“No, you’re my slut.” Master stretched me a bit more before patting my ass. “That’s even better than having a pup.”
Yes. Master was going to keep his slut safe and have fun with him.
I didn’t have to be a pup because I was already Master’s slut. “I’m...I’m a good slut for you.”
I moaned and I shivered and I stretched really good when he pushed the plug in deeper. I was a really good slut. He was right.
“You are.” Master eased the plug out, fucking me with the thickest part that time. I couldn’t help moaning and shivering again, but it made him happy and he chuckled. “You’re a wonderful slut because every time I push your upper tail in, the lower one says hello too.”
My dick.
Yeah, it was wagging too, so it probably counted as another tail. “It...it’s really happy, Master.”
And it felt like there was so much blood in it, there wasn’t any in my head.
“I’m glad.” Master was so happy he reached under me and gave it a squeeze. “But don’t worry. If wagging doesn’t make you come, I’ll milk this guy here when we’re done.”
I wasn’t sure if my groan was from embarrassment or desire, but Master thought it was a mix of both judging by the way he chuckled as he patted my dick. “I thought you’d like that idea.”
All I could do was whine, but that didn’t stop him from sinking the toy in deeper or telling me what he was going to do to me. “I think you’ll like it best when you’re drunk, though. So I’m going to hope you can’t come too easily.”
He wanted to milk me.
“But...” God, he had to stop doing that with the tail. He’d found...my prostate. “But I’m not a cow. I’m...I’m your pup.”
“Are you sure?” Master wagged both of my tails at the same time and it made my head spin. “You keep saying you aren’t a pup.”
Shit.
I had to stop trying to think logically.
That was just making it worse.
I was going to end up mooing as I came if I wasn’t careful. “I’m a pup. I can do it. I’ll show you.”
I knew what pups did. I wrote about them. “I...I can wag and bark...and...and I can run and drink out of the bowl.”
Master made a quiet thinking sound as he finally pushed the tail all the way in and left it. “Are you sure?”
He was fucking with me...I knew that...but there were obviously more devious things he could be doing to me.
Why had I put animal play as green on that stupid list?
“Yes, Master.” I clenched down around the tail, and wagging it felt so good I found myself whining before I could think about it. “Woof.”
Yes. That was much better than mooing.
“Woof.” Wag. Whine. Wag. “Woof.”
“Oh, good pup.” Master’s tone was happy and so cheerful he made my tail wag harder and that just made me more humiliated, so I blushed and that made him happier again. “Good wagging, pup.”
God.
He’d done it to me again.
As I went through the loop of praise and humiliation again, he put on the mitts and then I was ready. That just sent me through the whole circle again because he started making happy sounds. “You’re so sexy with a tail, pup. I can’t wait to fuck you later.”
Later.
When I was asleep.
He was going to do it.
“Oh, my pup had a happy thought.” Master laughed quietly and patted my cock. “This guy was giving big wags too.”
How did he know just how to make it so perfectly humiliating?
“Let me see your tails wag, pup.”
Master was psychic.
“Give me another bark and I’ll let you feel the paddle, pup.”
Master was psychic and devious.
I wanted the paddle, and the humiliation was such a rush I just couldn’t remember why I’d thought it was a bad idea. “Woof.”
I was human enough to know I probably looked ridiculous, but I was enough of a humiliation slut that it just made me more turned on.
Shoot...my brains went even softer.
I...
“I have your ball.” Master jingled something and I knew that sound. The bell was in the dog toy I’d bought when I’d thought I needed to try out the gear to write the story. “Go fetch. Then you can have a drink.”
Vodka and juice.
All I had to do was fetch and I could have my drink.
As the sound of the bell filled the room, I heard the ball roll across the floor and my eyes opened to see the red and blue swirl by.
Right next to the bowls.
Oh. My drinks.
Yes, I could be a good pup for orgasms and vodka.
“Woof.” Being an amazing pup and barking finally got me smacked with the crazy paddle. “Woof.”
“Good pup.” Master’s excited tone sent crazy, needy feelings flooding through me, but the smacks with the flexible paddle made it feel like he could keep it going forever. “Wag. Run faster, pup.”
Wag.
Run.
Shit. The paddle had a long reach.
“Oh, that made your dick jump, slut.” Master sounded like it was the most innocent fun we’d ever had together instead of him smacking my balls. “I’ll have to try that again.”
Fuck.
Faster. Faster.
Got it.
Picking up the nubby bits on the outside of the ball with my teeth, I turned and rushed it back over to Master. I wasn’t a pup but he was happy to see his pup. I wasn’t a pup but I liked his smile and he ruffled my hair like I was his good boy. “That’s right. Drop it.”
Obeying got me more rubs and even another smack of the paddle on my ass. “Such a good pup. Bark.”
“Woof.” I had a terrible bark, but being obedient got me more snuggly hugs and he threw the ball again.
“Fetch.” He smiled as his stern voice sent a shiver through me and the paddle swatting my thigh made me run faster. “Good fetch, slut. You’re a wonderful pup.”
I groaned as I dropped the ball in front of him again, but he pretended not to hear it and gave me a beaming smile. “That’s right. I know it’s so much fun.”
Ugh.
Roll.
Smack.
Fetch.
Roll.
Smack.
Fetch.
I raced around the room going faster and faster and doing my best to wag but it took so much work.
I had to be fast because that got me the best smacks.
If I barked, that got me pets. When I fetched good, he stroked my dick.
“Good slut. That’s right. You’re staying so hard. I knew you’d like this game.”
Master was so mean.
But he smacked my bottom so good, and when he got my balls, it was like lightning shot through me. And I couldn’t help it if my dick liked it when he made me bark.
It wasn’t my fault I was a slut.
“Good boy.” Master hugged me against his chest, petting my back. “That’s right. You were wagging so hard. Go get a drink.”
Oh, my drink.
Yes, that would make me even faster.
Juice made everything better.
And if I was supposed to write drunk and edit sober, running drunk and getting fucked while I was asleep had to be a fabulous idea too.
There was a story idea in there somewhere, but I lost it as I took a big sip of the best juice ever.
It was so good it made me fast as I ran back to Master for more pets and wags.
Yes, part of me knew I had to remember the wonderful everything because I needed to do something with it, but then he rubbed my belly and wagged my lower tail with his hand. “Oh, good wag, slut.”
Maybe what I was supposed to do was hump his hand?
Oops.
The sting of his hand smacking my dick had me barking and wagging my upper tail faster, showing him how fancy it was. “Master...”
“Did I tell you that you could hump yet?” His stern voice made the wagging worse and all I could think about was humping him again.
“I...I don’t know.” Shoot.
That was the wrong answer because the ball went rolling again as Master smacked my bottom with the paddle. “Fetch, pup.”
Faster.
Faster.
Smack.
“Go get a drink, slut.” Master barely tapped my dick with the paddle and laughed when I jumped. “Such a nervous slut. Run faster. Get your drink.”
Yes, faster.
Running was hard but fetching was even harder.
Everything wagged and everything got smacked and everything got drank.
Juice.
Juice.
Run.
Water.
Oh, the juice was gone.
“Wag faster, slut.” Master gave my lower tail a teasing tap. “Speak.”
Squeaking might’ve counted since I’d been so startled, but I barked anyway. “Woof.”
Ugh.
I needed...I needed to...to practice. Yes. “Woof.”
Oh, more smacks with the paddle.
Faster.
Faster.
“Fetch.” The bell rang so far away. “Faster, slut. Show me how you wag.”
I was...
It was...
I was so fast, yes...
“Good pup, slut.” Master’s hands were suddenly all around me as he pulled me onto his lap, petting my back and teasing my bottom around my tail. “Close your eyes and wag like a good pup. Show me what a cute pup you are, slut.”
He said...
He said something about...
I was supposed to...
I was supposed to bark.
I could do that.
I could...