I’d agreed to live with Donovan as his pet for one hundred days. On day 80, he’d returned home from a trip to find that I’d broken a number of my pet rules and eyed him defiantly. He was pissed, really pissed, and drunk as well. And now, in his bedroom, with a dog leash attached to my collar for the first time, I was being punished.
“We’re taking this to a new level,” he said. “You’re wearing your tail tonight.”
He reached over to the nightstand and opened a drawer where I heard the rattle of him taking out stuff. He then dangled a sable colored white tipped fur tail, as long and as bushy as a fox tail, in front of my face.
“This is your tail.”
When he ran the fur across my cheek, I realized the handle in his hand wasn’t just a handle. It was a butt plug.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”
“No. Please.”
He pinned my leash to the bed with his hand. I felt him squeeze oil into my virgin hole; the oil dripping down into my pussy and over clit. He rubbed it into my ass, adding more as he messaged my hole with his finger.
“Just relax,” he said with a strangled voice.
Oh God, the pressure as he forced it in. My breathing quickened and I fought not clench as he worked it into me. I pulled against my collar going nowhere. His hand dug underneath me, finding my clit slick with oil and rubbed it. I sighed and moaned under the new sensation of the plug now firmly in my ass.
Donovan got off the bed and with a tug of the leash, I followed him to the floor.
“Come on,” he said, walking me around the room. “Good girl.”
I kept stopping, collapsing back onto the furry tail over my heels, before he jerk the leash for me to walk. I closed my eyes to all but the sensations of the plug pressing against muscles as I crawled beside his leg. I found excitement from the kink of it. With every move, I hoped it would fall out. But it stayed in firm.
Donovan released the leash before returning to the nightstand and I looked over my shoulder to watch him pick up his camera. I felt the hot flash against my ass, the light bouncing off the wall, as he photographed the furry tail hanging from my naked ass.
“Crawl.”
I did and he followed, snapping picture after picture. I collapsed again, my muscles contracting around the plug, stimulating me a strange orgasm deep inside.
“Get up. Get that tail up in the air.”
He pinned my leash to the carpet, forcing my head to the floor, then slapped my ass until I held it high in the air. I held my position, my cheeks and palms pressed to the floor, as he took more pictures.
He dropped to knees behind me.
“I’m going to fuck you with your tail on.”
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