by Vonna Harper
“Spread your legs. Lower your head. That’ll make the insertion easier.”
Oh, no.
When she was in position, Mr. Dalton drew one trembling ass cheek away from the other. That done, he placed the plug at her rear entrance and pressed. Unlike when he’d used his finger, the lubricated plug easily made entrance. Being stretched back there was far from comfortable and yet...
Not believing her response, she forced herself to focus as he turned the plug about, going deeper, making a lie of her body’s natural resistance. She should have paid closer attention to its size. It seemed big, huge, much more than her ass could possibly accommodate.
It continued to plow into her, holding her apart. Forcing her to accept.
“I guessed at the size,” he said conversationally. “I’m certain you would have selected something much smaller, but I wanted to make sure you couldn’t extract it on your own. Getting there. Not much longer.”
Hopefully he didn’t think she wanted to hear that. Even as the unrelenting invasion continued, she silently willed it to end. This wasn’t happening. It was part of the most realistic dream she’d ever had.
With no warning the stretching, pushing sensation ended. Her puckered flesh settled into place. The burning sensation backed off, allowing her to fully acknowledge what had happened. The tear-shaped plug was lodged inside her. Thankfully the base was so small her opening barely burned, but he was right, the only way she could get it out was by pulling it, which she was certain he wouldn’t allow.
Distracted from defeat by a tickling sensation, she acknowledged the hair-like strands on the backs of her legs that served as a tail.
“Step one accomplished.” He patted her buttocks. “It looks even better than I thought it would. You’d make quite the show pony.”
She couldn’t help but look back at herself. Unfortunately the attempt threatened her balance. She might have tumbled over if he didn’t yank on her hair.
“Ow. That hurts.”
“Does it? I’m surprised the sensation got through considering what else you’re experiencing.”
How would he know? Had he ever been, what, tailed?
Not trusting herself not to say something she’d regret even more than she regretted going against his orders last night, she didn’t resist as he kept her head in place.
“Good pet. We’re making progress. Time to move onto the next step.”
The step as he called it started with him releasing her hair. When he went back to the dresser or whatever it was, she took a chance on shaking her ass. No way could she get used to the plug and yet there was something erotic about how the hairs felt against her naked thighs. He was altering her. Turning her into someone she didn’t recognize.
Instead of allowing her to look at what he’d brought, he placed something that looked like leather but probably wasn’t around her neck and locked it in place. A collar. For a pet.
She supposed she should be grateful it wasn’t so tight it hindered her ability to breathe, but she wasn’t. Like everything else that had happened since she’d come here, she’d had no say in this.
“You might not have noticed the details,” he said, “so I’ll explain them. It’s black with tiny pieces of jewel-like glass imbedded in it. I don’t want my pet wearing something cheap looking. As for its usefulness...”
He reached under her chin and tugged. As the pressure at the back of her neck increased, she realized he’d put his finger through a ring. He continued to pull until she had to shuffle to the edge of the bed. Then he brought her back to the middle and ordered her to lower her head.
“Selecting the right leash wasn’t an easy decision. Too short and you won’t be able to move from my side. Too long and you might get tangled in it. That said, I believe I made the right decision.”
Thanks to her position, she couldn’t see what he’d selected. She wondered if he’d taken a class or something in the proper handling of just-obtained pets. He obviously knew how to keep her at a disadvantage and in the dark so to speak.
She whimpered under her breath when he snapped a leash to the collar. He waved the leash under her face so she could see it was made of braided red strands. He fastened the leash to the metal headboard.
“Not that I’m concerned you might try to run away, but I need my hands free for what’s coming next.”
She kept herself sane by convincing herself that she could probably unhook the leash and take off. It wasn’t something she was seriously considering, not so much because she was afraid he’d punish her once he captured her, which she had no doubt he could do. Rather, she wanted to see what else he had in mind.
“Lift your head.” When she did, he pointed at the dresser with its open doors. Whips, paddles, and floggers hung from hooks near an assortment of restraints. There were also gags and what she took to be blindfolds.
“More than you want to think about.” He made it a statement. “I can understand.”
You can’t possibly.
The lesson was far from over. Only marginally aware of what she was doing, she tugged on the leash. It held. She’d never felt more off balance, or alive. Master was going to spank her again. This time his hand wouldn’t land on her ass.
But he’d still be here, in charge, devoting his time to her. Letting his morning revolve around her.
“Maybe I’ll let you have a say in the decision. Which of these do you think will make the greatest impact?” He held up a short whip, a paddle with holes in the part designed to strike her, and something that put her in mind of her tail.
“I don’t care. Just—get it over with.”
He shook his head. “What’s the fun in that? I’m thinking the flogger’s strands might get tangled with your tail so what if we remove it from consideration?”
Not waiting for her response, not that he probably cared what she thought, he returned the objects with all the strands to the dresser.
“This whip has five strands. Because it’s short I’ll be able to control and direct its movements. Of course—” He waved the paddle at her. “There’s nothing that says I have to stick with one instrument. Last chance. What’s your call?”
For you to forget this. She didn’t voice her thoughts because she needed and wanted to experience what the two implements felt like. His hand had done amazing things to her, not all of them bad by far.
“The paddle.”
“Why did you choose it?”
“It—I don’t think it is going to sting as much.”
“Guess it’s time to find out.”
Chapter Seven
At first the paddle didn’t hurt that much. It was like being slapped with rolled-up paper, almost disappointing considering what she’d anticipated. Master was holding back, but she could handle this indefinitely while heat and something else snaked through her. She imagined him aiming each strike so he missed the butt plug and tail. Most of the early blows landed on her thighs. Then, half inch by half inch, he came closer to her crack. The intensity increased.
Now the blows vibrated against the plug, sensation traveling along her spine and down her legs, around to her belly, reaching her breasts.
She started humming as a way of dealing with the sensations. Her ass was getting tenderer by the moment, her arms trembled, and she rhythmically moved her head from side to side as much as the leash allowed. The blows increased in frequency and strength until she was afraid he wouldn’t stop until it was too late.
“Please. Oh, Master, please.”
“You can take more. Your ass has hardly changed color.”
Did he expect her to believe him? She knew what her ass felt like—the constant pounding and, strangely, a mind full of thoughts about sex.
“I can’t—stay like this.”
He chuckled and stroked her sweat-stained back. “All you’ve had to do is kneel. My arm’s wearing out.”
She doubted that, the proof coming through in resumed swats that challenged everything. He’d taken possession of her
body and could do anything he wanted to it. Right now that want revolved around delivering a spanking he was convinced his pet deserved.
Pet. She’d almost forgotten.
The blows became less intense, and there was more time between them. She still vibrated but was no longer in danger of drowning. Still between what she’d been through and the swirling sensations, she couldn’t think far enough ahead to anticipate when he’d finish. He had hold of her. Nothing else mattered, not even her throbbing ass.
“Time for a change,” he announced.
She should care what he had in mind but no longer being spanked allowed her to assess her body. Her shoulders and arms ached from supporting her upper body. If he disapproved, he’d tell her, but she crawled closer to the head of the bed. The pressure around her neck let up. Her arms gave way, and she rested the side of her head on the bed.
Doing so made her ass stick up, not that it mattered because there wasn’t any part of her he hadn’t seen. Or touched.
She meant something to him. She had to. Please.
“Interesting.” He ran the whip over her shoulders then down her back, stopping thoughts she’d never believed she’d have. “Is this your way of telling me you’re worn out?”
“Yes, Master.”
Her body was on fire. Keeping her eyes open was too much work. Besides when she closed her eyes, darkness took her back to a few minutes ago.
She’d been paddled.
A butt plug was in her, a tail attached to the plug and occasionally tickling her thighs.
He’d collared her. Added a leash.
Brought her into his world.
“Let’s take a moment to reflect on why you’re in this position,” he said. “In as few words as possible, tell me.”
Feeling as if she was leaving the bottom of a cave, she blinked back tears she didn’t know she’d shed.
“I disobeyed you, Master.”
“What are my rules?”
“To leave the animals alone as much as possible.”
“Correct.” He patted her hurting ass. “I trust I’m right in concluding I don’t need to have you spell out the reasons my rules exist.”
“No, Master. I understand.”
“Today I’ll let that suffice.” Another pat distracted her from his words. “But trust me, I’m always alert for any disobedience. If I spot so much as a hint, what will the consequences be?”
She tried to get back in position, but her arms refused to obey.
“Another spanking?”
“Perhaps.”
“You—you’ll fire me.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
Unable to come up with a response, she waited. She was worn out all right, her system struggling to comprehend everything it had been through. Taking refuge in arousal.
Yes, she was turned on. He’d brought her here. Maybe only he could free her.
Wondering if that was true turned her thoughts in another direction. It hadn’t occurred to her to ask how long he intended to treat her like she was his pet. It couldn’t be for long because how could she could do her job with a plug up her ass?
A line of fire burned down her right buttock. Yelping, she fought to lift her body. By the time her arms were under her, he’d struck her a second time. The whip was different from the paddle, sharper, narrowly focused.
Humming no longer worked. Neither was a yelp enough. As he planted measured blows in a line over her vulnerable flesh, she sobbed, cried out. How could he work so fast? When it became too much, she tried to scramble away, but the leash kept her in place. Her limbs had never felt so weak.
“You might not believe me,” he said, “but the whip isn’t cutting the skin. You’ll have bruises, be red everywhere but there’s no blood.”
She didn’t see how that was possible. Beyond desperate and smack in the middle of flying apart, she rocked from side to side. The blows continued to land. She thought she felt her tail on her inner thighs but couldn’t focus enough to distinguish one sensation from another.
“It’s vital that I get my point across.” He planted a heavy hand in the small of her back and pressed, stilling her. “No matter how much this hurts, it’s better than a predator’s attack.”
“I understand.”
“You can’t possibly.”
“I’ll obey. Please believe me.”
“Right now you’re convinced of what you’re saying, but you told me the same thing earlier.”
“I mean it,” she said with every bit of strength she possessed, which wasn’t much. “Please, I can’t...”
“Can’t what?” His voice was near her ear. “Handle a little correction? I don’t believe you.”
“Why not?” If she kept him talking maybe he wouldn’t resume using the switch.
“That’s a valid question. Let me demonstrate.”
He placed the whip near her face and reached between her legs. His fingers lingered at her pussy. It was insane yet she loved having him touch her there.
“How do you explain this?” He placed his glistening fingers at her nose. “From what I understand of the female body, this tell-tale proof of arousal stops flowing as soon as a woman is no longer sexually receptive. I know what your pussy felt like earlier. If anything, you’re flowing even more.”
He was so damned logical she wanted to scream. However, smelling herself, she acknowledged he was right. How she could be excited was beyond her comprehension. He knew more about her than she did.
“My body’s confused. Under attack. It doesn’t know how to react.”
Chuckling, he rubbed her cheek. “I won’t argue with your conclusion, but it doesn’t alter a fundamental fact about your nature.”
What are you talking about?
She breathed a sigh of relief when he unfastened the leash from the bed. Relief faded when he indicated he wanted her to sit on the side of the bed. Not only couldn’t she grasp how she could with the plug and tail in the way, her ass hadn’t come close to stopping throbbing. However, because he’d taught her the consequences of misbehavior, she eased herself into a semi-sitting position with her feet on the floor and her legs taking much of her weight.
“That’s a bathroom.” He pointed at a closed door. “We’re going in there so I can do something about your discomfort.”
Discomfort didn’t say the half of it. When he held out his hand, her anger died. Her boss, her master at least for today was concerned for her wellbeing. It didn’t matter that he was responsible for the pain. He was going to make things at least a little bit better.
Maybe he cared about her.
Walking with the plug announcing its presence and the tail stroking where he’d spanked was an out of body experience. Everything about her felt different, unfathomable.
Fascinating.
Once she was in the bathroom, she watched in the mirror as he took up more than half of the space.
“Look at yourself.”
Wondering why she’d had to be reminded, she did as he’d ordered. Her ass, what she could see of it thanks to the tail, was a bright burning red. Thin stripes ran over the plumpest part. A few lines extended to her upper thighs, which were an overly rosy color. Although the sight made her shudder, she was proud of what she’d survived.
“Check out the plug.”
I don’t want to. You can’t make me. Even with the words echoing, she leaned over and reached behind her. After pushing the tail aside, she touched the plug’s base. The larger part shifted inside her.
“Back around. Face the mirror. What do you see?”
She was naked, exposed to her master. Her hard nipples and swollen breasts captured her attention. Then she acknowledged the collar, the leash hanging from the ring and stroking her body from breasts to feet. Her hair was a disaster, her face stained from tears and sweat.
He planted his broad hand on her shoulder. “What do you see?”
“I’m a mess.”
“That depends on one’s perspective. I’m looking at a
submissive.”
Was he right? She didn’t trust her reactions enough to answer but there was no denying reality. She’d removed her clothes because he’d commanded her to, submitted to a drawn-out spanking, said or done nothing while he plugged her ass and collared her. Even now she was content—content?—to let him touch her whenever he chose.
What did his hand on her shoulder matter when his fingers had been inside her?
“You need a shower. When you’re done I’ll apply cream to your ass.”
A shower. Magic.
Him tending to her.
She nearly asked if she had his permission to stand under a spray. Was that because she thought of herself as submissive?
Around him at least.
* * *
At first the warm water stung her backside, and she couldn’t bring herself to stand in place. Desperate and determined to feel clean, she positioned herself so the spray landed on her front. Her breasts took note. He’d unclipped the leash but had left the tail dangling from the plug. More to the point, he was leaning against the counter watching as she shampooed and soaped. His mouth quirked when she ran the washcloth between her legs. She didn’t try to hide what she was doing as she slipped a finger into herself. Her pussy muscles clenched.
How much she’d given away.
When she stepped out of the shower, he gave her enough space to dry herself off. Then he drew the towel out of her hands.
“Turn from me and lean over. Place your hands on your knees. You’re going to be in that position for a while.”
For a moment she feared he intended to spank her. Then he lightly spread something cool and smooth over her so-sore flesh. The salve warmed. He didn’t just apply something designed to numb and soothe. He turned it into a sensual experience. Nonplussed by how easily he’d gone from rough manipulation to this caring gesture, she closed her eyes. A purring sound escaped her throat. He was her world, at least right now.
“Relaxing?” he asked with his hands on the backs of her thighs.
“Yes.”
“In other words you believe your punishment is over?”
“I hope it is.” She opened her eyes because she was starting to get dizzy. The sensation would probably go away if she stood upright, but he wanted her like this.
