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?”
