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 anddevious.
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.”
