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Kicking, screaming, shouting. Nothing worked; I was thrown onto the bed, a corner of the sheet stuffed into my mouth to shut me up. My hands yanked behind my back, cuffed yet again. My ankle jerked to the side again, tied to the bedpost. The other one next. Hands roughly grabbing my hips pulling them up. Two fingers suddenly rammed into me. “Are you looking forward to your tail?". I screamed into my gag, only a muffled noise actually coming out. The fingers withdrawing. Sudden pain in my buttocks as he gave my bum a quick slap. I heard a drawer open, and then he deliberately placed the jar of KY in front of my face. So close I struggled to focus on it. But I knew exactly what it was, and I knew exactly where he was going to use it. The jar disappearing sudden coldness of the cream, god did I actually believe he’d take time to warm it? Trying to scream out "no" as I felt pressure applying to my little bum hole. Shock as it suddenly plunged in, relief as it didn’t hurt as much as I had feared it would. Another would be scream as a second finger was added. This time it did hurt as much as I thought, and more. Again the relief as his fingers withdrew leaving a throbbing ache down there. Suddenly the tail was thrown in front of my face. The handle seemed so small and weird in my hand only minutes ago, now I knew its purpose it seemed huge.threatening.he took delight letting me watch as he slowly applied KY to it. Then as it was taking from my view, I tried one last time to fight it. As soon as I felt it approach I clenched my buttocks tight ground my teeth determined not to allow him his perverted fantasy. As the pressure increased I heard him whisper in my ear" don’t fight.relax, and it wont hurt as much. Enjoy being my pet". "Fuck you" I thought to myself. “You can go and". Oh my god searing pain in my nipple. I knew as soon as I felt the pain I had messed up.hed done it to me before. It worked then too. The pain in my nipple distracted me from the real danger. My muscles lower down relaxed, then suddenly pressure, relief as my bum stretched to take away the pressure. Then intense searing pain as the object was too big to accept, it was stretching me too far, surely it was going to rip me apart. Then a totally weird sensation, the pain was less, but I still felt it fill me up inside. Then I remembered the shape. It was stuck inside me"oh fuck, would it ever come out". Stupid of course it would. My hips being jerked back.oh god it was stuck in me. He pulled it and it never came out, it was in so tight.
I felt him get off the bed, then rapid flashes and clicking sounds. The bastard was taking photos. His phone put in front of my face, showing me seven photos of my new role as pet. Complete with tail. Two close ups of the tail, and two that definitely identified me as the new owner of the tail. "Unless you want your boyfriend and best friend seeing you as my pet, you will not make a noise. Understood?” i nodded.what choice did i have. "I warned you this wasn’t a game. Now the real training begins” the cover was yanked out my mouth, his fingers squeezing on my nipples again. I managed not to scream out, but I couldn’t stop the sobbing. “Just the beginning pet. Just the beginning”, again I felt him get off the bed and the drawer being opened. “In case your wondering that is just the trainer tail your using" a new tail thrown in front of my face. I screamed out "oh no please no" a stinging pain as my bum was smacked. Another .yet another. The cover pushed back into my mouth. “You were warned”. My muffled screams as the stinging pain, combined with what lay before me, sent shivers of fear through me. It was beautiful, I would have sworn it was real fur, exquisite, but its base...a sadist must have designed it. It was meant to hurt, that was obvious, it wasn’t much longer than the one that had been forced into me, but, i didn’t even want to think about it, it was so much thicker, scarily so. A sharp tug on my real tail, I gasped feeling it stretch me down there. "Don’t worry my little pet, there are two more progressively bigger training tails we will use on you before you can handle this .i am looking forward to seeing you in it. A beautiful tail, for a beautiful pet”. The slow removal of my gag then the now familiar grabbing of the back of my head, I knew what was next. I longed to bite him, to punish him back, to hurt him like he had hurt me. But he had chosen his victim well; I shifted to take as much of him into my mouth as I could, licking him, when I could, and suckling on him. My legs spreading for him as he pushed my hips to the side, letting him reach down and touch me. A sudden weird sensation as my buttocks settled on the bed. I suddenly remembered my tail. How the hell could I have forgotten about it? then the now familiar sensation as his finger and thumb, pulled on my clit.pleasure and pain, all at once, but now with the added ache of my abused bum. I hated myself, I should hate him for what he’s doing to me, but my body disagreed it craved the humiliation, it wanted him to fuck my mouth, to play with my clit. Disgust with myself as I realised...I wanted him to fuck me in the arse.it should be his cock in me, pounding into me.
I finally accepted my place.... for real this time. He was right, earlier I was naive, and those were just simple little amateur games. My place wasn’t as he had earlier suggested..On the end of his wonderful cock. I wasn’t just his pet....
I would be his cocksucker, with pride. I would be his pet, with adoration. I would be his Slut, with total devotion. I was going to earn my tail. He wasn’t the only one who couldn’t wait. A sudden flash and clicking noise, he was taking pictures, my leg being pulled up, another order barked at me. I obeyed. My legs spread wider allowing the viewer to see my tail and the fingers inside me holding me in position. The change in his position, I knew the camera was capturing my full mouth. And I knew what was next; his sperm would be decorating my face that was obvious. Who would be seeing it, anyone I knew? I hoped not. But that was not my problem anymore, that was my Masters choice who would get to see me. It no longer shocked me, thinking like that; to be perfectly honest all I wondered was “will they like them?”.
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