Page 129 of Forfeits

“Get up here, piggy,” he said, slapping the surface of the bed. “All fours. Now.”

Oooh, this was a new Aiden, not the soft, benevolent Dom I’d gotten used to. This was something else. And this new Aiden excited me, at the same time that my heart was in my throat, wondering what was about to happen.

Aiden slapped my ass.

I made a sound that was half gasp, half moan.

“Squeal. You’re a pig, not a person.”

Oh my God.

I tried to wrap my head around it. I wanted to do it, but I couldn’t make my throat work.

“Hmm. Maybe you need direct motivation.”

He wrapped the soft leather cuffs around my ankles and buckled me into the spreader bar. The clang of metal on metal made everything so real.

“Such a bad piggy. Can’t even squeal for me,” Aiden sighed.

I thought again about letting out a little piggy squeal, but I didn’t think I could do it well enough and it would only sound ridiculous. I wanted to please Aiden, but this was so hard. I was filled with conflicting emotions and frustration at not being able to do what he wanted of me.

Cold lube dripped down my ass crack, and I had an inkling what was coming. The black corkscrew tail flashed into my brain, and I made a strange sound as my cock surged and jerked. But it wasn’t quite a squeal.

“Piggy needs a tail, doesn’t he?” Aiden murmured.

Yes, yes, he does. Piggy needs something to get him to squeal, because Fletcher is having a really hard time with that request.

The rubber of the tail-plug pressed against my hole as Aiden made clicking noises with his tongue.

“Here, piggy, piggy. Open up for your swirly, curly tail,” he said, pushing the lubed plug into me.

I stuttered my breath and tried to relax as the plug spread me apart.

“Squeal, piggy!” Aiden barked as he pressed the plug relentlessly forward.

And I did it. I let out an actual, honest-to-goodness, sounds-like-a-scared-little-piggy squeal as Aiden pressed the tail-plug home.

“There you go,” he said, lodging it in place as my whole body blushed with shame. “Do it again.”

I made the same noise, a little louder this time, a feeling of euphoria filling me. I wasn’t embarrassed. I was actually quite proud of the noise I’d made. And it felt so liberating. Aiden’s satisfaction was all that mattered.

“That’s my good little piggy,” Aiden murmured, making my heart melt and my cock twitch as he rocked my piggy plug to seat it properly. “Such a good piggy.”

He slapped my ass again, and I felt my squiggly tail wobble, which created a reverberation through my body. I squealed again, and Aiden laughed.

“Oh, such a happy, happy piggy,” he crooned, and I went to heaven.

He unbuckled me from the spreader and told me to get on the floor.

Oh God. When I got off the bed, the piggy tail swayed, and the sensation added to the sense of fullness the plug gave me. My cock was like rock and made it difficult for me to move around.

I went onto my hands and knees. On an impulse, I moved forward and pressed a kiss against Aiden’s foot, then snorted, just like a pig rooting for apples. It killed me a little how much I was into this, but in the moment, fully inside my piggy brain, I didn’t care how silly that made me. I was allowed to be silly here, because Aiden liked it, Aiden demanded it, and fuck, it felt amazing.

“Good piggy,” Aiden said, slapping my buttock with the end of the crop he was holding. “Now crawl around and find all the treats I’ve left for you.”

Treats? I looked through my piggy hood and caught sight of a baby carrot on the wood floor. Sure enough, there were baby carrots scattered around the room, mostly in this section, but I still had to crawl to get them. When I got to the first one, I reached for it with my hand.

“Uh-uh. You don’t have hands, only hooves. You’re a pig, for fuck’s sake. Also, I want you to pretend to snuffle for it. I want to see verifiable piggy antics here—or no reward when we’re done.”

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