Page 54 of Make Me Scream

Gwen looks around the studio.

“Sir? Where?”

I motion a circle with my free hand.

“Yes, sir.”

She crawls, going around me so that I’m at the center of her path. I turn to watch at first, savoring the sight of her shapely ass swaying as she moves. After a few circuits, I stand still, passing the leash around my body so I can listen. Gwen’s grunts and groans etch into my mind. They’re quiet, but full of yearning. She knows we’ve only started, and there’s so much more to come. I could probably watch her do this for hours without getting bored. Maybe someday I will, just to test how long she’ll do it.

So slowly she barely notices, I gather up the leash until her circles turn into a spiral, drawing her closer and closer. When she’s practically at my feet, she glances up at me and I tell her to stop.

“Stay.”

My cock’s so fucking hard, it pulls my pants fully taut at the crotch. I ought to take them off, but if I do I’ll either stroke myself off or fuck Gwen silly. We’re still building up to that, so I bottle my hunger and put it away for later.

I sit down on the floor next to Gwen and run my hand through her hair. Patting her ass, I ask, “My pet has a collar, but there’s something else she’s missing. Do you know what that is?”

“No, sir.”

I spool the leash into a loose bundle, then leave it on Gwen’s back. Then I get up and retrieve two items from my briefcase.

“Do you know what this is?” I ask, showing her our next experiment.

Gwen stares at the toy in my hand, her eyes following an extensive length of long, dark hair extending from a thick, metal bulb.

“A… a tail?”

“Yes. Do you know where it goes?”

Her lips part. Her thighs clench. She nods.

“Have you ever had something like this in your ass before?”

“N-no. No, sir.”

I show her the second item: a bottle of lube.

“You’re going to feel some discomfort. I’ll go slow.”

She yelps when I pour lube between the cheeks of her ass. It’s understandable she’s tense if she’s never worn a plug before. I take my time rubbing the lube all over her unexplored hole; if she wants to refuse the plug, she has ample time. Instead, she spreads her legs, giving me easy access.

“You’re going to look so pretty with such a nice tail,” I say, brushing the hair across her face.

“Yes, sir,” she says.

When I’m satisfied she’s ready, I touch the tip of the plug to her puckered bud.

“Relax, Gwen. It’ll go in easier.”

“Yes, sir.”

She takes a deep breath and unclenches as best she can. I ease the tip in slightly, earning a sharp gasp from her.

“Be calm. Just relax.”

It’s easier said than done, I know, so I give her all the time she needs. I let her squeeze the plug out if it’s in too far. Once she’s ready, I urge it in a little deeper. A half an inch at a time, the tail sinks inward. She moans when the thickest part finally eases its way past her tight ring and drives home.

“How does that feel?” I ask.

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