I woke up to find I was pressed against something warm and hard which was moving slowly up and down. I had no idea what it was, but it smelled amazing—warm and spicy and masculine. Mmmm…was it Don, I wondered sleepily?
But no, my fiancé didn’t smell like that. He never wore any kind of cologne and only unscented deodorant because he was allergic to a lot of things. In fact, he never smelled of anything much at all—except when he was doing a gaming marathon with his friends on the weekend. Then he tended to start smelling a little ripe. But whether he smelled or not, he never smelled like this—this was a scent I wanted to wrap myself in and never stop breathing it in.
Pressing closer to the hard, warm wall, I rubbed my face against it and inhaled deeply. Mmm, so damn good!
But as I was breathing it in, I became aware of another sensation. Something long and smooth was wrapped around my thigh.
What the hell? I wondered sleepily, letting my eyes open just a crack. It felt like a rope—a very smooth rope—was twining around my leg and thigh and I just couldn’t figure out what it might be.
What if it’s a snake? a wandering thought whispered in my mind. A snake that got into bed with you and now its trying to wrap you up and strangle you so it can eat you?
But that was silly—how would a snake get into my bed? I mean, I live in Virginia, not Florida.
Still, the thought was enough to keep me from snuggling closer to the delicious-smelling wall and just drifting back to sleep. Cracking my eyelids open again, I saw that I was under a shiny silver coverlet. Well that was weird. I didn’t own anything like this, did I? Was I in someone else’s bed? Had I had too much to drink and crashed at a friend’s house? Oh God, had I forgotten to set an alarm on my phone and now I was late for work?
This thought woke me up even more and I sat up in a panic. But the room around me wasn’t remotely familiar—all the furniture was too big and the lighting was deep, underwater blue. I was in an enormous bed covered by a shiny silver coverlet. There was a big lump under the coverlet, which was presumably what I had been sleeping against.
For a long moment, my mind was a total blank. I think maybe it was trying to protect itself by not letting me remember the predicament I was in because nothing seemed to be making sense.
“Wh-where am I?” I whispered to myself and then I felt the thing around my thigh move again.
This time, I reacted quickly. Whipping back the silver coverlet, I saw something long and gray had twined itself around my upper thigh. It had a metal cap on one end and that cap was presently nudging against my crotch—which was completely bare because I was naked.
I gave a little scream and tried to push the gray thing off me, but it only tightened its grip on me. Then I noticed it was connected on the other end to a tight, hard ass. A male ass, if I wasn’t mistaken, which was covered in silky black sleep trousers.
Then a deep, rumbling voice said irritably,
“What is it, little one? What are you doing to my candalla—my tail?”
Suddenly everything came rushing back to me and I knew where I was and who I was with. The realization came with a headache—a pounding in my temples as though my brain was bulging from the unwanted information it had finally remembered.
I rubbed them briefly to ease the ache, which left almost as soon as it had come. I must have gotten cold and crawled under the covers with Sir last night. Damn, I really shouldn’t have done that.
“I…er…”
I looked down at the gray tail again, which was still curled around my thigh with the metal cap at the end of it still nudging against my bare pussy lips.
“I think the question is, what is your tail doing to me?” I finally managed to get out.
“What?” Sir turned his head and looked over his broad shoulder. He frowned when he saw how his tail had twined itself around my thigh. “What are you doing?” he demanded and I realized he was talking to his tail, not me. “Little one is not for breeding—she is a pet,” he told it.
The tail twitched in response and nudged a little harder against my pussy. This caused the rounded metal cap on its end to press between my pussy lips and rub against my clit.
I gasped and froze, not certain what to do. On one hand, was I being molested by a freaking tail? And on the other hand, why did it feel so good? I had never had much sensation in this area back when I was on Earth. But now that I was out among the stars, it felt like my whole body was waking up. Ever since Sir had given me that bath the night before, it seemed like a part of me that had been dormant had finally come to life and it was hungry—hungry for pleasure.
So I didn’t protest too much when the tail continued rubbing the smooth end of its metal cap against my swollen clit. I even shifted, opening my legs just a bit more to give it better access. Oh God, if it would just rub me a little harder, I might finally have an orgasm—which I had been reading and hearing about my whole life, though I had never managed to have one before.
My inner folds were getting really wet as the smooth metal slid over and around my hot little bud and the feeling of building pleasure was rising inside me. I wondered what would happen if it tried to slip into my pussy—would I try to stop it…or spread my legs and let it in?
But at that moment, Sir actually reached around and grabbed his tail, giving it a hard jerk. Reluctantly, I thought, the tail stopped stroking me and uncurled itself from around my thigh. It waved in the air between us, as though not certain what to do next.
“Sorry about that,” Sir rumbled, turning over to face me, thereby putting himself between me and his tail. “Sometimes my candalla has a mind of his own—that’s why I keep him capped when I’m away from home.”
“Um, were you just having a fight with your own tail?” I asked, raising my eyebrow at him.
“My candalla,” he said stiffly. “As I said, he has a mind of his own—quite literally, in fact. We Korrigons have a kind of secondary brain located in the base of our tails.”
“You do?” I looked at him, extremely surprised. “Why?”
“A Korrigon’s candalla is very important to a male for reproductive purposes,” he explained. “Although I think mine may have mistaken you for a Sex Pet or a mate I wanted to breed with—for that, I apologize.”
I cleared my throat.
“No, uh, harm done,” I said. “Other than it feeling me up in my sleep, I mean.”
“Yes, well—as I said it must have mistaken you for someone I wished to mate with or breed.” Sir frowned at me. “But it appears that your body also made the same mistake.”
“What? What would make you say that?” I asked, closing my thighs tightly.
“No, little one.” He was looming over me now with a stern look on his face. “Don’t close your legs—let me see,” he commanded me.
“But why?” I protested, keeping my legs tightly closed.
“Because I am your Master and I said so,” Sir rumbled. “Your training begins now and part of it is that I will look at or touch any part of your body at any time I deem it necessary.” He raised his eyebrows at me. “Now are you going to spread your legs or are we going to start the day with a punishment?”
For a minute I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. Then a little voice whispered in my head,
Remember the plan! He’s not going to trust you enough to take you out on other planets where you can find a way to escape if you’re disobedient.
I knew the little voice was right, but it was extremely difficult to make myself spread my thighs for my Master. Still, somehow I did it, though I was nearly nibbling a hole in my bottom lip as I did.
“Hmmm… Lights medium,” Sir said as he leaned over me.
Immediately the blue glow in the room took on a more golden hue and became a bit brighter—not blinding but strong enough to see by.
I was lying on my back and Sir was kneeling over me. He put his big hands on either one of my inner thighs, spreading them wider. Then, very gently, he used his thumbs to part my outer pussy lips.
“Hmmm,” he said again, frowning. “You certainly get very wet in response to stimulation, little one.”
“I…I couldn’t help it!” I blurted, my cheeks burning. “I…I’ve never felt much of anything down…down there before. I mean, not until you took me. And now, I…I feel too much! I mean, it feels too good and I’m just not used to it!”
“Is that right?” Sir raised an eyebrow at me in apparent surprise. “You’ve never felt anything in response to sexual stimulation before? Not even with your mate-to-be?”
“No,” I admitted miserably, because there didn’t seem to be any point in lying.
“But did he ever touch your pleasure button?” Sir demonstrated by slipping one long finger into my wet folds and gently circling my aching clit.
“N-no,” I panted as sparks of pure pleasure began to course through my entire body. “I mean yes—yes he did,” I corrected myself. I could barely think by now—his gentle touch was driving me crazy. “But it didn’t…didn’t feel like much of anything. I felt…felt numb between my legs,” I admitted.
“Hmmm,” Sir murmured for a third time. He was still circling my clit thoughtfully with one finger and I could feel the pleasure building inside me as it never had before. “You don’t seem to be numb now,” he pointed out.
“No—now I feel too much,” I repeated. Or maybe not enough, since I had yet to come, despite his gentle stimulation.
“Your soft little pussy is getting extremely wet, little one,” he remarked. “Spread a little wider and let me see.”
Wordlessly, I opened even more for him. I barely had words to describe all the feelings that were flowing over me—longing, need, desire—yet they were mixed with resentment because he was doing what he wanted with me, not because I had asked him to, but because he thought he was my “Master” and that gave him a right to touch my body. But at the same time, I really needed to come.
To say I had mixed feelings was definitely an understatement.
“Yes, very wet indeed,” Sir murmured and the long finger slid down to circle the mouth of my pussy and then to slip gently inside me, just as he had the night before when he was washing me. He looked up at me. “And you say you’ve never had this physical response before to sexual stimulation?” He seemed to find it hard to believe.
“N-no,” I stuttered, unable to lie. “N-never.”
My whole body was trembling with need by now. It felt like someone had put a rubber band inside my lower belly and they were pulling it tighter and tighter and at any moment—if he would just start petting my clit again—it might snap!
But did I want it to snap? Did I want to let my alien captor make me come and give me my very first orgasm?
I didn’t know.
“Your nipples are growing tight too,” Sir observed, reaching up with his other hand to gently tweak one of my aching points as casually as he might brush a lock of hair from my face. “In fact, your whole body seems to be responding—no wonder my candalla thought you were a candidate for breeding.”
“Yeah—no…no wonder,” I panted, wondering how much longer this was going to continue. He seemed to think he was only examining my body and learning my responses, but to me it felt like he was teasing me sexually—keeping me right on the brink and denying me a release I desperately needed.
“This extreme sexual responsiveness will be useful for your training,” Sir mused, still gently fucking me with one long finger. “I have a feeling you’re the kind of pet who will be more motivated by pleasure than pain.”
“I…I…guess.” I didn’t know what to say to that. If he would just touch my clit again, I could come—I was almost certain of it.
And then of course he pulled out.