“What do you mean I have to learn to be ‘petted’?” I asked, frowning up at Sir suspiciously.
All morning long we had been practicing “proper pet behavior” which made me feel like a prize pony at a show.
First, I had to get used to the damn collar around my neck—which was made of some kind of supple gold that felt hard and cold at first but warmed up and felt more flexible once it had been against my skin for a little while.
I didn’t like the collar—not because it choked me, (it was actually pretty comfortable)—but because of what it represented. But there was no getting it off—Sir informed me that it was locked to his voice commands—so I was stuck wearing it. My new Master also told me that I would be wearing it at all times from now on.
I thought about trying to argue or reason my way out of it, the way I had with the human chow, but then I thought better of it. First, I didn’t want to piss Sir off. Second, the collar would be worth a hell of a lot once I get back to Earth, where I was sure I could find someone who could remove it. It had a huge ruby, as big as my thumb, as the ID tag that dangled in the hollow of my throat. Oh yeah, once I got it back home, it would totally pay off all my student loans and also my rent for at least a year, I told myself. So I decided to just get used to it and keep it on without complaint.
Next, Sir synthesized me a leash and I had to practice the proper way of walking with my new Master. I was supposed to be at his left side and a little behind him, according to Korrigon protocol and whenever he stopped for any length of time, I was to “kneel in abeyance” by his side. If it looked like he was going to take a while in the same spot, I was allowed to “lean gracefully” against his leg as I waited patiently for him to conclude his business.
Now I’m sure if I was a natural submissive, all this would have been like catnip for me. I would have adored being by my Master’s side and leaning against him lovingly while I waited for him to be ready to go on walking. But, as I said before, I’m not into BDSM.
I’m not kink-shaming either, though—if people want to live the Lifestyle, I say more power to them. But I was not into it and I just felt irritated at being treated like I was Princess Prissy at the dog show.
Still, I did my best to swallow my irritation and perform like the perfect little pet. I told myself I had to go along with everything Sir wanted so he would have no doubt at all about letting me come out with him to the spaceport. From there, I would make my escape and surely be on my way home soon. Why, I might even be back at my own apartment by tonight! That was the thought I held onto through the entire training routine.
But though I was trying to play the obedient pet, I wasn’t too sure about this next thing he wanted me to practice.
“Why do I have to practice getting ‘petted?’” I asked, frowning up at him, since he hadn’t answered me the first time. “What does that even mean?”
“It’s exactly what it sounds like, little one—you have to get used to me petting you. Come here.”
He went and sat on the big chair covered in shiny bronze fabric and motioned for me to come stand in front of him.
Warily, I did so. My feet sank down almost to the ankles in the moss-like green carpet so I felt extra short as I stood there, waiting for whatever came next.
“All right, now…” Sir reached for me and tugged me forward gently by the shoulders. Then he lifted me up and laid me face-down across his knees.
“Hey! What are you doing?” I struggled to turn over and sit up but a big, warm hand between my shoulder blades pressed me gently but firmly back down.
“Just relax, little one,” Sir rumbled. “This is supposed to be a calming activity that draws and Master and pet closer together.”
A calming activity? I felt like a kid about to get a spanking! So I was anything but calm when he started stroking me.
First his big hand traveled over my long hair and then down my back and over my ass and thighs. I couldn’t help wiggling and squirming some while he did this—it felt strange to lie there and just let him “pet” me.
“Little one, I told you to be still.” There was a warning tone in Sir’s deep voice and he gave me one sharp spank on the bottom.
“Oh!” I gasped, jumping and reflexively putting my hand behind me to shield my ass. The slap on my bottom hadn’t been that hard, but it had shocked me.
I turned my head to one side and looked up at him.
“I thought you didn’t believe in corporal punishment,” I said accusingly.
Sir gave me a stern look.
“I don’t but I will make exceptions if I must. You have to hold still while I pet you, little one. You must get used to my hands on your body. It is the touching between us that draws a Master and pet closer together and allows them to form their bond.”
“I just feel weird laying over your lap and letting you ‘pet’ me while I’m completely naked,” I grumbled. “I mean, we hardly know each other—you only just abducted me yesterday!”
“We’ll know each other much better if you’ll just hold still and let me pet you,” Sir said. “If this small level of intimacy makes you uncomfortable, be thankful I’m not training you as a Sex Pet. That demands much more intimate touching and tasting to form a bond.”
Uh, tasting? I bit my lip and decided not to ask—some things were better not to know.
“I’ll be good,” I said, trying to sound contrite. “Although I will point out that you’ve already, uh, touched me intimately—twice.”
“You mean when I was washing you last night and examining you this morning?” As he spoke, his big, warm hand traveled from between my shoulder blades, down my spine, and over my ass.
“Exactly,” I said shortly. I didn’t trust myself to say more because the memory of his long finger inside me, stroking deep and caressing my inner folds was making my pussy feel hot and wet all over again.
“I told you, you must get used to me handling your body,” Sir said. He turned me over and I found myself suddenly lying face-up across his knees.
“Sir? Are we done?” I started to sit up, but he gave me a severe look and pushed me back down.
“Not nearly. Hold still while I pet the front of you, little one.”
“Oh, um…yes…yes, Sir.” I bit my lip and squeezed my hands into fists, trying to submit, though it was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. I felt so vulnerable, lying naked across his lap with my breasts and pussy on full display.
And the Sir started petting me again, which only made things worse.
“You must learn to crave my touch, little one,” he lectured as his big, warm hand traveled over my breasts, down my trembling belly, and over my pussy mound.
Though I wasn’t about to tell him, I was damn near craving it right then. He was giving me those strange sensations again—the pleasure I had read about and heard about all my life without ever experiencing it until he had touched me. How did he do that and why did my body react only to him?
I had no answers and I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded and said,
“Yes, Sir,” rather breathlessly, because he was stroking my breasts again.
“Such full breasts for such a little female,” he remarked, cupping them each in turn and teasing my nipples by twisting them gently between his long fingers and thumb. “How does this make you feel, little one?”
“It…if feels good,” I admitted in a gasp. “But…I feel vulnerable too. I’ve never…no man has ever…touched me like this.”
Which was true—not even Don had taken the time to explore my body in such a leisurely fashion. He mostly just wanted to have quickie sex and then roll off me to either go to sleep or go play more video games. Not that I minded—I got nothing out of sex, so there was really no point in prolonging it.
I was getting something out of it now, though. Sparks of pleasure were running from my tight nipples straight to my pussy, which was getting uncomfortably hot and wet.
“It’s all right to be vulnerable with your Master,” Sir lectured me softly. “Spread your legs and let me pet you more deeply, little one.”
“I…I thought you weren’t training me to be a Sex Pet,” I protested weakly, even as I parted my thighs for him. God, why couldn’t I fight him, even a little? I really shouldn’t be enjoying this, should I? Was I deep in the grip of Stockholm Syndrome or what? But no—I wouldn’t be planning to escape if that was the case. Would I?
“I’m not training you as a Sex Pet,” Sir said, as his long fingers cupped my hot mound. “I’m trying to learn your body and your reactions. And of course, a little intimate touching doesn’t hurt—it helps to strengthen the bond.”
As he spoke, he spread open my outer pussy lips with two long fingers. I moaned softly as I anticipated feeling a third finger invading my inner folds.
Instead, I felt something smooth and hard and cool sliding over my wetness.
“Oh!” I looked down and saw that Sir’s tail—his candalla as he called it—had come around to get into the action. It had slipped between my legs and it was the metal cap on the tip of it I was feeling as it slid over my unprotected inner pussy.
Sir looked annoyed.
“I’ve told you, she is not for breeding,” he told his tail. “Or do you think you know something I don’t?”
The tail raised up and seemed to regard him for a moment, before dipping down to nudge me again.
Sir sighed and looked at me.
“I am afraid my candalla insists on knowing you intimately. But please don’t worry—I won’t allow it to deposit any cream inside you.”
“What?” I propped myself up, my elbows resting against his left thigh while my bottom was supported by his right. My legs were still spread and his tail was hovering over me like a curious snake.
“It will only take a moment,” Sir promised me. Reaching out, he twisted the blunt metal cap off the tip of his tail, freeing it at last.
I don’t know what I expected to see—a bulbous head like one on the end of a penis? Or maybe a lot of little tentacles, like a sea anemone. But nothing so strange met my gaze—it just narrowed to a tip like a regular tail. For a moment I was almost disappointed…but then the tail began to change shape.
The tip curled in on itself and seemed to fuse together to make a kind of rounded ball, about the size of a golf ball. Then it dipped down again and began rubbing between my pussy lips.
“Oh!” I exclaimed. “What is it doing?”
“Just getting to know you,” Sir assured me. “Don’t worry—I won’t let it get you ready for breeding—that would be an intolerable state to be in when we have to go out in public very soon,” he added, giving his tail a warning look.
The rounded ball the tail had formed itself into felt silky as it rubbed gently over my throbbing clit. And then I felt something new—something hot and wet and slippery was bathing my aching button. It felt a little bit like the time Don and I had tried warming gel, back before he realized that no matter what he did, he wasn’t going to be able to turn me on.
“What…it’s squirting stuff on me,” I told Sir. “I…I thought you said no, uh, cream?”
“So I did. Move, if you please and let me see,” he said sternly, speaking to his tail.
Reluctantly, I thought, the candalla pulled away. Looking between my legs, I saw that my pussy was completely drenched with some clear, shiny liquid. It looked like someone had gone crazy and squirted a whole bottle of lube on me!
“Ah, that’s all right then,” Sir said, nodding at his tail. “It’s only a natural lubricant,” he told me. “Not the breeding cream—don’t worry.”
“But…but why is it—is he—wanting to, uh, get me all lubed up?” I asked anxiously.
“To explore you, of course. Watch,” he directed.
Sure enough, the golf-ball sized tip of his tail had stopped teasing my clit and was now sliding down to find the mouth of my pussy.
“Oh!” I gasped, as I felt it start trying to push its way inside. Have I mentioned I have a pretty small entrance? Well, I do. Don is on the small side, dick-size-wise, so it’s not generally a problem. But even something the circumference of a golf ball was too tight of a fit for me.
Sir seemed to realize this.
“Little one is extremely delicate and you’re too big,” he told his tail. “Smaller please, if you wish to slide inside her soft little pussy.”
The tail withdrew a moment and then changed shape again, this time becoming more of a tentacle—thin at the tip and more girthy at the base.
“That’s better,” Sir said, approvingly. “Apologize for hurting my pet.”
His tail—or candalla—stroked my thigh gently and then slid between my pussy lips once more, to stroke and caress my clit.
“Is…is that his way of saying ‘sorry?’” I asked breathlessly. If so, I wished he would keep it up. Despite how bizarre this situation was, I found I was getting close again—close to that elusive orgasm I had never been able to have on my own back on Earth.
“It is, indeed.” Sir nodded at his tail. “Very nice. You may explore her now as long as you’re gentle. And remember—no breeding cream!”
The tentacle wavered in the air for a moment, and I had the feeling it was arguing in some way with my new Master.
Sir frowned.
“No, I told you, breeding cream would make her go into heat and need to be fucked. Little one is not a Sex Pet.”
The tentacle waved some more.
Sir sighed.
“Very well, you may fill her with as much lubricant as you like—just no cream.”
This seemed like an agreeable compromise because the tip of the tentacle caressed my aching clit lovingly once more and then dived between my legs. It circled the mouth of my pussy teasingly several times, before finally sliding inside.
I barely felt it at first, because the end of it was quite thin, but as it slid deeper and deeper into me, it got thicker and thicker.
“Oh!” I moaned as I felt it stretching the mouth of my pussy and my inner walls.
“It’s all right, little one,” Sir murmured, cradling my shoulders with one arm as he held my pussy lips wide with his other hand and watched as his tail invaded me. “Just let my candalla fill you. He needs to satisfy his curiosity or he’ll never let you alone.”
“It’s…it’s getting really thick,” I whispered. “I mean, it doesn’t hurt but I…I’ve never had anything this big inside me before!”
“Yes, you do have a very narrow entrance.” Sir frowned. “If I were training you as a Sex Pet, you’d need to wear expanders regularly—or else let my candalla penetrate you often—to help you open for my cock.”
Remembering the huge thing I’d seen dangling between his legs, I felt a shiver go down my spine. There was no way I could ever take all of that. But at the same time, I couldn’t help wondering what it might feel like…
Maybe like the tentacle that was currently filling me so deeply. I moaned softly as it finally reached the end of my channel. And then it seemed to swell even more.
“Oh—it’s getting bigger!” I exclaimed.
“Yes, he’s probably preparing to come inside you,” Sir said, matter-of-factly. “Just relax, little one, and let it happen. My candalla wants to claim you and mark you with my scent—that’s all.”
“But…if it—if he—comes in me, can he make me pregnant?” I asked anxiously. “Because I’m not on any kind of birth control right now. Er…Don and I mostly just use condoms.”
“No, you cannot get pregnant with my child unless my candalla first fills you with breeding cream and then I plant my seed in your belly,” Sir told me. “He will only be shooting more of the natural lubricant inside you—but it gives the same pleasurable sensation of orgasm. That’s why he was willing to settle for the lubricant, rather than filling you with breeding cream.”
The tentacle-tail inside me swelled even larger, making me moan in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and then I felt something hot and wet shooting directly into the mouth of my womb. I don’t know how I knew that—somehow I just did.
“Oh!” I gasped. “It…it’s coming in me. Coming so deep inside me!”
“Yes, the candalla’s very tip has found the mouth of your womb to fill with lubricant, no doubt,” Sir said, matter-of-factly, confirming my own thoughts. “That’s generally where it shoots the breeding cream too—in order to prepare your body for fucking and impregnantion.”
“Oh, God!” I moaned, writhing on his lap. For some reason, being filled like this was an intensely pleasurable sensation. I felt closer to the edge than ever before—I just needed something to tip me over so I could finally come!
“Gods, little one—you’re lovely when you’re being filled,” Sir murmured, his eyes going half-lidded as he looked down at me. “I can feel how tight your little pussy is as it squeezes all around my candalla.”
“So…you’re feeling this, too?” I asked breathlessly.
“Not as intensely as if I were actually fucking you with my shaft,” he said. “But enough. Your soft little pussy is delightful.”
I could only moan in response. I had never felt anything like the strange, intensely pleasurable sensations of being filled with his tail and then having it come inside me.
I was right on the edge of orgasm when it finally pulled out—and a rush of the shiny lubricant came with it. I could have moaned in frustration at being left wanting yet again, but Sir only nodded at the shiny tentacle which once more formed itself into the tip of his tail.
“There now—satisfied?” he asked it.
The candalla waved agreeably in the air in what seemed to be a positive manner.
“Good.” Sir looked down at my dripping crotch critically. “You’ve certainly filled her enough—the dringa moss carpet can only absorb so much, you know.”
The tail waved once more—apologetically this time, I thought.
Sir sighed.
“Yes, I know she’s very tight and wet inside. I guess I don’t blame you for wanting to leave an extra big load inside her. Well…” He looked down at my dripping pussy. “At least no other male will mistake her as being unspoken for. You certainly spread enough of my scent inside her. Are you ready for this?”
He held up the metal cap again and raised his eyebrows.
The tail wavered for a moment, then slid down to caress my thigh again.
“Oh, does he want to go again?” I asked—I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. On one hand, I was so sexually frustrated at this point I could nearly cry. But on the other hand, was it right to want to be fucked by a tail?
But Sir put my fears to rest.
“My candalla is simply thanking you for opening yourself and allowing him to explore you and come deep in your pussy, little one,” he told me. “He greatly enjoyed the experience.” He gave me a significant look. “We both did.”
“Oh, uh, you’re welcome, I guess,” I said to the tail, which waved happily at me. “Um, anytime.”
“Don’t tell him that!” Sir said, frowning. “Or he’ll forever be trying to slide inside you.”
“Oh, uh…” I didn’t know what to say to that. I hadn’t actually meant that his tail could fuck me anytime it pleased—I had just said “anytime” out of polite habit. The way you do when someone thanks you for inviting them to your home, and you tell them to come back anytime, I guess.
“Ignore that,” Sir told his tail sternly. “If you keep on filling her with lubricant, you know eventually you’ll want to fill her with breeding cream as well. And, as I told you, little one is not a Sex Pet!”
If this was the life of a non-Sex Pet, I’d hate to see what an actual Sex Pet went through, I thought to myself—but didn’t dare say aloud.
The tail stared waving as though it was arguing but Sir only shook his head and fitted the rounded metal cap back onto the tip of it. Then he looked down at me, still lying across his legs.
“Well, you’re something of a mess, little one,” he told me. “But I think we have time for a quick bath before we reach the spaceport. Come.”
He took me to the bathroom and put me in the big square bathtub that was as big as a hot tub. Then he proceeded to get some cleansing liquid and rub it all over my body once more, just as he had the night before.
It could have been my imagination, but it seemed to me that he paid special attention to my breasts and nipples, tugging and twisting them gently, before moving down to wash my inner thighs. The only thing he didn’t do was put his fingers inside me again. And to my shame, I missed it.
“Master,” I couldn’t help saying, my voice coming out high and breathless. “You…you forgot to clean, er, inside me this time.”
“Ah yes—I did that on purpose,” he told me, as he rinsed the cleaning liquid off my skin with the pale blue not-water. “You see, little one, I wanted to leave my scent inside you. It marks you as mine and makes you safer at the spaceport.”
Just then, a buzzing sound came from the front of the ship and he nodded to himself.
“Speaking of which, there’s the proximity alert. I believe we are coming up on F’too’sh Beta. Are you ready to go?”
I nodded eagerly.
“Yes, Master—I’m ready!”
“Good. Then let’s dry you off and put on your leash,” Sir said. “And I’ll give you a tour of the spaceport while the fuel cells get refilled.”
Biting my lip, I let him lift me out of the tub and wrap me in another huge, fluffy towel. This was my chance to get home and I was damn well going to take it!