It was bittersweet, helping little one get into her old gear again. I broke the inhibitor collar off her with a careful twist of my hands—it was much too thick for her to handle herself, but the electronics inside it made it brittle enough for me to crack, and I took it off her with ease.
She sighed with relief when it was off and then offered her neck eagerly for her old collar. I felt a lump in my throat as I fastened it around her lovely neck and watched the ruby settle in the hollow of her throat. After this show, I would have to take it off her again and let her go. But the Goddess Eternal knew I didn’t want to do that!
Next I put on her leash and then it was time to put on her intimate jewelry. I wound the tiny gold nipple springs around her stiff pink points, watching in satisfaction as the diamond drops shimmered against the curves of her breasts. I also enjoyed putting the golden spreader which showed off her slippery inner folds into her sweet little pussy. Gods, it had been good to taste her again…to feel her coming under my tongue! I loved her flavor so much—it was certainly one of the things I would miss most about her.
Don’t think about that, I told myself as I carefully fit the spreader inside her. I had decided to leave off the clit collar, since it inhibited her orgasms. Don’t think of anything except getting through this damn show!
Since I hadn’t been able to get out of it, I was glad that at least I had negotiated so that I was the only one who would touch her. I couldn’t bear the thought of another male’s hands on her. Especially not when I had just spent the last half ahrn tasting her and exploring her sweet pussy with my tongue.
You might have to explore her with your cock if the judge decrees it, whispered a little voice in my head. I knew it was true. The rules of a Korrigon Pet Show are very strict and specific. The owner must do whatever the judge orders to show his pet to best advantage—including penetration, fucking, and coming inside her if the judge deems it necessary.
But if I have to fuck her, it will seal our bond—and that will make it doubly hard to let her go! I thought. Well, maybe it wouldn’t come to that, I told myself. And whatever else happened, I must not breed her. I made a mental note to let my candalla know that. He was already swishing eagerly, no doubt hoping for a chance to be inside little one again. I would just have to be sure he didn’t inject the gold-sheened breeding cream into her if I was called upon to fuck her.
“Listen to me—no breeding cream,” I murmured to him as we finally left the storage room. “I mean it!”
I could feel his resistance—he wanted little one and me to stay together. I wanted that too, but it couldn’t be. However, trying to explain legal matters to my tail was mostly futile. We Korrigons might have a second brain that powers our candallas, but the brain is a primitive one, concerned mostly with reproduction.
I satisfied myself with a final strict order and then we exited the storeroom and I focused on finding my place in line with little one by my side.