“You may need to stretch yourself out first,” he told me. “You haven’t been wearing the other one.”
I whimpered, slowly moving onto all fours. He let the soft fur of the tail trail along my ass cheeks, letting me feel it. I didn’t want to feel it. I wouldn’t be able to escape it soon enough.
“Hold out your hand,” he directed me.
When I did, he drizzled some of the lubricant over my fingers. I swallowed hard, knowing what was expected of me. I had to… stretch myself out before I tried to put this plug in place.
Tears welled up in my eyes, but a desperate glance cast in his direction told me he was reveling in this already. He probably wanted to see me cry.
I reached around, trying to get settled as I slowly started easing one slick finger against my hole. I didn’t penetrate myself, not at first, instead getting used to the feeling of it being there. He hummed beneath his breath, his hand going to the tent in his pants, and dread settled over me all over again. How was I going to deal with this?
Slowly, I pushed inside, feeling the rings of muscle, tight around my finger. I’d only penetrated myself with the enema nozzle and the smaller plug. This one was different, and I wouldn’t be able to just take it quickly. I didn’t know how many I’d have to put inside of myself before I was stretched enough to take the plug. Two? Three? Probably three if I didn’t want to hurt myself.
My cheeks burned as I slid my own finger into my ass, and the tears spilled down my cheeks as I stifled a sob. It didn’t hurt. If anything, it felt surprisingly good, which I hated. I hadn’t wanted it to be painful, but I hadn’t wanted it to feel good, either.
It hadn’t felt like this last time.
A second finger joined the first after a moment, and I wished so much that I wasn’t defiling myself all over again. I would even have preferred him doing this to me even though his fingers were large and even one would probably feel like two of my own. It would’ve been easier, though. I wouldn’t have had to fight my own mind as I forced my own fingers into my ass.
I wiggled them around, feeling strange as I did, and I squirmed under my own touch. I tried to figure out how long to wait until I should add a third finger, but I didn’t have a fucking clue. I ended up just shoving a third one in there, only to cry out because I definitely hadn’t been ready for that.
He palmed his erection, squeezing himself through his pants. Unsurprisingly, he was getting off on my discomfort. It made me want to hurry through this, to get the damn plug inside so I wouldn’t have to keep showing him my ass.
It was the first time I was grateful for the enemas keeping my ass clean.
Damn it. I’d never wanted to think anything positive about the fucking things.
I took my time with the third finger wriggling inside of me, still squirming as I tried to figure out if it was good or bad. I didn’t know, but I didn’t want it to be good. I was scared of it being good.
I’d expected him to rush me, but he was quiet the entire time but for the soft sounds of pleasure coming from his lips. He was enjoying this entirely too much, and it made my cheeks burn as the tears left trails on their way down.
“Okay,” I said, my voice cracking on the single word. “I’m… I’m ready.”
I wasn’t ready. I was never going to be ready.
But I’d said I wouldn’t complain, and I didn’t want to see what punishment he had waiting for me if I failed. He’d probably change his mind about the whole cat thing and force me back into being his puppy, which was something he’d be able to hold over my head as long as I was there.
Forever.
He wordlessly grabbed the plug, pouring more of the lube over it and making sure it was nice and covered before he handed it to me. I had to feel grateful for that. Even though my fingers had forced slickness inside of me, I didn’t think it was enough to help me bear the plug. This would be better.
Easier.
Maybe.
I took a deep breath then took the plug from him, teary eyes threatening to spill over once more. I tried to blink it back, but my vision was blurry anyway. I swallowed hard, then pressed the plug to my ass.
I hissed in discomfort as it started to penetrate me, the push relentless as it seemed to take forever to slide in,centimeter by centimeter. Then it brushed something inside of me that made my cock instantly hard, and I gasped, partially out of pleasure and partially out of shock. What the fuck?—
No, I wasn’t going to get off on wearing a goddamn tail, on violating my own ass, on submitting!
I let out a strangled sound, pushing it deeper. It kept brushing that damn spot, and I couldn’t make the pleasure stop washing over me little by little, bit by bit, until I was finally full and it seated itself in place.
I could feel the tail brushing against me between my ass cheeks, and I whimpered. I felt impossibly full, and knowing it was still on the small side didn’t make me any more comfortable. What if he felt like putting a bigger one in there?
What if he decided to fuck me there?
How would it feel if he touched that spot?—
