Master's Toy
A short little story about what Rowyin gets up to on slow weekends...
Master’s Toy
By Rowyin Darkwulf
Footsteps echoed down the concrete hall as they approached the old looking wooden door. With the turn of a key, the old door’s large lock unlatched, a loud creak echoing from the hinges as it swung open, pouring a shaft of light into the otherwise dark room. The sounds of chains rattling together, as well as soft whimpers and a dull vibrating noise reverberated off the walls of the room, and with the flick of a switch light illuminated the inside of the room. In the middle of the room, chained to a ring bolted into the floor a female mouse sat squatting, arms secured behind her with a black leather arm-binder.
She was naked, her body trembling slightly at not only the cool of the room, but what also lie between her legs. They were forcibly spread, a thin metal bar secured tightly to her ankles with leather cuffs leaving her dripping cunny exposed. Trailing from between her legs was a pair of wires, terminating at two small knobbed boxes strapped to her thighs. Her heavy breasts swayed upon her chest as she twitched and panted, little rivers of milk running down their surfaces from her clamped and leaking nipples. Her large breasts had a natural shelf to carry their weight though, the mouse’s belly a swollen sphere of pregnancy looking long overdue with several kits, her formerly innie belly button long since popped from its home. The mouse let out a muffled moan, the ball gag sitting between her lips restricting her voice to mere squeaks, grunts and moans. A spurt of liquid rained down upon the floor between her legs, the mouse squirming as the vibrators brought her to yet another orgasm. Her chest heaved, head turning towards the sounds of the approaching footsteps, though unable to pinpoint the location of the figure standing over her due to the blindfold tied over her eyes. A black furred hand reached down to her baby-bloated belly, cupping and groping her firm tummy, a chuckle leaving the owner’s lips.
“So, how is master’s little slut doing?” The deep voice whispered into her ear, hand stroking its way down her bloated belly. His hand eventually stroked through the wet, tan matted fur of her crotch, lightly tugging upon the wire for the egg vibrator placed deep into her cunny. Another muffled moan forced its way out of the mouse’s throat, pressing herself against the hand playing with her.
“Has master’s little slut learned her lesson?” The voiced whispered again, his hand sliding back up to toy with her popped belly button. The mouse’s head nodded quickly, her long russet hair tossing about before she stiffened and squeaked into the gag in her mouth once more. Her cunny let loose another spurt of girl-cum, the mouse’s chest and belly rising and falling quickly.
“Oh, I don’t know… It doesn’t sound to me like you’ve learned you lesson… I think you need to be disciplined further…” The voice said, tipping the mouse backwards and guiding her down onto her arms and back. The mouse let out a muffled squeak, the two vibrators suddenly tugged free of her wet holes. She could hear her master’s footsteps on the tiled floor as he stepped away, prepping something upon a nearby table. The footsteps soon returned; the male crouching down between the mouse's spread legs, one hand groping her thigh.
"Let’s see how many of these you can fit, hmmm?" He said with an unseen grin. The mouse squirmed upon the floor, letting out another muffled squeak as she felt something press against her tight tailhole: something large, wet, and round was being pressed against her tight ring of muscle. The mouse knew better than to resist, relaxing herself as her master stretched her tailhole with the orb’s girth. The round object pressed harder against her tailhole, coaxing the ring to stretch wider and wider before it finally passed its widest point, her tailhole suddenly closing around it and holding it inside. She could feel something hanging from the round toy inside her ass, her master taking up another of the string of beads and pressing it to her hole.
The mouse panted though her ball-gag, drool leaking form the corners of her mouth as her tailhole was stretched over and over with each round orb. She lost count of the number of round beads had been stuffed into her bowels, each one nearly the size of a tennis ball. Her back arched as she hit another twitching orgasm, her femcum soaking her master’s hand as he worked another bead into her. Finally, the last one popped into her clenching anal ring, her hole left gaping for a moment before it tightened down around the remainder of the string. She was left still for a moment, bowels achingly stuffed full of hard rubber.
“Good girl… you took every single one this time… but can you get them out on your own?” He asked her, his hand stroking over her heaving belly. She moaned and nodded obediently, spreading her legs as wide as possible then bearing down. Her tailhole slowly stretched open as her muscles pushed, the rubber orb poking from her puckering tailhole till it popped free. A whorish moan filtered through her ball gag, her tailhole twitching as the next bead worked its way to the exit. She inhaled sharply through her nose, letting out a groan as the next bead pressed its way out. Her body shuddered, the bead falling to sit with the first. She repeated the effort on the following bead and the one after that, a spurt of femcum gushing from her twitching cunny as the fifth bead tumbled from her anus.
She paused for her mini-orgasm, and then pushed again. One by one, the remaining beads were pushed from the mouse’s ass, piling between her legs until only the last one remained. She was panting heavily, her tailhole straining to push out the last remaining bead to no avail. Her master picked up the string, tugging upon it lightly, letting it stretch her hole but stopping before passing the beads widest point. She wined in protest, but before the bead could slip fully back into her, she pushed again. Her tailhole stretched, wider and winder till the last bead finally popped free. Her tailhole gaped as she sat panting, slowly winking tighter and tighter before fully closing.
“There’s a good girl… you got them all. I think you deserve a treat.” Her master stated. She could feel him messing with her leg restraints, unlocking one cuff and then the other. A moment after setting the bar aside she felt him lift her back up, setting her on her knees. She was well aware of the treat she was getting, and before she even heard the zip of his fly she opened her mouth and presented her tongue to her master. Her fleshy treat was deposited right upon her tongue, which was quick to slide along the slightly salty flesh of her master’s cock. Her lips closed around his girth as it pressed further into her muzzle, tongue caressing the underside as she suckled upon his length. Her master’s hand settled upon her messy brunette locks, stroking her head encouragingly as she went to work upon his cock. She knew well what she was doing, slowly bobbing her head along her master’s shaft, tongue working against the bottom of his cock. She murred around the thick meat piercing her lips, pressing the tip to the back of her throat as she worked her master’s shaft further into her mouth. Taking in a deep breath, the mouse pressed even further down her master’s cock, the tip slipping down her tight throat till she buried her nose into her master’s pubic fur.
Her master loosed a loud groan as the mouse’s throat muscles fluttered over the sensitive tip of his shaft, pre drooling down her throat as she swallowed upon his lower head. Eventually pulling back for some air, the mouse repeated the process; deep-throating his cock before pulling back to breath a moment later. She could tell her master was enjoying her oral attention; the way he gripped her head, the flexing of his shaft, the thickness of his pre… all signs he was approaching his peak. She redoubled her efforts, head bobbing faster along his cock, throat swallowing along his length each time it slipped down her hole. The mouse let out a muffled moan around her master’s cock, the vibrations just enough to finally send him over his peak.
The wolf groaned, pressing her head to his crotch as his heavy balls tightened, sending his thick load down the mouse’s squeezing throat. She held her breath for as long as she could, working her throat muscles over her master’s pulsing cock as he filled her belly with more of his precious seed. Blackness began to creep into the edges of her vision before her master finally pulled back from her throat, letting the mouse fill her lungs with fresh air. His lengthy orgasm continued to pump his seed into her mouth, forcing her to balance swallowing and taking in breathes of air through her nose. Ever dutiful, the mouse downed everything her master gave her, sucking him off even as his orgasm finally waned. His cock left a deposit of spent seed upon her tongue as he withdrew, prompting the mouse to swallow once more, making a small show of finishing her master’s gift.
“Thank you for the treat, master…” The mouse finally said after swallowing. The wolf chuckled, fixing his pants before crouching down to finally release his mouse from her bonds. With a grunt and a bit of force the wolf pulled her up to her feet, the mouse wobbling a bit before leaning some of her weight upon her master. She reached over and held onto her master’s belt, the mouse barely standing taller than the wolf’s belt line. He leaned over and gave the top of her nose a quick peck.
“Ready to head back upstairs, Bri?” the wolf asked, hand palming her squirming belly.
“Sure… master… your babies are still hungry…” She replied with a small smile…
The End