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Catfood - Episode 23 - Tryout day - Warming Up

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For a very long moment I stood silently and waited before my master said anything. I could feel his eyes on me, measuring me up. I was accutely aware of how exposed my body was, but it didn't bother me too much. I was here by my own choice, after all. Finally he spoke up, "Hello, Jane."

I sketched a bow; it seemed the thing to do. My bow was not as deep as I might have made it under different circumstances, but I was less used to the high heels that I would have liked and afraid I would loose my footing if I bent much lower. "You're the silent type, aren't you?" I could hear the grin on his lips clearly and I almost giggled. After a moment he went on, "Whatever. It's a pleasure to have you here." I bowed again, feeling inexplicably pleased.

"Turn right a bit and come forward." I obeyed instantly and walked forward slowly and carefully. I can't say why, I didn't know anything about the male in front of me, but I trusted him instinctively. His voice was deep and rich; with every word he exuded strength and trustworthiness. And yet there was something subtly wrong with his voice, something I couldn't quite put my finger on, maybe he had a slight cold or something like that.

"Stop." He was close now, very close. It sounded as if he was sitting in a chair right in front of me.

"Do you know why you are here?" I nodded and inhaled deeply. I couldn't make much of his scent as he wore quite a bit more cologne than I was really comfortable with. At least it smelled good, I didn't know the brand, but I was sure it was a pretty expensive one. For some reason I wondered if the bottle had cost him more than my services. But even if it masked his scent almost completely, there was something hauntingly familiar about what little I could get.

"You will serve me until I release you. You will do anything I tell you to do. No matter how painful or humiliating. Understood?" I nodded, his voice allowed no resistance.

"We will have sex. I will take you without regard to your wishes and in ways that are usually considered to be rather kinky, even perverted by most people. I will do things to you that will cause you pain. Do you have any objections?" There was a slight edge to his voice. He didn't sound unfriendly, but I knew that I did not dare to refuse him. I shook my head.

"Good." I felt his eyes roam up and down my body as he considered me. "Give me your emergency signal; I want to be absolutely sure that it works." A brief wave of love and trust suffused me at his concern for my safety. It took me a moment to remember the signal before I arranged the fingers of my left paw. A buzzer sounded somewhere to my left.

"Good. Are you ready, Jane?" I nodded eagerly and vowed silently that I would not give the signal, no matter what he did to me.

"Splendid!" He clapped his hands and drawled, "We'll have a lot of fun!" I didn't doubt for a moment that he would have fun. Strangely enough, I was suddenly sure that I would enjoy the experience just as much. I forced myself to take a few deep breaths and relax. It wasn't easy, not that I was particularly afraid or even anxious, but a feeling of arousing excitement filled me.

He commanded, "Take two steps forward and turn around." I did. "Spread your legs as far as you can and bend forward a little." I obeyed as best as I could, thrusting my ass towards him a little to keep my balance. He commented, "Nice view." took my paws and sqeueezed them reassuringly. The obvious pleasure in his voice filled me with happiness. He caressed the palm of my paws with his thumbs and then squeezed my paws once more before he released them again.

Then he lowered his hands a little and ran his fingertips up and down my rump. A shiver of excitement ran up my spine. I inhaled sharply when he poked a finger at the base of my tail and shiver ran down my spine. I began to pant and the occasional muffled moan escaped my sealed lips. He ran a finger down to my tailhole and circled it a few times. He took his time, examining my backside, and I had several intensely pleasant minutes as he did so. The pleased noises he made aroused me almost as much as the massage his fingers gave me. A small part of my brain complained that I should be embarrassed by what he was doing, but the greater part of me simply enjoyed every second of it.

***Slap*** The sudden slap at my rump caught me totally by surprise. I jumped and squealed into the gag. For a moment I lost my balance, but before I could fall, he grabbed my hips with gentle but strong hands and held me until I was in control of my muscles once more. He held on for a few extra moments to make sure I really didn't fall.

"You have a really nice ass, girl." If that wasn't a thousand-dollar grin I could hear in his voice, then only because it was a million-dollar one. "That ass just begs to be spanked hard, doesn't it?" I blushed a little when I realized that my sex felt almost as hot as the burning spot on my rump and I nodded. My master laughed in pleasure, "We'll get to that soon enough." He let his fingertips rest on the burning spot on my rump and in seconds the pain receded and was replaced by a rather pleasant heat.

He commanded, "Stand up straight" I obeyed. "Turn around. Spread your knees a bit." I turned my legs outward and slowly forced my knees apart. A gentle touch on the outer sides of my thighs stopped me just after my labia parted company. Standing like this put a bit of strain on my legs and I had to be really careful not to lose my balance. "Don't move." I had every intention to follow that command.

He placed a finger on my navel and then slowly moved it down, first through the soft fur on my belly and then between my hot, wet and very sensitive labia. Shivers of excitement ran up my spine. He poked a finger into me a little and asked, "You enjoy this, don't you?" I shivered and nodded, blushing a little but not very much. He laughed and exclaimed, "Slut!" His tone was so gently teasing that I could only take it as a compliment. I nodded in agreement and tried to smile around the gag. He fondled my sex for a minute or two. His touch was as light as a feather but it turned me on so much, I just couldn't help thrusting my sex towards him.

"Come closer." I shuffled forward until my knees met the chair. "Closer." He grabbed my ass and lifted me up and forward until I kneeled on the chair. My knees were spread wide and my body was fully accessible to him. He purred, "Pretty!" and commanded, "Don't move."

He began to run his hands all over my body. If there had been any reluctance on my part left over, it vanished in moments and I leaned into his touch. I almost began to purr. When he leaned forward and licked my nipples, I almost came. Very soon I lost all sense of time as he pleasured me expertly. My whole body was shivering in arousal and my sex must have been dripping like a leaky faucet. He did not allow me to come, however, and I groaned in frustrated desire when he suddenly stopped teasing me.

"Want me to make you cum?" I nodded eagerly. "Slut!" My master laughed at my hiss of irritation, "Not yet. Maybe later, if you are a good little slut and please me well." He only laughed when I groaned and hissed.

My master poked his finger into me one last time and commanded, "Get back on your feet!" and then he helped me get back on my feet. I stood in front of him for a frustrating minute while my arousal cooled down and he considered what to do to me next.

He reached down and unlocked the chain that connected my ankles and commanded, "Spread your legs." I did so. I blushed in embarrassment when he tapped the insides of my thighs to indicate that he wanted me to spread them further. I hastened to obey, chagrinned that I had failed to please him perfectly. My stance began to get a little wobbly (because of the high heels I was wearing) but thankfully he stopped me with a pleased "That's great." before I fell or my hips really began to hurt.

I stood as still as I could while he ran his fingers through the fur on my thighs, painfully aware how much his touch was arousing me. "A bit more hair than I am used to on a woman." After a while he added, "But at least it is soft and silky. Your skin in so wonderfully warm." Then his fingers moved up to caress the fur all around my sex without ever actually touching my center. After a few frustrating minutes his fingers finally touched my thoroughly wet and sensitive labia. The next few minutes were even more frustrating as his ministrations brought me slowly closer and closer to a climax that I knew would not come. Not soon at any rate. I don't know why I was so sure about that, but I was and I prayed with every fiber of my body and soul that my intuition was wrong.

I inhaled sharply when my master's fingers spread my lips wide and began to explore my inside. Electric shivers ran up and down my spine; I panted, barely able to force enough air through my nostrils and I moaned into my gag. I licked and sucked the penis-shaped intruder like mad. My master's fingers took me oh-so-close to heaven but never gave me that last little bit of stimulation that would have taken me over the edge. I don't know how long he teased my pulsing sex, but it seemed longer than forever. I groaned in frustrated desire when he finally removed his fingers. He teased me a little more by licking my juices noisily off his fingers.

He was silent for several very long minutes while the frenzied beating of my heart slowly returned to normal and the release that had been so close slipped further and further away. I cursed him silently and prayed for him to get on with it. I almost jumped out of my fur when he finally spoke up, "Well, well. What shall I do with you first?" His strong arms caught me before I could stumble and he held on to me until I had myself under control again. I was quite sure he knew exactly what he wanted to do with me, but he strung me along for another endless minute before he did anything else.

He mused, "Hmmm, I guess warming up is never a bad idea." and a moment later he commanded, "Step back and turn around." I took two careful steps backwards, turned around slowly and waited for his next command.

The chair creaked when my master stood up. He walked around me. I held my breath as I waited for him to do something. He grabbed my leash and gave a sharp tug. Then he led me away. We didn't walk far; as far as I could tell we were still in the same room when he stopped again. I felt him turn to me and suddenly the anticipation became almost unbearable.

"Jane?" I looked up at my master expectantly; not that I could see him. He went on, "I think I'll start by..." He left me hanging for another few moments before he finally told me, "spanking you. Your ass just begs to be spanked." I shivered in fear and anticipation when I suddenly remembered the spanking Nate had given me during the photo shot a few days ago.

His put his hands on my cheeks and said, "Feel free to make as much noise as you like, but don't talk. And try to keep still. Understood?" I nodded. "Good. Remember that I will punish you if you disobey me in this." Then he removed the gag from my muzzle but left the rest of harness in place.

I heard him sit down and then he commanded, "Come here." I stepped slowly towards where my master's voice came from. "Stop." I froze and waited for his next command. I had been expecting something but he still managed to catch me by surprise and I squealed when he picked me up and draped me over his knees. He rested his right hand on my butt and waited until I calmed down again, gently squeezing my buttocks. Then he gave my paws a reassuring squeeze and asked, "Ready?" The sincere concern for my well being in his voice filled me with affection and I nodded, anxious and yet eager to get started (and get it over with).

"Great." Then he was silent again and my apprehension grew as the seconds ticked by. I braced myself against I knoew what was to come. My master seemed to know perfectly what I was thinking, he waited until the strain became too great and I let my guard down again. He brought his hand down hard, delivering three quick stinging blows and I shrieked in pain and surprise.

My master paused for a moment to let me calm down a bit before he continued the spanking. He fell into an easy rhythm of relatively light blows. As light as the spanking started, it still managed to warm up my rump, thighs and lower back quickly. My sex and belly warmed up as least as much, if not more than my rump. My breathing and my heart sped up. Apart from a few whimpers and twitches I managed to remain still. My rump hurt, but it was not really bad. Yet, that is. I don't know why, but something told me that this was going to be bad; somehow I knew deep in my heart that I would not be able to sit easy for a day if not for longer after my master was through with me.

When my master seemed satisfied that I was properly warmed up, he began the real exercise. Louder and louder slaps echoed across the room as the force of his blows increased step by step. And then he began to break the, until then, steady rhythm of his blows. At first he only introduced a short pause here or there or landed two slaps a little closer together, but even those small irregularities began to rattle me. And my ass kept getting more and more sensitive. My breathing became a little more ragged; my whimpers of pain came more often and began to be interspersed by little squeaks of surprise. And soon more than just a few moans of arousal crept in as well. My cunt kept getting hotter and hotter. My helplessness turned me on more and more. Not only was I unable to protect myself from getting my ass worked over, now I could not even brace myself against the blows as they became more and more irregular. As the pain mounted, I found that I could not hold still any longer. I began to struggle against my bonds, but it was no use.

A strange thought hit me; it felt almost as if I knew the hand that spanked me. There was something intimately familiar about how it felt on my backside. But before I could give this much thought, the increasingly hard and irregular spanking shattered my attempts to concentrate and drove all thought out of my brain. My ass burned! As well as I can estimate, my master did not increase the total force of his spanking all that much. While the individual blows became heavier and heavier, there were fewer and fewer of them with longer and longer pauses between them. But the increasingly irregular pattern and my ever more sensitive hide made each blow feel harder than the one before. My control over my vocal cords disappeared quickly and soon genuine shrieks of pain were mixed into all the other noised his ministrations forced out of my muzzle.

After what felt like an hour or even longer but was probably not much more than a few minutes my master suddenly rested his hand on my burning rump. He waited for a minute or so to let me calm down again. One of his fingers brushed over the lower edge of my sex again and again, sending tiny shivers through my body. He asked, "Are you ok?"

A little wave of affection lapped at my heart and I nodded.

"Here, drink a bit." He pushed a straw into my muzzle and I sucked eagerly. It was cool water, cut with juices and something that left a slightly medical aftertaste in my muzzle. Whatever it was, it relaxed my parched and hurt throat. After a minute or so my master removed the straw. The pain in my rump had subsided somewhat and turned into a heat that oscillated between painful and pleasant.

Then he clapped his hands and declared, "Now we get to the interesting part." A shiver of terror ran down my spine. He lifted me up, turned me around and set me down on his lap again, facing the other way. His left hand touched my rump and two fingers slipped into my sex. I shivered and moaned, I wasn't really able to move, but I still managed to thrust my hot sex at him and get his fingers into me just that little bit more. My master laughed, "Horny, aren't you?" I nodded, blushing furiously.

"Ah, well. Be a good pet and I'll let you come... eventually." I groaned in frustration as his fingers kneaded my sensitive lips and slipped out again.

He slapped my rump lightly and I squeaked in surprise and pain. My master declared, "Let's get on with it. Here's what we'll do." He chuckled evilly, "I want you to try to get off my lap. I will keep spanking you until you succeed." I froze, unsure what to do. Did he really want me to fight him? After a few seconds he brought his hand down hard on my rump. I howled in pain. "What are you waiting for?" He hit me again. A part of me balked at the thought of resisting my master, but the blows he landed on my already throbbing ass were getting too much. He had only been playing with me before, but now he was really hurting me.

I began to fight, throwing my body this way and that and I screamed in pain and anger. My master held on to me and spanked me again and again. The blows were terrifyingly hard now and extremely painful; this kind of spanking was not arousing any more, only painful. I redoubled my struggles, flopping around like a fish out of the water and howling like a banshee. Several times I almost broke my master's grip; once I was almost over his knees, but he hauled me back at the last moment. The blows came hard and fast. My breath turned ragged, my heart threatened to pulverize my ribs and slowly I began to panic. I fought with ever ounce of my strength, but it was no use. My master was a lot stronger and with my arms tied at my back I could not apply my strength properly. Again and again the hard spanks broke my concentration and turned my escape attempts into useless twitching.

For several minutes I gave everything I had. Then I suddenly realized that my master was playing with me; playing like a cat would play with a mouse. With that realization all my strength drained out. Suddenly all my muscles turned to rubber. My rump hurt unbelievably. As much as I hurt, I was even too weak to scream. I barely had enough strength to force sobbing breaths in and out of my lungs. My master kept spanking me for another minute or so, but I hardly felt the individual blows through the fog of pain that surrounded me. My whole body hurt and at the same time I felt a curious detachment; as if everything was happening to somebody else. Finally my master's hand came to rest on my white-hot burning rump. I'm quite sure his touch was light as a feather, yet it felt as if his hand was a piece of red-hot iron.

My master sat still for a minute or two and waited until my breathing and my heart rate returned to somewhere close to normal. I tensed up when his left hand left my rump, trying to brace myself for the next blow. But that blow never landed.

Instead my master asked, "How do you feel? Everything ok?"

For a moment I was stunned by the concerned tone in his voice, then I pondered if and how I was supposed to answer and finally I decided that a question that didn't just require a Yes/No answer overrode his previous command not to speak. "My butt hurts." After a moment I added, "Master."

"Good." After the concern in his voice just moments earlier, that answer hit me like a slap and I inhaled sharply. "No, Jane, you may not feel that way, but this is good. After the way I worked you over I would be really concerned if your ass didn't hurt like crazy." The explanation and the tone of his voice calmed me. "Do you think I did any permanent damage?"

"No, Master... I'll probably be able to sit again... In a week or three..."

"Hah!" He sounded quite pleased with my answer. "I don't think it'll take that long, but you wouldn't want to try to sit down today. Definitely not today." I could hear the grin in his voice. "Maybe tomorrow. With plenty of painkillers you might manage it on a really soft pillow." A moment later he said, "Careful now." put both arms under my body and stood up, carrying me without any apparent effort.

He didn't walk far, maybe five meters or so before he carefully lowered me onto a soft surface, a bed as far as I could tell. He made sure I was settled properly before he released me and stepped back. I could feel his eyes on my back, considering me, enjoying the view. "Wow, I can really feel the heat waves. I'm sure that if I put a kettle on your ass, the water would start boiling in less than a minute." I wasn't really sure what to make of that, whether to feel embarrassed or pleased. But it was kind of difficult to feel much of anything, I was simply too exhausted.

After a minute he suddenly turned around and walked away only to return moments later. I heard my master set down a chair, and then he sat down on it. "Drink." The straw was again put to my lips and I sucked eagerly. After a short while he pulled the straw out of my muzzle and put the bottle away. I would have liked to drink more, but even the little he had allowed me made me feel a lot better.

"Thank you, Master." I said softly and lowered my head to the soft mattress. The comfortable scent of freshly washed linen filled my nose. I shifted a bit to find a comfortable position to relax and regain some strength to face whatever would be thrown at me next. The second spanking had cooled my ardor considerably but a little heat continued to linger in my loins. My master put a hand on my head and began to play with my headfur. I sighed in pleasure.

I lay like this for a minute or two; I couldn't tell time well with the blindfold on, but then it didn't matter. I asked softly, "Master?"

"Yes, Jane?"

"May I please drink a little more, Master? My throat is still a little raw."

He took a very long moment to answer, making me wonder if I had angered him or if he was teasing me. "You can drink as much as you like, but... you won't be allowed to use the little girl's room until I'm done with you, so you'd better pace yourself."

"Yes, Master. Thank you." I lifted my head and the straw was placed against my lips. I sucked up a bit of the drink and swilled it around in my mouth before I swallowed it. I took another sip and decided that my throat was well enough for now. I said, "Thank you, Master." and lay my head down again.

My master continued to play with my fur for a few very pleasant minutes and then he asked, "Comfy?"

"Very." I breathed more than spoke the answer. I was feeling quite good, the heat in my rump was still at a quite painful level, but I had gotten quite used to it by now.

"Good." After a few seconds he went on, "I think you can use a few more minutes of rest before we go on, but I don't want you to get too comfy. This isn't supposed to be a holiday for you, after all." With that he got up and walked away. I was a little sad that he had stopped his gentle ministrations, but I didn't even consider complaining.

He commanded, "Spread your legs and raise your rump." Then I heard him open and close a drawer and then he quickly returned to the side of the bed I lay in.

My thighs still hurt quite a bit from the spanking and my muscles still seemed to consist mostly of rubber. Spreading my legs was possible, but I found that raising my rump a task that was a little beyond me.

I stopped when he asked, "Still too weak?" My master went on before I could answer, "I want to do something, but for that I need unrestricted access to your sex." A shiver of excitement tinged with a little terror shook me and my heart sped up. "If we can't do it this way, then I'll sit you up at the edge of the bed and take things from there..."

It took me only a moment to realize where things might be heading to make up my mind. I really didn't want to have to put any weight on my burning rump anytime soon. I found a new reserve of strength and pulled my legs further forward. My labia parted with a wet smack and then I pushed my rump high into the air. I ground my teeth and did my best to ignore the pain that came with stretching the sensitized hide on my back.

"Stop, that's great. Don't move."

Suddenly I realized how exposed and humiliating my pose was and my muzzle began to burn in embarrassment. My face and breasts were pressed onto the bed and with my tail tied up I showed everything. My embarrassment increased exponentially when the bed moved as my master sat or knelt down directly behind me. And I realized that my ardor was increasing quickly alongside with my embarrassment. I wondered if I was turned on by the humiliation or by the though that my master wanted to do something unknown to or with my reproductive equipment. There were quite a few specific things that I wanted him to do with that part of my body, but I feared that the things he wanted to do weren't quite the same. Still, I couldn't quite suppress a grin, thinking that if I played along we would eventually meet in the middle. Or so to speak.

I shivered in delight when he blew air into me and exclaimed, "What a view!" I'm sure the grin I could hear in my master's voice threatened to split his face. "I think I can see your tonsils from here."

I blushed and the heat radiating from my center jumped by several notches. Suddenly I couldn't suppress a giggle, "No, you can't." I quickly added, "Master."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, Master. I had them removed when I was twelve."

"Oh. Whatever. The view is still great." He fell silent and returned to enjoy the view. My legs began to tremble a little; it was quite a strain to hold my position.

I inhaled sharply and a tiny squeak of terror escaped my lips when my master suddenly touched my tailhole a minute or two later. His finger circled my tailhole, first in one direction, then the other. His touch was like a feather, but I could feel the effects penetrate deep into me. My heart sped up a little more. Every now and then his finger strayed a little further away from my anus. A sharp stab of pain shot through me every time the finger left the small area in the center of my ass that had been (mostly) spared during the intense spanking I had been subjected to only minutes earlier.

The finger poked gently at my tailhole and my muscles tensed instinctively. My master commanded, "Relax, Jane." When I didn't comply quickly (it wasn't so much that I didn't want to obey, but it was really difficult to relax those muscles while straining to hold my position) he gave my rump a light swat that hurt immensely and said, "I'm going in there, we can do it the easy way or kicking and screaming. I don't particularly care which, but you may have a preference..."

I was quite sure that he was lying a little and that he preferred not to hurt me, but I was sure that he was quite willing to do if I didn't play along. I redoubled my efforts to relax my muscles and after a minute or so the tip of his finger suddenly popped into me. The feeling was kind of weird and a little humiliating but not unpleasant. It was not quite as exciting as having a finger poke into my sex, but in a way my tailhole was even more sensitive. Or maybe it was just that I wasn't used to this at all.

My master moved his finger around a bit and poked it a little further in as my muscles relaxed slowly. This wasn't unpleasant at all. "I think I can get used to that." I sighed in pleasure.

I was more disappointed than anything when my master removed his finger. A moment later I heard him sniff (presumably his finger) and he grunted, sounding a little displeased, and asked, "You didn't have an enema, did you?"

I inhaled sharply, unsure if this was just a question or if my master was displeased with the fact. Had Tammy forgot about that or had she deliberately set me up? Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I answered, "No, I didn't. I'm sorry, Master. I didn't know that I should have."

He let me hang for an unpleasantly long moment before he answered, "It's ok, I didn't say anything about the matter." I breathed a sigh of relief. "You do know that your masters do like to use your back entrance for their pleasure, do you?"

"Yes, Master. I know."

"Have you ever been taken that way?"

I wasn't quite sure if my inexperience had given me away or if there was something in the information on me Tammy has surely given my master. "No, Master." I answered.

"Interesting" He sounded pleased. "We'll definitely have to remedy that." A shiver of excitement tinged with more than a little humiliation ran through me. He laughed, "Star Trek and all that stuff."

"Ummm?"

"You know," The grin in his voice was unmistakable, "Boldly go where no man as gone before."

I couldn't help laughing at that, "And then you'll plant a flag on my ass?"

My master laughed, "In a manner of speaking." He paused for a long moment before he went on, "But back to what I was talking about before. A master who likes to use your rear entrance, and it's rare to find one who doesn't do it at least every now and then, usually prefers it if you are properly cleaned. And there is a very easy way to make sure you remember to clean yourself. Apart from a generic punishment like a whipping, of course."

He paused and seemed to wait for an answer from me, "Ummm, yes?"

"He simply takes you and then makes you clean his cock the traditional way."

It only took me a second or two to connect the dots, "Yuck!"

"Exactly. I have found that few slaves forget about cleaning themselves properly more than once. Even if an enema isn't the most pleasant experience in the world. Or so I have heard."

"Master?"

"Yes, Jane?"

"Will you make me... clean you afterwards?"

"Yes, definitely." I groaned. "I'm not sure yet if I'll make you use your tongue, though. It really depends if I'm pleased with your performance or not." I vowed silently to do everything in my power not to give my master any reason to punish me. And to remember to check with Tammy before any future assignment about my master's preferences in this matter. "There's always the possibility that you'll end up serving a master who will deliberately not want you clean..." I swallowed hard and stayed silent, unsure if or how I could answer that.

"Enough talk for now." My master's finger returned to my rear entrance. This time I was relaxed enough that he could enter me without any resistance. For a minute or three he continued to play with my tailhole, slowly expanding my entrance and pushing further and further in until his whole finger (I think it was his right index finger) fit comfortably. His ministrations aroused me quite a bit; it felt almost as if his finger was a hose pumping heat into me.

A shiver ran through me when my master suddenly touched my nether lips with his other hand. "You enjoy it when I play with your tailhole, don't you?"

I felt a bit embarrassed to have to admit that his playing with my tailhole turned me on, but not all that much. There certainly was no way I could deny it, as wet and hot my sex felt. "Yes, Master."

"Good." I felt a little stab of disappointment when he removed his finger, but it was short-lived. "Here comes a little present for you. But first I'll have to lube it up properly." With that he inserted a dildo or something like that into my sex and began pumping it in and out. It was on the smallish side for such an object but it still aroused me a lot. My breathing sped up and in moments I was moaning and squeaking in pleasure.

When he removed the object after a minute or so I hissed in displeasure. By now I was quite turned on even if I wasn't really close to coming. A moment later the tip touched my tailhole. My master slipped the dildo into me slowly. It was well lubricated with my juices and my muscles were so relaxed that he had to exert hardly any force. The action was accompanied by a long drawn out moan of pleasure coming from deep inside my chest. With what felt almost like a 'click' it settled into place. As far as I could tell, it was wide in the middle and then suddenly tapered towards the outer end. My rectal muscles closed around the narrow part. There was no way I would be able to get the dildo out without using my paws. Not that I really wanted to, the intruder filled me rather pleasantly.

"Turn your paws palm up and move them apart as far as you can."

"Yes, Master." I complied as quickly as I could. I couldn't move my paws very far, the short chain connecting them to the belt went taut after only a few centimeters. I hoped that my master would finish up soon, my thighs were trembling with the strain of holding my uncomfortable position, and I wasn't sure how long I would be able to keep this up.

My master seemed pleased with my efforts; at least he didn't complain. He snapped a cuff around the base of my tail. I hissed and shivered uncontrollably because a knob on the cuff pressed against the very sensitive spot at the base of my tail. It didn't hurt, but every tiny movement sent shivers of excitement up and down my spine and sometimes caused my muscles to spasm a little.

A few moments the pressure in my ass shifted when my master connected a thin strap from the dildo lodged in my tailhole to the cuff. A few moments later I felt another strap being connected from the cuff to the belt. The straps were pulled tight, the dildo in my rear seemed to get bigger as it moved a little inside me and the pressure shifted. I squeaked in surprise and excitement when my master tugged at the belt, exciting both the sensitive spot at the base of my tail and my rear entrance at the same time. He chuckled, obviously pleased by my reaction.

More tugs followed as my master did something at my rear end. It was difficult to tell (and that every little movement of the recently added items was very arousing and distracting didn't help any) but it felt as if he was attaching something. When he was finished and released the item, I felt a gentle pressure right above my tailhole and against my tail. My best bet was that he had attached a quite sizeable vibrator. He chuckled and mused, "Now that looks weird. Interesting but weird."

I would have liked to find out what the object was but I didn't dare to move my paws to find out. The item would be in easy reach, but for now I had to suppress my curiosity.

"Face right." I obeyed quickly and a moment later he leaned forward. My body shifted a little when his left hand compressed the mattress just left of my breasts. He was leaning over me but he didn't touch me. He bent down so low that I could feel his breath on the fur around my ears.

"Smell." I inhaled. A familiar if somewhat disgusting smell filled my nose; he was holding the finger that had explored my ass right in front of my nostrils. I wasn't totally grossed out yet; I mean everybody knows what it smells like when you use a toilet. On the other paw, if he expected me to taste it as well... My stomach lurched a little and I squeezed my lips together.

A moment later he did just that, the offending digit touched my lips and he commanded, "Open."

I made a gagging noise and couldn't bring myself to open my muzzle. Keeping down my breakfast took almost all my concentration.

I felt my master lean closer until his mouth was right next to my ear. "Listen carefully, Jane. I know that this is new for you and I'll give you every benefit of doubt." His voice was cold and hard, there could be no doubt that he meant every word. "You have a very simple choice, you can either give me the signal if you can't do this or you can obey me. Either right now or after a suitable punishment. Your ass is still rather sensitive, isn't it?" I shivered at that. He obviously didn't expect an answer as he went right on speaking, "I noticed that you enjoy that toy I put in your cute ass hole a lot," I blushed at that, "but it's gonna come out sooner or later and then it will need cleaning." Another strangled gagging noise escaped my throat. "I had originally planned to just drop it into the washbasin and let the cleaning lady deal with it. But I can change my mind about that quickly, especially if I think you need more practice with that part of your duties. So?"

He stopped, clearly waiting for an answer of some kind. And I didn't think that I had much time to think about this. As disgusting as it was, there was only one sane course of action open for me. I squeezed my eyes shut in disgust and forced my lips apart.

There was no reaction from my master. After a very long moment (I sincerely hoped that it wasn't actually as long as it felt for me), I pushed my muzzle forward and took the stinking finger into my muzzle, fighting waves of disgust and humiliation. While the taste wasn't quite as horrible as I had imagined it to be, that wasn't saying much. I didn't believe that I could ever come to enjoy this. Still, now that I had bit the bullet (so to speak) I decided to get it over with as quickly as possible. I suckled hard, trying to generate as much spit as possible. Somehow I managed to keep my breakfast inside. After a minute or so my master pulled the finger out of my mouth and sniffed it. I breathed a sigh of relief when he sat up, apparently satisfied.

I almost lost it when he leaned down again, but then I was very pleasantly surprised when the drinking straw touched my lips a moment later. He only allowed me one swig, but that was enough to wash most of the foul taste out of my muzzle. My "Thank you, Master." came from the bottom of my heart.

"Jane, can you hold that position for a bit longer?" The trembling in my straining thighs was very obvious by now.

"Yes, Master." My master's concern pleased me. It was getting really difficult, even painful, to keep from dropping on the bed but I was determined to keep it (and my rump) up as long as my master wanted.

"Good. This shouldn't take more than a minute and then you can rest for a bit." A moment later I inhaled sharply when one of his fingers invaded my sex. He rubbed the inside of my slit and then entered my vagina. I moaned in pleasure and my inside seemed to explode with heat. It was getting more and more difficult to concentrate, even to think about anything. I really wanted to get lost in the feelings.

I groaned when he removed his finger, leaving my frustratingly empty. My master snorted, obviously pleased and commented, "I don't think I'm going to need any lube for this." I felt so wet he could probably have parked a truck in my cunt without using any extra lube.

He let me calm down for a bit and reminded me severely not to come without permission. I ground my teeth in frustration. Then I felt another toy at my entrance. The small but well ribbed (or even studded) vibrator slid into my tunnel without any resistance. Actually my vaginal muscles were rippling to pull the welcome object into me. I almost lost it when a knob touched my clit and a rubber loop encircled it and was pulled tight. I was so close to cumming it felt like hanging over a cliff with only a single finger gripping the rim. I have no idea how I managed to pull myself back and keep my position, but somehow I did.

My master let me get a little better grip on my emotions. "You like that?" I was panting and groaning in frustrated desire, I didn't trust myself to answer the question with anything but a loud moan.

I didn't think that he could increase the intensity of the assault on my senses any (without turning on the toys in my openings or playing with them) but he did. He connected the toys with yet another thin strap causing the pressure inside me to shift in a very exciting way. Again I had to fight for control of my body. Biting my tongue might have helped, but in retrospect I was glad that I hadn't tried that, I would likely have bitten it right through.

My master gave me short rest to cool down my ardor a little; not that it helped much, by now the toys were pushing almost all my buttons and the trembling of my muscles made up for the fact that neither of the toys vibrated (yet).

He got up, turned around and knelt down over my torso, facing backwards. I could smell his male excitement, but only faintly, as best as I could tell he was wearing pants. The faint familiarity of his scent teased my brain but I still couldn't separate his scent from the cologne enough to determine if I knew him.

He commanded, "Turn your paws palm down and grab your fur. Keep them apart as much as possible." I did as instructed. He put his arms around my waist and took up my weight. I sighed in pleasure at finally being able to relax my straining muscles. "Stretch your legs." I did as instructed and involuntarily arched my back; even that small movement was enough to jiggle the toys inside me and send waves of hot excitement up and down my spine and filled my center.

When I was resting comfortably, he got up and then sat down at the edge of the bed. I turned my head to face him. "Relax now, Jane. We'll continue in a few minutes." He put a hand on my head and began to scratch my fur gently. I sighed in pleasure.

We didn't move or speak for a while; my best guess would be that it was 5 minutes. My heartbeat and breathing slowed. My muscles relaxed. The burning fire in my rump had died down and been replaced by a hot but pleasant glow. Kind of like how you'd feel in a sauna. But I knew well that it wouldn't take much more than a touch to bring the painful burning back. The fire in my sex cooled, but it didn't go out completely; the coals were still glowing (so to speak) when my master finally removed his hand from my head and stood up to get ready for our next activity.

He walked a few meters away, and then I heard him push an office chair around. Then he walked to a corner of the room (or so I assumed, I didn't know how big the room we were in was, but it felt like a big office) and pushed a different chair close to the where I had heard the other one. Then he returned to stand beside the bed. I felt his eyes on my backside and then he suddenly pulled on the leash attached to my collar and commanded, "Get up."

I obeyed as quickly as I could. I rolled on my side and pulled up one leg. I squeaked in surprise/pleasure/pain, the movements made the toys do crazy things to the hypersensitive skin of my lower openings. Getting up was difficult, the constant stimulation made it difficult to concentrate and my balance was severely compromised by being blindfolded. That I couldn't use my hands was probably the smallest problem. I managed it and my master put a hand on my shoulder to steady me.

"Are you ok, Jane?"

"Yes, Master." I couldn't help adding, "I'm horny as hell."

He laughed (pleasantly amused) and ruffled the fur on my muzzle, "Don't worry; I'll let you come soon... But only if you're a good girl, of course."

"Thank you, Master. I'll be good."

"Good." His voice turned dead serious as he went on, "We'll do a scene now. Until I give you explicit permission to speak I don't want to hear a single word come out of that muzzle of yours, understood?"

I nodded.

"See that dresser to my left?" I turned my head, but of course I couldn't see anything through the blindfold. "This is where I keep my collection of whips and paddles and canes. I normally reserve those for slaves who have more experience, but..." He let the sentence peter out, but there was no way I could mistake his meaning. A shiver of fear ran down my spine, I turned my head back to my master and nodded to indicate that I had understood.

"Good. I want you to do exactly what I tell you, nothing less, nothing more." Again I nodded.

"Hold still, I have two more presents for you." He raised his hands and cupped my breasts and then he began to play with them, ruffling the fur, gently squeezing my nipples. I moaned in pleasure. He played with me for a few minutes, and then he leaned down and brought his lips to my right nipple. He kissed it, licked it and bit it gently. Very soon I was panting and squeaking in pleasure and my nipples felt hard as pebbles. I almost cried out in disappointment when he suddenly stopped and removed his hands and lips.

A moment later I barely stifled a howl of pain when my right nipple was suddenly squeezed in the painful grip of a sharp metal clamp. Slowly the sharp pain softened and I got used to the pressure. It remained intensely unpleasant but bearable. My master suddenly flicked a finger at the bottom of my right breast and a weight swung back and forth across my breast, connected to the clamp with a short chain. The pain didn't lessen, but slowly the sensations began to turn me on.

My master turned his attention to my left breast and repeated the procedure. I was honestly not sure if it was easier or harder for me, the element of surprise was missing, but at the same time I was filled with a fearful anticipating of the intense pain.

My master played with the weights for a minute or two. My opinion about the nipple clamps improved somewhat. I didn't like the pain at all, but the gentle tugging as the weights swung turned me on, there was no doubt about that.

"Follow me." My master grabbed the leash and tugged gently.

I followed obediently and inhaled sharply with the first step. Each step was a delicious torture. The toys in me pulled this way and that, stimulating my already glowing nerves with every step. "Holy damn! Please stop soon, I don't think I can walk more than 10 meters without cumming!" Luckily we didn't have to go far, but if I hadn't been forbidden to climax, I would most likely have managed it with just a tiny little extra stimulation.

We made a sharp right turn and stopped after another meter or so. My master asked, "Ready, slave?" I nodded.

"Give me the emergency signal." It took me a few seconds to remember the rings around my fingers and how to arrange them. A buzzer sounded right behind me. "Good." Thinking wasn't particularly easy as aroused as I was, but I couldn't help wondering why my master had me repeat the test; was the device unreliable or did he just want to remind me of the option to stop?

"I have some work to do and you can keep yourself busy by showing me what your tongue can do. You do know how to give head, do you?"

I nodded, and then I decided to show some (only partially feigned) enthusiasm and licked my lips.

He sounded pleased, "Great! Here's how we do this, you'll crawl under my desk. I have a special chair here you can rest your chest on and keep your head at the right height while keeping your lovely ass high in the air. Lying with your torso parallel to the floor will also make it easier to get my whole length into your mouth." He paused for a second, "With your muzzle you shouldn't have too much problem, anyway."

When he paused, I nodded to signal that I understood and he went on, "I want this to last a while, so I'll give you signals to increase your efforts or to slow down."

Suddenly the vibrator in my sex buzzed sharply and I squeaked in surprise. "This signal means I want you to speed up, understood?" I nodded.

The vibrator buzzed again, but this time much softer and with a lower frequency. "This means I want you to slow down." I nodded again.

"I want you to come right after I do, so make sure to be ready, if it takes you too long, then I'll buzz you and you'll lose this chance to get off. I won't be pleased if that happens." I nodded again.

"I know that you enjoy sucking me off, but I don't expect you to be able to come just from that. It's a very rare woman who does. I've given you a little helper. I'm sure you've been wondering what I attached to your harness." I nodded. "Well, it's time to find out. Do so."

I felt him step closer and to my left side, probably to be able to watch what I would be doing behind my back.

I relaxed my fingers from my fur, turned my paws around and extended the fingers to feel for said object. Unsurprisingly it was tube-shaped. A vibrator of some kind, I had expected something of the sort. What surprised me was that it was warm, just about body temperature, and throbbed gently with a simulated heartbeat. I realized that I had been feeling the beat for the last minutes without it registering on my conscious mind. A little further investigation revealed it to be a surprisingly life-like manhood, complete with balls, skin and hair. Veins, even. The tip was even crowned by a drop of fluid that felt just like real precum. If the dildo had been attached to a body I doubt that I would have been able to from the real thing using just my paws. I doubted that it tasted or smelled real enough to fool my senses. As it was any possible scent was completely overwhelmed by my own.

When I stopped exploring the object and turned my head towards my master, he asked, "Know what it is?" I nodded.

"Do you know what to do with it?" It didn't take me more than a few seconds to figure it out. I took the fake manhood between my paws and began to masturbate it gently. Since it was closely connected to the toys in my ass and cunt, every movement shifted the pressure and excited me. It wouldn't take much effort to masturbate myself to a climax with this setup.

My master patted my head and exclaimed, "Clever girl!" The praise felt good and humiliating at the same time; I mean how much brain capacity did it take to figure that one out?

"Ohhh! That feels good. Don't stop doing that, girl!"

"What?!?" I blinked in surprise. "He couldn't feel me masturbating that fake penis, couldn't he?" I thought about the possibility for a few seconds and decided that it wouldn't be difficult to have sensors in the toy that reported to a display somewhere? Then I remembered something I had seen in the bondage catalog, a pair of vibrators with sensors that were linked so the sensors of one controlled the vibrations of the other. What if he wore the second one of such a pair? Shoved up his ass? I almost giggled aloud at the thought.

My master stepped right in front of me and put his hands on my arms, just below the shoulder. He commanded, "Move." and then gently turned me left and then made me take a few short steps backward. "Kneel but stay upright." He helped me, supporting most of my wight until I rested on my knees. He released me and stepped back. A moment later I heard him push one of the office chairs in front of me. I quickly found out that the contraption wasn't quite like any regular office chair, but the wheels sounded just the same.

He put his hands back on my arms and commended, "Don't move your thighs; just lean forward with your upper body." I did as instructed, trusting my master to support my weight. A moment later my upper body came to rest on what felt more like a harness than anything else. Actually it was probably a roughly rectangular sheet of leather supported to the left and right of my body by a sturdy frame with two circular holes for my breasts. The weights attached to the nipple clamps now hung freely and pulled my breasts down. My now the pain had almost disappeared from my nipples, the swaying of the weights turned me on.

My master crouched down and reached under the support to make sure I was properly settled. And also to play with my tits a little. I didn't mind at all, his fingers squeezed firmly, just hard enough to cause more pleasure than pain. When he was satisfied, he stood up again. Then he buckled two leather straps tightly across my back (but under my arms) locking me in place.

"Move back as far as you can." My master pushed the frame backwards slowly and I obediently shuffled back on my knees. I didn't have to go far but again every movement was turned into a delicate torture by the toys inside me. After perhaps a meter or so, it felt about the right depth for a big desk, my heels clicked against wood.

"Stop! Now spread your legs until your shoes touch the sides." When my feet finally touched the sides, my legs were spread quite wide. I would show just about everything, but thankfully I was under the desk. I couldn't see anything, but some sixth sense left over from my progenitor species told me that I was indeed in an enclosed space.

There was a light crunching noise from the bottom of the frame, which I assumed meant that my master had locked down the wheels. A moment later there was a clicking noise. "I have unlocked the springs in the chair so you can move yourself forward and backward a bit." I pushed and my body moved forward a little. Almost like using a swing, but I could only move a few centimeters in each direction.

"Good girl." My master ruffled my headfur affectionately. Then he sat down on his chair and wheeled it right closer until he sat almost in front of me. Then he seemed to suddenly forget about me, I heard him tap a keyboard every now and then.

The delay started to get to me. I was getting more and more horny by the minute. I couldn't stop my paws from playing with fake penis; I didn't try to control them very hard, after all my master had commanded me not to stop with that. Every movement of my paws was transferred directly to the dildos in my sensitive orifices. That felt so good I couldn't stop gyrating my hips a little, which only increased the excitation.

I had no good idea how long I was with my master already, maybe half an hour, maybe an hour, and right from the beginning he had stimulated and aroused me almost without pause. I really craved release; I don't think I have ever before felt that desperate. I rejected the idea of bringing myself off without permission quickly, my master had been very clear on that and even if I could possibly escape the severe punishment by safe-wording, I simply couldn't bear the thought of facing Tammy after pulling a stunt like that. And, well, my master had set me a challenge and I was determined not to fail him.

End of Episode 23