Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
I bit my lip.
“I didn’t know it, uh, changed colors.”
Sir frowned.
“Does it not with human males?”
“No.” I shook my head. “It’s pretty much always just white with human guys.”
“How boring,” Sir remarked. “And imprecise. But let’s get back to your training, little one,” he added. “Hold your thighs open wide for this new expander.”
As he spoke, he slid the biggest expander yet inside me. I could feel my inner walls stretching to take it all as he thrust it deep in my open, unprotected cunt.
“Are…are we going to practice that too? Having you inside me, Sir?” I asked him, struggling to hold still as he filled me. “Fucking me and…and filling me with your cream?”
“Not yet, little one,” he murmured, fucking gently in and out of me with the thick expander. “You’re doing better, but you’re still not ready to have my shaft filling you to the root.”
“I might be,” I protested.
“No.” Sir shook his head. “You’ve come a long way, though. Remember when I first bought you from the Commercians? Your little pussy was so tight you could barely take my finger inside you. And now, I’m fucking you with something almost as big as my cock and you’re taking it easily.”
He thrust a little harder, making me bite back a moan as I tried to maintain “Proper Pet Position.” But I didn’t say a word as he continued to fuck me.
“Good girl,” Sir said approvingly. “Look at you take it so deep in your pussy without even moving! Keep those thighs spread wide for me—pretend I’m the judge, testing how much you can take.”
“Yes, Sir,” I gasped, holding position. “Fuck me deep—I can take it.”
“I know you can,” he murmured, thrusting the expander deep inside me. “And very soon, you’ll be able to take my cock, little one. But not quite yet…”
And so our training continued. In addition to the expanders, Sir also made me wear a tail—a slim wand with a small bump in the middle to keep it in place that slid deep into my anus. From its end sprouted a long, silky tail of pure white fibers.
Sir informed me that the color of the fibers described the state of the pet. In this case, they meant I was innocent and had been with only one Master—and also that I was off-limits to any other male. The tail protected me, he explained—I could not be fucked or bred by anyone except Sir on pain of death. Which was, of course, fitting for the Sex Pet of the Overlord.
At first I didn’t like the tail—it felt odd to have something in my “back door.” But Sir made me practice prancing around on my hands and knees while the long, silky fibers tickled the backs of my thighs until I got used to it. Soon I could stay in “Pet Position” on my hands and knees and hold still with the tail in place, no matter what he did to me or how he teased my naked body.
And so my training progressed. Sir praised me and called me a “good girl” and a “good pet” and “my sweet darling,” when I was good. When I was naughty, I got a smack on the bottom that made me yelp and left a red handprint on my ass cheeks. I have to admit, I loved all of it. Part of me felt like I ought to be ashamed that I was submitting so easily to my alien Master, but another part felt like I had somehow come home.
Don certainly never would have thought to “train” me this way—and to be honest, I wouldn’t have let him. I hadn’t respected my fiancé very much, I admitted to myself. He wasn’t very masterful or very interesting—he wasn’t anything like Sir. And yet, I still yearned to go home to my family. So even though I felt closer and closer to my Master, I still never thought in terms of staying with him forever.
After Sex Pet training, which sometimes went on for hours, Sir and I had our last meal of the day—nutritional gel cubes of course--and then spent the evening hours on the couch, watching one of his many vids on the entertainment wall. Though I still couldn’t do the interactive ones, the vids were invaluable in teaching me about his culture and people and the many different classes and castes of Korrigon society.
But of course, we didn’t just watch movies. Sir would spread a towel for me on the couch and I would lay on my side sucking his cock while his candalla filled me and helped my pussy expand. It came in me often too, though Sir was careful to keep an eye on it and never let it fill me with the golden-sheened breeding cream, which he said would cause me to need to be bred. If unattended, he said his candalla would certainly fill my pussy with the volatile stuff that would make me go nearly crazy, needing his cock inside me before I was ready to take it.