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I checked my collar, yes it was secure. The sudden flush of pleasure as he slipped the robe from my shoulders. I stood before him naked and proud as he smiled at me. I murmured with pleasure as he took my leash. I dropped to all fours as he opened the door and crawled in behind him as the obedient pet I was .oh I so wished I could wag my new tail to show him how happy I was, I wiggled my bum for him, the best I knew how. We were in the Play Room now. I shuddered I never knew what was coming, pleasure or pain? Or both?
The room still scared me, still fascinated me. It definitely still excited me. In here I was Mona the Pet. I was only allowed to stand if ordered to, otherwise I was to be the obedient pet, on all fours and follow every command. I still had a fading red line over my buttocks when I had not reacted quickly enough. His crotch was eye level, I smiled again, he was always hard when he came in here, and there was no mistaking that bulge. A tug on the leash. I didn’t even think any more, my hands just automatically released him, and placing my hands behind my back I began to lick him. Licking his entire length, and also his balls. Another lesson I had to learn quickly, I had to make sure I was able to lick his balls too, many handprints on my bum taught me that.
Nine days of being his pet, seven days in the Play Room had transformed me. I had no limits now. I had experienced everything I had thought of as kinky, or at least I had thought I had. I was still learning. God was I still learning new things.
"Go." I crawled over to the little table and sat before it. I reached out, opened the lid on the laptop sitting there. I clicked on my personal icon, the screen appeared and I logged in. disappointment, none of my new "friends" were online, but I did have a few messages. I read them aloud; I knew he enjoyed me doing that. I checked my email next, the first time I used my new email was so humiliating but now I got a kick from signing in. it was such an apt name I thought as I signed in. monapetslut@yahoo.co.uk it said it all about my new life. I almost purred as I felt his hand stroke my hair. I turned, enjoying the view of him inches from my face.
A sudden "ding" my heart skipped a beat, someone was online. I quickly gave his cock a quick kiss. I was meant to instantly answer any one online, but I knew I would get away with that. It was MasterPaul6 not who I had wished for, but I still enjoyed his company online. "Hello Master Paul”. "Hello Mona. Let me see you". I adjusted the cam to focus on my boobs. I knew he liked them, and then switched on. On screen I saw a hand appear, I readied myself. So weird, the slight delay in watching my nipple being tugged and twisted and the intense pain/pleasure I was feeling. The sound of Master Paul’s voice through the speakers.”Hi john”. "Paul, nice speaking to you again". So weird. The two of them were having a normal conversation, but on screen I knew Paul was seeing the same as I was my Master playing with my boobs."Hold on a minute Paul"
a tug on my leash, I was turned around, the laptop moved so I could see my self, watching as he moved the cam. I saw myself from behind; it still came as a surprise every time I saw my tail. I was so used to it, I rarely even remembered I was wearing it. I wiggled, giggling to myself as I watched the tail shake. Hands on my hips, I let him guide me into a better position for the cam. A hand on my thigh next and I spread my legs wider, then a hand appearing on screen, lifting my tail. I looked every inch the slut I thought to myself. Tail high in the air and smooth pussy bared for my viewing public. The cam was not on private so anyone who knew my screen name could view. Was Master Paul my only viewer or did I have a wider audience.
Fingers’ spreading me, for the whole world to see, there was no hiding the fact that my body was enjoying this. “Your lucky day Paul, Mona here is having her new tail put in today, and you have the honour of watching my pet accept.” i blurted out a thankyou, to be rewarded by a stinging smack on my bum. Pauls voice laughing, "that might teach you." a gentle tug on the tail, I began watching the screen, no pain, I was used to it now but fascination as I saw myself stretch open as he pulled, a hint of pain, then nothing, just my bare bum on screen. I felt empty, it looked strange not having my tail. God I missed it. Suddenly I watched two fingers inside my empty bum hole pulling apart, and then leaving me. I watched, even Master Paul was quiet as we, watched my bum go from open wide, ever so slowly shrinking back to a closed state. Another stinging slap prepared me; the fingers reappeared, this time the KY was on them readying me. The coldness made me gasp, the relief as I wasn’t just an open holed old whore, but I still could feel him stretch me. He had spent hours reassuring me, after my tail was first put in, he was only preparing my bum hole muscles, not ruining me. A message on screen appeared. As commanded I reached down between my legs and held myself open for the viewers. I knew there was more than one now. I quickly checked. Four. I had four viewers watching me, but only Master Paul had the permissions to message me. Who? I thought
no time to think about it any more. On screen my new tail came into view, it didn’t look that much bigger, maybe it was the original? No the tail had silver streaks through it, it was definitely new. The reassuring pressure as he gently pushed against my bum hole. Another message, my fingers obeyed, opening myself wider. I was grinning to myself, I was getting my new tail, this was easy.oh how wrong i always seemed to be, it may not have been much bigger than the last but my body wasnt trained for it, the sudden pain as i was stretched further than ever before, struggling not to make a sound, but failing as it finally went full in, relief for a second, the realisig it was wider everywhere, i had assumed once it was in i would be used to the feeling. No .I felt over stretched.oh god why was I doing this. Master Paul’s request over the speakers made me wince.
The hand grabbed my hair, twisted me round, the other hand grabbing my chin. I was being held at an awkward height, I knew it was for the cams benefit. “Thanks John”. "My pleasure" the laughing reply. Master Paul was about to get his request fulfilled. The last week had taught me the real definition of "facefucked". I was about to show my audience how much I had learned. The touch of his cock on my lips, my reaction? Mouth opening wide.................
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