I studied my handiwork on Daniel. It was not bad. Black spots now randomly decorate his nude body. I took the last piece of the costume in and gestured him to turned around.
Daniel reluctantly offered me his ass. He was not exactly keen on the cow play or having his ass plugged with a real cow's tail, purchased for him by yours truly from a slaughterhouse downtown.
I whipped him with the cow's tail. His slowness was annoying me. Daniel has this problem. He does the punishments he like with great enthusiasm and purposely delays all sorts of play he is not comfortable with. The boy never pushes himself.
His concept of obedience still needs work. Obedience is not a measurement that runs on a scale of one to then. It is absolute. But he will learn that by the time he finish training. I am in no hurry. Right now, it gives me more reasons to punish him and what Domme would say no to that.
Daniel stuck out his arse toward me and worriedly looked at the cow tail in my hand. It was neatly made with a plastic plug that would reach deep into his asshole while the animal part dangle and move with Daniel's every move.
I bent over and studied his arse. it was cute and bubbly. One mole sits right atop his ass, almost a signpost that it needs to be poked and abused. I spread his cheeks and pressed into his perineum, located between the base of his cock and anus. Daniel moaned and I slapped his right cheek hard.
"From now on, you are a cow and what do cows do? They moo. Do you understand?" Daniel nodded. I grabbed his penis and pulled it downward. "Do you understand, COW?"
"Moooo." Daniel answered.
Lightly I scrapped my nails in circles around his sternum, closing in around his asshole with every round I make. Finally, I poked Daniels tight little pucker hole and he shook. Good, he was aware and aroused.
I slipped a finger into the lube jar and hooked in a generous amount. Spreading the lube directly over his asshole, I inserted a finger in by just an inch and pressed while sliding inward until I found the walnut-sized prize.
Hmm...
The magic of male pleasure, the P-spot. I pressed harder and Daniel mooed loudly.
Just like a real cow! I smirked.
I slid my finger forward and back, making sure to increase pressure around the P-spot. Daniel mooed with every stroke. It could be a minute or it could be sixty, because all I knew was that every moment of my hand was producing a sound that would put a real cow to shame.
I froze at once when I brushed over Daniel's p-spot and heard nothing. I looked up. Daniel's body was tense as a wire. His head was bowed down, so I switched to watch his face from the side.
His face spoke of horror and surprise as Daniel stared at his own cock, which was now leaking like someone had forgotten to turn the faucet off.