"You're late!"
The words spit out at me from the open doorway. Dana's hands rising up to rest on her hips as she glares at me. I try not to look but the movement draws my attention to the item clutched in her left hand.
"We expected you much, much earlier."
I nod but respectfully do not say a word, keeping my eyes downward where I can again sneak a glance at the long tail that hangs along her left leg. My response appears to appease her and she takes a step back. This allows room for me and I enter brushing against her robe covered body as I do.
The door slams shut behind me, accompanied by the thud of the held object dropping to the floor, and I turn to face Dana. Lifting my eyes just in time to see the last of the arc, as her hand slaps across my face. The force staggers me and I find myself looking at the floor before her hand jerks my head back up by the hair.
"What makes you think YOU can rearrange schedules without permission?!?"
Her hand twists my hair tighter and holds me in place as she slaps me again and again. My left cheek soon hot and burning, tears forming with the suddenness of her assault. Apparently satisfied, she holds me face with both hands and stares into my eyes.
Dropping them, but not her eyes on mine, she speaks. "Well?"
"I... I'm... sorry. It was unexpected and I..."
My excuse cut off first by the blaze that ignites in her eyes then by the slap that sends me sideways and to the floor.
"You fuckin' bitch!"
My hair almost ripped out by the roots with the force she employs to bring me back to my feet. My return to a standing position short lived as she swings me by the hair at the door. I hit it with a loud bang and bounce backwards onto my ass.
Dana's hands again on her hips as she paces before me, her heels rapping on the hardwood as she leers at me. Weighting her options, she is motionless before me. I'm on my hands and knees, breathing deeply to ease some of the pain while a tear down my cheek fleetingly soothes a very small section of my cheek.
Both of us silent now. From an unseen room the sound of a whip whistles in the air, finds its mark and followed by a low moan that sends a chill through me. Dana hears it too and see's my reaction. A reaction repeated each time with each muted whistle and moan.
Her foot kicks the long tail at me and it rolls by my knee.
"Well...?"
I pick it up and slowly rise to my feet. I set it on the stand by the door and begin to undress, noticing for the first time the other pile of clothes beside the door. To this pile, I add my own until I am nude before Dana.
I stand with downcast eyes as she examines me, knowing that my nipples leave no doubt over my excitement as I see the hunger in her eyes. In this moment, I realize that the sounds from the other room have ceased. Straining to listen for any activity, Dana takes my chin in her fingers so that we are eye to eye.
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
Without moving my head, I reach and find the end of the tail. I lift it from the table and the long strands of dark hair dance along my leg. Raising it up and now holding it with both hands.
"Its already been lubed. Once." A small smile twisting the corners of Dana's lips. "But you may want to wet it a bit more first."
I bring the small end of the plug to my lips and I lick at it. Tasting the remains of the lube with the dark bitter flavor of ass. My mouth opens and I take more of it, wetting it as best I can.
"You better prepare yourself as well but don't be long."
And with that, she turns and goes down the hall. I can't help myself and I look over her ass and legs as she strides out of sight. With a last glance my way before she enters the far room, "Don't make us wait...again."
My hand is quickly at my pussy, rubbing and fingering, drawing out my wetness. Wetness I coat my fingers with and then use on the plug along with my spittle. I spit several times on it as I massage between my legs. With my fingers wet again, I reach my hand back behind me and spread my slickness over my asshole.
A finger explores briefly, then I bring the plug back and replace my finger with it. The blunt end at my ass, I rotate it as I push my hips back and pull it forward. Gasping as I fight it inside me, my spit and juice helping but not much.
Relaxing as best I can but its not enough and I feel as if I'm about to tear open at its intrusion. However, the knowledge of what awaits me drives me on and I don't relent in my efforts. I double over as it stretches me, the ever widening triangle surrounded by the white-hot ring burning around it.
Each beat of my heart is like a pounding on an empty barrel. The booming of it reminding me that you are waiting and I dare not keep you any longer than absolutely necessary. With that fear growing, I push and finally feel my ring gratefully closing and locking on the small circle before the base of the tail.
I stand erect, shaking and sweating with the effort required to ready myself for you. My feet making no sound as I retrace Dana's steps down the hall. The tail swinging behind me, softly caressing each leg in turn.
The room is the house's master bedroom, expansive so that the large four-poster bed seems tiny amid it. Dana is standing in the doorway that leads into the room's bath. She takes no notice of me and I patter my way towards her, my toes sinking into the thick plush of the carpeting.
The room smells of sex and my excitement notches up another level as it fills my senses. I see the rope hanging from one bedpost, along with the whip tossed on the bed near it. A nightstand is littered with several dildos and other toys, some of which look to have been used recently.
Dana spies me and beckons me. Standing beside her, I join her in watching the two occupants of the bathroom.
Steam rises from the tub partially obscuring my vision as it circles about the room. But I recognize Judy, my mistress, along with a new plaything. The curtain drawn back, she is facing away from me and the wicked red rivers decorating her ass cheeks are clear for me to see. Standing with Judy seated on the edge of the tub, Judy's movements quick but careful as she shaves her.
Judy's eyes dart to me, the arrows of her unhappiness finding their mark just as Dana's hand jerks my head backwards and out of the room. In the middle of the open floor, Dana spins me to confirm the proper placement of the tail and checks its security with a tug.
Facing her again, Dana grips both nipples with her fingers and pulls. And pulls. And pulls.
