Chapter 4: Minutes Before
"Alright, big boy, put your forehead on the ground and stick your ass in the air," my Mistress demanded and I moved to comply. "Get that ass in the air now," she shouted, sending me up onto one knee cap in an effort to please. She must have enjoyed my show because she left me straining in that position for quite awhile before she reached down and untied the ribbon. My Mistress is calculated with her caresses, providing me excitement without fulfillment. I continued offering my behind while she put the silk aside and reached for the tale's plug.
As my Mistress turned the plug back and forth, I continued with my immolation, attempting to look back at her. The new collar's width made looking down all but impossible, and I realized the intent. In response I forced my posture to become a plea most profound and vulgar, till it tickled my Mistress into yanking the ball free with a 'pop'. I sighed with relief to the release, but stayed as I was because my behind was hers, and so was the chute as well as the balls... so I kept them as they were. "Yes, don't move a muscle or else," she yelled. Whenever my Mistress removes my plug she washes and greases it. She is very concerned about the way my tail fits because it influences the way I carry it, and thus the way I carry myself. Her ultimate goal is for me to adopt a 'natural' puppy-look. Yes, the tail is a point of real pride for my Mistress, and I've learned to bring her happiness with it, and respect to myself through her. I'd heard her walk away and now return. "First we'll rid you of these, though they look so damn pretty on you" I heard my Mistress say. Her hands took the silk waistband and pulled them down to my knees. She used her fingers and thumb to work my balls through the hole, allowing my cock to breathe a sigh of relief. She then worked the material down my body. My Mistress pulled and rolled the panties as I wiggled and twisted, and I lifted each cap as needed. My boner sighed in a great globule of thick juice that swung free and landed as a mass on the floor beneath him.
"Now, hold still while I insert your tail again, fluffy," she demanded. I steadied myself and winced as I was fit with the plug. It seemed bigger than before, thicker than ever, and I struggled to adapt quickly. I couldn't of course, it wasn't getting any easier... well maybe a little, but I had little choice, and besides, adaptation takes surrender. I had little to look forward to anyway, as my Mistress promised the plugs would soon be bigger and longer. Next came the wide silk ribbon and a bit of fussing until she stood somewhat satisfied. I say that because my Mistress is never satisfied with me, and why should she be. Satisfaction is something to strive after, it is not the goal. She can never push me low enough, debase me enough, or humiliate me enough and I, can never do anything fast enough, well enough, or to her satisfaction. Her voice startled me.
"Up," my Mistress commanded and I rose. She commenced fussing with the tail with the aid of a hair brush. She also checked and corrected the wires curve. I stayed steady, becoming straighter by the moment. The wire must have been at least three to four feet long and was a lot to carry, forcing me to move my ass in some compliance to its demands. I was required to reach the tails tip to the tip of my nose before my Mistress was happy enough. She then finished and stood.
"Heel," she commanded and I crawled carefully around to her left side. My hard-on was throbbing and drooling from an excitement denied. Soon it would spend two weeks kept on the brink of an orgasm while denied the smallest squirt. My Mistress has promised that after two weeks I will do anything in the world to have an orgasm, and will. She's promised I will be doing things more disgusting then anything that's been done to date. She's promised me things that keep my balls taut and swollen with molten passion, unimaginable desires awaiting release. I knew I could just get up and leave, go home to jag-off the rest of my life, but no, I realized further I really couldn't; wanted to but couldn't.
Instead, I stood with pride, getting into what it was my Mistress me to be. I was truly a pervert, and found it all exciting, hoping my Mistress would take me to a point from which I couldn't return. A point to which doubts cease to exist though not because they shouldn't.
"Come on fluffy, show me some pride," my Mistress commanded and I made some useless adjustments meant to play out the pretense. It was serious pretense and to ignore it meant serious punishment. "Good boy!" The collar forced me to keep my head in the air and it was somewhat uncomfortable, but a good show piece. My cock kept my head in a cloud which kept everything extremely erotic, and yet cozy. Ah, the life of a submissive.
"Here," my Mistress said and I opened my mouth with the approach of her hand. I watched with a sense of mortification as she pushed the wadded panties into my mouth, and I accepted them with relish.
"Chew on these awhile," she said looking down at me. I closed my lips around them, nodded in understanding and under her watchful eye, began chewing. They were cold and slimy, thick like paste, gummy bear-like. I gagged and wretched a bit, but sudden stern looks from my Mistress helped somewhat; not with the retching, but my chewing and swallowing. My eyes became swollen and tear laden, and like my face, red from the strain of gagging, but I continued.
