I attributed the dreams to the way Sir had teased me unmercifully the night before, staring with washing me in the tub as usual and then bringing me to bed with him. He lay beside me, turned on his side and pillowed my head on his muscular arm. Then he stroked me all over with his big, warm hand. He even leaned down and sucked my nipples, drawing them deep into his hot mouth and circling my aching points with his tongue.
He kept this up for what seemed like hours while down below, he was stroking my bare pussy and teasing my clit, while never letting me come.
Sir claimed that this below the belt massage was to keep the delicate skin of my pussy mound moisturized, now that he had removed all my “fur.” And, indeed, he started by rubbing a soothing pale pink cream into my mound. But soon enough his long fingers found their way into my slippery folds while he sucked and nipped at my nipples.
He seemed to have an absolute evil genius for knowing just when I was about to come. Because every time I was right on the edge, he would pull his fingers away and wait for me to cool down before beginning again.
“Sir, please!” I had begged, shifting restlessly on the bed after the fourth or fifth time he did this. “Please, Ineedto come.”
“I’m sorry, little one,” he’ said gravely, after letting my aching nipple slip from between his lips. “But I’m afraid you haven’t earned an orgasm yet.”
“What do I have to do to earn one?” I demanded desperately.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he had murmured mysteriously.
And then he had rolled over and gone to sleep, leaving me throbbing with unfulfilled sexual need!
Of course, I had tried to take care of myself, but Sir had heard my stealthy movements and rolled over to glare at me in the dim blue gloom of his bedroom.
“Little one,” he’d said sternly. “If I catch you touching your soft little pussy or trying to have an orgasm before I allow it, I’m afraid I’ll have to give you a very stiff punishment.”
“Oh…allright,”I had muttered sulkily. “But you’d better give me a chance to ‘earn’ an orgasm soon—I’m going crazy over here!”
“I know you are,” Sir murmured, the left side of his sensual mouth quirking up in that maddening half-smile of his. “And I promise you’ll get a chance to start soon.”
And with that, we had gone to sleep—which in my case had been filled with spicy but unfulfilled dreams.
And now, after another breakfast of the bland nutritional gel cubes—which I was beginning to detest—he was holding out two strange looking metal objects to me that I didn’t like the look of one bit.
“You must wear them,” he said again. “Your soft little pussy and ass must be opened and expanded for when I finally take you.”
“But—” I began.
“Let me show you why these are necessary.”
Sir scooped me up and took me to the living area. He sat down on the couch, putting me beside him. Then he unfastened his trousers and pulled out the most enormous cock I had ever seen.
I had only caught glimpses of it up until now and the size of it, now that I was confronted with his massive equipment, took my breath away. It was the same dusky gray with an under-tint of purple, as the rest of his skin, only the purple was more pronounced here, shading quite dark around his heavy balls.
The balls themselves were studded all over with short, stiff hairs which Sir called “pleasure spines.” He explained that if he was taking me from behind, the spines would “sting” me when he drove into me and his balls slapped against my open pussy. This would cause intense pleasure every time they connected with my sensitive inner folds and clit.
But this wasn’t the only place he differed from a human man—his cock wasn’t shaped like a regular human one, either. Instead of being smooth, its shaft had raised ridges all around it, which Sir explained were for a female’s “internal stimulation,” which I assumed meant they were supposed to rub my G-spot. It also had a thick bulge in the middle, which I thought might be quite difficult to take.
The head of his cock was broad and flaring but it had a pointed crown. The point wasn’t rigid though—it gave when I tentatively touched it, as Sir invited me to do. He explained that it was especially for breeding. Much like the tip of his tail, it would find the mouth of my womb in order to shoot his seed directly into me.
Not that his would happen, though. Sir promised he could come in me without breeding me and making me pregnant, which he planned to do when he “sealed our bond.” But of course, before any of that could happen, I had to be open enough to take his monster of a cock inside me in the first place.
“And that’s where these come in,” Sir added, holding out the shiny silver metal things again. “They are expanders that will help you open up, little one.”
I bit my lip.
“But…I’m just not used to wearing anything inside me. And why do I have to have one in the back, too?”
“When I seal our bond, it’s very likely that mycandallawill be taking your rear entrance as I fill your pussy with my cock,” he explained. “You must be ready to accept me in both ways.” He sighed when he saw the uncertain look on my face. “Look, I know this is a lot to take in and that my male equipment may be frightening to you. Why don’t you take some time to familiarize yourself with my anatomy, as I have been familiarizing myself with yours?”
“You mean…you want me to touch you some more?” I asked, my hand hovering over the thick shaft which lay against his flat belly. I had only touched the tip of his cock with my fingertip, which barely counted.
Sir nodded.