“Yes, Sir.” I hung my head submissively and held still as he slid his long fingers deep inside me again and finger-fucked me for several moments.
“That’s good, little one,” he murmured, watching me as I held the proper Pet Position and let him fuck me. “Very good indeed. I’mextremelyproud of you for opening your pussy and letting the judges test you.”
We practiced like this every day and I got better and better at holding the right position. It was poor pet performance to act out when the judges tested you, according to Sir. So I had to stay silent on my hands and knees with my thighs spread wide, not moving a muscle even when he finger-fucked me and tugged my nipples and rubbed my aching clit until I thought I would go crazy with the pleasure he was giving me.
I didn’t think my Master ever really intended to put me in a show, but making me practice as though I was going to be in one certainly made me hot. I had given up telling myself that being submissive didn’t turn me on. I had to be honest—submitting to Sir and letting him touch me however he liked made me hotter than hell and it seemed my pussy was always wet and slippery for him.
Sir took full advantage of this. He had synthesized a full set of expanders and while he didn’t make me wear them during the day, hedidsometimes test my pussy with them when I was in training. Just as when he put his fingers in me, I had to remain in position and silent while he plunged bigger and bigger expanders deep in my pussy, as though he was a judge testing to see how much I could take.
“The true test of a good Sex Pet is if she can take her Master’s shaft deep in her pussy,” he would lecture me. “Sometimes during judging, the judges require the Master to step forward and prove he can fit his entire cock deep inside her.”
“They…they do?” I looked up at him uncertainly. I could just imagine myself up on a stage with a silent judge watching as Sir knelt behind me and thrust his long, thick shaft deep in my open pussy.
“Oh yes.” Sir nodded. “Sometimes he is even required to fuck her and fill her with his cream to prove she can take him to the hilt and let him breed her if he wishes to.” He shrugged. “It’s all part of Sex Pet judging, which is a long and respected tradition on my home world.”
“But…does he ever actuallybreedher?” I asked uncertainly. “Or does he just fuck her?”
“It depends on the wishes of the judge,” Sir told me. “But yes, sometimes breeding is required, especially in large competitions when they come to the final judging. Then, when it comes down to only two or three contestants, is when actual breeding comes into play.”
“It…it does?” I asked.
Sir nodded.
“Oh, yes, little one. Whichever pet can best hold Perfect Pet Position while she takes her Master’s cock and cream as he breeds her will be judged the winner.”
“But how can the judges tell if the Master actually bred his pet or if he only fucked her?” I asked, frowning.
“Oh, by the color of the cream in her pussy when he finishes,” Sir told me. “If it’s silver—like my precum is for you, little one—that means the Master has only fucked his pet. But if the cum in her pussy has a golden sheen when he finishes in her, then the judges know he had actually bred her and planted his seed deep in her belly.” He shrugged. “Of course, a pet is very likely to get pregnant from such a show, which will put her out of the competitive Sex Pet circuit for some time. But many Masters consider breeding their pet worth the risk in order to win a large and prestigious show.”
I bit my lip.
“I didn’t know it, uh, changed colors.”
Sir frowned.
“Does it not with human males?”
“No.” I shook my head. “It’s pretty much always just white with human guys.”
“How boring,” Sir remarked. “And imprecise. But let’s get back to your training, little one,” he added. “Hold your thighs open wide for this new expander.”
As he spoke, he slid the biggest expander yet inside me. I could feel my inner walls stretching to take it all as he thrust it deep in my open, unprotected cunt.
“Are…are we going to practice that too? Having you inside me, Sir?” I asked him, struggling to hold still as he filled me. “Fucking me and…and filling me with your cream?”
“Not yet, little one,” he murmured, fucking gently in and out of me with the thick expander. “You’re doing better, but you’re still not ready to have my shaft filling you to the root.”
“Imightbe,” I protested.
“No.” Sir shook his head. “You’ve come a long way, though. Remember when I first bought you from the Commercians? Your little pussy was so tight you could barely take my finger inside you. And now, I’m fucking you with somethingalmostas big as my cock and you’re taking it easily.”
He thrust a little harder, making me bite back a moan as I tried to maintain “Proper Pet Position.” But I didn’t say a word as he continued to fuck me.
“Good girl,” Sir said approvingly. “Look at you take it so deep in your pussy without even moving! Keep those thighs spread wide for me—pretend I’m the judge, testing how much you can take.”
“Yes, Sir,” I gasped, holding position. “Fuck me deep—I can take it.”
“I know you can,” he murmured, thrusting the expander deep inside me. “And very soon, you’ll be able to take my cock, little one. But not quite yet…”