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“Okay,” I mumble.

He adds a second finger, and I whimper, the stretch more intense now. But he’s patient, taking his time, and I feel myself relaxing into it. The sensation is strange, but there’s a hint of pleasure there, too, and I squirm.

“Almost there,” he murmurs, his fingers moving with practiced ease. “You’re taking me so well, Tyler.”

I blush at his words, my cheeks burning. I’ve never done anything like this before, but with Lanz, I feel safe. He knows what he’s doing, and I trust him completely.

Finally, he withdraws his fingers, and I hear the soft clink of the anal plug. I glance over my shoulder, watching as he slicks it with lubricant. I’m so excited I can’t stand it.

“Ready?” he asks, his golden eyes locking onto mine.

I nod, my voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”

He presses the plug against my entrance,and I try to relax. He pushes it in slowly, carefully, and I gasp at the sensation. It’s strange, but not painful.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his hand resting on my hip. “You’re doing so well.”

I feel the plug settle inside me, novel and firm. It doesn’t feel strange at all, it feels…nice. So nice..

“Look at yourself,” he commands, his voice low and smooth.

I turn my head, my eyes widening as I catch sight of my reflection in the mirrored wall. I’m wearing the pet gear—the headband with the pink ears, the gloves, the boots, the tail. I look… different. Sexy. Confident. A year ago, I would have been too inhibited to wear something like this, even in the privacy of my own home. But now, I feel a strange sense of pride. I’m open to new experiences, and I trust Lanz to guide me on this journey.

“You’re stunning,” he says, his voice thick with desire. “Absolutely breathtaking.”

I blush, my cheeks burning, but I can’t help but smile. I feel beautiful, desired.

Then he reaches for the remote, and I feel a jolt of electricity as he turns on the vibrating plug. I squeal, my body jerking at the sudden sensation. It’s intense, overwhelming, and I twist about with ecstasy.

“Lanz!” I gasp, my hands gripping the edge of the bed for support.

He chuckles, his hand resting on my hip. “Relax, pet. Just let it happen.”

I obey, groaning as it all washes over me.

“Good girl,” he says, warm with approval. “Just let go.”

I close my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me. The vibrations are intense.

“Lanz,” I whimper, my body trembling with need.

“I’ve got you, pet,” he murmurs, his hand resting on my hip. “Just let go.”

I can’t help but moan softly. I close my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me..

“Lanz,” I whimper, my body trembling with need.

The clamps hit the floor with a softclink, the chain pooling like liquid silver against the hardwood. My breath catches, and I feel a rush of heat flood my cheeks. Lanz’s voice is low, commanding. I love it.

“Fetch, Pet.”

I drop to all fours, the cool floor pressing against my knees and the padded gloves. My tail—well, the plug—curls upward, teasing me with the weight of it, the slight vibration still humming faintly. I know he’s watching me, his golden eyes tracking every movement, and I want to make him proud. I want to be good for him.

I crawl forward, my hips swaying deliberately, the tail wiggling with each movement. The chain glints in the soft light of the playroom, and I t feel a thrill of excitement. This is new, this ishisidea, and I’m eager to please. I reach the clamps, but my gloved hands are useless, the leather paws unable to grip. I hesitate for a moment, then lower my head, my teeth closing gently around the chain. It’s cool against my tongue, and I can taste the faint metallic tang.

I turn back toward him, crawling slowly, the chain dangling from my mouth. My heart is pounding. I’m hyper-aware of every movement, every sound—the soft creak of the floor, the faint hum of the plug, the way my breath comes in shallow gasps.

When I reach him, I sit back on my heels, looking up at him with what I hope is an expression of eager obedience. He takes the chain from my mouth, his fingers brushing against my lips, and I feel a jolt of electricity at the contact.