It’d only been two weeks, but Satin’s tail had grown to full capacity. She stood naked in front of the mirror, staring at her appendage. It swayed lazily, like that of a domesticated wobble waiting for its nightly treat. The hue was striking—like that of Azure—shimmering bright blue with shades of teal and green depending on how the light hit it.
Although she wouldn’t admit it to Drayce—not yet anyway—she’d found that with the new found length, teasing her clit was a sexual possibility that she hadn’t thought of before, and she found the whole idea of having a masturbation session – salacious.
And, since Drayce had a rule about not masturbating, saying he felt that her orgasms belonged to him and therefore, having one without his knowledge or permission was stealing—a definite no-no—he had kept the sensual exploration of her newly grown toy a secret. She shivered, hoping he wouldn’t see it as lying and had been trying to formulate a defense when or if she was caught playing with herself.
It never ceased to amaze her that her tentacle seemed able to read her thoughts and her arousal, and to prove her point, the barbed end slid between her labia, gliding along her slick tissue, poking and prodding her sensitive bundle of nerves, circling the hardened clit. Satin’s eyes rolled back, and she closed her eyes, her hands roaming her breasts, tugging and pulling on her stiff nipples.
Apparently not satisfied with just skating along with her slippery, puffy lips of her sex, the tail then dipped into the well of her sex, brushing along her g-spot, insistently poking the center of her arousal. Satin’s hips thrust in response, and her breathing became labored and a slow groan escaping from her lips.
“What are you doing?” Drayce’s stern voice hit her body and sex like a firehose of cold water, drenching and killing her arousal instantly.
“Nothing.” Her belly tightened, and her hands shook slightly.
“It didn’t look like nothing.” He grasped her elbow lightly, drawing her out of the bathroom.
“B-but, my towel.”
“You don’t need a towel for this.” He sat on the bed, situating her to lie over his left leg, her upper body falling onto the mattress.
“Oh, no! What are you doing?” She looked over her shoulder at his impassive face; he watched her bottom as he situated her to his liking.
“I’m going to talk to you, and you’re going, to be honest with me, and then we’re going to have a bit of a discussion.” He brushed her tail aside, tucking it between her hip and his knee.
“I..I wasn’t doing anything bad.”
He chuckled. “Well, it seems that someone has a guilty conscience. Okay, let’s start there. What were you doing that wasn’t bad?”
“I…I took a shower…and I was getting ready.”
“Getting ready for an orgasm?” He slapped the crest of her ass—hard.
She jumped, yelping at the sting. “N-no…it was…I wasn’t doing anything.”
“So this is how you want this discussion to go?” He slapped each cheek. “You didn’t do anything, but what was your tail doing?”
Groaning, Satin dropped her head onto the bed.
This conversation isn’t going the way I wanted it to go – at all.
“It has a mind of its own.” Her voice took on a child-like whine, instead of the voice of a grown woman—a warrior.
“It seems that way sometimes, but you always have control over it. Always. You allowed yourself to be seduced by the tentacle.” Drayce dipped his finger into her sex, thrusting within her. “And you’re drenched, little warrior.”
“I know.”
Clearing his throat, he growled out a response. “What are the rules about touching yourself?”
“B-but I didn’t touch myself.”
Drayce slapped her thighs so hard that she threw her hands back desperately needing to cover them, except he grabbed them pinning both to the small of her back. “We just discussed this. The tail is part of your body. Therefore, you were touching yourself.”
His large, hard hand swatted her thighs mercilessly, and she thrashed her head on the bed, sobbing in response.
“But it wasn’t me!” Satin shouted angrily at her husband.
Why couldn’t he understand this?
“Open your legs.”
She spread them in what she perceived an obscene distance, doing her best to obey him.
“Further! Don’t toy with me girl; my patience only lasts for so long. Further!”
She sobbed pitifully, clenching her ass tightly.
Drayce spanked her inner thighs, releasing her hands, he held her legs wide open against her will, while the other hand beat her sensitive tissue until she assumed she was black and blue.
“Have I gotten my point across to you? Your tail is now part of your body, so when it touches your hot little cunt, it is the same as your hand giving you relief. Understood?” He stopped the punishment and let her cry into the soft bedspread.
“Yes, Sir.”
Rubbing and squeezing both upper legs, Satin hoped that this discipline session was over.
“Stand up.”
He assisted her to stand before him, keeping a tight hold on both arms until her wobbly knees settled enough to hold her upright. “In the corner with you, and then we’ll discuss the issue of your masturbation.”
“B-but…didn’t we just do that? I mean…are you spanking me again?”
His lips curved into a smirk, his golden eyes twinkling a bit. “That spanking was for your obstinance on whether the tentacle is actually under your control. You understand that now, right?”
“Yes, Sir.” She’d agree to just about anything to keep him from paddling her sore ass again. She still didn’t feel that this thing was under her control at all. It seemed to awaken and move with its free-will, not taking her feelings or needs into consideration at all. And she wondered once again, how in the name of the Goddess Gem she was supposed to control the fucking thing. Should she tie it up? Restrain it against her hip?
All of those seemed like viable options, but did it make sense to strap it to the back of her thigh? All the time?
Satin didn’t dare ask those questions. Not now at least. She’d wait and ask him while cuddling, ultimately her husband must have struggled with the same issue when he’d grown a tentacle.
“Why aren’t you in the corner?” He blinked at her with his eyebrows raised.
“Uhm…I was thinking.”
With his hand cupping a buttock, he gently nudged her forward. “Corner.”
I hate the corner!
She stood quietly, her skin breaking out in gooseflesh, hating that he stared at her freshly spanked ass.
Satin wondered if she’d ever feel or really be a Dragon Warrior and Commander with a husband who thought it was normal to spank her like a child instead of treating her like the grown woman she was.
Will I ever be respected?
Having spent most of her childhood being viewed as the twins didn’t help her self-esteem, and even though she was twenty-five years old, she didn’t feel like she knew who she was or what she was capable of doing. Thistle had always been so quiet, demure and obedient, whereas, Satin had been a loud mischief-maker who sought to do things her way, impulsively disregarding rules.
It’s not that Satin didn’t want to be obedient. She strived to please those in authority, lying awake in her bed at night vowing to do better the next day. But she tended to be wild at heart. It wasn’t good enough to watch the action from the sidelines like her mother or her twin, Thistle; Satin had to be in the midst of whatever mischief she and her brothers cooked up.
And now, here she stood, naked in the corner with a very sore, red bottom with a shimmery blue tentacle and a dragon patch on her shoulder. And instead of acting as a Commander and Warlord, riding her dragon Azure and being trained for battle, she stood in the corner with a freshly spanked bottom because she masturbated. Having spent most of her childhood fighting the restraints of her parents and teachers to be more ladylike and mind like your twin, she refused to be held under his thumb.
But she also wanted his approval and support, wanting desperately to please him. She had loved him from the first time they met and yet wanted him to see her as an equal.
Would that ever happen?
“Come here, Princess.”
Jumping, she pivoted and walked toward her husband—Her Warlord.
His warm hands enveloped her small ones, stroking the top of her hand lightly with his thumbs. “We have one more thing to discuss, and it’s serious. You are never allowed to touch yourself.”
“I’m sorry.” Her chin quivered, tears welling in her eyes.
“Do you see? Watch what it’s doing.” Drayce looked down at her shimmery blue tail which was now sliding toward his crotch, seeking entry at the zipper of his pants.
Satin yanked it back, holding it still on her thigh, she narrowed her gaze at Drayce.
“Yes, restrain it and mentally you’ll have to practice holding it under your control, but until then, physically restraining it in any way possible is the best solution. But, Princess, you need to know that you’ll be held accountable for whatever it does—including sexually pleasing yourself. Bend over the bed.”
He stood, and she bent over, placing her hands on the mattress, preparing herself for the punishment. It was best to comply quietly. The lesson would only drag out.
The clink of his belt buckle interrupted her thoughts, and she jumped up, swiveling to cup her ass with both hands “No!”
“You’re not allowed to say no. Try again.”
“Please…please don’t.”
“We’ve talked about masturbation before, and you’ve now reached the level of needing my belt to convince you.” He yanked the leather through the loops, palming the buckle and wrapping the length of the belt around his hand until a long tail was left. “Bend over, girl.”
A sob broke free from her throat, and she bent over, placing her shaky hands on the bed again.
“Stick your bottom out, don’t tuck it or clench.” Drayce picked up her tail, and the cool tentacle dropped onto her back.
“Yes, Sir.”
The loud kerschlap of the leather striking her ass had her yelping and fisting the bedspread in her hands.
“You will not masturbate…with or without your tail. Only I get to touch your hot cunt. Understood?”
The belt smacked against her flesh, leaving a line of fire with every swath of the leather. She turned her hips away from Drayce until his unrelenting hand pressed her hips into the bed.
“Put your hips on the bed, girl. I need you to hold still, so it doesn’t wrap around your hip and hurt you.”
The concept was silly to her, and if she hadn’t been crying so hard, she would have laughed at the absurdity of it all. He worried about the belt hurting her hip, but he saw no problem in welting her ass and leaving nasty red stripes on her buttocks.
Men had such a weird way of thinking when it came to disciplining their wives. The thought of “hurting” them made them flinch and turn away, but paddling her ass to a bright red, didn’t faze them in the least.
Drayce kept his hand on the small of her back, assuring that she wouldn’t or couldn’t move during the assault of the belt.
He resumed his unrelenting beating of her backside, leaving her kicking her feet and clawing at the bedspread, sobbing uncontrollably until she realized that he had stopped at some point even though she had continued to keen in pain.
“Oh…Oh, it hurts. I’m sorry.”
“I know baby, I know. It’s important that you mind me in all things. I need you to mind me and not question why.” He rolled her onto her back, brushing the tear-drenched hair from her face, cleaning her face with a tissue. “Do you think you’ll remember to keep that tail away from my pussy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my good girl.” Crawling into bed and lying beside her, Drayce held her close, and she could hear his heartbeat against her ear.
Once her breathing had slowed, and only the occasional hiccup racked her body, she knelt on the bed, undoing the front of his pants and with his help dragged them down his muscled, hairy thighs, and tossing them to the floor.
Tucking her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, she yanked them down his legs, his cock springing free and bobbing in front of her. Her mouth watered and she fought the urge to just envelop the length of him into her mouth.
“I want to ask before we get … caught up. Can I use my tail inside you?” She nibbled on her lip, unsure and hoped she didn’t upset him with her question, but she also didn’t want to assume it was fine and find herself paddled once again.
“You’re a good girl, yes, you may.”
A dribble of his semen pooled on the tip, and she leaned forward swiping it gently away with the tip of her tongue. Laving the pointy tip around the end, she licked along the ridge, and his gasp of pleasure made her chest puff out a bit in pride.
Gripping his length, she slowly drew him into her mouth until the head of his cock bounced off the back of her throat. Pulling her cheeks in, she sucked on him tightly.
It was then that she visualized her tail entering his anus.
Within seconds Drayce groaned loudly, his thighs stiffening, and his cock lengthening within her mouth. She fought against the gag reflex as his penis eased down her throat. The heat in his dark channel warm her barbed tail, and she swirled the length within him, brushing along the sensitive tissue and all the while she ran her tongue along the hard cock.
“Oh by the Gods!” His neck lengthened, the cords in his neck visible, his teeth gritted.
It was then that she cupped his sac, the balls hard and drawn close to his body. She pulled tightly with her mouth long his hot hard cock, and pistoned her tail within him.
His body stiffened, and with a loud shout that sounded like an animalistic growl, he spurt rope after rope of his semen into her, shooting it down the back of her throat and his sphincter squeezed her tentacle in a vice-like hold.
Satin licked him dry, and swiped the back of her hand at her mouth, and smiled down at her husband—her satisfied and sated husband.
Before she could even move or speak to him, she jolted, stiffening when his tail slithered into her little-puckered hole.
“Oh, shit!” She pushed back onto the tail, the silky length slipped into her channel, and her clit throbbed with need.
Drayce pressed his thumb on her clit, and squeezed an achingly sore cheek of her bottom in his other hand, the sting and burn of both the tail and the squeeze ramping her arousal high and higher. She clenched around his tentacle, swiveling her hips, the barb gliding and bouncing along with her insides and her womb clenching in response, jerking spasmodically while her husband tormented and teased the tight bundle of nerves.
“May I come, Drayce?”
“Yes, you may, baby.” Pounding his tail in and out of her little bottom hole, and pressing insistently on her clit, she bounced in rhythm, her shouts of ecstasy raising in volume, until he slipped into her pussy, thrusting upward—hard and fast.
Catapulting over the cliff, she screamed, her vision going black, and pounding on the now slick and slippery tentacle, both holes spasming and trembling with her orgasms.
Groaning and shouting, Drayce spurted his semen up his chest, coating both of them with his seed. He shook his head, laughing. “I’ve never come so soon after a previous come, you do this to me, Satin.”
Reaching up he drew her head down to his, shrouding them both with her long blonde hair, and the tears fell from her eyes.
“Hey, hey. What’s wrong.” He cupped both sides of her face, kissing her gently. “Talk to me.”
“I’ve just…I’ve never been this happy before. You make me feel…special and loved.”
“You are, Princess. I love you more than anything else in this universe, and you’re the most unique, courageous, and sweet person I know. And you’re mine!
Mine.
“I’ve never belonged to anyone, Drayce. Yes, I’m yours.”