"Christopher?"
"Wha?" I asked as I trudged up to the back of the couch, hand over my mouth in a yawn. When I looked down at her, Billie smiled and reached up to grab a fistful of my shirt, pulling at me until her muzzle was against my ear.
The warm breath made my heart stutter, but that was nothing compared to what it did when Billie finally said something. I think it almost seized up, because there was pressure in my chest that made my limbs a bit shaky. So focused on my body's reaction, I completely dismissed what she had said, so I earned the sharp nip she gave the tip of my ear, but honestly that only made my concentration worse.
"I said get on your knees."
Wood met my knees with a bit more force than was probably needed, but it was worth it for the breath she let out in amusement.
"Come here."
I scrambled over as fast as I could, and fit myself between her legs and the coffee table. Looking at her like this, in the rare moment where I was the smaller one, Billie seemed like a queen. And as heat suffused my face, I shifted my gaze down, away from her frightfully normal smile.	She did nothing for a couple minutes, just sitting there and probably looking at me as I slowly became aware of the growing ache in my legs and the heat that refused to go away. When she finally moved, her foot lifted my head up until I was looking into her eyes again.
"You are to only address me as master. Am I clear?"
"Yes, master." I let out breathily, the heat in my chest almost starting to burn like my face was.
"Good boy," she let her hand fall onto my head, and I pressed into it, enjoying the comfort of her touch before she withdrew. "Now, you may walk to the fridge and get the plate of food on the second shelf."
I did as she told me, the cold of the fridge doing nothing to leech away my warmth as I got the plate. It was covered in foil, so I couldn't tell what was on it, only that it crackled rather loudly as I placed it on the couch beside Billie.
It probably wasn't the right thing to do, but before I settled back down in front of her, I glanced at her face, and froze. Her smile was gone, and in its place was a faint frown.
"Kneel," she commanded a bit more forcefully than she had before, and peeled back the foil on the plate.
Soon enough, a spoon was held near me. I looked up, and to my dismay, it was holding peas.
"Open, and chew." Billie deposited the disgusting things in my mouth before I had time to respond.
I chewed as ordered, and let the pea's paste cling to my teeth and spread over my tongue, trying not to swallow. Billie's creamy brown furred hand brought our eyes together.
"You will say “yes, master," "no, master," and "three bags full, master" after everything I say. If you have something in your mouth?" she forced mine open “?then you will nod or shake your head."
I tried to nod quickly, the prolonged feeling of the paste on my tongue and new ache in my jaw were making my eyes water.
"And if I've told you to do anything, you will thank me either before, during, or after you've done it."
Nodding again, she let go of my mouth with a command to swallow. I tried to force the paste down while still nodding, with some success, but the feel of it still clung to my teeth and made them gritty.
"Thank you for the peas, master."
"You're welcome," Billie said absently as she leaned back into the couch, and I think I remembered to nod. “There's a box on the coffee table, pick two things out of it."
"Yes, master, thank you."
It was a simple cardboard box; inside it were a few objects, and the first that I noticed was a pink dildo. It wasn't a horse dick, or insanely large, so I silently thanked Billie for that. Simply put, it was probably the dick that she would have if she were male. The head was shovel tipped, the knot was slim, and I had a sudden urge to have it in my mouth, which took me by surprise and I tried to discreetly swallow. The other item I quickly chose and turned back around.
Kneeling again, I held out the dildo, as well as a harness that allowed it to be used as a strap-on. “I would like these two, master."
"Good boy," she pet my head again. “Now put it on me."
"Y-yes, master!" I stumbled over my response.
Jean covered legs opened for me, and I shuffled over to sit between them. My pulse spiked, and I felt heat start to coil up in my abdomen, everything suddenly feeling a bit too tight and restrictive.
"Can master get up, please?" Because that was the only way I'd be able to get the harness on.
Billie smiled widely, “Of course," and she stood up.
I was about to thank her, but I choked it off when she stood directly over me, her thighs pressing against my ears, and my horns grazing just above them. I lifted my muzzle until it was almost touching the front of her jeans and murmured,
"Master, may I?"
"May you what?" Her thighs subtly shook around me.
"May I smell you, touch you, and taste you, master?" I asked as I nuzzled into the warm, heady cloth.
Suddenly, her tail wacked against my neck, the hairs stinging my scales slightly, which is what I deserved really. But when I looked up and saw her mouth open and panting slightly, it was worth whatever punishment she gave me.
"I'm sorry, master. May I put the harness on now?"
Billie glared at me and took away the harness, “No, get on the couch."
Still a little smug, I move to sit.
"Face down," she glanced at my crotch, seeing the not so subtle bulge in my shorts, and it was her turn to smirk. “Don't you dare touch yourself."
My hands were cuffed behind me, hips propped up until I rested on my knees, and my muzzle was pushed into the arm of the couch.
"You know, I was going to let you use your mouth on it?" The dildo was pushed against my cheek for a moment. “?so I guess I'll just have to skip to preparing you."
"Yes, master."
I let her undo the button at the top of my tail before letting it lie across my back, and she brought down my shorts and underwear in one swift tug. My erection bobbed in the air as it slid all the way out of its sheath, and all I could do was bite back a whimper as the tip grazed against the cushions.
The cool silicone of the dildo was pressed against my hole and dragged up and down, the small dips and artificial curves caught against the rim, making me feel unbearably hot.
"One day?" Billie let the tip trail down my perineum lightly “?I'll push this into you, and your ass will just be begging for it, swallowing it down until you've been stuffed to the brim?" it came back up to my hole, digging in slightly “?It'll hurt of course, but by that time I'll have fucked you so much your hole will be wide open, waiting for me."
I was hauled backwards, and her warm tongue was pressing against the twitching muscle, breaching it in small increments before pulling out and starting over again. The breath was stolen from my lungs when something slick and hard was pushed in too, a finger actually. It was uncomfortable, but when Billie's other hand started to stroke my cock, it became an easy distraction.
For how long she kept that up I really don't know, it all became a blur of barely enough pleasure, and eventually, sweet pressure as her fingers danced inside me, occasionally rubbing my prostate until every graze sent me whimpering into the cushions. And it finally came to a point where it didn't feel like enough. I pushed back on her fingers with every thrust, trying to get them deeper, or at least get them to still their movements so I could do what I wanted.
"Hnnn . . . master p-please!" I gasped out as she teased both my prostate and the head of my cock.
Billie hummed questioningly, not stilling her movements as she waited for me to elaborate.
"Can I . . . nnnghh! . . . h-have it?"
"Have what?"
I forced my body to the side, my shoulder digging uncomfortably into the couch, but I could finally see Billie's face, and her fingers as they played with me.
"Can I please have your cock, mast?AAH!" I was cut off by a sudden burn and the feeling of fullness that I had been lacking before. Everything was being pressed into all at once, and it was almost too much to take. Her jeans rubbed almost painfully against my fur as she started to thrust into me.
"Maaa . . . aaah! P-pleeease touch mee!" I forced out, but Billie only continued to thrust, but it felt like it was reaching farther and farther in each time. Soon enough I was so full, and she was only swivelling her hips, the knot stretched me so much, rubbing my prostate. Gods my dick was so hard it was starting to hurt.
"Mm, why should I?" She asked, her hands were on my leg, lifting it, making the dildo go deeper. I didn't even know what sounds I was making anymore., everything was just Billie, my master, and the pleasure she was giving me.
"You're mewling, whimpering like a bitch in heat." She leaned over and whispered the next part into my ear. “Why would I want this to stop? I should just string you up from the rafters, make you my doll and do whatever I want with you. And you wouldn't even try to stop me. Why? Because you are my pet. You would ask me to carve you up, bleed you dry. You would plead me to serve you up on a silver platter until there was nothing left of you but a bloated stomach."
I was crying at that point, too turned on to care about anything but her breath in my ear. Billie finally put a hand on my cock, and that was all that I needed to push me over.
The next thing I knew, Billie was stroking my head as it lay in her lap. I had my pants back on and didn't feel disgusting so I assumed she had cleaned me up.
"Are you okay?" She asked as soon as she noticed I was awake.
I smiled and nuzzled into her stomach. A lot of things ached, most notably my lower back and shoulder, but the dull throbbing was more pleasant than painful, so I didn't say anything.