Testosterone-X Interlude Ch. 01

Grover thought himself a very lucky puppy. His Master turned out to be a tall woman with cat-like nails and the body of a tiger. She circled him for several minutes after the hand-off and complimented his body, pinching and prodding with her clawed fingers. She took him home in a soft crate lined with blankets and pillows that smelled of her floral perfume, and he fell in love with his Mistress.

Grover was Mistress's only puppy. She gave him a collar with a name tag custom-engraved to tell everyone who he belonged to, then fit him for a custom harness. The harness was soft webbing and cold metal clips, and it hugged him tight in all the right places. Under his ass, around his waist, emphasizing his love handles.

When Mistress carried his harness into the silk room he lived in, Grover eagerly crawled over to her. Mistress slid the first loop over his head, then around his shoulders, and around his waist. The buckles made him shiver but he leaned into the weight of it.

"Don't you look so handsome," Mistress cooed when she finished buckling it around his body. Grover wagged his tail and yipped in agreement every time.

Mistress was not quite the sadist his trainer had prepared him for. She had a more gentle approach to sex that still involved tying him up and teasing him for hours. But there was very little pain. Grover found he enjoyed this so much more than the whips, canes, and paddles of the facility.

Today she brought him into her bedroom. Mistress liked to live luxuriously and her room contained a carved wood canopy bed curtained by translucent green silk. She wore a deep purple set of lace lingerie, a see-through bralette that barely contained her boobs and equally thin panties.

Grover laid out on the bed and Mistress guided his wrists to the headboard, where she cuffed him in soft leather. Her chest pressed to his face, smothering him in the warm cushion of her breasts. The lace of her bra tickled his cheeks. He breathed in deep and caught the scent of her perfume. It had an instantaneous effect, his little t-dick rising to the occasion. He could feel slick starting to gather between his legs.

"Does the good boy like being buried in Mommy's tits?" She pressed them tighter to him and he moaned. His breath was hot and damp against her skin. He nodded fervently.

Mistress pulled away for just a moment and he whined to have her back.

"Now now, don't complain. I know how much you like sucking on Mommy's tits," she reassured him, squeezing one breast in her fingers. He could see her dark nipples beneath the fabric, and his mouth watered to taste her. "But I need to take the bra off first, darling."

"Mmm.. Mommy," he whimpered and raised his hips. His dick found only air, but still throbbed eagerly.

Mistress freed her chest of its lace prison and her tits swung heavy on her chest without support. He leaned forward against the restraints. Straddling his waist, she let Grover latch on to her chest. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked, moaning and panting against her. She was so sweet to him.

"That's a good puppy, oh yes," Mistress sighed above him. Her hips rolled and he could feel her wetness leave a sticky line up his belly.

She took his head in her hand, the other supporting herself, and pressed him tight to her tit. Her fingers scrunched the fur beneath his ears. Grover closed his eyes and let himself fall into her. He sucked hard at her nipple, tongue massaging the hard bud as he breathed in her, her, her. His hips bucked again. He wanted to beg for her hand on him, but he could only moan wet against her skin. His cock throbbed for attention, all three inches of its hooded length. He loved it.

She pulled her right tit from his mouth and replaced it with the left before he could protest the loss. He gave it the same attention. He was slobbering on her chest-- he was such a messy puppy, but Mistress didn't care. She panted soft moans into his hair and rubbed her wet panties against his body. He felt her clit through the thin fabric.

"Oh who's my pretty boy? Who's my good boy, making Mommy feel so good?" Grover wanted to cry that it was him! He was the good boy. He made an obscene slurping sound and whined desperately instead.

Mistress pulled away and left him panting and drooling, hands hanging from the cuffs. He looked at her through bleary eyes. Mistress had dismounted to peel her panties off and held them up with one finger.

"You want a little taste of me?" She offered the slick-soaked fabric to his face. Grover nodded and took them in his mouth. He could drink the taste of her forever.

While Mistress got back on top of him, kneeling over his thighs, he licked the panties in his mouth. He could see her pussy properly now. Her clit was just visible and framed by her freshly shaved labia. He wished that was in his mouth instead.

"Mommy has been so stressed out, she needs a good fucking from her puppy. Do you think you can give me that? Can you use this nice thick cock of yours to fuck Mommy the way she needs?" She pinched his dick between her clawed fingers, rubbing up and down the short length of it.

He nodded, trying to say "Yes, Mommy" through the panties and pushing up against the weight of her.

"That's a good boy," Mistress praised him. "Yes, you're so hard for me, baby. I know you want to fuck me like a good puppy." His desperate whining fell on deaf ears as she kept stroking.

"Mm, mm!" Grover bit down hard on the lace and his body tightened. He was entirely too close. His insides were squeezing desperately around nothing.

"I guess you're right, I shouldn't tease too much."

Mistress shuffled forward until her hips were lined up with his. He watched with wide, hungry eyes as she pulled back his folds to reveal the full length of him. Her pussy slid down onto him so easily, the hot cavern of it sucking him in.

He couldn't help it. The panties fell from his mouth and he cried out, "M-Mommy! I'm going to cum! Please I- Please!"

"Good. Cum." She bounced on his dick, the weight of her rocking the bed and her tits rolling with each rise and fall.

Grover squealed and fucked hard up against her body, their hips smacking together with loud plaps that only sent him over the edge harder. He flexed against the restraints and curled in on himself. His t-dick throbbed inside her.

"Mommy! Mommy, oh fuck! Nghh," he groaned, voice high and rough.

"That's it, baby, cum for me. You have plenty more for me, don't you?" She tilted his chin up and smiled down at his debauched and panting face. She rolled her hips down hard against his body, still riding his dick. He whimpered as his dick pulsed again.

"Yes, Mommy," he said, "Anything for you."

"Good boy," Mistress dragged out the words. She rode his sensitive little dick in slow drags of her hips against his. It took only a few torturous strokes of her body to have him hard all over again.

Grover clenched his eyes shut and dropped his head back. His chest trembled, the harness jingling with each breath. He parted his lips to beg for more, faster, anything. "Mommy, please."

"I know it's so hard, puppy. You're being so good giving Mommy what she wants. Do you want to suckle again?" His head shot up at the suggestion. Mistress giggled, cupping her left breast again and holding it up to his mouth. Grover mouthed at the soft dark flesh around the nipple, then took the bud between his lips and sucked hard.

"Yes, yes. You're such a good boy. Yes! Mm, yes fuck Mommy harder puppy. Oh just like that," Mistress moaned above him, her voice rising in pitch.

His hips rose to meet her again, quickening the pace. His thighs met the meat of her ass with satisfying slaps. It felt so good to be inside her. Mistress was so warm and wet inside, so easy to fuck with his little t-dick. Each thrust into her pussy made her moan. She was gripping him hard now. Her fingers curled in the rings of his harness and she began to ride hard.

She began to lose her rhythm but Grover didn't falter. He muffled his noises in her tits as his orgasm grew closer.

"Oh, oh, oh God, oh fuck! Yes! Give me your big cock, puppy!" She cried out to the ceiling as she rode him to completion. Her pussy squeezed him tight, a vice on his small dick that nearly made him cum.

Grover's orgasm hit him like a truck. His cock pulsed hard, twitching with pleasure and pain, and his eyes rolled back in his head. He gasped for her mercy. She only continued to slide her wet lips against his dick. It was heaven and hell. He wanted it to never end.

He fell back gasping when the aftershocks finally subsided.

Mistress cooed praises into his hair until he stopped trembling in her arms. There was a moment of panting and the soft slick sounds of post-sex movement. They were both sensitive, but still she teased him with her body. Mistress enveloped Grover in her arms and pushed his face back between her tits. She rubbed behind his ears, making his tail wag against the bed.

"You were such a good puppy for your Mommy," she said once she had found her breath. "I know you love to make me feel good. You gave me just what I needed." Grover nuzzled her chest in response, ready to bury himself in her softness again. Despite her satisfaction, it was hard not to whine when she raised herself up and off his softened dick. He could go ten more rounds if given the chance.

Mistress uncuffed him and led him by the harness to her private bathroom, where the large shower waited for them to clean up. He could see her toying with herself while she waited for the water to heat up. Maybe there was still hope for a round three.

Grover was a very lucky puppy, indeed.