Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
But it was almost like a puzzle. It pulled me in. That was one of the reasons I liked accounting. The numbers made sense, no matter how disjointed and confusing they appeared to be at first. They were a mystery that I knew I could eventually solve.
The guy — the puppy — he was a mystery I wanted to solve as well. I’d watched their videos over and over, but I couldn’t figure out what was so fascinating. It might have been the sexual paraphernalia — and that sounded odd too — but I didn’t think so. Nothing about the ball or even the mask was especially arousing.
The tail… Well, that was something else entirely. It hadn’t taken much research to understand why it would be arousing, what with the way it would rub against the prostate and all, but I still thought I was missing something.
Leaning over, I set the collar and plug down and reached for my laptop. The screen had gone dark while I’d been analyzing the objects, but it only took a second to wake it up. Pulling up the internet, I hit my favorites button and immediately found the blog.
Scrolling through their posts and videos, I pulled up a recent video. It was different than the others. More intimate, maybe. That’s what she’d said she was looking for, so I kept coming back to it.
Research. Lots of research. Most of the time, the master was holding the camera and recording his pup as he played. In this one, the camera was off to the side, and the master was in the frame as well. Not his face, but part of his chest and shoulders and most of his lap. He threw the ball for a while, then they switched to a rope toy the pup clearly loved.
It could’ve been any of their other videos, but in that one, the master spoke. His voice was quiet and deep, and it sounded like he was talking to himself. He didn’t expect his pup to answer, and it sounded like someone talking to their dog while they were on a walk or at the park. Except this pup knew exactly what his master was saying.
“You had a rough week, didn’t you, sweet pup?” He was quiet for a long time, just playing with his pup, before he started talking again. “This is going to make everything better. No more stress. No more tough decisions. Just playing and cuddles and loves. That’s what my pup needs.”
His pup ran over, dropped the ball in front of his master, then rolled over to get his belly scratched. It would’ve been sweet, except for the way it made his hard cock wave and slap back to hit his abs. The cock made it… less sweet, but there was still something tender about the scene.
I couldn’t imagine being that relaxed and open while I was naked. It wasn’t that I was a virgin. I’d had sex. I just couldn’t imagine sharing anything like that scene with either of the people I’d gone to bed with. Amanda had been nice, but I couldn’t see her petting my belly while I wiggled and barked.
Mark had been nice as well, but he hadn’t struck me as the master type. There hadn’t been a definitive list of dominant characteristics, at least, not that my research had found. He just hadn’t seemed dominant enough to fill that role. When I’d been hesitant about… anal sex, he’d happily agreed to do other things, even though it had been obvious that was what he’d wanted.
I was just still on the fence about… all that. According to some of my research, which had gone slightly off topic, a large portion of gay men didn’t participate in anal sex. I was assuming that statistic would hold for bi men as well, although the data had not been immediately available.
I looked from the screen to the plug. Proper research meant inserting the plug so I could wear — experience — the tail. Research. I needed hands-on research to understand the desire and the roles that the individuals assumed.
Maybe I wasn’t ready for this step in the process yet. I’d done extensive study on anal preparation for inserting objects and had found quite a bit of material on the subject. But maybe I needed to review the information again, just to make sure I understood the process. That might give me more confidence.
My cock jerked. Yes, more planning was a good idea.
Pulling up a search engine, I started typing the familiar words, shaking my head at the absurdity of everything.
“When she said there were videos for everything, I really hadn’t thought she’d actually meant it.” Before I clicked on the video, I reached for the collar. It seemed like the least intimidating object I had spread out around me, so starting with that was probably the best idea. Then the tail. Yes, I liked that plan. Collar, then tail. It was like working my way up the kink ladder.