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“Ugh.” Dorothy’s head fell back on a groan. “I can’t even rub one out while I’m in the program? This is ridiculous.”

“You’re learning patience, and a slew of other positive qualities, little darlin’. But the clock is ticking on that orgasm, so you better make a decision fast.”

Grumbling the whole way, she stalked over to the bench. Pleased with her obedience, however reluctant it might be, Luke helped her up and strapped her on. The padded leather rests left her bottom and pussy exposed to his touch while the straps made it impossible for her to do more than wiggle her hips a bit.

She was bound, and for at least a few more minutes, she was completely at his mercy.

Chapter Five

Every nerve ending in her body felt on high alert as she waited for whatever it was that came next. It was the not knowing, she was certain, that had her heart pounding and her palms sweating, not any kind of actual desire.

Right. And pigs could fly.

Ugh. She should probably be grateful they hadn’t made her a pig. A cow was bad enough but somehow a pig just felt even more demeaning. It was too bad she couldn’t have been a kitten or even a horse, something at least abitmore elegant.

Something rough touched her ass and she jumped. Or at least, she jolted a bit. The leather straps around her waist and extremities didn’t allow for much jumping, or really much movement at all. Which was another thing she was definitelynotturned on by. Just like she hadn’t really been turned on by the spanking Uncle Luke had given her. It was just… an involuntary reaction. Like your leg jerking when the doctor tapped your knee with that little hammer.

“Calm down, little darlin’. It’s just my hand. I’m going to get you loosened up a bit so the plug goes in more easily and doesn’t actually harm you. Can you relax for me?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“You do,” he said with a low chuckle. “You could tense up and fight me and make it hurt more. Or you could try to relax and follow my instructions, and you might even find you enjoy having your bottom plugged. Me, I’ll enjoy it either way. I don’t mind a little fight in my pets.”

“Maybe you should give me the orgasm first, to help me relax.” It was a vain hope, she knew, and yet she couldn’t keep herself from asking.

“Nice try, darlin’,” he answered with another of those low laughs that caused a deep pull of desire low in her belly. “Deep breath in, let it out, and focus on loosening your muscles.”

Closing her eyes, she did as she was told, dragging in as much air as she could with her chest pressed against the padded leather beneath her. She drew on every yoga and meditation class she’d ever taken to will her muscles to relax as she slowly released the oxygen from her lungs.

“Such a good little cow.”

Uncle Luke’s rough praise washed over her, warming her skin as if he’d physically touched her. The cow bit still irritated her, but she really, really wanted that orgasm he’d promised her, so she didn’t bother arguing.

Something cold and wet squirted against her exposed bottom hole and she squealed in response, her hips swaying from side to side in an attempt to escape whatever the uncomfortable sensation was.

“Just a bit of lube,” Uncle Luke explained in that soothing tone he’d been using with her ever since Miss Pearl had left. “Can you take another big breath for me?”

She repeated her breathing exercises, and as she was expelling the air from her lungs, something pressed against her bottom hole. But it wasn’t cold or wet this time. It was warm and hard and thick.

It’s just my hand. I’m going to loosen you up a bit.

Oh, god. Was that his finger pushing into her bottom?

“Uncle Luke, no!”

“Shh, darlin’. Relax for me. You’ve been such a good girl so far. Let me in, little cow.”

With a whine, she tried her best to relax. To let him in, as he’d demanded. But ithurt. Not as much as she’d expected it to, but there was certainly a burn and a pinch as he worked his finger deeper and deeper into her bottom.

And all the while, her body burned with humiliation. This wasn’t just any man spreading her asshole with his fingers. This was Uncle Luke, a man who had once been like a second father to her. Letting him see her like this, more exposed than she’d ever allowed herself to be for any other man, was more than she thought she could take.

But take it she did, not that she’d been given much choice. And after what felt like forever, he finally stopped moving his exploration of her asshole. “That’s my good little heifer. I’m going to fuck your bottom a bit, to help you loosen up, and then I’m going to add a second finger.”

“Oh, no,” she moaned, wishing desperately for a hole in the ground to open up and swallow her down before she died of humiliation.

Because she wasn’t just humiliated by what Uncle Luke was doing to her poor bottom. No. The most humiliating part of this entire process was the fact that her clit was absolutely throbbing with need and she had a feeling her arousal was dripping all over the nice leather she was strapped to.

However much her brain was rebelling against what was happening, her body was enjoying the entire thing just as much, if not more.

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