Pet

       I been a submissive already for several years.  Met a few true doms, a few players and a handful of total nuts.  I had never truly been collared and looking for something more than an evening or afternoon of rough play.  I wasn’t looking for an escape, I wasn’t destitute and selling myself.  I was highly educated, had a good job and from all outside appearances had a good life.  I was just, not me.  I continued surfing the BDSM websites, trying to find an Owner that would fulfill my needs.  I updated my profiles hoping to focus my search.  I was looking for an Owner that wanted a pet.

       A few weeks later, I received a response from an interested Master.  He wrote inquiring how serious I was about wanting to live as a pet and what it meant to me.  He had a southern plantation and had multiple slaves and pony girls.  He stated until now he never kept a pet for himself.  He explained that his plantation was a bit of a Bdsm getaway and had frequent visitors and parties for others in the lifestyle.  Our correspondence continued with me explaining my desire to be kept as any other house pet would be.  On all fours, mute, collared, caged, walked, etc.  I had no desire for bestiality, but to be as my master desired.  The usual pictures and information was traded.  Eventually, Master John invited me to spend a weekend. 

       To say I was nervous was a true understatement.  The six hour drive seemed longer than any I had ever driven.  Master John had offered a flight, but I chose the drive, enjoying that bit of freedom, the time to think and consider the consequences of my choice.  As I arrived at Master’s home a completely walled compound my heart skips a beat or two.  I pull up to the gate, it opens and I drive through.  Along a short driveway and come to the turnabout in front of a very large old southern home, complete with covered wraparound porch.  As I put the truck in park a 40 something man in work clothes greets me and tells me he will take care of my truck.  As I reach for my purse and overnight bag, he smiles wryly and reminds me that it might as well stay in the truck.  At that my truck, and the few things that I had brought with me pull away.

       I look to the front door and ascend the 3 stairs to the porch with trepidation.  I look around on the porch, noting the multiple well placed 3 inch metal rings placed in the floor, ceiling post and walls.  As I start to knock the front door opens and I am greeted by a young woman, ball-gagged, nipple rings, very small apron with long legs and high heels.  She wears collar and cuffs as well.  She steps aside and extends her arm to invite me in.  The entrance and living area seems like any other, large comfortable furniture, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the back patio and estate.  The house slave starts walking through the area, I figure out quickly I am to follow. 

       She leads me down a hallway stopping at a closed door and knocks gently.  After a muffled, “Enter” the slave opens the door and enters first.  She stops and curtsies with the grace of a ballerina.  I follow behind.  My mind in a blur somewhere between fleeing for my life and the feeling that I may actually find the life I want.  Master John is sitting behind a large desk, staring at a computer screen intently.  I know it is him, even if I hadn’t seen a picture.  He’s a well-built 40-something man, slight graying to his dark brown hair.  He has the heir of a true Master.  Confident without being cocky, with that sense of control that no emergency could shake.  I feel that little tingle between my thighs start just being in his presence.  The office is large with a sitting area.  As I look another slave dressed in a nearly identical manner to the one that guided me is quietly cleaning. 

       After a minute or two Master John rises from his desk and comes to greet me.  He dismisses the other two slaves from the room and they leave with a soft shut of the door.  “You must be Emma,”  he says and leads me to the sitting area of his office.  “it’s a pleasure to meet you Sir,”  I respond in a barely audible, obviously nervous voice, that makes him smile noticeably.  For a few minutes he does his best to soothe me with idle chitchat of my trip, the weather and finding his home.  His soft slow southern drawl is a comfort.  After transplanting from the northeast more than ten years ago, I have fallen for a number of southern men.  I love the sound of a Master with a calm soft tone, and Master John fit that to a tee.

       Finally He offers to give me a brief tour.  He leads me through his home, starting in his master wing: his office, bedroom, bathroom and a small slave quarters.         Back through the main house, he points out the guest wing, the wing to the general slave quarters and the dungeon.  He leads me out the back of the home, to a large patio, pool, hot tub and a large grass field.  Through the entire area are various posts, A-frames and just stakes placed randomly.  A few Masters and a slave or two are sunning.

       Down a walkway a short distance is a small barn with an enclosed paddock.  Two pony girls are being put through there paces.  The tour ends shortly later and we return to Master John’s office.  “So are you willing to stay the weekend,”  he asks.  As I open my mouth to answer he stops me short.  “realize that once you say yes, you will be a pet with no human rights until Sunday night.  I will have use of you in any way I choose, as will anyone in the household.”  Again the warm trickle of juice starts to puddle in my panties.  “Yes Master,” I answer as confidently as I possibly can.  “Very well,“  Master John replies with an easy grin.  He gets up and retrieves something from his desk drawer. 

       “Strip,” is all he says.  I know better than to hesitate.  I’m on my feet and peeling away the clothes.  On the short side 5’4”, big DD tits, long brown hair and round ass, built for abuse.  Once naked I drop to my knees.  “From hear on out no words, understood”  I don’t make a sound.  He pats my head, “Good pet.”  He shows me a dog collar and leash, and collars me.  “You don’t stand without permission. Your mouth licks sucks or eats whatever is offered. You do not cum unless you are permitted to cum.  Stay off the furniture.  Last anywhere you go you will be lead on leash, until you earn freedom.”  Finally he pulls my ponytail out of my hair and replaces it haphazardly with a set of pigtails over my ears. 

       A tug on my leash and he pulls me to the center of the room.  He opens my mouth and explores my tongue and gag reflex.  Next over my tits, stopping to twist and pull on my already rock hard, pierced nipples.  Master pulls my leash roughly to the ground, “Ass up, pet.”   He circles me and runs his hands over my ass,  giving each cheek a test swat for a reaction,  “mmm, nice”  he says approvingly.  Finally Master kicks my thighs apart and runs his finger along my dripping wet slit.  “A needy little cunt pet, all wet,”  he states before finding my clit and rolling it between his fingers.  I let out a groan and push my cunt back toward him.  He dips two fingers into my sopping wet cunt and pulls out just as quickly.  Grabbing a pigtail he offers his fingers to my mouth and I lick up my mess greedily.  As Master finishes his inspection and finding me worthy of his time, he finishes with placing a large ring gag in my mouth.  “My pet’s mouth open, tongue out, understood.”

       Master John picks up the leash and heads out of the office with me in tow doing my best to keep pace.  We enter his bedroom, that I had not seen as of yet.  In the corner of the room he had a dog cage placed.  Obviously, he had thought the details through.  “Your bed”  he says.  His bed was a king-sized four-post bed with numerous areas to attach slaves.  Various floggers crops and canes decorate one wall.  An area with open shelves displays dildos, vibrators gags and plugs.  “Every slave here wears a butt plug,”  as he reaches through his assortment and pulls one off the shelf.  “Ass up,”  he commands and I respond.  Master unceremoniously push the plug in my ass and tugs the leash to lead me back out to the main room. 

       He leads me through the room and toward the guest quarters to the first door.  It’s a small guest bathroom.  The seat has been removed and a small note placed on the tank, Pet’s bowl. “This is the only place you are to drink from, pet,” and he waits.  “Now!” he states with some authority.  I hadn’t really thought of this scenario.  Slowly I lower my head into the bowl and with some difficulty because of the ring gag, lap a bit of water into my mouth.  It only takes me a second or two to realize I really need to pee. 

       As I’m trying to figure out a solution to my pee problem, Master tugs on the leash and leads me back out of the bathroom.  Down another hallway toward the slave quarters and kitchen.  There is a full kitchen staff preparing lunch.  Through the kitchen and to the dining area he leads me.  Finally out the door and into the spacious yard.  Out into the grassy area on leash, “Pet pees outside.”  I look up into his intense blue eyes, he’s not joking.  I really am at the point of no return and squat best I can and finally just relax and go.  I have no way of cleaning myself and that doesn’t please me.  Not a second behind a house slave appears out of nowhere with a wet cloth and I feel her wiping me clean.  Back through the house and into Master’s bedroom he opens the cage door and I enter.  He unclips my leash, shuts and locks the cage door.  “You will need a nap, it will be a busy evening, pet.”  With that I’m left in my cage to contemplate my choice and try to nap.

Pet part II

       As I’m curled in my cage the events of the afternoon are swimming through my brain.  The ring-gag keeping my mouth wide open and continually drooling.  My pussy drooling as well from my predicament.  Sleep is far away.   Slowly I feel my nipples hardening.  I realize I’m all by myself, locked away.  I know I shouldn’t.  I try and resist.  In no time at all my hand slides down my belly and between my legs to my clit.  I no sooner feel my wet pussy and the bedroom door flies open.  “BAD PUPPY!”  he yells.  I know I’m in big trouble.

In seconds, he has the cage door open and has me by the pigtail dragging me out and down the hallway.  I desperately trying to crawl to keep pace and take the strain off my scalp.  We end up at the end of the slave wing into what is obviously the dungeon.  He stops in the middle of the room and roughly releases my hair. 

       I immediately try and figure out how to show Master John that I’m sorry.  I drop my mouth to his shoes and lick vigorously.  I let out a very quiet high pitched whimper.  “You can whimper all you want but all the sucking up in the world will not get you out of punishment, pet,” he says in a firm unmoved tone. 

       I hear footsteps but no better than to lift my head to find the person.  “Well, what do you have here, John?”  a strong male voice asks as a feel his hand run over my ass and back.  “This is pet.  She is here for the weekend.  I think you and I talked about me finding a new pet for the house,” Master John answers, “and it’s taken her all of 10 minutes alone to find herself in trouble.  I think that’s a new record.”  Both men chuckle at the thought. 

       My pigtails yanked up once again and I’m staring face to face with the dungeon Master.  A long string of drool is hanging from my chin; my eyes are puffy from holding back tears.  “Well, what would you like me to do with her,” he asks Master John.  “I think I will let you have fun with her and find her pain threshold,” John responds with a grin. He turns on heel and heads out the door.  

       Dungeon Master, who I name Pain, leaves me slumped on the floor while he goes about preparing.  I know better than to move, look up or around.  When he returns, he attaches cuffs to both wrists and ankles.  Then the blindfold goes over my eyes.  I feel a firm tap on my ass with a crop, “Up now.”  I stand up and my arms pulled above my head and apart.  “Legs wide,” I feel a kick at both ankles, and hear the click of a hasp closing to attach to my ankles to the floor. 

       Master Pain runs his hands over my tits then down over my crotch to my pussy.  He teases my clit, and I fight the urge to let out a moan.  “Pet is awful wet.”  He pulls his fingers away and wipes his hand on my cheek.  I feel rope start to wind its way around each tit.  Its tight enough it’s slightly hard to breath.  A pair of clamps is placed on my nipples causing me to make the slightest sigh.  “Let’s have some fun.”

       In what seems like mere seconds I feel the crash of a long flogger hit my back with moderate force.  Master Pain quickly picks up speed and intensity.  He is not getting the response he was likely looking for as a stick my ass out to reach the flogger and moan deeply as my pussy gets wetter and wetter.  He stops abruptly and slaps my face catching me completely off-guard. “This isn’t for pleasure, Slut,” he growls at me. 

       This time there is a pause as I’m left hanging spread eagle waiting.  I hear the whistle of the cane as it crashes against my right ass cheek.  I let out a loud yelp.  “Looks like I got your full attention now, Pet.”  The cane swishes again and lands on the left cheek.  He waits for each stripe to take full effect before landing the next.  Master Pain lands stripe after stripe across my ass and thighs.  He has me crying in earnest, wishing I had the ability to beg for some mercy. 

       There is a pause again.  Someone else has entered the dungeon, presumably another slave from the click of the heels.  “Why have you been sent, Slave?”  Master Pain asks.  In a soft trembling tone the slave answers that a visiting master has been unhappy with her cock-sucking ability and wishes for her to be detained in the dungeon until he comes to punish her.  “Works for me,” is all he says.  I hear the movement of what sounds like large pieces of furniture.  Seconds later my blindfold is removed.  “Pet, you need to watch and learn.” 

       My eyes accommodate to the light and I see a narrow bench with a very large dildo attached.  “Start licking and sucking that cock now, Slave,” Master orders.  My ass is still burning from the cane as he walks over to me, “let’s give you one more thing to think about as I take care of that worthless cocksucker,” as he dangles a few sets of nipple clamps in front of me.  He pulls my pussy lips apart and places two clamps on each side and gives a firm tug.  Last he stand and looks down at me and lifts my chin.  “Tongue out.”  I comply, not liking what inevitably is coming next.  He takes the last set of clamps and attacks my tongue.  The drooling now triples, and I can’t retract my tongue into my mouth. 

       Master Pain now turns his attention back to the slave girl who continues to suck the large dildo slathering it in saliva.  “Get your cunt on that cock now Slut,” he barks.  She jumps at the order and begins to longer herself gently onto the giant.  I know understand why she so liberally drooled all over the dildo.  His hand finds her shoulder and pushes her onto the awaiting cock.  He produces a small super ball from his pant pocket, the kind you would find in a gumball machine and slides in between her pussy lips against her clit.  He attaches her wrist cuffs together and then to the bench behind her.  Each leg is bent at the knee and her ankles attached to the bench behind her as well.  Her full body weight now forcing down on the cock, with the little ball pushing against her clit. 

       Literally in seconds she’s wiggling and trying to lift her weight without success.  He bends over looks in her eyes, “absolutely no cumming, understood?”  “Yes master,” she squeaks out.  Just when I think her torment is complete, he returns from the corner of the dungeon with a collar on a long square piping.  He attaches it in front of the slave to the bench and clamps her neck in pulling her shoulders and arms taut. 

       Finally Master brings a fair sized dildo on a machine out and up to the slave’s face.  Using a clamp he ratchets open her mouth then sizes the depth of the dildo until she gags.  Pleased with his placement, he turns on the machine and the dildo starts fucking her mouth.  “Enjoy” is the last thing he says to her as he turns his attention back in my direction.

       By now my tits are covered in drool, there is a puddle of pussy juice on the floor between my feet and my tits are giant purple watermelon.  “Don’t think I forgot about you, Pet,” Master says, as he yanks the clamps off my nipples causing considerable searing pain.  He follows by the clamps to my tongue and finally my pussy.  He replaces the blindfold and I wait.  The ache in my shoulders is starting to become more and more noticeable to me, until I feel the snap of the crop over my right nipple.  I let out a howl of discomfort. 

       “I see I have your attention again,” he taunts.  He goes to work with the crop over my breasts, smack after smack after smack.  I’m crying again before he eases back.  He undoes the ropes around the base of my breasts and the blood flow returns causing a new sense of pain.  I’m hoping with all of my heart he is done with me.  I would be wrong. 

       I feel the crop land on my right inner thigh, then the left. Back and forth as I yelp in pain.  He crashes the crop right over my pussy.  Then again and again.  “Don’t bruise her too bad, Carl,” I hear off in the distance.  Master John has returned to the dungeon.  “That’s cool,” Master Pain responds, and lands one final thwack on my pussy. 

       My blindfold is removed and I’m face to face with Master John, “I trust my pet learned her lesson.”  He doesn’t wait for a response, and walks away.  Master Pain undoes my cuffs and helps me to the floor.  He leads me to a small cage in the corner of the dungeon.  “Get some rest” he says and walks off.

Pet Part III

       After the punishment I had received, I felt exhausted and drifted off into a restful sleep, despite the ring gag and the cramped little cage.  I was awakened a few hours later with a sharp bang to the top of the cage.  Master Pain is staring down intently and unlocking the cage door.  Before I’m completely alert his hand is around my collar forcibly dragging me from the cage. 

       “Time for you to thank me properly for your punishment earlier, Pet,” Pain growls as he’s sliding the zipper down on his black jeans.  I’m staring forward directly at his crotch waiting for his cock to emerge, knowing better than to sneak a peek at his face, despite my desire to do so.  Master Pain moves his pants just enough to pull his thick cock and balls out and present them to my mouth. 

       My wide-open gagged mouth immediately moves to engulf his cock, as I feel the slap to my face.  “Don’t you dare put your mouth on my cock without permission, slut,” he demands, “lick my balls clean. Now!”  I extend my tongue and begin to lap away at his sweat covered balls, like it was an ice cream.   His already long thick cock is growing and slapping against my face, as I continue my task.  I reach up to stroke his cock and keep him hard when I feel another slap to my face.  “Dogs, don’t have hands,” he reminds me, and I quickly lower my hands. 

       After a few minutes, Master Pain grabs my pigtails and pulls me off his balls.  He puts the tip of his cock onto my tongue that is protruding from my open mouth.  He takes aim and begins to gruffly my mouth.  I can’t move away, he has a firm grip.  In no time at all I’m gagging and gasping for air, wishing to feel relief.  His huge cock has taken every inch or room that my mouth and throat has to offer and is looking to work its way to my stomach.  I have no choice but to comply and fight the urge to pass out as he pumps his cock and pulls my head closer and closer to him.  I feel his balls tighten against my chin and his cock swell ever so slightly more, as he pulls out of my mouth and cums all over my face, dripping to my breasts and belly. 

       He releases his vice-like grip on my hair and pets me softly on the head, as I drop to all fours coughing and choking.  “Good Pet” he says catching his breath and continuing to pet me on the head.  That’s when I started to feel just how wet my pussy was and how much closer I was getting to feeling the need to cum.  I rub my head softly against Pain’s leg.  He doesn’t push me away, but continues to pet me and repeat, “Good girl, good pet.” 

       After a minute or two Master Pain reaches down and clips a leash to my collar.  Unbeknownst to me, Master John has been standing behind us watching the entire scene.  Pain hands off the leash to Master John.  I feel a sharp tug on the lead and without a word, I’m lead out of the dungeon. 

       Through the main house and out into the yard we go.  As soon as we are near grass, Master John gives my leash a tug and looks down at my still cum covered face, “go pee, last chance for a while, pet.”  I try and decide where a good spot would be and wonder if there is any way to do this with any grace, knowing the answer to the question.  I spread my thighs and squat slightly, feeling the need to urinate but not being able to start.  “I’m counting to three…” is all he said.  I knew my time was short and was finally able to let go, not wanting to find out the punishment for peeing on the floor of the house, or having to spend the night covered in my own urine.

       As the last few drops finish, my leash is tugged on and Master John is leading my back into the house.  He calls out for one of the house slaves.  My leash is once again handed off and I’m following her down the hallway again into the slave bathroom.  I washed off and dried off.  My pigtails fixed.  Within just a few minutes I’m following the slave girl to my bowl.  I’m beyond thirsty and don’t care at this point that I’m lapping water from the toilet bowl.  Softly in my ear I hear the slave girl giggle at me.  I stop and blush, water dripping from my agape mouth.  I look up at her; she’s got a grin on her face and continues her little giggle.  What she hasn’t get realized is that there is one of the visiting Masters behind her watching the scene.  She dries my face and tugs my leash as she turns on heel to find herself face to face with the Master. 

       She freezes immediately and drops her head.  He extends his right hand and she places my leash in it.  “Here, Pet,” he calls me much like he was calling his dog at home.  I ease past the slave and come to a halt right in front of him, and sit.  He gives me a quick pat on the head and takes a step toward the quivering slave girl.  “Pet, turn around, sit and stay.”  I quickly comply and he drops the lead on the ground. 

The Master steps to within a few inches of the slave and lifts her chin to look directly into her eyes.  “You think its funny do you?” he asks with an edge.  She tries desperately to break his stare.  He lets her chin go, her head immediately drops, her eyes on the tops of his shoes.  “Knees! Now!” he barks, as she is dropping before the words are completed.  The Master takes her by the hair and drags her to my bowl.  “Your turn, Slut,” pushing her face first into the toilet.  Much to my surprise she fights back, pushing away from the bowl with her hands.  The Master obviously irritated by the slave’s boldness, raises his voice, “I said NOW, slut!”  She shakes her head and pushes away again. 

The scene has now started to attract attention to others in the house.  “What’s going on here?” I hear from behind me, the cool even tone of Master John.  The slave’s color now was draining to almost grey, drops her head all the way to the floor.  The Master starts to relay the events of the last few minutes.  Calmly, Master John asks the visiting master to take my leash and lead me into the main room, while he deals with his wayward slave. 

My feelings are conflicted as the Master leads me from the scene.  Part of me was pleased she was being punished for laughing at me and part of me felt very bad knowing a sister slave was about to receive a punishment partly because of me.  I hear her cry out as we enter the main room.  The Master stops and I know best to stop next to him.  “I’m guessing this is for you,” he states as I eye the cage now placed near the entry way of the main room.  He unclips my lead and opens the cage door.  “In you go, Pet,” as I crawl into the cage and turn around.  He closes the door.  “Good girl,” he slides his fingers in between the bars on the cage.  I gently lick them.  “What a good little puppy,” was his last words as he leaves me alone in my cage.

After a brief wait, Master John enters the room and approaches my cage.  He opens the cage door and walks over to the sofa.  I don’t move he hasn’t called me.  “Okay, Pet, here girl.”  I feel an odd sense of pride as a crawl my way out of my cage and to my Master.  I stop at his feet and sit, eyes down.

“Okay, a few things, one I’m sorry Slave M was mean to you.  Trust assured it will not happen again.  Second, I’m having several people over tonight.  You will watch only from your cage.  You haven’t received enough training for me to allow you to play with my guests.”  I drop my head ever so slightly, feeling somewhat disappointed.  “Ah Pet its ok, you will have your fill soon enough, if you choose to stay with me.”  Master John reaches down and picks at my pigtail.  My pussy is oozing and my clit throbbing as he works his hand down my chest and over my breasts to my nipples.  “On your back,” he orders as he slowly pushes me backward and I kick my heels out to my side until I’m flat on my back.  “Legs open wide,” as my thighs are already falling to each side.  His fingers find my clit in my folds and there is no hiding the fact there is a puddle of my own juice forming beneath me. 

“Wow, you are a horny thing aren’t you slut?”  He starts working at my clit, massaging, pinching and flicking at it.  Then slide one finger, then two into my pussy.  I try to lift my hips off the floor and meet his fingers with my cunt.  Soft moans and pants are escaping my still wide open mouth.  “Pet wants to cum, I see,” he mews at me.  “Beg Pet.”  I do my very best to whine and pant and beg to cum.  I continue to writhe and meet his fingers with my pussy as deep as I can.  “Cum, Pet, Now!”  I explode with an orgasm, seeing stars, panting and gasping, losing all sense of time and space.  It seems to go on and on forever.  Master John continues his ministrations.  One after the next, the orgasms come, my clit and pussy aching from the assault.  I find that space where time and place stand still and I’m floating. 

I’m starting to return, Master John has returned to sitting on the sofa, as I recover from the prolonged excitation.  As I open my eyes I catch a glimpse of his face, he seems satisfied with himself and with my reaction to his touch.  I come back to earth and work my way to my hands and knees with the plan of returning to my position kneeling in front of Master.  I look up while changing position only to find that I once again had drawn a small crowd of Masters now sitting around the room with their own slaves. 

I turn and sit at Master John’s foot.  “What do you think, Gents?  Is she gonna be a keeper?” he says smugly.  I keep my gaze down.  The discussion begins on my reaction, the number of orgasms, my responsiveness and recovery.  They are all speaking as though I weren’t in the room and my pussy began to react yet again.  Finally the consensus reached, that I should most likely be invited back.  That the addition of a pet to the household would be most enjoyable and my eagerness seemed to be genuine.

Master then returned me to the cage in the entrance way.  The rest of the evening was spent watching various play between the multiple slaves and masters.  I wanted badly to join in, I wanted even more to touch my clit and pussy, but had definitely learned my lesson earlier in the day. 

As the evening ended, Master John led me to the cage in his bedroom.  I slept more soundly than I had in my own bed in quite some time.  When morning came, Master John got me out of my cage, removed my gag, butt plug and collar, and asked me to join him for breakfast after cleaning up in the slave bathroom.  Once I’m cleaned up, I return to the bedroom to find Master cleaned up and waiting for me.  I still remember my place and drop to my knees and wait for him to address me.  My clothes and bag are on the bed.  He states that I may get dressed and join him in the dining room.  With that he leaves.

I dress hurriedly and meet Master John in the dining room.  I haven’t eaten since I’ve entered his estate.  We discuss my return.  He encourages me to take the next week to mull over the decision to return to him.  Master informs me that he will not except any answer for at least 10 days time, wanting me to consider ramifications carefully.  Finally, he hands me a large manila envelope and tells me that it has a full explanation of his expectations, medical forms and a slave contract.  He reminds me I have a long drive home and that I need to be on my way soon.  I have no idea the time of day, it’s almost noon.  At that, I’m back in my truck and on my way back to my day to day life to choose my path.