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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.