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I have been under Mistress Rhonda’s tutelage for about
three months now. During our time together mistress has
taught me well on how to behave, and I take pride in
that I seem to succeed in giving my mistress pleasure,
both mentally and physically.
Two weeks ago mistress informed me that I was going to
attend her to a gathering of her friends. My mistress
had been contacted concerning a little get together, and
she volunteered to bring me along as her pet “lap dog.”
Keep in mind that her term for me has nothing to do with
where I sit, but as to what I do best. She told me to
meet her at her house on the following Saturday, and
that all I should wear was a loose shirt and shorts.
I arrived on time, and entered mistress’ home, she told
me to only take off my shirt this time then to assume my
normal position, which is on hands and knees. Mistress
then put on my accessories, first the ankle cuffs where
put on, but without the short chain between them. Then
came the wrist cuffs, they did have the chains in place.
Then finally my collar was locked into place.
I knew that dangling from the front ring was the tag
that proclaimed me as “Property of Mistress Rhonda.” She
had recently purchased it and I remembered my
embarrassment as she tried it on for size at the store
where she had the engraving done.
She then bent down and attached her leash to the ring,
and asked me, “Is puppy ready to go out?” I replied by
panting and shaking my ass in an assemblage of wagging a
tail. We went out through the garage and I climbed up
into the car.
During trips in the car I am allowed to sit up, safety
is important, and my shorts where on just in case, you
never know when one might get pulled over for a
defective taillight or something. I could tell my
mistress was nervous. She proceeded to remind me of the
rule. Never speak unless spoken to and even then
remember that I was her dog. I was to be on my very best
behavior, and if I should embarrass her in any way I
would regret it for a long time.
I could tell by the tone of her voice that this
gathering was very important to her, and I set my mind
on not letting her down. We where now near our
destination, the neighborhood was upper middle class,
very nice, but not opulent. Mistress told me to remove
my shorts and I proceeded to wiggle out of them.
We pulled up into a the long drive and found a place to
park. The house sat back away from the street and a tall
privacy fence surrounded the yard with the exception of
the gate, which had been left open.
Mistress opened my door and I climbed out onto the
drive. Mistress now attached the connecting chain to my
ankle cuffs, these and the ones on my wrists allowed me
enough movement to crawl, but still restricted my
movement. She gave my leash a slight tug and gave me the
command to heal.
The driveway was bad enough, but the path leading to the
front door was embedded with small rocks that were
killing my knees, but I knew better than to whimper a
complaint at a time like this.
A middle-aged woman greeted my mistress at the door,
probably in her late 40’s. They hugged, and then
mistress and I where led in side. As I came in the older
woman commented, “Why that’s a nice puppy you have
there,” as she patted me on my head. We then went into
the living room and several other women greeted my
mistress warmly.
After the initial welcome, my mistress introduced me to
our hostess, “Now dog, this is Mistress June and
friends. All the women here are to be treated as you
treat me, and all of them are your mistresses.”
“Well not quite,” interrupted Mistress June, “that one
over there is not a mistress, just one of my
playthings.”
I followed her point to the doorway connecting to the
kitchen. Standing there was a pretty young blonde woman,
dressed only in a tight corset and holding a tray of
hors d’oeuvres. She was very petite, with long blonde
hair and blue eyes.
Normally I would have called her attractive, but she was
looking at me as if I were pond scum. “Now don’t worry
puppy she won’t bother you,” Mistress June informed me,
“Its just that she doesn’t like males at all.”
With that taken care of Mistress Rhonda handed my leash
over to Mistress June. “I don’t think we’ll be needing
this leash, he looks to be a well behaved puppy, now
aren’t you?” cooed Mistress June and I replied by again
panting slightly and wagging my tail. She removed my
leash and rubbed my hair.
“Oh dear,” said Mistress June. “This little doggy
doesn’t have a bone, I think he should have one.”
Mistress June disappeared, but returned shortly with a
harness, dildo and a tube of KY jelly. She put the
harness on me, the strap that went down front started
off broad and slowly tapered down.
There was a hole in the broader part wide enough for my
penis an balls to fit through. She put some jelly on the
dildo and slid it into place. The dildo was wide and
about 7″ long, it was starting to stretch my insides
when it finally was in far enough to run the strap over
it and buckle it into place.
Next her hands pulled my balls away from my body and a
wide leather strap was cinched down around my scrotum.
The fit was snug, but not so as to cut off circulation.
A long leash was attached to a small ring on the strap
and then run between my legs, up over my ass, and draped
across my back and shoulders.
Mistress June then went over to the coach and got
comfortable. She hiked up her dress to her knees and
whistled for me, “Come here doggy, now put that face
where it belongs.”
I obediently crawled across the floor as quickly as I
could and ran my head up the tunnel that her dress made,
it was no surprise that mistress was not wearing any
panties. I felt the leash being pulled off my back and
the slack being drawn in. “Do a good job puppy and
follow my instructions, and we won’t be needing this,”
Mistress June instructed. “If your performance isn’t up
to standard or you are slow to follow a command I’ll
have to reprimand you like such.”
A sharp tug on the leash sent a flash of pain up my
balls. The pain wasn’t drastic, just enough to inspire
me to do well. “Now service me lap dog,” was her command
and I started to lick her pussy.
I kept my tongue moving about never staying in one place
too long. I could tell by the flow of her juices and her
soft moans that I was doing my job well. She pulled her
legs up higher, resting her feet on my shoulders. “Fuck
me with your tongue, dog,” she ordered and I did so
quickly.
She was nearing orgasm, when she said “Deeper dammit
stick it in deeper,” this was followed by a pull on my
leash that was harder that the last. I ignored the pain
and stuck my tongue in as deep as I could. Mistress June
tensed up and drenched my face as she came.
I kept lapping away, cleaning mistress’ pussy until I
was commanded to stop. Mistress June got up, patted me
on the head and complemented me by saying, “That’s a
very good doggie.”
I glanced up briefly to see my mistress, she caught my
eye and looked at me sternly, I knew better than to look
up at her, but before I lowered my head again I could
see a small smile creep across her face. It made me feel
good knowing that my mistress was happy. I was ordered
back to the center of the room and the leash was placed
on my back again.
The socializing resumed, and for the most part I was
ignored. Every now and then one of the mistresses would
call for me and I would go and service her. Judging from
the scarcity of my leash being used I assumed I was
doing well. The only thing that bothered me was the
blonde slave. She kept staring at me with such evil
intensity as to make me shiver.
At one point she was standing behind me serving someone,
and as she turned to move she drove the back of her calf
up against the butt of the dildo shoving it deeper into
my ass.
I knew that it wasn’t a accident. After awhile the
ladies began to head out the back door. I heard mistress
June instructing her slave to tidy up the living room
while they took a dip in the pool.
As soon as the patio door was closed I looked up only
see the blonde staring at me, with a very nasty grin on
her face. She had something planned all right, but first
and foremost she was a slave and had a command to
fulfill. She set about quickly cleaning the room,
finally when she was done she focused her attention back
on me.
I dare not move, for all I knew this could be some kind
of test. She snatched up my leash and hissed at me, “You
are going to do every thing I say or I’ll pull your
balls clean off, got it?” With that said she savagely
yanked on the leash and my arms turned to rubber from
the sudden shock.
I regained my composure and nodded my head. She lead me
over to the couch, where she got down on her knees in
front of it and rested her torso on the cushions. She
spread her cheeks and told me to worship her ass. She
yanked on the leash again, but not as hard, and I
proceeded to lick her ass like there was no tomorrow.
“Come on now, ream me real good you worthless mutt,” was
her comment as she yanked the leash some more.
I began to run tight circles around her puckered
butthole. My balls were beginning to throb from all this
abuse, but still she continued. I could feel her
sphincter relax a bit, and she ordered me to ram my
tongue up her butt. I hesitated momentarily, and my
apprehension was rewarded with another violent pull on
the leash. I started to tongue fuck her asshole
furiously, hoping to abate her assault on my balls.
Fortunately for me, the session was ended when a call
for some drinks came from out back. She ordered me back
to the middle of the room and then left. When she was
called for I also learned the name of my tormentor,
Monica. I hoped that Monica would be kept busy for the
rest of the afternoon.
The patio door was opened and I was called for. I went
out back to find the mistresses still in the pool
skinny-dipping. Mistress June said, “Now won’t you be a
good doggie and dry me and friends off as we get out.” I
yipped my approval and crawled over by the pool steps.
As each mistress got out she would stop in front of me
and I would lick and suck their pussies dry. After the
last one had gotten out, a towel was laid out for me and
I was instructed to lay down for a while, while the
ladies went inside for a little bit.
About twenty minutes later Mistress June came out and
ordered me up on my hands and knees, she removed the
leash, the strap, the harness and dildo. She told me to
follow her, which I did. She lead me down a hall into
what had once been a study, but had been converted into
a playroom.
There where all sorts of toys and devices hanging on the
walls, in one corner was a sink and cabinets. But the
main point of interest was the table in the center. It
was long, narrow, and padded. On the sides there were
various cuffs in place, one was set in use at the
moment. At the far end of the table stirrups where
installed and I could see that someone was strapped into
them. My mistress was here and she came over to me and
removed my ankle and wrist cuffs.
Mistress June ordered me to stand up, and as my point of
view changed I could see that it was Monica on the
table. She no longer wore the corset, but she had been
gagged and clamps where biting deeply into her erect
nipples. A chain connected the clamps.
Mistress June told me that one of the other ladies had
witnessed Monica’s abuse of me, and that she had been
brought here for punishment. Rather than a flogging,
Mistress June had something else in mind. It was now
6:15 and until 7:00 o’clock I could do as I wished with
her, so long as it didn’t leave any marks on her.
Monica tried to plead through the gag, but to no avail
for both the mistresses left and closed the door behind
them. Monica was still defiant, her gaze burned through
me, daring me to do something. I went to the cabinets,
found some lubricant, and greased up my cock. “Lets see
how she likes her ass reamed with this,” I thought to
myself. As I approached the table Monica pulled at her
bounds. I grabbed one her thighs with one hand and
guided my dick up to her butt with the other.
As I forced my way in Monica rolled her eyes and
groaned. I started pumping her ass, enjoying every
minute of it. Since my training with Mistress Rhonda had
begun, this was the first real sex I’d been allowed
other than masturbation.
I reached forward and caught hold of the chain between
her nipple clamps and pulled it up. Monica’s breasts
were not very big, and soon I had them stretched out as
far as they would go. I was hoping to get a reaction out
of her, but she just stared at the ceiling, not even
making a sound.
This was not what I wanted, then it hit me how to really
exact my revenge on her. I went to the sink and cleaned
my self off, then back to the table. I lowered my head
between Monica’s open thighs and started to eat her out
with all the skill I could muster.
Soon she was wet, and I stood up and slid inside of her,
I reached forward again, but this time I took the clamps
off, and started to tenderly caress her nipples with one
hand and began playing with her clit with another.
Monica started to squirm and she looked up at me in
horror. Monica’s body was betraying her, she didn’t want
to come, but her pussy had ideas of its own. For ten or
fifteen minutes I continued my tender manipulations as I
slowly stroked in and out.
I picked up the pace, as Monica began to moan softly
through her gag. My dick started to swell, and as I
erupted inside of her she tensed up and her whole body
spasmed. I just stood there holding onto the stirrups
for balance as I slowly regained my senses.
My dick was starting to go limp, and I looked up to see
Monica’s eyes piercing me with ice blue hatred. I had my
revenge, but I hoped that the day never came that the
tables might be reversed. The look in her eyes told me
that it was something I did not want to experience.
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