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Pet Show Ch. 01

By: lipspomegranate



I arrived in my Master's city wet and intrigued. As usual, I had been given a set of instructions, but these were sparse: I was to check in to my hotel, text Master of my arrival and simply wait. I was not to attend to my appearance. Being "an over-achieving bitch", I felt my appearance was pretty much taken care of anyway, so was not alarmed by the imposition of this restriction.

Upon texting of my arrival in my hotel room, Master's response was brief: Submit to the visitor. I was now confused, intrigued and aroused. I loved to feel my Owner's tight controls, especially any instruction that demanded I submit to others for His pleasure. I wondered who He was sending; perhaps a work colleague, a friend, or was he simply sending up the Concierge? I could feel the rise in adrenalin and my senses heighten as I waited for a knock on the door. Beyond the room, I could hear the elevator announce its arrival on the floor, and the doors ding open to deliver my unknown visitor. 

I slipped a finger into my cunt and checked my arousal levels. I was incredibly wet. It was confirmed: I was a complete whore. I wiped my slicked finger across my top lip, scenting myself as my Owner frequently demanded of me; I enjoy the smell of my slippery cunt so much that it works to maintain my state of arousal. 

The expected knock at the door arrived. 

But it was not what I expected. There were two women standing there and they had with them a considerable amount of equipment. They were dressed in tight white uniforms and were immaculately groomed. I smiled at the realisation that Master had sent me two beauticians. What a treat! A slim brunette with finely sculpted eyebrows and glossy pink lips introduced herself as Marilyn. "Your Master sent me," she said, intriguing me further with her use of His title and obvious understanding of my position. She moved swiftly into the room carrying a large tote bag, and was followed by a woman lugging a folded beauticians table. She appeared of Indian descent, in her late twenties or early thirties and had an enviable shape: large breasts, a small waist and long legs. Marilyn introduced her as Ameera.

"I am to inform you now of what is to happen," Marilyn began. "You will be prepared by Ameera and myself to the instructions and satisfaction of your Master. You are not to resist anything that we attempt to do in the preparation of you for Him. We have been told that we are to phone your Master should there be any problems." She smiled broadly and winked. "Although I'm quite sure there won't be."

Ameera set up the long table, and a number of lotions and items on the bureau. Marilyn began to undress me. I intruded my own hands upon her task. "That's okay," I assured her, "I can do it." 

"Bitch — please be aware that this is what we have been instructed to call you — you have not understood the terms: you are not to resist ANYTHING that we do to you, including undress you. Submit. Totally. You will enjoy the experience so much better." Marilyn placed my hands back at my sides and returned to unbuttoning my blouse. 

Within minutes, I stood before the two women completely naked, blushing, and in a state of high excitement. My nipples were erect and my mouth dry as the realisation formed that these two were clearly not your standard beauticians... 

I laid back on the beauticians table and submitted to the gentle ministrations of Ameera as she bathed my whole body with a warm cloth soaked and wrung with floral scented water. I closed my eyes and followed her hands through the sense of touch, as she removed my makeup and cleansed my face and neck, as she lifted my heavy breasts to bathe the skin beneath them, as she swiped the warm cloth across my nipples, down my belly and around to my hips, my pubis, my thighs, my calves and my feet. 

"I am going to dry you off now," Ameera announced, briefly tugging on the tiny Victorian-style padlock that pierced my cunt lips. Then, applying an unexpectedly novel approach, she blew her warm breath on my legs and this she continued to do in gentle spurts along my skin. She had just started blowing against my cunt lips when Marilyn applied a strip of hot wax to my eyebrows. The skin seared beneath it, a feeling I was not unused to having long been an advocate of waxing for beauty. A moment was held in which the heat on my brow and the soft blowing on my cunt had my senses acutely engaged. Then Marilyn whispered, "Now" and, at the same time the wax strip was ripped clear of my brow, Ameera's tongue speared into my cunt, cleverly navigating Master's padlock piercing in a way a cock never could. 

My eyes and mouth flung open. I shut them quickly. Was she actually sucking on the piercing itself? There was a slight tugging on my cunt and the collective sense of warmth and wetness appropriate to the experience of being stimulated by a hot mouth. 

Meanwhile, Marilyn continued her ministrations on my eyebrows. Then moved her waxing fervour to other parts of my body where she inspected for stray hairs with the serious intent of a Bolivian customs inspector. My bald cunt had been done quite recently and so no further waxing was required, although she did take to it with a pair of tweezers. The tiny pricks as individual hairs were plucked clean contrasted with the leisurely sucking and licking of my labia and its surrounds. 

Marilyn finished her plucking and Ameera's attention to my cunt was supported by the addition of her hands which she slipped beneath my ass, lifting it so that my cunt was feeding right into her face. The exquisite sensations of her mouth were only interrupted by the sound of small clicks, one after the other. My eyes flew open and toward Marilyn. She replaced the mobile phone on the table. "Photos for Your Master. On instruction." Of course, Master always enjoys the evidence of His creativity where He cannot be present Himself. I closed my eyes again. 

Within moments of focusing on Ameera's ministrations, I came hard in her mouth. She pulled back quickly and smeared my cream up around my asshole and into my sphincter. She moved around the table, up to my head, gripped the sides of my face and proceeded to kiss me, inserting her tongue in my mouth so that I could taste my own cunt juices. I sucked her tongue clean and licked around her lips before whispering my thanks. 

"Legs up and spread, bend at the knees." Marilyn lifted and spread one of my legs by way of guidance. She held it in place. I lifted the other and found Ameera ready to hold it in its raised and spread position. Then I felt my ass penetrated and my anus flooded with a warm fluid. Oh God. How humiliating. Surely Master must've known that this would mortify me? I knew of course that this was the point; beyond my preparation was Master's desire to humiliate and mortify me into submission for Him. As the enema did its work, any small blemishes on my skin were covered with concealer and set with powder. 

"Please," I whimpered. And was lifted by the two women off the table and into the bathroom where my bowels expelled the last remnants of the meagre sustenance I had consumed in the last twenty four hours. Then once again, my cunt and asscunt were thoroughly bathed and scented.

Back in the room, the women applied my makeup and styled my hair before piling it on top of my head with curls cascading down to my shoulders. My neck and chest were further powdered to a blemish-free existence. When I looked at the effect in the mirror, I was struck by heavy dark lids, black lashes, glossy brown lips, pale skin and auburn curls.

The next half an hour were spent filing, painting and glossing over long fingernails and toenails. I marvelled at their attention to detail and felt as an Egyptian princess might feel being pampered and attended to by her female slaves. The irony, I knew, was that the only person truly enslaved in the room was me.

"Right, we are done here." Marilyn passed the makeup brushes to Ameera for packing away. "You must now remain here naked for Your Master. Do not get dressed nor alter your appearance in any way. Simply sit." I thanked the women as they departed and closed the door after them. 

Then I sat.

Pet Show Ch. 02



I sat quietly and waited. From the end of the bed, I looked out the hotel window and observed the building site opposite. There were a half dozen men ambling around scaffolds perhaps ten meters from my window. The curtains were open. If any of them happened to look this way, they would see me naked, sitting with my legs spread wide and facing the window. The knowledge of this aroused me. It was a game of chance: would one look this way in time?

I pinched my nipples and rubbed the hard buds as I watched the builders on the site. If I were not bound to my position by instruction, I would have enjoyed the idea of pasting my naked body against the glass, leaving a wet cunt smear like graffiti to indicate that I was here and boldly declaring my wanton nakedness to the bare-chested labourers opposite.

But I am a compliant whore and I longed to hear the knock of my Master upon the door. I realised that my asscunt was empty and fretted quietly whether or not I should move to plug it. Did the women overlook my plug? Did Master intend that I should remain unplugged? Although this, I fretted further, would be counter to all I knew and understood of him. If I stayed put and was found plugless by Master, would I be punished? Would I be punished if I moved to insert the plug?

My fretting occupied the next ten minutes before I heard the door handle turn. I relaxed. Master would cane me anyway, as was His right. There was no need for further anxiety. I turned to watch Master enter the room and noted the increase in my pulse and growing desire when I saw Him. Master's large frame stood over me. "Hello, my little bitch." He brushed aside the hair from my neck. "Where is your collar?"

"In my bag, Master," I answered. "I was not told to put it on. Did I do wrong, Master?"

"No, bitch. I have a different collar for you tonight." From his bag, He removed a thick leather, heavily-studded collar with a large ring at the front. Hanging from this ring was a silver disc upon which was engraved "Anal Whore".

"Thank You, Master." I bent my head forward as Master attached the collar around my neck. When this was a done, I felt that a precautionary first move was in order: "Master, the women did not have me re-insert my plug. I was told not to move once they left and so, Master, I am not plugged." This last came out in a breathy rush of anxiety, although I knew that the worst case scenario was also the best case scenario: Master would lose his temper, beat me and then fuck me mercilessly. In my rational brain, I understood that the omission of plug was not adequate a crime for this kind of response, and yet displeasing Master or raising His ire was undesirable in that it evoked feelings of failure and disappointment in me.

"Again, bitch, you have done nothing wrong. I have a special plug for you this evening." Once again Master went to his bag. "Bend over the bed, bitch, and spread those ass cheeks for me."

Happily I complied in the hope that Master would probe my anus with His fingers, as He was generally wont to do upon inspection of my asscunt. Instead, I felt His fingers between my cunt lips and penetrating deeply inside of me. "There's no lube, like a naturally produced one, my little whore," Master observed, smearing my juices over my asshole and then pushing his thick fingers in my tight ring. Then, as if suddenly possessed, His fingers pistoned in and out of my ass in a rapid-fire digital fucking of my hole.

"Master! Permission?" I gasped.

"Cum, bitch!" Master commanded. And so I did, my cunt gushing a torrent down my thighs, spraying both our feet. At which point Master once again, took my cunt juices and pushed them in and around my pulsing sphincter. 

"This is your plug for this evening, bitch. What do you think of it?" Master placed before me a large metal tear-shaped bulb, the size and thickness of a prize-winning eggplant, which tapered to a tight neck from which protruded a small metal ring.

"It is very big, Master. It will make a gape the size of Luna Park's mouth," I noted warily. "My brains could fall out of my ass with that one."

"Lucky for you, bitch, you shall be well stuffed either with a plug or cock, not that there shall be any requirement for your brains this evening anyway." He fingered the ring on the end of the plug. "See this? I'm going to attach your leash to this ring and you will be lead around by your asscunt. It's your best feature anyway. There's no reason why people should care what your front looks like, when they have your asscunt to consider." 

Master lubed up the plug and my asshole and proceeded to insert the bulb. It was like giving birth backwards -- tying to stick it back in. Horrendous. My forehead broke out in a sweat. I gasped and whimpered and focused on remaining still. Eventually, Master managed to push the plug all the way in, leaving only the ring protruding and nestled between my ass cheeks. It felt like I was carrying a house brick in my ass. I imagined it would soon feel better as my ass adjusted to the size and shape.

"Right, bitch," Master smiled. "We're ready. Grab your coat and let's go."

"Master, may I dress first?"

"No. Coat only."

I stood hesitantly as Master attached the leash to the ring between my ass cheeks. I dreaded my future humiliation, which was now assured given my state of nakedness. Master walked towards the door and tugged on the lead. I felt my insides yanked towards my sphincter. He looked at me pointedly. "Now!"

In coat and stilettos, I tottered obediently after Master.

I followed Master out of the hotel foyer and into the street. He held my leash loosely by His side as He walked, whilst the other end of the chain was lost beneath the hem of my thigh-length trench coat. If I walked too slowly or too quickly, Master would pull on the leash, which would in turn raise the bottom of my trench coat, risking exposure of my naked, plugged and leashed asscunt to the world. This awareness ensured that I maintained a steady pace a step or two behind Master, at an interval He was content with, as demonstrated by the state of the leash.

Master hailed a cab and opened the rear passenger door for me. I slid into the cab, feeling the plug penetrate more deeply into my anal cavity as I sat down. The leash hung between my legs.

"Legs open, bitch," Master instructed as He slid into the cab next to me. He tugged on the leash chain and lifted it so that it pulled against my cunt lips. I opened my legs as I glanced at the profile of the driver; he was focused on the road, but my guess was that his ears were very much trained on the backseat at the sound of Master's directive.

Master slid His finger between my legs. "A slick cunted whore, as usual. Very good." He pulled at the top button of my coat so that my breasts were exposed. "Consider this the driver's bonus, bitch," Master informed me as he pulled my breasts free. I caught the driver glancing back in the rear view mirror and noted the stretch of his neck as he craned to see more.

Legs open, cunt wet and breasts on display, I watched the scenery pass. Master had given the driver an address. As a non-resident of the city, I had no idea where we were going; suburbs flew by and my understanding of where I was in the world slipped by too.

The evening was a balmy one as dusk began to cede to dark night. Before long, the car turned into a long driveway leading up to a large, landscaped property in what appeared to be a semi-rural area. There were small lights lining the driveway up to the house, where a portico framed an ornate double front door. 

"Put this on, bitch," Master instructed passing me a simple black, half-length face mask. I put the mask on as Master paid the driver; the mask covered my eyes, nose and cheekbones, ensuring my mouth was easily accessible. This, I knew, would be by design. The mask served to heighten my fear and excitement of what was in store for me. 

"Come, bitch." I felt a tug on the leash, prompting me to slide out of the car closely behind my Owner. 

The front doors stood wide open and I could discern music and chatter, but could not see anyone to welcome us. "Master, where are we?"

"Where is not important," Master responded as the cab disappeared back down the driveway. "From here on in, you are on display, bitch. Do not disappoint me."

I followed after Master into the entrance hall. "I hope I never shall, Master. But what are we doing here?"

"Consider this a pet show, bitch. You'll be inspected, sampled and expected to perform tricks. I will be instructing you in what is required. But you will be compliant and accommodating to all the members."

"Members, Master?" I whispered breathlessly, hurrying in Master's wake. "Pet Club?"

"Sadistic Dominant Club, bitch. Enough talking. You will not take off your mask whilst we are here, do you understand?"

"Of course, Master. Instructions in basic English are easy for me." I grinned.

"Two stripes for cheekiness."

"Sorry, Master." My humour was supposed to diffuse the anxiety I felt of being lead into a room of sadistic dominants. Of course Master tossed that one in breezily and the inclusion of the "sadistic" descriptor may have just been for effect, but the analogy of a deer into a lion's den seemed fitting here.

"No speaking unless you are asked a direct question or you are responding appropriately to an instruction."

"Yes, Master. Not even to ask permission?"

He turned to me. "It's a pet show, bitch. If you need permission for anything, you'll bark for it." 

The lion's den was a large lounge in a fusion of navy and tan, with glass, leather and suede the dominant textures. It was stylish and masculine and devoid of personality. The double French doors opened onto a contrasting scene of green landscaped lawns, neat hedges and resplendent and blooming nature. In this setting idled men from twenty-something to sixty-something, invariably holding a drink of some sort.

"Master!" I whispered urgently from our position at the doorway. "Where are all the other pets?"

"Two stripes for speaking without permission." Master took my coat off me. "Do not fret, little bitch. You will have company. I believe there will be one other pet attending."

I was now naked and standing fearfully at the edge of a room of some thirty or so dominants and my Master instructed me not to fret. Some instructions are simply not realistic. 



Pet Show Ch. 03



A middle-aged man with silver hair and a deep tan greeted my Owner with a handshake. Master nodded to me. "This is my bitch," he announced by way of introduction.

Silverhair looked me over with no attempt to hide his inspection. He did not talk to me, rather addressed my Owner. "How would you like us to refer to her?"

Behind my mask, I waited with interest, confident my Master would not offer up my real name.

"Bitch, is fine. She is accustomed to this." My Master stroked my hair once.

"Excellent." Silverhair smiled and turned to me. "Welcome, bitch. I look forward to using you."

I looked to Master who nodded at me. "You may respond, my little bitch."

I smiled at Silverhair and thanked him for the welcome. I restrained myself from mentioning the deep flush that coursed through my body at the thought of being used by him and the vague sense of humiliation that he understood that I was there to be used, like a whore, my Owner's fuck toy for passing around. I swallowed my rising sense of shame and blushed instead.

Noticing the display, Silverhair grinned and slapped Master on the back. "Well done. She still blushes like a virgin despite being a whore."

"This is her first showing," Master explained. "She has been in training until now."

"How long have you had her?" Silverhair asked helping himself to my right breast, which he lifted and cupped curiously. I remained impassive whilst he handled my body.

"Two years," Master responded.

"Difficult to train then was she?" Silverhair pinched my nipple roughly as if testing his theory.

Master looked at me. "Perhaps. But I consider the investment to have paid off. She is now as I desire her."

I felt a warm rush and sense of deep gratitude to my Owner for having persisted with His wayward bitch.

"Spread your legs and bend over, slut," Master commanded, "and let our host inspect your bitch holes."

Dutifully I bent over, supporting myself with my hands on my knees. Fingers were inserted into my cunt and I felt them exploring my slickness before being removed. I felt my hair pulled, forcing me upright.

"Clean our host's fingers, bitch," Master instructed, His fingers still proprietarily entwined in my hair. I took Silverhair's hand and sucked my juice off each of his fingers.

"You have a nicely compliant bitch," Silverhair observed to Master, addressing him by a name with which I was not familiar. "Why don't you take her into the garden and prepare her for the inspection and judging?"

Master released my hair and pulled lightly on the leash attached to my butt plug. I was sorely in need of asking what Silverhair meant by judging, but did not need to know enough to risk my Owner's wrath for speaking without permission. Strangely, I was more relaxed about being inspected than I was about being judged. What if I did not pass muster? What if I failed in some way? How could I possibly hope to measure up, when I had no idea against what I was being judged. And worse, what if, in not passing, I brought shame to Master? The idea of disappointing him was abhorrent to me. Then I simply remembered Master's key piece of guidance to making him happy: "Do everything I say and follow all my rules." I exhaled. It was simple after all.

Master led me out the patio doors to a darkening sky and a paved area framed by spotlighted perfumed hedges and landscaped lawns disappearing into a growing darkness. He turned me to face him. "Bitch, you need to relax and remember to breathe. If you keep holding your breath, you're going to pass out. I'm not going to let anything hurt you. Do you believe me?"

I nodded. "Yes, Master, of course."

"In five minutes, the group will gather. I will give you instructions. You will comply with them. You will be used by me and by others. You are not to hesitate, question, challenge or negotiate. If you have questions or concerns now is the time to voice them." Master waited, looking pointedly at me. I smiled back from behind my mask. "None then?"

"I trust You, Master," I stated.

"Good girl. Let's go then." Master pushed me to my knees. "You will crawl from here, bitch."

With my ass in the air and my pendulous breasts swinging from my chest as I moved, I crawled after Master. Returning inside, He positioned Himself to one side of the room and indicated that I should sit at His feet, as I was used to doing.

Silverhair took the floor and began to speak. He welcomed my Master by the name with which I was unfamiliar, and welcomed another man who stood casually on the other side of the room with a curvaceous blonde kneeling at his feet. She sat obediently, her gaze firmly rested on the floor in front of her. I noticed that she did not look up at any point as Silverhair spoke, and could only assume that she was constrained by gaze restrictions. From each of her pert nipples hung a silver ring and these two rings were linked by a silver chain. On her right hip was a tattoo of a pair of shackles under which were six numbers I assumed to be her slave number.

Before I realised it, Master was tugging the leash and I was propelled into the centre of the room.

Master yanked briefly on my leash and said "Kneel."

I propped myself up on my knees and straightened out my back so that my pierced nipples sat forward and alert.

"This is my bitch," Master announced to the room matter-of-factly. "She's two years old with me and is a dedicated anal whore. When taken by her asscunt, bitch squirts and gushes her whoredom all over the place. One should be prepared with flood insurance. When it comes to cock in her ass, she is an insatiable bitch, taking it without complaint even when her bitch hole is swollen, bruised and ginger from constant buggery and abuse." Master pushed the back of my head. "Bitch, asscunt up."

In response, I turned and put my face to the floor and my ass in the air. Master prodded my thigh with his boot. "Open for inspection." I reached around and drew my ass cheeks apart.

"Bitch becomes very wet at the thought of her asscunt being penetrated," Master informed the men observing. "If you were to insert a finger into her cunt hole at this point you would find it excessively well lubricated. Does anyone wish to see this for himself?"

My thighs started burning with the effort to hold my torso up as my hands held my ass cheeks open. I hoped a volunteer emerged quickly. Happily one did. I could not see the kind of man who stepped forward on Master's invitation, but I did feel a thick digit push through my labia and slide through my slick cunt, to emerge coated in my whore juices, as was established by the volunteer's pronouncement of "Bitch is more soaking than a car wash." His finger was placed at my lips and I dutifully sucked it clean. 

"Bitch is so wet in anticipation of being used in her asscunt," my Owner continued, "that her body provides its own lubrication. I simply smear her cunt juice around her bitch hole, like this, and more cunt juice runs in anticipation." Master inserted a finger into my anus. "Bitch has no control over her body and has relinquished all control to her Owner. Observe how I make her cum within moments." Master began rapidly pistoning his finger in and out of my asscunt, until I barked for permission to cum. "Cum, bitch," Master allowed and, on cue, my cunt gushed forth onto the carpet.

"A very impressive response," Silverhair observed, "but not so great for my carpet. She is a messy little whore then?"

"Unfortunately, yes," Master agreed, calling for his cane. I received two swift and painful stripes for being a dirty whore and spraying my cunt juice over the carpet. Then Master called for a bowl. "Bitch, you will not cum unless it is into this bowl." 

"Yes, Master, with pleasure my Lord," I responded obediently, hoping my aim had improved since last time I attempted to fill a bowl in the midst of Master's brutal attentions. Truth be known, I was not keen on improving my aim too much as whatever landed in the bowl, Master inevitably made me consume.