6 comments/ 41518 views/ 13 favorites The Pet Ch. 01 By: gagothchick The year is 2015, three years since the world's economy collapsed. Every country experienced a deep depression, technology was at a standstill due to the break down in the world's economy, small business owners went bankrupt, major companies started cutbacks on spending and laying off workers, unemployment sky rocketed. Only the already wealthy and famous thrived. Then France tried something that shocked the world to improve their economy and it worked so well other countries adopted their idea. They legalized slavery once more. Slavery was not limited to race or class. There were blue collar labor slaves, house slaves, office slaves, and even slaves trained and sold for sexual services. A father could sell his own daughter or son into slavery or they could sell themselves ad "indentured servants" but it was all the same. Along with the new legalized slavery came new laws. Sex slaves were for personal use and could not be sold for prostitution, labor slaves had to be treated humanely, and many more...but of course as with any law those were often broken. Most countries including the United States adopted change of their way of life but some remained "Free States". Canada was one such Free State but after the high number of escaped slaves pouring into their country and other countries demanding their property back with even threats of military force, Canada closed it borders. This is the story of one such young girl sold into bondage and the story of the person who brought her. Chapter one Mira Chambers walked down Rodeo Drive with the stride and slight swagger of confidence. She knew she turned heads even dressed in her casual designer jeans and blouse. People stared as she walked past not just for her beauty, for she was beautiful standing five eight with long tan legs and a great figure and her long brown slightly curly hair blew in the breeze. But Mira was more than beautiful. People Magazine rated her as the sexiest female in the world. People also stared at her for another reason as paparazzi's snapped her photo. At twenty one Mira Chambers was one of the most famous celebrities in the world as an actress and singer. She started in the "business" at age twelve when she won a role on a sitcom and evolved into a great actress and singer. Even with the collapse of the economy people still loved their guilty pleasures and two of those pleasures were movies and concerts so celebrities were almost immune to the poverty that struck the world. Mira would flash a smile and give her fans a seductive look with her sky blue eyes as she waked and every once in a while she would stop and sign an autograph for a fan and then resume her purpose for the day. Mira was excited for she turned twenty one three days ago and now she was of legal age to own her own slave and today she was going to buy her first pet. Mira walked into the "pet shop" that sold human pets and was greeted enthusiastically by the sales clerk. "Ms. Chambers, this is a pleasure. How may we help you today?" The sales clerk said as Mira walked into the shop and shook the clerks offered hand. Mira read the young lady's name tag, "Yes, Michelle, I am looking for a pet. A sex slave to be exact. Female." The clerk flashed a nice smile and ushered Mira into a private back room and soon the celebrity was seated on a plush red leather sofa, a glass of fine wine in her hand, and offered some finger foods which she declined. After some small talk with the clerk about more of what she was looking for a series of girls we brought out one by one to be displayed for the young star. Blondes, brunettes, and red heads were shown to the girl but none struck Mira's fancy. Oh they were all beautiful and seemed very well trained and obedient, but Mira wanted something unique. L.A. was full of beautiful girls and most that were shown to her had some form of cosmetic surgery to enhance their looks. Mira wanted something different. The clerk, getting flustered she did not have what Mira was looking for, sighed. "Well, I do have one girl that just came in last week. She just turned eighteen yesterday so now we can sell her as a sex slave but ummmm....well, Ms. Chambers she is not broken in yet. Oh she is not belligerent or disrespectful and is actually very submissive but umm...well no offense Ms. Chambers, but she will need someone with more experience to handle. See...she is a virgin and untrained." That peeked Mira's interest and did offend her slightly. Mira was now 21 but she was not an innocent. She was known on set of her movies, her now cancelled TV show, and on her concert tours to be promiscuous to an extent but very discreet. She lost her virginity when she was fourteen to the male actor who played her uncle on her television show...he was 32...and they had a brief and sexually kinky affair. When she was sixteen she seduced and had another brief and even kinkier affair with her blonde co-star who played her best friend on the show, but Mira ended it and had the girl fired off the show when the blonde got too serious with her and wanted more. It was during her affair with Lilly Ainsworth that Mira discovered another side to herself...a darker side. She discovered she could be cruel and sadistic to her female lovers and liked to hurt them and their tears excited her very much. She would tie Lilly up in various ways and positions and use various sex toys and instruments of "torture" on the blonde. Mira discovered that the girl's tears and begging, and whimpers, and even her screams aroused her in ways she never thought possible as she flogged, whipped, and used things such as nipple clamps and anal toys on the girl. But with her male lovers she was different. She liked her male lovers to take control of her. She did not like being tired up or enjoy pain inflicted on herself but she did enjoy when a strong male took control of her and used her body for sexual pleasure. Mira hated submissive men and they did nothing to arouse her. "Bring her out." Mira replied to the sales clerk in a snapping voice. "Yes, Ms. Chambers." Mira sat up in the sofa and took a sharp breath as the new girl was brought before her. This is what she was looking for. The girl looked about sixteen but the clerk assured her she was eighteen and had the legal documents to prove it. The girl was small...only standing five two per the documents and weighing one hundred pounds. She had straight fine black hair that came down just past her shoulders to the middle of her back and had eyes the color of high quality emeralds. Mira made a motion with her hand and Michelle nodded. "Strip, girl." She commanded the young brunette as Mira looked over the documents. Mira read the girl was indeed a virgin, but she would have her own doctor verify that before she made the purchase. As Mira started to read the file and as she read the girl's name, Camille Sinclair, she heard the girl give a whimper that was pleasing to her ears and looked up to see the petite brunette with her back to the wall, shaking her head, and still dressed. The look of fear on her face excited Mira. "P...p...please...please don't do this to me. Why are you doing this to me?" The girl begged in a whiney voice with a Southern accent. Mira liked the accent. It was not a strong drawl that she had grown up with in her home state of Tennessee and worked grueling hours and hours with a voice coach the get rid of. The voice was soft and pleasant and the accent was subtle and ladylike. The clerk grabbed Camille's leash around her neck and pulled her close to her. "Strip, girl." She commanded again and once again the young slave shook her head was rewarded by a slap across her left cheek. "I will not tell you again, bitch! Do as you are told or I will have you taken to the training room once more." Mira noticed that made the girl more fearful and she nodded and started removing her clothes, which were just a pull over light red tunic, bra, and panties. As she undressed slowly the clerk turned to Mira. "I am sorry, Ms. Chambers, she is actually very submissive but as you can tell has not been trained as of yet. We did have to place her on the paddling machine yesterday since she was not eating enough and we were afraid she would lose some weight and as you can tell she can't afford to lose much." Mira nodded, "I see...tell me about her. Who sold her and where is she from and other information?" "She is from Charleston, South Carolina. Her family is one of those old Southern aristocratic types...we verified her ancestry and they can be traced back to the founding of the city. She was brought up and taught manners, attended etiquette classes; she was a member of the St. Cecilia Society as was her mother, grandmother, so on and so on. She attended debutante balls and was groomed to be the perfect Southern Lady." Mira nodded, "I see...so what happened? How did she end up here?" "Her father brought her in. Apparently her mother died when she was eleven and he was never the same mentally. After a series of bad investments he lost the family money, their home that had been in the family for generations and generations and then once the Depression hit he was left penniless and had no other family but his daughter and became a little unstable. Well he brought her to California...his intent was to sell her as far away as he could from Charleston and we brought her from him. He did stipulate she was not to be sold as a sex servant but honestly, while she is very intelligent and scored almost perfect on her Intelligence test and scored high on the I test, she is weak and would not make for a labor servant," The clerk paused and gave Mira a sheepish grin, "plus we did buy her and we own her now and once eighteen we are able to sell her as a sex servant so here she is." Mira nodded and looked back at the young slave, who was now naked but had one arm across her breasts and the other arm down her stomach and her hand covering her private area as she clinched her thighs tight together. Mira could tell even with the dark blush that covered the girl's body, Camille's completion was smooth and pale. Not unhealthy pale but an alabaster color that Mira found most refreshing with seeing nothing but golden tan girls of L.A. and she loved how the pale skin mixed with the girl's almost jet black hair. Mira found it seductive and sexy. Camille then looked up at Mira with tear filled eyes and Mira had never seen eyes of such green brilliance and thought of sparkling emeralds. Mira got off the sofa and walked to the scared girl. "Place your arms by your sides, Camille?" Mira asked when she stood in front of the shorter girl. Camille shook her head. Mira sighed, she had thought to play the "good cop, bad cop" routine with the girl; her being the good cop and Michelle being the bad cop; but she decided it best to let the girl know who was in charge right off. She was going to purchase her if everything checked out on her. Mira grabbed the girl's leash and pulled her so hard it made her stumble forward and she would have fell on the floor if she had not fell against the taller girl. "Do as I say, you little bitch! You think that paddling machine hurt...well let me tell you something, that is nothing compared to what I can do to you." Camille looked up into the beautiful face and blue eyes of Mira Chambers and of course she recognized her for her she was. She used to watch her television show, saw her movies, and even owned some of the brown-haired girl's CD's. She also thought Mira was beautiful and now up close and in person she thought she was more so. Camille also saw something else in those cerulean blue eyes and saw cruelty there and that scared her and she knew Mira Chambers was not making idol threats. Camille dropped her arms to her sides. Mira let go of the girl's leash and patted her head, "Good, girl. Now let's look you over. Open your mouth." Camille blushed even deeper as Mira checked her over like she was buying a horse. Mira checked her teeth, which all were there and they were straight, white, and perfect. Next she reached up and ran her fingers over Camille's dark brown nipples and massaged them a little until they became erect. She smiled that the other girl actually closed her eyes and made a small whimper. Camille's breasts were small A cups and Mira liked how her dark nipples contrasted with the girl's pale skin and how her nipples became rather long when erect. She would not get the girl any cosmetic surgery on her breasts. She found the very small breasts sexy and so different in a city where almost every girl with a B cup or less gets her breasts enhanced. Mira then stepped back and her blue eyes roamed up and down the girl's body. She was skinny and a little boney but Mira again liked that. Her pubic hair was trimmed but unshaven. Mira thought the girl was very pretty...more cute than beautiful. She then grabbed Camille's hands and examined the finger nails. They were a nice length, trimmed and shaped well. She dropped the girl's hands. "Turn, girl," Mira ordered and with another slight whimper of shame Camille turned. Mira looked over the girl and smiled. Camille's butt cheeks were red and bruised. Mira liked the butt. It was small but well-shaped and round. It was an extremely cute butt. Mira then ran her fingers through the girl's hair and found it soft and fine and she examined it for split ends and found none. She could tell Camille was well groomed even before she came into the pet shop and took pride in her appearance. Mira liked that. Mira walked back to Michelle and smiled, "So shall we go into your office and negotiate? I think I will take her." The clerk smiled. On a young virgin being sold to Mira Chambers her commission was going to be wonderful. She led Mira to her office as a handler came in and took Camille back to her cage. After forty-five minutes of negotiating Mira came out of Michelle's office. She felt she did well. She paid a good and fair price for Camille Sinclair and Michelle even threw in the GPS tracking implant and the bar code tattoo for free. As Michelle walked Mira to the door they made the last arrangements. "Did you want us to brand her or tattoo her with your symbol, Ms. Chambers?" Michelle asked. "Branding would hurt more correct?" "Yes, Ma'am. A great deal more." Mira smiled, "Then we will have her branded but I want to be there when it is done." "Of course. Do you want us to train her and take her virginity?" Mira shook her head, "No, I will do that. My physician will be here tomorrow to examine her and when I get his report I will pay the rest of what I owe." "Yes, Ms. Chambers. Once that is done we will have her shipped to you. You address in Beverly Hills?" Mira opened the door to the pet shop and put back on her sunglasses. "Yes that is fine. You have been very helpful, Michelle, and I look forward to playing with my new toy." Mira giggled as she walked back onto Rodeo drive. She was excited and giddy. She was going to enjoy her new pet a great deal. The Pet Ch. 01 The Pet Good evening Sir's and Ma'am's. Please if you will allow me to share with you a story. A story that might, or might not be true. A story about a dominant couple somewhere in the southern United States named Master and Princess. Now they have a few slaves, and a pet. This story however deals with the pet. More specifically the creation of their pet. As with anything else, Princess and Master wanted a specific pet. Something that would be truly theirs. A human pet, a puppygirl. Master & Princess found their pet several years ago, she came to them as a he. A slave that was unsure of itself, with self image issues as well as gender identity issues. Over the coming months and years they carefully and patiently helped her become her and come out of the shell. As she developed into Stephanie they couldn't have been happier with the choice they made as Stephanie loved them both and eventually gave up all her worldly possessions to belong to them. Once Stephanie had surgery she was finally happy with herself. No longer having to feel that male appendage hanging there and embarrassing her when she was wearing fewer clothes or when Princess & Master had her in no clothes at all. Finally able to fully live as a female in all aspects of life. From the clothes she wore, to how she looked naked, and her role when it came to sex. Sure she had been the female for awhile, but there is something to be said about having a well endowed male member sliding in and out between your legs that imagining just doesn't cut. Waiting the year for Stephanie to heal after surgery was hard for Princess & Master as they desperately wanted to start creating their pet. Because she needed to heal physically they were resigned to doing the more mental side things. She could spend some time as their puppy but nothing for a extended amount of time. However they did do training sessions for her, teaching her tricks like Sit, Roll over, fetch, beg, etc. You know, the standard dog tricks. More and more she took her meals from the floor in a bowl, and more and more she was required to take her water from a bowl next to the food bowl. The more they worked with her as their pet, the more Stephanie reveled in it. If only she could've seen what they had planned for her I wonder if she would've been so enthusiastic. Of course if they could have seen what Stephanie thought about being their pet, their permanent pet, then perhaps they would have moved things along faster. The making of a pet Master and Princess had been planning for this day for a very long time. Spending countless hours networking to find the right people, and carefully choosing the things to be changed on their pet to make her, perfect. The night before she was to go with them to the veterinarian Princess ordered Stephanie into her bed, and cuddled her as it would be the last night that Stephanie would be able to do such a thing. Princess spent several long hours doing the things that they loved. Holding each other, gentle rubbing, perhaps even a bit of teasing too. While they were snuggled close Princess asked Stephanie how she felt about going to see the vet the following day. Stephanie replied that she was quite excited and was very very much looking forward to getting to do a scene with this new friend. Princess proceeded to inquire what if it wasn't just a scene. The reply that she was given was typical, Stephanie replied that she would love to be modified to fit what Master and what Princess saw fit for her. That there wasn't anything she would put up a fight on. She was after all, theirs. Drifting off to sleep in Princess's arms, Stephanie had wonderful puppy dreams about chasing a tennis ball and sex. More than once during the night she woke Princess as she nuzzled against her, and once even nuzzled in against Princess's breasts. Princess just smiled and held her closer, while she thought about what was to be done to her beloved girl. The next morning Princess was woken early despite being up late watching her puppy sleep. She woke the puppy by gently kissing her lips, and licking her ever erect and sensitive nipples. A perfect way to wake up. As she became more and more coherent Stephanie thought back to their conversation the night before about the scene today, being more than just a scene. Wetness began to form and run out onto the bed sheet. She knew she was going to be in trouble for sure. First up for the long day was a thorough bath followed by excess hair removal. Emerging from her bath primped and with her hair dried and tied up in pigtails complete with bows, puppy played around in the living room pushing her ball from one side of the room to the other before the wandered over and greeted Master by nuzzling the inside of his leg and licking his hand softly and quickly. Master responded by rubbing puppies head and pulling her into him for a long hug. He told puppy how proud he was of her for agreeing to completely submit to their wishes. Master said that he thought she would be a much happier and a much better puppy when they were home again. While Master was tending puppy Princess busied herself by loading the pet cage into the back of the car and making sure that it was secure. She also ran a small chain through the side of the cage so that puppy could be restrained and not hurt herself from the excitement or from fear. The last thing that Princess did was to drape a blanket over the cage leaving the door exposed. It wouldn't be very good should puppy be seen tied naked in the cage. With all the preparations performed, Princess attached a leash to puppies collar and led her toward the door. Before they exited Princess knelt down in front of puppy and reminded her that this was for her, to become the best puppy she could be and that Princess and Master knew that she'd make them proud. As Princess gave her leash a tug leading her out the front door and towards the waiting car, puppy held her head high and walked with pride. Daytime trips were a rarity for puppy as she knew the danger that went along with daytime trips. Patting the back of the open car Princess guided puppy into the cage. After securing the chain to her collar, she unhooked the leash and closed the cage door. She fiddled with the cage covering making it so that nobody outside the car could see into the cage, but allowed them to look back and make sure that she was behaving and not up to mischief. Puppy loved mischief sometimes, as all good puppies seem to. Master slid in behind the wheel and putting the car in drive, pulled out of the driveway and into traffic. Because she couldn't really see out of the car, puppy quickly got bored and laid down closing her eyes, trying not to focus on the things that were to come, and the things that she hoped that were to come,feeling a bit more wetness seep out and slowly trickle down her leg. Pulling up in front of the nondescript veterinary office, Master put the car in park, then looked back at puppy for a long moment. Puppy was of course up and looking forward at her owners, with their eyes locked briefly and Master smiled because in her eyes, he saw that she was eager to undergo anything that they would want her to. Princess quickly got out of the car and after opening the cage and swapping the chain with the leash, helped puppy from the back of the car and began leading puppy towards the entrance to the building while Master closed the back of the car and hurried to catch up to the pair heading into the building. Master and Princess talked with the receptionist as puppy set down on the floor and looked around the empty waiting room. A door opened beside the receptionists desk and a young lady in a white coat stepped out motioning for them to follow her. Princess took the lead keeping tension on puppy's leash making sure that she was following. Master brought up the rear watching his two lovely girls. Again the white coated lady held open a door, this time to what appeared to be a operating room. On the walls were the typical cabinets and counters. There was a large refrigerator, with the clear sliding doors, inside were vials and bottles of every shape and size. In the middle of the room sat a large stainless steel table. Hanging down from the ceiling were a set of lights, the kind used to brightly illuminate whatever they are working on. As Master patted the table urging puppy to get up onto it, she began to get nervous and tried to stay close to her Princess. Finally after not following the subtle directions, Master got frustrated and bent down and grabbed puppies collar and pulled her towards the table. Almost dragging her up onto the top of the table Master gently rubbed puppies head while Princess idly stroked and rubbed puppies pussy and still growing nipples, tugging gently. Puppy was lost inside her own head with the sensations that her beloved owners were giving her, she failed to notice the vet walk in carrying a clipboard and a pair of surgical scrubs for Princess & Master. After handing the scrubs to them, the doctor, who I don't recall hearing her name, went over her checklist making sure that her supplies and medicines were all in place. During a procedure was never the time to figure out that you were missing something that was essential, she remarked out loud to nobody in particular. About the same time that Master and Princess got their scrubs on, the doctor turned to puppy and pointedly asked if she knew what was going to happen today. Puppy slowly and unsure of things, nodded. Doc shook her head and said that she had to hear the words, that puppy needed to verbally agree to the following procedure. By hearing her words, she would be able to tell that puppy wasn't drugged or hypnotized or anything like that. She had to cough to clear her throat but finally told the doc that she was okay, and agreed to have anything done that was desired, or deemed needed by Princess & Master. Smiling the doctor turned away and said "Great! Let's begin!!" The Procedure Princess helped direct puppy to the proper place on the table, laid down, on her back with her Arms and legs spread. Master used some rope and quickly had puppy bound so that she couldn't twitch or jerk and mess things up. As The procedure progressed, the ropes would be removed, and then replaced as needed. Standing by puppies head, the doctor commented that they would be starting with puppies head. Since puppy had consented already, she didn't bother to explain anything further to puppy, afterall she is a puppy and they don't need to be concerned with such things. Moving a nearby rolling cart into position, the doctor picked up a spritz bottle of medicine and after opening puppies mouth, sticking the spray head to the back of her throat the doctor sprayed several times. She commented that they had to give the numbing solution a few minutes to numb and paralyze the throat and vocal cords. Hearing this puppies breathing speed up, and Princess looked down at her and smiled. Leaning in close Princess whispered, we know that you are excited by this. Reaching down and slipping a finger into puppies slightly gaping pussy, she pushed it in and out slowly. Princess was amazed at how wet puppy was. It was literally running down her leg! Positioning the light so that it shined down her throat, and putting on a forehead light, the doctor picked up her tools and telling puppy to open as wide as she could, set about her first task of the day. In no time at all the was removing the slightly bloody surgical tools and doing a final inspection on her work. Doc explained that instead of simply severing the vocal cords she left them partially intact. This would allow puppy the ability to bark and make other beastial sounds, but nothing as complex as speech. Nothing even close. Master and Princess smiled broadly and swiftly kissed each other. Step one was done. Looking down at puppy who looked worried, they both bent down and kissed her on the cheek. This seemed to reassure her. Swapping out the rolling tray for another, the doctor then moved to puppies Right Arm. Since Master was on that side, he untied the arm but stood close should he need to hold puppy still. Princess was busy holding puppies other, hand. The doctor picked up a syringe and began to inject a numbing solution into each one of puppies digits in several spots around each digit. Puppy turned her head so that she could watch what was going on. Holding her breath as the doctor picked up a scalpel and with a few quick and well placed strokes, puppies little finger fell into the waiting tray. Being well practiced the doctor left almost exactly the amount of skin flap needed to create a mostly smooth finished product. After a few more strokes all five of puppies right fingers lay detached in the tray. The doctor began to stitch up the flaps covering the knuckles, virtually hiding them. After she had all the stitches in place on the right hand, she bandaged the paw. It was now a paw, as with no fingers you really couldn't think of it as a hand any longer. Puppy really was a puppy. No doubt about it now, there was no going back. Princess and Master had decided that they would go all out on their pet. Moving around to the left hand, Princess gave puppies fingers one final firm squeeze, that was returned by puppy. The final time that she would ever be able to use her hand as a hand. In a few minutes she would have paws. Smiling, the puppy watched as the doctor repeated the same process on the left hand. Master reached over and began to stroke puppies breast, being sure to play with the nipple. Puppy moaned softly as she felt her moisture turn into more of a flow and begin to pool around her ass. Puppy had been on the table for less than a hour and had gone from Stephanie the sometimes puppy, sometimes Maid, to a full time permanent pet. Puppy was so excited thinking that she would be so happy to get home and rub herself to orgasm or maybe use Princess's hitachi if she could get permission, puppy remembered that she wouldn't ever be able to do these things again. Now that she had paws things would have to be different for her. While pet was focused on the pleasure that she was feeling, watching the doctor work with precise movements, she counted each clink that she heard as the doctor dropped the removed appendage into the pan, tears began to stream from her eyes. Princess saw this and quickly moved to stroke her hair and comfort her by softly telling her what a wonderful pet she was, and how happy she was making her owners. What Princess couldn't know, was that they were not tears of sadness they were in fact tears of joy. Puppy had dreamed and fantasized about things like this in the past, though she never shared them with anybody, it was like a dream come true to her. As the doctor finished bandaging her left hand, puppy leaned up as much as she could and licked Princess's cheek, smiling at her. With the forepaws taken care of, the doctor needed to work her magic on the rear legs and paws. Because of the future changes that were coming for the puppy, they decided that it was time that they put her under using some anesthetic. Princess and Master both really wanted to make pet watch as she was more and more dehumanized, but the doctor was more concerned with the problems that would arise should she only use the same method as she did removing the fingers. After a brief discussion, it was decided that they would instead videotape the procedure for her to be forced to watch later. They both feel very strongly that watching the changes take place was very important to her transformation. They had known that she was going to be put under anyway for later procedures, so this was just moving things up a little bit. The Doctor asked Master if he would please roll over the IV stand that already had several bags hanging from it. While he did this, she quickly used an alcohol wipe and had the IV started in no time. Connecting the tubing from one of the bags on the stand to pets arm and adjusting the drip, they all three decided that it was time to step outside and take a break. Pet on the other hand was still tied to the table, and only able to watch as a liquid unbeknownst to her, would put her into a deep sleep, slowly and steadily dripped down the tube and into her arm. However before long she wasn't able to focus on it much, her eyes kept closing, and soon she was breathing steadily, and fast asleep. Master returned to the room first carrying a tripod and video camera. As he began to set up the camera, making sure that it was aimed and zoomed correctly, the doctor and Princess walked in chatting happily and carelessly about the best recipe for New England Clam Chowder. Princess took her somewhat protective place along side puppies head and began to idly stroke her hair as she looked on. The doctor rolled over a stool and sat down, pulling up a fresh set of gloves. Adjusting the light, Master zoomed in closer, the doctor again picked up a fresh scalpel and set to work. This would take longer than simply removing her fingers, but her goal was to amputate the legs just above the knee. She would use excess skin from the lower leg to close the area left from the removal of the joint. The finished product should be a well rounded Stump. Perfect in other words. While the doctor worked and Master ran the camera, he was focused on the changes being made to his pet, and if the size of the bulge in his pants he was thoroughly aroused! Several hours after she sat down, the doctor pulled tight the final stitch. Everything had gone according to plan with no surprises. Pet was now a pet for the rest of her life. The doctor had a few more small details to tend to however. The first of which was pet's teeth. They simply had to go. This would mean that she would be on a soft food or liquid diet only but, honestly nobody cared. While the doctor wasn't a dentist strictly speaking, she knew her way around the mouth just as well as she did a hand or a leg. While she gathered the tools needed, Master packed away the video camera. He had zoomed in several times to pet's pussy, close enough that you could clearly see the excitement, even unconscious she was aroused! With everything gathered up, the doctor first used one of the dental devices used to hold open the mouth while dental work was performed. Ratcheting it nice and wide, as pet continued to sleep peacefully, she inserted the suction hose and began using a dental pick to pull the gum away from the first tooth she wanted to pull. Gripping it with pliers as Master firmly held down pet's head, a swift jerk and the tooth was out. Quickly she dropped it in the tray and packed the hole with gauze. Repeating this procedure over and over until she was pulling the last tooth. There had been a few teeth that had broken as she pulled them, but this wasn't a surprise as pet had bad teeth from the start. She changed out the gauze on the ones that were still oozing a fair amount of blood and prepared to do the final modification. Or Rather she was going to assist as Princess did the final modification of the day. From her bag she pulled a fairly small, nondescript box and handed it to the doctor. Inside were two items that, for lack of a better term were hearing aids. Master had found these while doing research for today many many months ago. It was a complete stroke of luck actually. They had been talking around what to do about their pet's hearing when this day came. While they didn't want to remove any of her intelligence, they couldn't very well have a puppy listening to their every word. As a real puppy wouldn't understand english, neither shall pet. These devices are set into the ear canal and using a tiny microphone and speaker, pickup sound and process what it hears. Master had been required to send in several recordings of his, and Princess's voice saying clear phrases. Things like Cum, Down, Sit, Present, Suck, Stay, Rollover, etc etc. Basically anything that they wanted pet to understand, they had to record. The processor in the ear piece then either allowed the sounds to continue on to the speaker facing the eardrum, or it converted it into a garbled mess. It was the perfect solution to the problem. The Pet Ch. 01 Here I am, a thirty two year old slave kneeling on the floor next to my Master in the coffee shop. Sure, I used to get strange stares, comments of all sorts, and asked to leave on a few occasions. But those were years ago. I am as common here as I am in the grocery store, the park, the post office, Master's work, and anywhere else really. I am my master's pet. I am collared, dressed in my outdoor wardrobe, and on my leash. The other end of my leash is just sitting on the table, but I'm not going anywhere. Man is better at being man's best friend. I am Master's companion, sexual cohort, servant, and pet of course. Anything Master desires, I am attentive to. Whatever he needs from me is his. All that I am, that I can produce, and every effort belongs to him. My Master's will is my will too. It was not always this way. When I was found I had just moved out of my parents home and into my own apartment. I was due to start college in a few weeks. I didn't go too far from home, just the next town up. I was able to keep most of my friends who didn't move away, and I was able to keep my job I had when in high school. My life was my own, and I relished it all. A few days before the beginning of the new school year, I was invited to a party. Not a frat party, but a rockin' house party. A couple of my friends were there, and they introduced me to this guy. My God, he was handsome. A former soldier, or so he said. He certainly looked the part. A little shorter than I, brown hair, the most gorgeous green eyes, handsome lips with the whitest teeth, built and I assumed hung as an elk. His pants looked like they were painted on, with little left to the imagination. And best of all, he was in three of my classes. Even if we didn't hit it off, I'd still have eye candy all semester long. A few drinks later, and a little more networking and my night was done. I had not seen the guy again that evening. Well, I saw him from across the room. He seemed to have no interest in me so it was time to move on and look toward better prospects. One was the comfort of my bed for a good night sleep. School started off great. I was engaged with my classes, liked my teachers well enough to stay, and there was Mr. Eye Candy in three of my four classes. His back looked like it was sculpted by Raphael or Michelangelo. Classes were lecture/survey based more than interactive. Completely not my style of learning. Half the information didn't even come from the books. Why the hell did I have to purchase them anyhow? Two weeks went by, work was an welcomed source of interpersonal interaction on my non school days. The cash in my pocket was welcomed relief as well. The last thing I ever want to be is a starving student. One should hunger for knowledge. No one should starve because coffers were emptied on unused book requirements instead of on food. Two more weeks went buy and I was in the groove. I had learned how to manage work and school, and still have a little "Me time" every week. This week I decided to go out with some new friends to a bar. Cover charge was low, and they took our ID's. Wrist bands color coated for our proof of age to drink were snapped on and we entered in. Oh My Lord, I had never seen such a place. Mixed gender, was alright. But it was a leather bar, and I was out of dress code. I got separated from my friends almost right off the bat. Couldn't back out now, I'm confident enough to make my way in here. And I pushed on. Found a quieter place to sit, had a beer I've never had before and just had to take in the whole place. I felt completely out of place, until Mr. Eye Candy walked up and said, "Hi. Steven, right?" He remembered me, but I couldn't remember his name for the life of me. I was star struck by his eyes when I first met him, his name went in one ear and out the other. He asked what I was doing there and if I had ever been to a bar like that before. We chatted for a long time, and I felt comfortable for the first time that night. I left with him, grabbed my ID from the front, and my wrist band was snipped off. Amazingly we went to the downtown malt shop. I couldn't believe one would still exist in this day and age of McName branded foods that have cheaper versions of the real thing. And this was the real thing. We talked till closing about school, family, and possible future careers. I really didn't have a plan, but the degree would come in handy in applying to better paid jobs. He kinda smirked at that. But he did drive me back to my home, and kissed me good night. I wasn't expecting it. I popped the biggest woody, and I'm sure he noticed it too. From then on, he was one of my study buddies. Every week he and I, or us and a couple others, would meet every week to prepare for the midterm (which was awful) and then for the upcoming final. Afterward, he would take me back to that same bar where we met, but this time in something closer to the dress code. I still wasn't into the scene but I did love the feeling of leather against my skin. Soon, I was wearing something leather all the time, usually picked out by him. Some of it was worn exclusively for him. It wasn't long before he picked out everything for me: what I wore to school, to bed, when I was going out he'd have something set aside for me based on the occasion. I ended up changing the underwear I wore just to make him smile. I gelled my air to a different style because he said I looked hot. I almost went broke getting newer clothes to replace a lot of my wardrobe. Thank God for second hand goods. He did teach me a lot about grooming, posture, manners that I didn't learn from my parents. He was really making me into a better man. When my birthday rolled around a week before the final, he asked me what I wanted. There were many things I wanted, but I was at a loss. Three months ago, I was a fully functioning independent man. I could made decisions on my own, assess without contribution... but now I needed his input to know what I was wanting for my own birthday. My mind slipped to the final, and I was actually mortified. I couldn't think for myself, and the final was a week away. But he simply stepped in and kissed me. All my fears slipped away. He asked, "Have you not been learning better by my side?" I had been. "Do you understand the subject matter?" I did. "Are you as confident in the subject matter as you are with knowledge of your work?" I was more so, actually. And, comfortable about talking about it at length with anyone. "You'll be fine, my pet." That was the first time he called me his pet. "Now, My birthday is two weeks after the final. How about we celebrate together?" I breezed through the finals, no hesitations or complications at all. For essay exams, they were rather liberating to talk at length about something I believed I knew very well. Each final, one by one, was easy, except for the one my boyfriend was not in. I know that I passed. I had to believe that. "D's equal degrees," is what my professor ended up saying. I never repeated the course. A week passed, and I never saw Him. I was a wreck. Didn't know what happened with him. The day of his birthday was coming up, and I was upset. Where was he? My friends took me out to party. It was the same leather friends and the same leather bar. It was what I was accustomed to now. I felt I belonged there now. Met this cute guy by the pool tables. He wasn't a talker, had almost zero personality. Maybe it was me, but I felt light headed and dazed after talking with him. I woke up in my home, in my bed, no memory of the rest of that night. I felt a little sick. Felt something else too. My ass hurt, and my felt like it was in a vice. I quickly pulled the sheets off and I found myself in a metal piece of "underwear". It wrapped around my waist and went up my ass. My boys were fully encased in metal. I couldn't touch or see them. I started to panic. In walked the guy from the bar. I barely recognized him in normal attire. I was ready to scream, but he grabbed me and muzzled me with a sock and some tape. It sounded like there were two guys in the room, but I didn't see. My eyes were covered quickly. I was tied rather restrictively. It hurt quite a bit. Then it felt like they were tying me to the bed. When I tried to squirm I couldn't. Every which way I tried to move my bindings held taut and kept me in place. I started to cry. I didn't know if I had started to piss myself, but I was scared enough to. It seemed like hours. The door of my apartment finally opened. The sound of footsteps creeped toward the room. I didn't know if the door was open or not. A familiar voice, though, "You passed every class my pet. The professors would have sworn that you were sitting next to me based on your essays, but they knew were you always sat. You never moved. The same desk in each classroom, two behind me and one over. From day one you were there, and they knew it." It was almost plagiarism. I used quotes from books and thought out examples. You spoke in generalities, but on the exact same issues. D's in every class. I guess you're not college material after all, or maybe just barely so." OMG. I was dumbfounded. When he started talking and I knew who it was, I was pissed. But as he described each of my essays, I was merely writing as if his shadow, and quite imperfectly. "No matter. Today is my birthday, and if you haven't guessed it, you are my gift. I must say, you are wrapped up nicely." My murmurings seemed to invoke a response. "Who would have paid to have you as you are. Perhaps your friends? I would have, but buying my own gift is kinda sad. But I know who did. It was your parents." The mere notion of that left me dumbfounded. I didn't believe him and started to try to scream and fight to break free. "Let me explain, my pet. Your parents know me. You introduced me to them. You seemed happier, more rounded personality wise, in better control over your life when I was basically telling you what to do, how to do it, and when to do it. So, when your parents asked me what I wanted for my birthday, since I'm practically part of the family now, I said that I wanted you. You and nothing else. And not as any equal or the like, but as my pet, my servant, my property. You are my property. Your parents will be here soon to explain it all to you." I just started to cry. The Pet Ch. 02 When Camille Sinclair was placed back in her small 8x10 cage she sat down on the small cot where she slept, bent her head down, placed her hands over her face, and starting sobbing. Since she had been sold into servitude mere days ago she had been subjected to terrible humiliation. From being poked and prodded and examined like an animal, punished horribly in the "training room" on that dreadful spanking machine, to being paraded around and told to strip naked like a whore in a bordello. Camille was not used to being treated in such a way. She was descended from one of the most prestigious families of Charleston and a member of that city's Southern aristocracy. Her life was not supposed to be like this. The Sinclair's of Charleston helped establish the small South Carolina colony of Charles Town in 1670 and her founding ancestor Henry Sinclair was only four steps behind William Sayle off the ship when he landed and established the small English settlement on the west bank of the Ashley River. Henry Sinclair was an English Lord and one of the Lords Proprietors that was loyal to King Charles II of England and helped restore the monarch back on the throne of England after the death of Oliver Cromwell. The Sinclair name was well known and respected among the Southern Aristocratic families. Camille herself grew up in her family's mansion on Tradd Street South of Broad where the imaginary line that separates the City's Who's Who from the rest of the world starts. She attended Ashley Hall School for Girls since kindergarten, she was a member of the St. Cecilia Society (one of South Carolina's oldest and most exclusive social institutions), she grew up taking etiquette classes since she was five, attended the city's most prestigious debutant balls and cotillions, was Christened as a baby and attended Sunday church service at St. Michael's, and was taught to be a true Southern lady; but her life changed when her father re-married when Camille was sixteen. After her mother's death when she was eleven, Camille took the responsibility of being the lady of the house at an early age. She grew to be very comfortable in that role and took care of her father, who took his wife's death very hard, and while Camille missed and often needed her mother she was determined to make the best of what fate had given her. But then her father married that white trash from North Charleston...North Charleston of all places! Soon Camille's was feeling the ostracism from the elite Charleston families. She was no longer invited to balls or cotillions, the young boys from the "right" families stopped calling on her, and she even felt the exile at school all because her father married a divorcee from North Charleston...a woman not born and raised South of Broad St. What Camille did not know was that her father and new step mother were squandering the family fortune with lavish and expensive material items and her father was making some terrible business investments, giving money to her step-mother's white trash family, and soon they were to lose it all. Camille's father was also changing. He was no longer the loving and kind father he had once been and became cruel and mean to his daughter but her step mother was worse. While neither physically abused her they did do other sadistic things to her. They would lock her room for days without food, refuse to let her go out of the house for weeks at a time, verbally abuse her with terrible names, and much more. Then her father took her to California and sold her into slavery. Camille was devastated and heart broken and terrified. She was a virgin and innocent in the ways of sex, oh she had boyfriends and would kiss them and once she did give one of her boyfriends oral sex, but she did not like it much when he had an orgasm in her mouth. It was not the taste or texture of the boy's cum, she thought it tasted pretty good actually and enjoyed the sticky substance in her mouth; no it was just wrong and nasty to allow a boy to do that; only white trash girls did that. Camille she was not naïve or stupid; she knew what she was sold into and what was expected of her. She had been paraded in front of potential buyers for days and they made her strip naked, examined her, and humiliated her. At first she was defiant but just one time on that spanking machine taught her to submit. Camille did not do well with pain. No one seemed interested in buying her and Camille knew why. She knew she was pretty but they all wanted someone with more experience sexually and with a better body than hers and to Camille that was fine. She was hoping that soon she would be sold as maybe an office slave due to her intelligence. Then today she was sold and sold to another female and that was just unnatural. Camille had nothing against homosexuals but she just felt same sex relationships were not right. True Mira Chambers was famous, beautiful, and wealthy; but she was still another girl and Camille knew what was going to happen to her. She was going to be forced to have sex with another girl. To lose her virginity, that she was saving for her wedding night, as a slave to someone she did not even know and to make it worse it was going to be another girl that took it. Camille Sinclair started sobbing harder and cried until she could cry no more and lay on the small cot and drifted into an emotionally exhausted sleep. Mira Chambers waited five days patiently but with anticipation for the arrival of her pet. Her doctor verified she was indeed a virgin and healthy and free of any diseases. The pet shop had implanted her pet's GPS tracking chip and tattooed the bar code on her right bottom heel to denote Mira was who owner, the girl's name, physical information, etc. and her new toy was arriving today. Mira had been busy the five days while she waited. She had her house prepared for her pet. She had an extra room added to her bedroom in her Beverly Hills mansion. More of a cell than a room it would be accessed by a hidden door and was behind a two way mirror and it contained a small bed, night stand, a small vanity, and a toilet. Camille could see into the bedroom but on the other side all people would see would be a full length vanity mirror. Mira also had a pet cage placed inside her huge walk in closet where she intended for the small girl to spend most of her time until she was trained and then she would move her into the cell. In her basement Mira had a play dungeon built and had if filled with all sorts of delightful and devious items. She had it filled with BDSM furniture such as a "Trap bed" that will trap a person in the chair with their legs spread and high in the air exposing the person's private area and butt. The device also it binds the person's head and arms in place. The person in the trap is quite helpless. Mira had a spanking bench installed in her "play room" as well. She debated on a spanking machine and may get one later but now she would much rather give any spankings herself. There was an X Cross in the room, a plush queen size bed, a chest of drawers that contained sexy toys, nipple clamps, alligator clamps, clothes pins, zipper clothes pins, and many other items to cause pain and pleasure. Along the right wall hung instruments of torture such as paddles of various types including a silver studded one, various floggers such as a Cat O Nine Tails and a Captain's Daughter, and even a seven and a half foot bull whip. In the center of the room was a hook that was attached to a chain from the ceiling connected to an electronic pulley system for some suspension play. Mira was quite pleased with her new dungeon. She even brought her new pet a great deal of revealing outfits and fetish wear she would wear out of the house since public nudity even for slaves was still illegal. While indoors Mira intended for her pet to be naked at all times unless she was in the mood to see the girl dressed in one of the outfits she brought from her. They were a variety of clothes that ran from a skimpy black leather bikini, a very short skirted school girl outfit, several corsets, to some Lolita Style dresses Mira thought the girl would look so adorable in. She thought of hiring a professional trainer but then decided against it; she wanted to train the girl herself. Her intention was to train Camille to be a whore...her whore. Mira decided to take her time in taking the other girl's virginity and after all she did have another hole she could fuck. She was going to train Camille on how to please men and women an in time she was going to share the girl with others and even take her to some of the fetish clubs and private BDSM play parties. Another thing Mira decided to do was train her new pet to enjoy pain as pleasure...to crave it. Mira giggled as she thought of Pavlov's dogs and how they were trained and knew she could do the same with pain and orgasms. She was going to use the "conditioning reflex" theory to turn Camille into a true pain slut and Mira had studied the same theory applied in sexual conditioning. Mira was sitting on her couch flipping through a magazine with impatience when her doorbell rang and she got up quickly and hurried to the door. Mira thought long and hard on how to play out her first meeting with her pet at home. She thought about being nice and kind and having a nice chat with the girl to put her at ease but decided no it was best to show the girl who was in charge and to let her understand her place and go over some household rules. Keeping that in mind, the beautiful celebrity dressed for the occasion in a pair of black tight leather low cut pants, black knee high leather boots with 5 inch spiked heels, and a sleeveless black leather corset that zipped up the side and cut to a V at her waist that left her stomach exposed. Mira walked to her front door, took a deep breath to calm herself (she had to admit to herself she was somewhat nervous but knew she could not let that show to the girl she now owned), and opened the door. "Ms. Chambers?" The young delivery man asked as his eyes grew wide and roamed up and down the star's sexy body that was very noticeable in the tight black leather. Mira noticed the slave collar around his neck, "Eyes off, slave!" She demanded harshly. "Uhhh...yes, Ma'am, sorry, ma'am." The man apologized and lowered his gaze as he handed Mira an electronic pad for her to sigh for the delivery. "One crate, ma'am." "Yes bring it inside and leave it in the foyer." Mira signed for her delivery, handed the pad back to the slave and opened her door wide. With a "Yes, Ma'am" the slave delivery man rolled the crate inside on hand trucks and lowered it carefully to the floor. The crate was a standard wooden shipping crate but in the front was a small open window with bars and Mira could see her new purchase pressed tight against the back of the crate with fear in her eyes. The look of fear aroused Mira more than she already was. All day she had been waiting for this delivery and the thoughts of her new pet and what she was going to do with her had kept her in a constant state of arousal and even after masturbating twice to thoughts of what she was going to do to and with Camille her sex was still very wet and tingly. "Shall I open the crate, Mistress Chambers?" The young man asked and Mira nodded. He used a crow bar and opened the crate for Mira. "Out girl." Mira commanded. Camille pressed herself even harder to the back of the uncomfortable shipping crate and shook her head fearfully and gave small whimpering cries. Mira was in no mood for this so she reached in the crate and grabbed the other girl's black hair and started to pull her out. Camille struggled and tried to fight back a little and her right hand slapped Mira's arms and her freshly manicured finger nails scratched her new owner's arm. "You fucking, bitch!" Mira screamed out and withdrew her arms and looked at her scratch. It was not deep but it did leave three long marks and one drew a thin line of blood. Mira knew she was going to have to show the girl who was in charge and she reached in the crate again and grabbed the struggling girl's hair once more and pulled her out hard by her hair. Camille whimpered loudly in pain and fear as she was pulled out of the crate by her hair and found herself on her hands and knees before the beautiful celebrity. She was sobbing and looking at the floor to afraid to look up at her new owner. "You, leave." Mira ordered the delivery slave and Camille heard him take the crate and leave the house and then she saw the toes of Mira's black leather boots in front of her then she left out another cry and whimper of pain as her head was pulled up by her hair. "On your knees in front of me and hands behind your back." Mira ordered. Camille had no choice but to obey as her hair was pulled up and she struggled to get on her knees and kneel in front of the other girl and placed her hands behind her. "Please...please it hurts. I...I did not mean to scratch you...I swear." She protested in a soft scared voice. She then cried out in pain as Mira placed the spiked heel of her right boot on her skinny thigh and pressed down hard and twisted her foot. Camille looked up with tears streaking her face. "Ohhh God please...please it hurts." She whined in a fearful pitiful voice. "Shut up!" Mira screamed and the younger helpless girl felt her left cheek burn in pain as Mira slapped her hard causing the kneeling girl to fall to the hard tile floor. "You never talk unless I give you permission!" Mira yelled and then once again pulled her new pet to her knees by her hair and placed her heel of her boot once more on the other girl's thigh. "You will address me as Mistress is that understood?" Mira said and twisted her foot again and once more Camille screamed out as the spiked heel dug into her thin thigh. Camille nodded and was rewarded by another slap across her face and fell once more and once more was pulled painfully back to her knees by her hair. Not only was she scared and being hurt, but she was feeling humiliated by the treatment. No one had ever treated her like this. No one had ever abused her in such a way. Camille had never been subjected to physical punishment in her young life. When she got in minor trouble growing up she was always punished by time outs or being grounded as she got older. This treatment was new to her and she found it humiliating as well as very painful. "I asked if that was understood, bitch! Answer me!" Mira ordered in a harsh voice and once again placed her heel on the other girl's thigh and twisted hard. "Yes...yes, Mistress." Camille whimpered out and felt the painful pressure on her thigh removed. "Better." Mira pulled the girls head up again by her hair so she could look into her eyes. The tears that ran down the pretty girl's face and the fear in her eyes excited her. She wanted to take her now, to touch and feel the girl's thin body she found sexy, to penetrate her sex with a strap on, to use toys on the girl to explore her holes, to hurt the girl and hear her cries of pain and pleasure, and then to force her new pet to please her sexually; but she knew now was not the time. She had to set the order of things. Mira knew she need Camille to learn who was in charge and who owned her and to let smaller girl know with any form of disobedience there came punishment and at times that punishment was painful. "On your feet and strip and no complaining as you did on the shop...I am not as kind as they are." Mira grinned as she let go of the girl's black silky hair. Camille whimpered and got to her feet and pulled the light blue tunic over her head. It was a simple garment made of a piece of rectangular, scratchy wool sewed to an identical piece, with holes for the arms and head simply left unsewn. Once undressed she let it fall to the floor and stood in front of her new cruel Mistress with her right arm across her chest to hid her small breasts, her left hand covering her sex, and her legs closed tight. Mira chuckled at the other girls pose but said nothing. She knew the girl would learn in time not to ever cover her naked body. "Follow." Mira commanded simply and then turned and walked into the living area of her large home. Camille whispered out a "Yes, Mistress" and followed the beautiful celebrity further into the house still covering her small breasts. Camille followed her owner into the large living room and was impressed with the décor. The room decorated with a modern style; white sofa and chairs that seemed very plush and very expensive, the coffee tables were made of black wood and glass and Camille knew they were not cheaply built, there was a wooden bench against one of the walls that was of a modern design that the seat of the bench was curved, and the hard wood floors were of a dark wood the small girl would have guessed to be made of some type of mahogany...most likely some imported exotic wood like African Mahogany. The walls were painted white with a built in bookshelf on the far wall full of books and some plants, the wall behind the large sofa was a window that covered the wall with white blinds that were closed, on the floor under the couch, the 2 large chairs, and coffee and end tables was a plush white rug, and there were no paintings of pictures on the walls. Mira sat on the sofa and folded her legs under her butt. Camille stopped on the edge of the rug and once again covered her body. "I was going to make it an easy day for you today. Go over some basic rules and some of your duties around the house but due to your belligerence earlier I am going to have to punish you...and for God's sake stop covering yourself; I have seen girls naked before, stupid girl." Mira said in an amused tone. Camille placed her hands at her side as she blushed in embarrassment but still kept her legs closed tight and she still cried softly in her humiliation as Mira continued, "First rule is you never sit on the furniture. Pets are not allowed on the furniture and that rule will extend outside my home." Camille just nodded and sniffled. "When I address you I expect and answer, bitch!" Mira snapped as she got off the sofa and grabbed an off white paper bag by the handles. "Yes, Mistress." The scared girl answered softly as the taller, beautiful girl walked to her as her hand reached in the bag. "Better but you have a lot to learn and it can be done easily or you can make it hard on yourself." Mira said as her eyes roamed up and down her new toy's body. Her gaze made Camille feel like a gazelle being appraised by a great cat for a meal. Mira pulled a black object from the bag and as her hands reached out closer to the smaller girl, Camille flinched and then let out another cry of pain as once again her hair was pulled hard to hold her head in place as she was forced to her knees. "Hold still, bitch!" Mira snapped and Camille whimpered as something was placed around her neck and then locked in place with a small padlock, "There...this is your training collar until you earn your permanent one." Mira said and handed the other girl a small hand held mirror. Camille looked at herself in the mirror. She first looked at her face; while she was often told she was a beautiful young lady who looked just like her mother, Camille never saw that in herself. Her mother had been a truly lovely woman who was not only stunning with physical beauty but had the grace and charm of a true Southern Lady and could light up any room with her smile and graceful movements. Camille felt she was too skinny and short and her breasts too small to be beautiful and thought of herself as cute. As she looked at herself she saw none of that cuteness; her eyes were puffy and swollen from crying, the eye makeup they put in her before she was delivered was streaked down her face by her tears and not the style she preferred on herself. Camille always liked to add heavier mascara to herself in a semi-gothic fashion but tastefully done. Then her eyes focused on the black leather collar that had been placed around her thin neck. It was wide and in the front was a small "D" ring, the small pad lock was in the back, and spelled out in the front in what she knew to be real diamonds was the word "BITCH." Seeing that word used to address her was humiliating to Camille. She was not used to such treatment. She had been pampered and spoiled her whole life and it was more than she could take. She dropped the mirror and placed her hands in her face and started sobbing. The Pet Ch. 02 Leave real feedback or don't comment at all. Indecent comments will be flagged for the webmaster. ***** I found myself in master's basement with two chairs sitting in front of me. Voices upstairs are definitely my parents. Mom sounds like she's crying. "This isn't how I wanted it to happen!... My baby boy." She doesn't seem to want to come down. Dad sounds upset, but willing to come down all the same. I hear the clank of his heals in his leather shoes on each step. Man always wore Bostonians, the clank of the heal on any hard surface is always the dead giveaway as to the brand. A man of the autumn, always wore the darker neutral shades with his vibrant orange color. No matter the time of year, he always wore his autumn colors. He was upset that I was nude as he finally saw my full form come into view when he hit the base of the steps. "Haven't seen you so undressed since the dog grabbed a hold of your trunk leg and pulled." I could tell he was trying to lighten the mood, but it wasn't working. "How could you sell me into slavery?" "Well, that's a hard story to tell. It broke your mother's heart to do so, but desperation breeds bad decisions." Apparently he and mom fell onto hard times when I was little. The federal cutbacks to military spending bankrupted the local Boeing plant. Thousands were laid off. Businesses that relied on those federally paid employees went belly up. What good are food trucks if there's no place to sell? What good is a dry cleaner if there are no shirts to be cleaned? What good are restaurants if there is no liquidity in spending money? The whole town was dying. Many who could afford to leave did. The rest, like my parents, were stuck with few to no options. "When I lost my job at the plant, I did anything to earn money. Feeding you and your mama were my highest priority. But when you got sick, I had trouble paying the bill. When you got hurt at school, I couldn't afford that bill. Things got bad, kid. We lost everything. One of my creditors was in the Bondage and Discipline lifestyle. He could afford food for you, and keeping you well and maintained, but you'd have to belong to him. Not as an adopted son, but as his property. That was his condition. Mine and your mother's debts were so great... He really has taken good care of you." I couldn't believe my ears. "'He's taken good care of me?'" What that meant was that from the time I was "owned" by dad's creditor, he had been the one to make sure there was food in the house for me. I was never malnourished. When I got sick or hurt, I saw a good doctor. When I wanted to learn a skill, instrument, sport, He was more than willing to make sure I learned as much as possible. After all, I was to be his son's servant, my current master. "When did you sell me?" "When you hit 12. We couldn't take care of you anymore. We were looking at sending you to either your aunt's or uncle's families, but they couldn't afford the extra mouth to feed. Foster would mean losing you forever, never knowing you again. Selling you meant that we would have very little by means of our impact on your welfare, but we did have an impact on your development. We could watch you grow, teach you where you come from, and have a chance to know who you are. Your owner controlled everything else." "How was I controlled?" "Your owner decided you would be a vegetarian with a little meat for the iron and minerals absent from a vegetarian's diet. Your mom and I eat meat regularly. Didn't you ever find it strange that you almost never do? Your education was always the best. Anytime you struggled, you had a tutor show up and help you through. Your being fit has also been important. Never were you allowed to just sit and lounge around the house. You always had chores, gardening, sports, and learning proper grooming and host duties, like a butler. You never had a lot of time for yourself, ever. You would always be doing something to improve yourself, or be in the service to someone else. You have always been prepared to serve someone else." "My athleticism is my own. I wanted to be lean and fit. I wanted to be athletic. I wanted to be..." "No. You would always whine about wanting to go fishing or watch the wind move across the fields, or just sit around and watch TV all morning long. You always had a "friend" show up who wanted to go do something. Remember your neighbor Rick? He was one of your owner's servants who made sure you never sat down. You would always go running or working out. He'd always push you harder to run further, lift heavier weights, climb higher trees, swim against the current... Your body was never your own. You were always being conditioned to exercise, and shape your body into being lean, toned, and sexy for your Master. "Why am I a slave to my bf and not to your creditor?" My Master pipes in, "I'll fill you in on that one, my pet. Dad, my dad, always intended for you to be mine. From the time I was little I was raised in bdsm. Although, I always had a taste for the bondage and sadism aspects of the life more than simple discipline. You were to be my sexy gimp slave. I really didn't care if you had a brain in your head. My interests were to torment you, punish you simply because you existed. You were never supposed to go to college after high school, but because of September 11, I chose to go to war and fight for my country. You were probably old enough to do so too, but you never did. No matter." "I was to be punished simply for living?" "That's what gimp slaves do. That is their sole purpose in life. It was to be your sole purpose too. But, when I got back from my tour, going to college, noticing you in my classes, I just had to see what else you could do. You are a good follower, horrible at making your own decisions. Dad really trained you well. And you've shown promise for remarkable things. So, I've decided to expand your duties, see how your mind can entertain me." "Sir, I think I can fill in my pet's needs for information from now on. Let me walk you out." "Dad! Please don't leave me here!" "Sir, this is now my property. You are here as a courtesy, but that time has passed. You need to leave." With that, dad left. I never saw him again. He cried the whole way up the stairs, and then he was gone. Master was gone for a long time. I never heard the cries of my mother again. Dad's shoes never clanked again near me. I was alone, utterly alone. Master came down the stairs again. He was gone for a long time. But he wasn't dressed in anything. He was completely nude. Not that I've never seen him like that before, but never was I tied up spread eagle in a standing position in a dimly lit basement before. I was terrified. I pissed myself. Master calmly went over to a wall, picked up a handle with many strands coming off of it. "This is a flogger, slave. From now on, unless you have permission to piss I will punish you." When I started to speak I heard the crack of the tails against my abdomen and burst of tears filled my eyes. "Unless I ask you a question, you have no right to answer. This is non negotiable, slave." "My name is Josh." Crack! Again I was crying. "Your name is what I tell you it is. Josh is gone. Josh is never coming back. The mere mention of the name Josh will earn you a horrible punishment. Slave is slave. Slave is faggot. Slave is my sissy cunt. Slave is whatever I want to call it from now on." "My name is Josh, and I am not an..." Crack! "I'm sorry, what was that?" "My name is Jos-" Crack! Crack! Crack! "Try again." "Slave! For the love of God, my name is slave!" "Better, but 'it' not 'I', and 'its' not 'my'. Say it like this, 'Its name is slave'. Property will never be regarded in a human tone. As such, slave may never again use human distinctions. Is that understood?" Crack! "Is that understood?!" "Yes! It understands. Slave understands." "Good. Now, it's time to go over the rules. Slave will abide to these rules. If slave does not, then it will be punished. And then it will abide to the rules. Rule one: Slave must always show its master respect. Rule two: the slave must always do as it is told. Rule three: slave will always strive its best to be perfect in everything it sets out to accomplish. Rule four: slave will always accept its punishment. Rule five: slave will never do anything, or set out to do anything, without the permission of its Master. Rule six: slave will never lie to its master. Rule seven: slave will never covet what it doesn't have. Rule eight: slave will always attempt to make its master's life easier and less complicated however possible or allowed. Rule nine: slave will never burden its master with anything unnecessary. Rule ten: slave will never serve any other master. "Does slave understand these rules?" "It understands them when read to it, but it cannot remember them all." "That's alright, slave. When the lights are on fully, slave will be able to read them on the wall in front of itself. It will be able to read, memorize, and learn them all in due time." "May I-it ask, why did you become my boyfriend just to treat me this way?" "Slave, it was always destined to be treated this way. When it showed potential to be more than simply a tortured gimp, that you could provide companionship as well, I wanted to get to know slave, earn its trust, and come to love my pet. Slave was always going to be seen as nothing more than property, but slave showed the potential of being a companion, like a dog following me around on a leash. Come to think of it, I don't know why I never put slave on a collar and lead it around town on a leash. That would have been the perfect thing. Take it to our little cafe, slave on its leash kneeling beside me on the veranda, my ordering mine and slave's meals, perhaps inviting one of its or my friends for lunch and show off my pet's well behaved manners..." "I would never have done that!" Crack! Slave will learn its place in this world. It's thinking as an equal human being are over. It will be taught it's true purpose in life. Dad never treated you as the property slave it was always going to be. I will change that. Slave is property. I will treat it as nothing else. "Wake up, faggot! Time for its morning shower." It can't remember the last time it had a warm shower that wasn't master's urine. Its memory is fading from when it was considered human. It accepts itself as a thing, an object, for master's use and pleasure. It doesn't even know if it could function in life without master. Slave is dependent on master to decide if it eats or not, and what it will eventually consume. Its mornings are the same: cold shower with a hose, dried with a rough towel, led to a toilet for self urination and defecation, and led to its bowl where its food is put into a dish. Slave no longer gets dressed. It only wears the collar Master gave it, the chastity device He put onto its dick, and rings in its penis, tits, ears, and belly. It had a tongue piercing until Master decided to split its tongue like a serpent. It can now give Master better blow jobs. Just having Master in its mouth is intoxicating. It just opens up and massages Master's penis and balls in its mouth. If Master begins to face fuck it, slave just accepts. It gave up resisting its Master's intentions a long time ago. Accepting means it is not punished. It did what Master desired eventually anyway. Floggers and whips have already left marks on its back, legs, and abdomen. Raised scars are the only things it wears. It remembers when it received each. Each mark for punishment as well as for pain. Master loves it when his faggot cries. Each lashing brings him pleasure. It is like sex, it binds Master with his slave. Every day is the same. Master brings food downstairs to the basement. It is never allowed upstairs. Master sits down in a wooden chair and waits for his faggot slave. It crawls on all fours to the table and waits next to its master on its knees and shins, toes pointed out behind it, hands are on its thighs, back is straight with its head forward. It looks out in front of it. There is nothing there but a wall of equipment that tortures this faggot. It waits for its Master to say "Okay". Then and only then may slave move under the table and kneel the same way, only to wrap its mouth around Master's balls and dick and hold them in its mouth keeping them warm and slick. It has learned to curl its tongue around His shaft and using its throat muscles massage the shaft with a swallowing. It is something the faggot learned while trying to earn some love from its Master. He treats it better when it finds new ways to please him. Every day is the same, except for today. Master has come into the basement in clothing. His jeans look as if they were painted onto him. His flannel shirt is only halfway buttoned with the sleeves rolled up. His belt buckle is vibrantly shiny and quite large. Modern codpiece slave guesses, not that Master needs to draw more attention to his crotch. Grey boots, grey hat, grey belt. Master is one sexy piece of ass. If only its dick wasn't locked in chastity. It could salute its Master. Faggot is his bitch in heat. It is sure He knows that. "Today I have a special treat for it, faggot. Today, slave is going to be taken outside to be tanned. It has spent too much time inside. The faggot's skin has become pale, and I want it tanned." Slave hasn't been outside in what it only assumes to be months. There is no daylight in the basement, no clock, only Master and His will and devices of torment. It has no idea what season it is outside. It could be freezing outside or blistering hot. Slave was captured after its first school term. That was just after Xmas. It has no idea. "The faggot's skin has become pasty this past year out of the sun's rays. But with its forced workouts and regulated diet it actually has a physique I desire. Now it only needs the tanned skin." Year?! A full year?! A year without parents, friends, contacts... Crack! The flogger against its belly—"Snap out of it, faggot. A year! A full year that it has been down here. No one has come looking for it. None of its friends. Its parents knew where it once was, but now where it is now. The world has been passing it by. Now that the faggot is no longer a part of the world, it has no place in it. Its only place is at my feet. What it is, what it is to do, how it is defined is all defined by me. I decide what it is. I decide its value. I give it purpose. Without me, it is absolutely nothing. It might as well be dead without me." Master is right. It is nothing without him. "How is fagot going to get tanned, Master?" The Pet Ch. 02 "Why...why are you doing this to me? Please...oh God please...I don't deserve this...please don't do this to me." Camille pleaded through her tears. Mira laughed and grabbed the last item form the paper bag, a leather leash she attached to the D ring on the collar and she pulled the crying girl to her feet by the leash. "Why? Stupid, Bitch, cause I own you and it amuses me. Your name from now on is Bitch. You will answer to that and I will address you as such...until you earn your name back. Be good and do as I say and lose that spoiled attitude and it will be easy. If not then it will be difficult for you...and painful. No we still have to correct your earlier belligerence. Come, Bitch." Mira looped the leash on her wrist and pulled the girl behind her from the room. The Pet Ch. 03 Hopefully I proof read this chapter better and caught all my typo's. Thank you for the feedback and comments even the constructive criticism ones. Chapter 3. Mira led a fearful and sniffling Camille through the house and then down into the basement by the leash attached to the collar around the small brunette's neck. Camille did not struggle in her fear and when her beautiful owner pulled her down the basement stairs and turned on the lights her eyes went wide and her fear became terror as she looked around the room and saw the instruments of "torture" on the far wall, the suspension pulley, and the bondage furniture. In her innocence Camille did not know what most of the items were used for but she did know they were going to be used to hurt her. Camille broke free of the loose grip Mira had on her leash and feel to her knees on the floor and grabbed her owner's ankles. "Please...oh dear God please don't hurt me. Please...I can't take it...please I will be good...I promise...please don't!" The smaller girl pleaded with her Mistress as tears ran down her face. Mira looked down on the girl and focused on her tear filled brilliant green eyes and felt a moment of pity but she shook it from her mind. Damn, those eyes can draw you in and hypnotize you, she thought. Mira was not truly a sadist. Oh she could be cruel and sadistic and tears and inflicting pain aroused her but in the right context. Mira learned in her affair with Lilly Ainsworth that she got off and highly aroused in dominating another girl. With Lilly the domination was restricted to sexual domination; she would bind a consensual Lilly in various ways and use a flogger, various paddles, clamps on her nipples, claps on her labia, clamps even on her clit, a cat o nine tails, and other delightful instruments on the pretty blonde girl. Lilly was a masochist and enjoyed such pain and got off on it sexually. But Mira learned just how far to go and not to cause serious injury to her one time best friend and lover. She would never do anything to permanently scar the other girl and blood play was not what she enjoyed; true sometimes drawing blood occurred when she used certain "toys" on Lilly, but nothing serious and she knew when to stop even when Lilly would want to keep going and not use her "safe word". Mira also learned the need to comfort her partner after such hard core dominating sessions and provide "after care." Yes she explored a lot with Lilly and other girls; she learned that she enjoyed voyeurism as she shared Lilly with random men or women she picked up in clubs on occasion and she enjoyed being watched herself as she would tie Lilly up and have sex in front of the blonde submissive girl with either other men, women, or both and deny Lilly sexual pleasure and gratification. Mira enjoyed how the beautiful Lilly Ainsworth would cry and beg to be touched sexually while she herself was getting fucked or fucking another. But now she wanted more. She did not want just to dominate a girl sexually, but also to control the other girl in every way. She wanted to control what the girl ate, how she dressed, how she behaved in public, what she did almost every moment of the day and now she had Camille as her slave and the petite brunette was going to fulfill that need in Mira and the beautiful celebrity was going to train Camille to enjoy that control and to crave it, to desire being controlled both sexually and non-sexually, and even to enjoy and crave pain in the correct context. She was going to turn Camille into a masochist. She knew it could be done with the right conditioning and if she could not do it herself she would hire a professional...but one way or another Camille was going to be her little submissive pain-slut. Mira also learned that with a masochist there was a difference between pain as punishment and pleasure. Once she had to punish Lilly and after spanking her blonde co-star of her TV show until her butt cheeks were black and blue she noticed that while Lilly cried and begged for her to stop she was enjoying the pain inflicted on her. Mira knew she had to come up with some creative ways to punish without giving pleasure. Just as with Joel Chandler Harris's Uncle Remus tales when Br'er Rabbit begged Br'er Fox, "but do please, Br'er Fox, don't fling me in dat brier-patch," Mira knew if she was going to condition her new slave into a pain-slut then her little Rabbit Camille would not be thrown into the briar patch with punishment. When she used physical pain as punishment it could inflict pain she intended to condition Camille with that would eventually give her pleasure. Mira knew there were other ways besides physical to punish the girl but before she attempted "mind games" she had to discover more about the girl...to find out what made her tick so to speak. Mira reached down and pulled Camille up by her hair. "Get up, Bitch!" Mira yelled and a struggling and crying Camille was half dragged and half walked to the Trap Chair. Camille was at a large physical disadvantage. She stood only five two and weighed one hundred pounds and was very week and non-athletic. Before her nightmare life of being a slave started, Camille was a charming, graceful young Southern girl who held to the old fashion charms of Southern women. But she hated sports or anything athletic except ballet, which she took for 12 years before her father sold her. But Camille considered the often grueling ballet exercises art not sports. In her physical education classes at school she was always the last picked for teams because she was klutzy and was terrible at sports but she never cared. To her she excelled in areas a true lady should excel in; academically, charm, grace, dignity, and etiquette. Those she had in abundance. So what chance did she have physically against Mira? Mira stood so much taller than her at five eight, she worked out five times a week at the gym with a personal trainer to stay fit and toned, and she was much stronger than Camille. "Lay down on it. On your back." Mira commanded when they stood next to the device. "Ut uh." Camille whined out as she bit her lower lip and shook her head. Mira smiled and walked behind Camille and ran her fingers gently up the girl's back. Camille shivered but no in pleasure from the seductive caress; she shivered in fear. Mira bent down and placed her lips on the scared brunette's right ear. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It is your choice and this is one of the very few free choices you will ever get to make from now on," Camille felt Mira's warm breath on her ear and then Mira licked her ear seductively, "So choose wisely." Camille nodded and slowly got down on the Trap Chair and lay on her back. "Good, girl. Now hands over your head." Camille obeyed as Mira walked around and locked her hands in a pair of leather padded cuffs attached to a thick metal bar behind Camille's head. Mira then walked around to the girl's feet and pulled her down by her ankles and lifted the whimpering girl's legs in the air and placed them in a stock device attached to the chair just below her knees. Camille was laying on her back with her body about 4 feet off the ground and bent in an L shape with her legs in the air and spread about 3 feet apart and her butt was just barely hanging over the edge of the Trap so her naked sex and butt were exposed. Her owner then walked back around behind her and Camille heard a series of clicking sounds and soon her arms were being pulled further behind her above her head as the slack was taken out of the chains attached to her shackles. It reminded her of a medieval torture rack and she started struggling and sobbing in fear as she thought Mira was going to stretch her arms out of the sockets. Mira laughed and then clicking sound ended when Camille's arms were at full length. "Silly bitch. I am not going to rip you apart. That would be a waste of my money." Mira then walked to the far wall, the heels of her boots clicking loudly on the smooth cement floor of the basement. She looked over the instruments on the wall and then selected a round rattan cane 40 inches long and 4 inches thick. Mira wrapped the leather strap dangling down from the grip end of the cane around her wrists and walked back to Camille, whose eyes never left her un-wanted Mistress. Camille's eyes focused on the cane and she started struggling and pleading once more and when Mira gently laid the cane against her naked butt cheeks she started sobbing again, "Please...oh please don't spank me. I...I can't take any more of that. Please don't." Camille wailed out. Mira looked down on the struggling girl as she lightly caressed her butt cheeks with the cane. God, Mira thought, she is so sexy. So small and thin and such small breasts but for some reason it suits her. And her skin is so pale and smooth. Reminds me of the magnolia blossoms back home in Tennessee. And her ass...so small butt well shaped. She looks so tiny and helpless like this...my Little Bondage Pixie Slave, Mira giggled. Damn I want her...but I need to take my time and be patient taking her virginity. Don't waste it. Mira grinned as she continued to use the cane to caress her whining slave butt cheeks, but there is one virgin thing of hers I can take today...her ass. And then I will see what talent she has with her tongue besides whining and begging. "Spank you? Oh no, my dear, I am not going to spank you." Mira said pleasantly. "Spankings will be reserved for fun. You will learn to enjoy them. This is punishment...something not to be enjoyed." Mira lifted the cane from Camille's butt and placed it gently on the sole of her right foot and started tapping it lightly. "Do you know why you are being punished?" She asked. "You may answer." "N...n...no...i...I just got here...what did I do wrong?" The bound girl managed to whimper out. Mira continued to tap the cane gently on the sole of Camille's foot. "You did not get out of the crate when I ordered you to. See, bitch, you need to learn that what you want is no longer of any consequence. I own you now. You do not do anything without my permission or my say so first." Mira raised the cane up above her head in her right hand and brought it down quickly. Camille was crying as she listened to Mira's calm voice tell her why she was being punished and her eyes watched the cane as Mira brought it up above her head and then Camille heard a swooshing sound and then her scream of pain mixed with the loud smacking sound of the cane hitting the sole of her right foot filled the room. The pain was terrible...so much worse than the spankings she had gotten at the pet store. "AHHHH GOD! PLEASE OH MY GOD PLEASE NO!" Camille screamed out. Mira ignored her and placed the cane gently on Camille's left foot. "You do not eat," She raised her arm and then brought the cane down on Camille's left foot and again Camille screamed out in pain and started begging for the other girl to stop, but again Mira ignored her and continued. "You don't sleep." SMACK "You don't dress." Smack "You don't talk" SMACK "You don't even go to the bathroom" SMACK "YOU DON'T DO A FUCKING THING WITH OUT MY PERMISSION OR SAY SO!" SMACK, SMACK. Mira alternated her strikes on Camille's feet each time she brought the cane down. After the last time, Mira let the cane dangle from her wrist by the leather strap and kneeled in front of the other girl's naked and exposed butt and sex. Camille was sobbing un-controllably in her pain. The bottom of her small feet ached terribly as she felt the worse pain she had ever felt in her life. Mira reached up and gently stroked the fine, soft hairs around her new pet's labia. Her pubic hair was trimmed and Mira kind of like it as it was and was indecisive if she would shave the girl or not. She decided she would leave it like that for now and if she got bored with it she would remove the girl's hair. Camille jerked when Mira touched her sex. "No...no please...please no." She begged though her sobs. Mira stood up and laughed. "Don't worry, bitch. I am not going to take your virginity...yet. I am going to wait until you beg me to take it. Until I make you so aroused that you beg me with tears in your eyes because your desire for me to fuck you is so great and you plead for me to take it." "N...n...never. I will never do that." Camille answered still crying. Mira just laughed at her again. "We will see." She then grabbed the handle of the cane and placed it once more on Camille's right foot. "I wanted an easy day today. I wanted to sit you down and go over some rules you are to follow and even talk with you and get to know more about you. I wanted to start training you today on some of the protocol you are to follow. But your insolence has ruined that. Your disrespect for me has changed that." Mira lectured and then once again struck the girl on the feet. Ten more times on each foot and once again Camille screamed out in pain. She screamed so much and cried so much her throat hurt and her voice was hoarse. When done Mira walked back to the wall, placed the cane back on the hook, walked to the chest of drawers in the room, and took out some objects from the first and second drawer. Camille's tear filled eyes followed her every move as she lay helpless, het feet aching in pain, crying and scared of what may happen next. Camille watched fearfully as Mira kneeled down between her lifted and spread legs. Camille despised being in this position and was ashamed how her legs were spread and up in the air to expose her most personal parts of her body. It was humiliating and vulgar. She could not see what her Mistress was doing and prayed the other girl would not penetrate her sex. Camille gave a small jerk when she felt something cold and wet on her butt and then she cried out again, her normally soft sweet voice husky from her earlier screams. "Nooo...nooo! Please...oh my God please no...not there...please, Mistress!" Camille begged as she felt something about to probe her butt. Mira grinned at how Camille referred to her as Mistress and thought the girl is learning something at least as she ran her index finger over the entrance of Camille's butthole spreading the lubricant around the edges. She liked how the skin around her tight hole was dark and how it contrasted to the rest of her pale body. "Oh...you never have been fucked in the ass?" She taunted. Mira knew the girl had not but it was fun to tease her. "I know your pussy is virgin, my doctors confirmed that, but surely you at least gave your boyfriends back in...where was it...oh yes, Charleston. Surely your boyfriends back in Charleston at least got to fuck your ass since you wouldn't give up your pussy?" Camille lifter her head as best as she could and her thin weak arms struggled against the shackles, "No...never...that...that is gross...it's vulgar. Good girls don't do such things! Please...please no...it's going to hurt and is...is...is just vulgar." Mira giggled, "Yes it is going to hurt, but we need to stretch it out some because I am going to be using your ass quite often. I happen to enjoy getting my ass fucked, and soon you will love getting your ass fucked as well. You are no longer a good girl. You are now a sex slave bitch who will soon be a sex slave slut begging to get fucked...over and over again. I have some male and female friends who will love fucking you in your small ass...when I am prepared to share you." She has every intention of sharing Camille with others...when the time was right. First she was going to be selfish and wanted the so adorable girl to herself. Then she wanted her new toy to be ready and trained before she let others use her. She was going to teach Camille how too sexually gratify both men and women until their lust were completely quenched. She was going to make Camille to be desired and wanted for her sexual talents. Mira then inserted her lubed finger in Camille's ass. "AHHHH GOD NO...PLEASE STOP...PLEASE!" Camille begged as Mira inserted her finger and started rotating it inside her. "Fuck that's a tight ass." Mira commented and then started trusting her finger in and out of the smaller girl. "Yes it is going to need some loosening up and I have the right tool for the job." Mira giggled and removed her finger. "What...what...no...no...what are you going to do?" Camille pleaded. "No...it...that...that is just so nasty...please....don't...AHHHHH GOD! STOP...STOP! PLEASE...HURTS!" She squealed out in a high pitched voice as she felt something larger penetrate her in her forbidden hole. Mira had inserted an anal plug in the girl. It was not the largest she had, only about 4 inches long and not as wide as some of the others, but it would be perfect for Camille's virgin tight ass, she thought. She worked it in slowly until it popped in the girl. Mira wanted to rim Camille, to lick her ass and probe it with her tongue but she restrained herself and was going to save that for another time when it was time to teach the girl pleasure. Mira stood up and walked to stand next to the bound and helpless girl. She then bent down and unzipped her right boot, pulled it off and repeated the same with her left. Camille watched as her beautiful owner then took off her pants and even in the state she was in she blushed as she saw Mira was not wearing any panties and her pubic area was void of any hair. Mira then knelt down and ran her hands lightly over Camille's small breasts and caressed the girl's dark nipples. "Ummm...so nice, Bitch. Your breasts are so small but a nice shape to them and I love your dark nipples...reminds me if candy kisses." Mira giggled, "Yes my candy kisses nipple'd little pet." Mira then brought her mouth down and started kissing and then sucking the girl's right nipple; using her tongue to run over it and flick it. She then moved her mouth and did the same to her left nipple while her thumb and forefinger rolled Camille's right nipple gently between them. Camille closed her eyes and whimpered louder, her butt no longer burned in pain as it had before as her tight hole got accustomed to the object inside her, but she still felt a great deal of uncomfort. Mira lifted her head and looked up at Camille, "Why, dear, does this excite you? I am shocked this excites such a good girl like you." Mira teased. As she was sucking Camille's nipples they had gotten erect. "No...no...I...I hate it." Camille said timidly. "Ummm well let's just see shall we?" Mira continued to tease Camille and she traced her finger down the bound girl's stomach and then started rubbing the lips of the girl's sex. "No...nothing but maybe if we go a little deeper." Mira then pushed her finger just a little inside Camille's pussy. She did not want to go too far in just yet. Mira smiled as she detected that indeed Camille was a little wet. "Why you naughty little liar you are aroused a little." She mocked. "No...no...not true...I...I hate it!" Camille protested. In fact she was getting aroused a little, but just a little, and she felt a great deal of shame in herself for it. While she was a virgin and never had an orgasm or even touched herself sexually "down there" as she called it as some of her friends...used to be friends...back in Charleston talked about, Camille was not frigid by any means. She enjoyed making out with the boys she dated back home and had given one boy she dated for a long period of time several hand jobs and that one time she performed oral sex on him. She even let him fondle, kiss and suck her small breasts and it felt very good. Camille enjoyed looking at his penis as it got hard in her hand and often thought of boys in a sexual way, but she was a "good girl" and good girls did not do those other things and waited until marriage before they had sex. But know she was getting slightly aroused by Mira's touching and sucking of her nipples. She was ashamed that it felt good...for another girl to make her feel this way was just wrong and it was not supposed to happen especially after that girl had done the things to her that Mira had done. Camille had to admit Mira was beautiful; there was never any doubt about that. She had always thought the famous celebrity was a very lovely young girl while she used to watch Mira on her television show and Mira grew into a truly striking beauty as she got older and started making movies. But she was still another girl and to Camille that was just wrong. The Pet Ch. 03 Mira removed her finger and stood back up, "Lying bitch." She said with a laugh, "But you are not ready for that pleasure yet. I doubt you would cum and I am going to wait until you are ready...until you beg me to make you cum. But I am ready now and you can make me cum." "No...please...please Mistress...I will do anything. I can cook...I am excellent good cook. I will clean your house, cook for you, anything you want...but please no sex...please, Mistress." Camille begged. "Silly girl, of course you will do those things for me and more. You will cook for me, clean my house, bathe me, wash my hair, give me manicures and pedicures, do my make-up, brush my hair...all of it. You will be my personal servant and in time when I trust you and you learn your place I will let you leave the house and you will accompany me to movie premiers, concerts, charity events, but I paid a lot of money for one thing...you will be my fuck toy above anything. You will learn your place with me. What you mean to me. You are my slave, my pet, my play toy, my fuck toy, my cute little accessory to show off like an expensive purse. That is what you are to me, my little bitch, and never mistake my affection I may have for you one day or my kindness to you when you learn to behave or when I buy you gifts for anything else." Mira then straddle Camille so her head was facing the other girl's feet and her butt was close to Camille's face. "Now let's see what you can do with that tongue of yours and one second's hesitation or one complaint from you and I swear to God I will cane your feet bloody and you won't be able to walk for a week." Camille muttered a "Yes Mistress" and looked at Mira's well shaped firm butt; a butt Maxim Magazine called the greatest ass in the world in the present year's March issue. Mira did not have the more typical body shape of most of today's A list actress's. She was tone and firm and had legs so long and sexy she had them insured for six million for each leg and her breasts firm well shaped natural C cups that and the envy of a lot of Hollywood starlets but she was not to skinny as some of the other stars were. Her body was tone but not muscular and she was more voluptuous than thin. With a grimace Camille stuck out her tongue and timidly placed it on Mira's sex and licked upward and she heard Mira let out a small moan of pleasure. It was wet...very wet and Mira's sex fluids coated her labia and inside of her pussy and Camille tasted it. It did not taste bad, she thought, actually not near as bad as I thought. She ran her tongue upwards again. Tastes...earthy maybe and a little sweet and tangy...nice and her scent smells good as well; but this is so wrong...so gross, Camille thought as she licked again and then she felt her head being pushed closer to Mira's sex. "God girl...get that tongue in there for a bit...nice and deep...and then work on my clit some. I want to cum." Mira said harshly. "I...I...I don't know what to do...I am sorry...please don't hurt me anymore. I just don't know what to do." Camille whined. Mira let out a sigh of disgust, "God you are pathetic." She then moved her butt some, "Since you don't know how to lick pussy then lick my ass." Mira pushed Camille's face into her butt. Mira noticed how Camille flinched a little when she used phrases like, "Eat my pussy" or other curse words. Apparently her new pet did not like to be cursed at or even words like that to be used in her presence. The celebrity took a mental note of that as something to use later against the girl. "No...no..." Camille's protesting whimpers were muffled as Mira pushed head to her butt. "Lick it, bitch. Get in the deep or I will take you out right now and have your virgin pussy gang banged and you ass fucked all night long. You are wasting my time and I am getting pissed!" Mira yelled. After the things already inflicted on her she believed her Mistress's threats and placed her tongue into the girl's butt. It smelled and tasted musky but clean, but Camille still gagged a little as her tongue went deeper into the hole. "Lick it, bitch, twirl your tongue inside me....ohhhh yes that's it...deeper now....ummm nice. I will teach you to eat pussy soon and you will be an expert on it...now more...yes that's it harder." Mira instructed as Camille tongued and rimmed the girl's butt. Mira allowed the other girl to rim her for a while longer and it felt good; she had a lot to teach Camille about using her tongue to give sexual pleasure of course but she was doing a decent job, but no matter how nice it felt Mira still wanted to orgasm. After a while she got off Camille and walked back to the chest of drawers. Again Camille's eyes followed her Mistress and as Mira walked back to her she could not make out what the girl was holding in her hands; all she saw was something black with some form of strap on it. "Open your mouth." Mira ordered as she stood back over the girl. Camille clinched her lips tight and shook her head causing Mira to sigh again in impatient. "Bitch, I am getting tired of this. My patience is wearing thin with all your questions and whimpering and disobedience." Mira bent down and grabbed a handful of Camille's fine black hair and pulled hard and then slapped her face hard. "OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" She screamed. When Camille let out a cry from the pain of her hair being pulled and her face being slapped her mouth opened and Mira forced something in her. It tasted of rubber and then her head was lifted slightly and Mira buckled the object in place. When her Mistress stood back up Camille saw a phallus object protruding from her mouth and she let out muffled cries of protest. "You never question what I tell you. Never!" Mira shouted and slapped the girl again hard. "This is a dildo gag. Until you learn to eat my pussy, lick my clit and ass this is how your slut mouth will please me." Mira slapped Camille one more time and fresh tears from pain and humiliation ran down the bound girl's cheeks. Mira then straddled the girls face again and lowered herself on the seven inch dildo and moaned in pleasure as the fake penis went into her wet pussy. Mira started rocking her hips slowly moaning in pleasure and Camille could see the dildo spread the other girl's sex so close to her lips. As Mira started rocking faster, by her moans Camille knew she was receiving a great deal of pleasure and she let out more muffled whimpers and then a muffled cry of slight pain and protest as Mira's hands went to her small breasts and at first started caressing her dark erect nipples and then pinching them hard. Mira's sexual excitement increased and soon she was moaning louder and she started thrusting her butt up and down so the dildo penetrated her harder and faster. Camille let out gagged grunting sounds as her head was hitting the padded area of the Trap Chair harder and harder with each one of Mira's thrusts. It did not hurt her head but was very unpleasant as her head banged on the pad and Mira's sex fluids were now spreading on her mouth, chin, and nose so Camille could smell the girls now heavier scent as her own saliva now poured from her mouth and dribbled out the sides of her mouth and down her chin. "Uhhhh..uhhhh...uhhhhh...ohhhh fuck....uhhh uhhhh fuck, bitch...going to cum..ohhh ohhh ohhh!" Mira shouted out in her pleasure and soon after she moaned those words out, Camille saw her body tense and shake and her butthole clinch and un-clinch over and over as her Mistress screamed out her orgasm. The sex liquid became heavier as it drenched Camille's face and the aroma was stronger as it coated her face when Mira was brought to orgasm. When her pleasure was satisfied, a panting Mira placed her head on Camille's chest and ran her tongue seductively over the other girl's stomach, which was sunken in slightly since Camille was so small and thin and with her on her back her stomach sank in and her rib cage showed. Mira did not find it unhealthy looking...she thought it was sexy and loved how the girls pelvic bones showed when she was on her back do to her slimness. When Mira caught her breath she gave a small grunt as she lifted herself off the dildo, unstrapped the gag device from Camille's head, and then straddle her once again this time her front facing the other direction. "Now clean me...lick me clean and don't you dare hesitate for a moment and make sure you get my ass as well." Mira commanded and lowered herself on the girl's face. Camille just stuck her tongue and licked Mira's pussy, her thighs, and even her butt licking the wetness from the other girl. She thought it was disgusting and humiliating but the taste was actually not as bad as she thought it would be...as a matter of fact it actually tasted good, but that still did not stop her from being revolted in what she was being forced to do. Once Mira felt Camille had cleaned her well enough she grabbed locks of the girl's soft black hair and used it to pat dry her sex, thighs, and area around her butt dry and then got off the girl. Mira walked to Camille's butt and pulled the plug out in one jerk and Camille grunted in relief as the plug was pulled from her. Holding the dildo gag in one hand and then anal plug in the other, Mira walked back to her slaves face and placed the dildo part of the gag to her lips. "Open." She said and Camille, her body hurting and aching and feeling utterly humiliated opened her mouth without a sound. Mira then forced the dildo into her hard. "Clean it." She said harshly. Camille gagged and chocked as her Mistress forced the dildo on her mouth and once again she was made to taste her mistress sex juices. She gagged violently once as it was pressed deeper in her throat and she thought she was going to vomit and Mira pulled it out some and rotated it in her mouth. "Lick it...use your tongue on it. God you don't even know how to give a blow job do you?" Mira taunted her again. "Don't worry, bitch. I will teach you to be a good little cocksucker." Mira laughed at the girl's distress and removed the dildo and let the gag fall to the floor. She then pressed the anal plug to Camille's lips and again commanded "Open." This time Camille did protest. She moved her head to the side, "No...please...not after it's been in there, please no, Mistress." She whined out. Her head was pulled up hard by her hair again. "Open!" Mira repeated this time with more authority and a frightened and nauseated Camille opened her mouth and she was forced to lick and suck the anal plug clean. Once Mira was satisfied she removed the sex toy from the girl's mouth and chuckled, "You will learn to enjoy and even beg for that soon." Mira dropped the plug to the floor and walked once again to the chest of drawers and took out other objects from the second drawer and walked back to Camille knelt down in front of the girls exposed butt and inserted her finger in the girl's tight taboo hole again. "Mmmm...still nice and tight. Good I don't want you too loose there...I want to keep it tight but you will learn how pleasurable getting you boney ass fucked can be." Mira then held up the new sex toy she had retrieved to show Camille. It was another anal plug the same length but this one had raised nubs on it. "Something extra for you." Mira giggled as she inserted the plug into Camille. Camille moaned out at the feeling of the plug going into her but to her relief it did not hurt and she even blushed and felt ashamed of herself that she thought it felt slightly pleasant. Mira pressed the base of the plug and then Camille's eyes went wide as the object made a humming noise and started rotating inside her butt. Camille started whimpering again as she bit her lower lip at the sensation. "You are a whiney little bitch aren't you?" Mira laughed as she stood up. She enjoyed Camille's whimpers a great deal and hoped the girl would not lose that as her training and conditioning moved forward. The beautiful brown haired girl walked around and lifted Camille's head and placed a ball gag in her mouth. Once the gag was firmly in place, Mira gathered her pants and boots and put them back on. Once dressed she leaned in and ran her hand through her pets hair gently and then used the head straps to lock the other girl's head in place. "I have a business meeting soon. My agent is coming over with some movie scripts for me to look at. You will stay here just like this and after he leaves I will come collect you. A shame you were so belligerent today; it would have been nice to show you off and according to your file you attended etiquette classes when younger and were taught how to hostess and serve and set place settings for formal dinner parties. I like that and it would have been nice for you to serve us drinks and lunch. But you had to be a naughty girl didn't you?" Mira smiled and leaned down and kissed Camille's forehead and then walked back up the stairs and out of the basement.