4 comments/ 154597 views/ 40 favorites Miranda and Geraldine Ch. 01 By: StoryTeller07 A wealthy woman becomes a girl's pet * "Hi, how are you today, sir?" Miranda asked politely. "I'm fine, and you? Good! Well I'm off for a game of golf, won't be back until late, there's a committee meeting. Thanks for keeping my wife company. You're a star, young lady," Matthew said. Geraldine walked into the kitchen still wearing a dressing gown, took one look at Miranda and quickly looked away. "What's she doing here?" his wife asked. Recognizing his wife was going to be awkward, even rude, he looked at Miranda and smiled pleasantly. "Do you mind waiting in the lounge? Thanks," he smiled gratefully. "You're not well so I thought some company would help. Why don't you get back to bed and let the girl look after you," he said. "I don't need a nursemaid, especially a young eighteen-year-old making more mess than you would," she complained. "Hey, give the kid a chance, she probably needs the money. Her mother suggested it but it was sweet of her to agree to stay," he said. Trying a different tack she said. "Do you have to play golf today, darling," she asked, while massaging her forehead for effect. Trying for sympathy wasn't working either. She was being outmaneuvered and bitterly knew it. He wasn't going to miss an important game and she dare not tell him why he should. How that brat of a girl wormed her way into being here didn't matter, she wasn't wanted and would have to go. Miranda caught her in an indelicate position last weekend and of course she angrily dismissed the girl off home. She never expected to ever to see the brat again. "We're miles from town and you're not well. If you get worse she can look after you or call me. I think my wife needs babysitting while I'm gone," Matthew laughed playfully, giving her a pat on the head. She grimaced with an exaggerated smile back at him. "OK! Go enjoy your golf, I'll be fine," she smiled wanly. *** Geraldine strode into the lounge. "I don't know how you wangled your way in here but you are not staying. I'll call a taxi and you're out of here," she said, through gritted teeth. Miranda said nothing, just slowly and meaningfully turned her head toward the television. Geraldine followed the girl's mean looking eyes. A gasp of shock stopped her moving toward the phone. She clamped a hand over her mouth on seeing a filthy movie. It was her, Geraldine, splayed out on her own bed. "I'll play it from the beginning, shall I?" Miranda asked, politely. Geraldine stood transfixed in the middle of the lounge. On the large television screen she was spread out on the bed vigorously using a dildo. She knew the girl had caught her last weekend, after finishing playing with herself, but how was that naughty act here on television? Slowly it dawned on her. The girl hadn't just walked in the bedroom at the end, she had been filming everything. The bitch must have planted a camera in her bedroom. "What the hell do you think you are doing? You can't do this. It's private," she said with bitter anger sharpening her voice. "Better watch from the beginning so you know what you're complaining about," Miranda warned her. The real action was from last weekend when Miranda caught her masturbating. Miranda had come back during the week when no one was home to see the gardener. She started filming the guy, teasing him, getting him to say things from her prepared script. He had been willing enough to play along, not knowing what she was up to. *** The scene changed to a shot through the French doors. A young muscular guy, the gardener, stripped off a tight white t-shirt, wiped his sweaty chest then dropped it on the patio. He looked up and waved. Next was a shot of Geraldine in the same dressing gown looking out of the door, supposedly at the young guy stripping. "That didn't happen!" she said, to the film rather than the teenager. He walked toward the open French doors to stand posing, seeming to fill the frame with glistening muscles. The angle swung round to find Geraldine shucking off the dressing gown. "No! He wasn't there!" she said quietly in disbelief. It was impossible to look away from the screen and as much as she needed to shout at it she just stood silently, taking it all in. This was all wrong! She wouldn't let that young man into her bedroom. As though confirming Geraldine's thoughts, her voice spoke out in the film. "Don't come in yet, just wait," she said. He nodded as though she had spoken to him from off camera. Miranda smiled at how well the two separate episodes had been put together. Geraldine had said this when she knocked on the bedroom door last week. It was also very pleasing to see how enthralled the woman was with her little film. On the large screen, Geraldine lifted her head as though looking toward the French doors and the young man. Dressed in just a thin nightgown she lifted a leg revealing it to the thigh and began rubbing oil into the bare flesh. While she worked on her legs the camera panned to the young guy smiling at her. "Very nice," he commented, with a mischievous grin plastered across his face. The nightdress was casually hiked up over her head and dropped on the floor. Again the shot of the guy, only this time he wasn't smiling but looking intense. Miranda had to show her boobs to get him going for this shot. The woman continued massaging oil over the rest of her body, missing nothing. It was a pity - oiling her breasts looked perfunctory rather than sexy, though any guy watching this attractive naked woman wouldn't analyze it that closely. "Nice tits," he said, off screen. Again he was commenting on Miranda's naughty tease while the woman of the house was out. Parting her legs a hand smoothed between the thighs leaving the whole body gleaming. She turned and bent over a dressing table showing a voluptuous bottom with shining lips protruding between thin thighs. She stepped back to plonk her bottom down on the edge of the bed. In her hand was a black dildo. She hesitated then rubbed it between her thighs. The part where she hesitated and moved to put it back was cut. The woman had changed her mind and continued playing with herself. On screen she was laying back on the bed with legs parted, rubbing it over her lips. Around them, over them, she worked it hard while saying something between gritted teeth. "Watch me do it, just watch me, please," she moaned. The sound of her voice very different now she had become so excited. At least that's how it appeared. Geraldine had been just moaning, so Miranda added dialogue to fit the scene. It had taken a lot of practice but she thought it sounded pretty good. The gardener could be heard off screen encouraging the woman. "Do it, go on don't just tease," he said. That's when Miranda had taken a boob out for him. The dildo had been rubbing a visibly erect bud then it was slipped in a little, obviously held back from plunging in. "Tell me to do it, please, make me do it, I need it so badly," Miranda had dubbed into the film in a put-on husky voice. It really did look as though the woman was pleading with the gardener. Off screen the guy encouraged. "Go on, all the way," he said. On cue the dildo was buried deep. Her hips came up off the bed responding as though the gardener had given permission to fuck herself with the dildo. Miranda was impressed with how carried away the woman had become. Her eyes were closed, probably imagining a favorite fantasy, while really going for it. The sounds of the woman gasping were fitted around Miranda's put-on husky voice. "Please, sir, let me cum, I need to cum, please, make me cum," the woman on the bed pleaded. The scene was electrifying as the woman worked the dildo deep inside, thrusting heavily. She raised her hips off the bed in time with every gasp of desperately needed air. "Go for it, slut," the guy said. He was watching Miranda lifting her t-shirt, not the woman who was out shopping that day. "Thank you, sir, your slut is coming!" she shrieked. The woman on the bed collapsed with her own voice whimpering moaning sounds. A very impressive orgasm had been enjoyed. "No don't come in," the woman said. She tried to pull a sheet from under her body to cover it. That's when Miranda walked in on her, though in the film it looked as though the gardener was coming in to take her. The film ended with a splash across the bed naming Geraldine as the star then credits rolled, stolen from a real porn movie. Miranda was very pleased with the voice-over and the film's effect on Geraldine. She wanted to clap she was so pleased with her handiwork. Geraldine had collapsed to the floor. She looked down at the carpet seeing past the pattern, seeing just those dirty images. "A great production, impressive, do you want to know how I did it?" Miranda asked her. "Get out! Don't ever come back," she spat at the girl in anger. "You sure about that? I thought you would be impressed with my media studies project. It may not be art but I'm sure it will make lots of money, especially around town," she said, with a cruel grin on her face. Miranda stood up and smoothed down her skirt. "Sit down! You're not going anywhere you, you, little shit," Geraldine said while struggling to stand on weak legs. She instead flopped back down onto the carpet. "Don't worry I've left you a copy. It's on a CD in the machine under the television," Miranda pointed out. "How did you . . . I don't want to know," Geraldine said, while shaking her head. It was difficult to think straight though she was trying hard to make sense of it. "Why did you?" she began then faltered. "Just a bit of fun, at first," Miranda said. She watched the woman's grimace as she struggled to accept it, then interrupted the garbled complaint. "We can come to an understanding or I can make some money on the internet selling the CD's. At college I can make hundreds of copies," she smirked. "You can't. You wouldn't! No, please, don't do that," Geraldine said, looking more thoughtful than shocked now. "An arrangement, then," Miranda suggested. "What? What kind of arrangement?" she asked. The dullness in the eyes showed she still hadn't recovered yet. This was the time to hit her. "I'll come round to look after you, whenever your husband's away. Kind of babysitting," she smirked. "You want paying then. I'll pay you but you don't need to come here, I don't want you anywhere near me," Geraldine said in a flat tone of voice. "Can't do that, need to be seen to be paid for something," Miranda stated firmly. The woman was going to object so she cut her off. "Don't want it to look like blackmail. That's the arrangement, take it or leave it," she said. "Surely you won't want to hang around here!" Geraldine complained, meaning she didn't want this poor person hanging around her luxury home. "You agree then?" Miranda pressed her. "Do I have a choice?" she asked. Miranda pointed a remote control at the television. "Do you want to watch the film again? It's a masterpiece," she smiled. "No!" Geraldine said, through gritted teeth. "There will have to be rules," she added. "I'm glad you mentioned that. I have only one rule. While I'm babysitting, you do exactly as I tell you. Got it?" Miranda said fiercely. "I'm thirty-two I'm not going to be told what to do in my own home by a young girl," she began. Miranda leaned down, grabbed a fist full of hair to pull her face up. "Listen to me. It's either me making money out of the film and you losing your precious reputation or you abide by my rules. You need this arrangement, I don't. I'm going to have a bit of fun while here. Do you understand?" Geraldine tried to nod her head and it hurt so she muttered agreement. "I didn't hear you, louder," Miranda said in her face. "OK!" she shouted. "You little shit," she murmured. "I'll forget I heard that, just this once. From now on you call me Miss. In fact all you have to say is, 'yes, miss'. Got it? Whatever I say, you say?" Miranda prompted and shook Geraldine's head. "Yes, miss," Geraldine answered. This dreadful girl would have to be tolerated until she could think what to do. It was true the little shit had her in a difficult and objectionable situation. How the hell did she make that film? There must have been a camera in the bedroom right from the beginning, placed there while she showered. It was probably just meant to film her getting dressed and the damn girl got more than she bargained for. She forgot the girl was staying the night and started playing with her toy. The bloody gardener hadn't been around, not on a weekend, so how did she do that? "You can make me coffee and toast, lightly buttered," Miranda demanded. She sat down with a big smile on her face watching the woman of the house shakily get up off the floor. "You've forgotten something!" she said, when the woman turned to leave. "What?" she asked, angry still. "What do you say?" she asked. "Yes, miss," she said, not sounding very agreeable at all. Returning with the late breakfast she roughly handed it to the girl. "Anything else, miss," Geraldine asked, sounding sarcastic. "Just stand there in case I need you," Miranda ordered. "More sugar next time," she added, just to annoy her. "Did I mention a punishment? Your attitude is less than it should be, a bit rude in fact. Get down on the floor and remember what to say when I speak to you," Miranda said. "Yes, miss," Geraldine mumbled. "On hands and knees, that's it, good girl," Miranda said, emphasizing the woman's lowly position. "Crawl over here." Geraldine looked up as though ready to complain and it showed plainly on her face she thought better of it. Playing along until she could get out of this damnable situation had to be the strategy, until the girl became bored with the game or she thought of a way out of this mess. "Just there," Miranda pointed. She leaned forward to grab the woman's hair. While the woman struggled the dressing gown was whipped up at the back and she slapped her ass. "Owww! You can stop that right now!" Geraldine complained. A few more slaps quietened her down. She realized Miranda wasn't letting go till she acquiesced so she would just have to endure it. It wasn't the stinging pain it was the indignity of it that hurt. This young girl was slapping her ass; it was outrageous. She was on the city council, a county committee member and was chairman of a small charity. Geraldine was a respected mature woman and this young girl, from the wrong side of the tracks, was slapping her ass as though she were an errant school girl. "What do you say?" Miranda asked, then slapped her ass again when she didn't respond. "Sorry, miss," she eventually said. The tone of voice was a little more conciliatory this time. "You need to be reminded occasionally of your place, girl," Miranda warned her. "Yes, miss," she responded quickly. It was humiliating speaking like this but at least the bitch had let her go. She would get out from under this distasteful situation and wreak a terrible revenge on her. She was unsure if she could crawl away yet so she just stayed still. The so called nice woman was learning, Miranda thought. "Follow me. No, don't get up, you've got to learn to crawl before you can walk," she laughed. Geraldine needed to bellow loudly like a wild animal in frustration, only just managing to keep her temper. She followed the young tormentor, having to crawl into her own bedroom. She just couldn't look at the unmade bed after watching that despicable film. "Have you showered this morning? Your hair's a mess! I guess that's not your fault, girl," Miranda commented with a wry grin. "I'll get you something appropriate to wear, for your new duties," she said, looking at the woman meaningfully. "Yes, miss," she said. This time she dropped her head in embarrassment from realizing she had said it without thinking. What did this girl mean? It was true her life would be turned upside down if that damnable film were released but could she endure this appalling humiliation. "Get undressed. Don't go all shy, I've seen it all before," Miranda told her. It was true, she had, but that didn't make it any easier. She reluctantly removed the house coat leaving her standing in a thin nightdress. A slap to her rear was a clear order to remove it. Geraldine gritted her teeth and lifted it up over her head to drop it on the floor. She received another slap, this time to a bare ass. "Pick it up girl. Now put it in the laundry box, quickly!" Miranda scolded her. "Yes, miss," she said, scuttling to and from the bathroom. She tried to cover her naked body without being too obvious, not wanting another reprimand. The damn bitch was too handy with those stinging slaps. Miranda worked her way through the many racks in a large wardrobe. "Shoes, I like shoes, it's a pity we're not the same size," Miranda mused. "Not much here, it's all very proper and boring," she announced. She liked the way the woman was repeating, 'yes miss', every time she spoke to her. It sounded like a habit nicely forming. "Let's look for some underwear. I don't know how you wear this stuff," she said, looking at the woman to receive yet again the desired response. "What's this here in at back?" "Oh! This is more to my taste," she said, while holding up a red corset. She waved it in the woman's face watching her turn just as red from embarrassment. "What's this? Who's Susie?" Miranda asked. "A family pet, miss, gone last year, miss," Geraldine stated plainly, with a more respectful tone of voice. "OK!" she said, while swinging the collar and leash in one hand. "Don't just stand there naked, get that underwear on," Miranda rebuked her. "Yes, miss," Geraldine said and quickly picked up the corset. She had never worn it, and she had to struggle to pull it round her. "Here, like this," Miranda sighed in exasperation at the woman's fumbling. She pulled at the cords, wrapping them around eyelets and fastening it tight as if the woman were a parcel. It pushed her breasts up into a deep cleavage with the breasts covered by fine lace. Picking up the dog collar she buckled it around the woman's throat. She stood back to admire the woman's new image. "Better, much better," she said, with a smirk. Geraldine looked away from the tormentor and at the same time avoided a tall mirror on the wall. She dare not contemplate what she looked like. The leash fell down her back nestling between her cheeks. This was so humiliating she wanted to cry. Not wishing to give the girl satisfaction she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. The corset was so tight it cut into her ribs, cutting short the intended breath. Miranda picked up the leash drawing it slowly between the cheeks of her ass. She brought it down with a crack on her bare bottom. A stinging blow brought forth a surprised shout of pain from her victim. "Thank me for punishing you, girl. What do you say?" "Thank you, miss," she said, then tried again on seeing the leash raised. "Thank you for punishing me, miss," she said, with a quiver in her bottom lip. "Good girl, you're learning fast," Miranda said, sounding as condescending as she meant it to be. "Get on the bed, on all fours," she commanded. Another crack of the makeshift whip had the woman scrambling onto the bed where she quickly moved onto hands and knees. From the film Miranda knew where the instrument of torture, Geraldine's black dildo, was. "Lick it, that's a good girl. Suck on it, get it all nice and wet, good girl," Miranda cooed at her, as though she were a simpleton or she was steadying a nervous pet. Pulling it from between the woman's lips she noticed how hard it was held, with her mouth creating a powerful suction. The woman knew what was coming next and didn't want to let it go. Well, too bad, she was in for it now. Miranda and Geraldine Ch. 01 Miranda rubbed the wet dildo over the woman's dry lips. She spat on her fingers and found the woman's clit. It was hard work but she was relentless. "Come on bitch, open up for your mistress," she whispered in the woman's ear. A hard push got the head of the dildo into her dry hole. The lips were hardly open and they didn't like responding to this ill treatment. "Think of that gardener watching you then roughly taking you." Geraldine was hurting physically as well as mentally. She didn't like pain. She had been brought up a nice girl, a spoiled daddy's girl; protected from the harsh realities of the world by him and then her husband. To avoid the pain she latched onto the thought of being taken by the gardener rather than this disgusting girl. She felt her pussy becoming wet, opening up. The damn dildo that got her into this mess was taking her. The shit of a girl was fucking her in her own bedroom! Her breathing became ragged. She was building to an orgasm despite not wanting to. The damn girl was winning every battle and now the war was hers, she was giving in to the inevitable. She climaxed in little spurts of sensations; flutters in her tummy, curling toes, it even blinded her as both eyes rolled up in her head. It was not a cataclysmic orgasm by her standards, but still noteworthy. Miranda watched, keenly noting how different it was this time. She would like an orgasm like that and would just love one like the one in the film. She checked to ensure the miniature camera and sound were still working then went back to her collapsed victim. "Nice orgasm, girl," she whispered to the recovering woman. "You're my little pet now. I'll call you Susie, like on your cute collar. My pet Susie! What do you say, Susie," she asked gently. "Thank you, miss. Thank you for the orgasm, miss," she whispered back. "You may have thought of yourself as a mature responsible woman but today you become my bitch, Susie. I'm going to teach you all sorts of tricks, my little pet," she whispered close in her ear. "Thank you, miss," Geraldine answered dutifully. Miranda and Geraldine Ch. 02 Miranda led her new pet into the kitchen feeling very pleased with her progress after only a few hours of training. She had spent the past week searching the internet for ideas on how to humiliate the stuck up bitch when she accidentally came upon a pet-girl site. She loved the idea of blackmailing the wealthy woman into this humiliating role but hadn't believed it possible. When Geraldine capitulated so easily, Miranda decided to see how far she could push the woman. Submitting her to humiliating acts was not only entertaining, but was providing even more film to blackmail her with. Geraldine didn't realize the nasty actions of the past few hours were being recorded. Every humiliating act was on a miniature camera, to be edited later, making it look as though she enjoyed every moment, leaving her looking sexually depraved. The husband would be home soon so there wasn't enough time to break the woman completely, but the new film would be used later to blackmail her into submission. It seemed she was a natural submissive, not exactly enjoying the rough treatment, just giving in to it easily when dominated. Every time she tried to rebel Miranda whipped her ass with the leash and when she behaved encouragement was given, just as advised on the pet-girl site. Geraldine had controlled the woman's orgasm and managed to change her speech too. The speech training involved making her automatically call Miranda 'mistress', and to respond to being called 'pet.' The training regime was beginning to affect her self image as expected. She was beginning to behave like a silly little pet by submitting to crawling around the floor behind her mistress on a leash. Miranda's pulling on the leash halted her pet. "Stay," she ordered. She looked down at the woman who was on hands and knees waiting for the next humiliation. Clipping the end of the leash to a hook forced her new pet to wait patiently while Miranda prepared a meal. The first thought was to get this pet slave to do it, but an inspiration brought forth a better idea. As she guessed, in a cupboard under the sink, an old stainless steel bowl had been kept after their pet had died. Miranda poured some cereal into it and placed the dog bowl on the floor before her pet. "There you are, Susie, pet," Miranda purred. "Eat it all up Susie, you never know when you'll be fed and your mistress wants you strong and fit," she smiled. It was true Geraldine would need energy and stamina to survive the next hour or so. Geraldine was crying silently into the bowl as she dipped her face into the cereal, dribbling milk down her chin. She felt terrible, and so stupid, for giving in to this eighteen-year-old girl. This demeaning position was despicable yet there she was, a responsible mature woman, being treated like the girls pet. "Whatever you spill will have to be licked up off the floor," Geraldine warned the pet. She leaned against the worktop watching the woman lap up what was supposed to be an early evening meal. The muesli didn't look very appetizing, and eaten like that it looked foul, yet it was a most suitable training exercise for the pet. Miranda wiped the milk away from the woman's face with an old cloth found under the sink. "What do you say, Susie?" Miranda asked, waving an end of the leash in her face. "Thank you mistress," Geraldine whimpered. She wanted to shout obscenities at the girl, but even after eating it felt as though all the energy had been drained from her body, leaving her too weak to fight back. She was a wealthy pampered woman with a good family background and couldn't endure being subjected to this disgusting behavior. The girl was from a rough family with only basic education, yet she had trapped her and taken control, while Geraldine was still in a daze from the implications of that damning film. Seeing that dreadful film had floored her, but since that moment it had all become so much worse. Geraldine kept telling herself to bide her time, to hang on to her sanity a little longer, for she could escape this torture as soon as Matthew arrived home. On the end of the leash Geraldine crawled into the lounge looking at the soft comfortable sofa, longing to rest her sore knees. As though the girl had read her thoughts she not only denied her some comfort but rubbed in this new lowly position. "When you've learned to behave like a good little pet you can climb onto the sofa, as a treat," Miranda said, sounding patronizing. "Thank you mistress," Geraldine said, without a prompt from the leash. The sound of her voice still held a tone of resentment but at least she was replying automatically. Geraldine pulled the leash tight, forcing her pet down at her feet. "Come on pet, you must learn your place, kiss my toes," Geraldine commanded. When the woman looked up at her with a look of scorn she whipped the leash across her ass. "Get to it, naughty pet," she growled. Geraldine yelped from the stinging stroke to her bottom, yet still she hesitated. Again the leash was raised but this time she flinched then quickly put her lips to the young girl's feet. Little derisory comments with slaps to her bottom had Geraldine licking the girl's feet that were thankfully clean. Up Miranda's legs she worked until reaching the girls thighs. Miranda had parted her legs pushing the pet in training between them. Geraldine gritted her teeth, not daring to say anything yet obviously refusing to make further progress. With a sharp stinging clout from the leash and both ankles hooked around the pet's neck, Miranda brought her to heel. Miranda pulled the woman's head down between her legs, lifted her hips and pulled her panties to the side, pushing her pussy into her pet's face. A couple of strokes with shouted orders eventually got her going. Her pet was licking the lips of her pussy in a desultory fashion, without enthusiasm or skill. "You're useless! Bad pet, you'll be punished for such disobedience," Miranda shouted at her. The phone rang and Miranda leaned over to pick it up, forcing her pussy into Geraldine's face even tighter. Not wanting her pet to shout out for help she clamped her thighs tight around her pet's head. "Hello, sir," Miranda said, in a loud whisper. "She's asleep in the bedroom; do you want me to wake her? No, best not," Miranda said, while staring intently at his wife, caught between her thighs. She grinned at the look of horror in her pet's eyes on realizing it was her husband on the phone. The glare in Geraldine's eyes returned though it was overshadowed by indecision. The pet was obviously wondering whether to break free and shout for help, or keep quiet about this horrendous torture. Miranda could see the eyes pleading, staring at the phone for help, yet doing nothing from fear of the blackmail, and all that meant to her life style. Eventually it showed in her eyes; his wife had given up. She slumped between Miranda's legs with her mouth gagged in her mistress's fleshy pussy. It was funny talking to the husband while her sticky pussy juices were glistening on the wife's face. Obviously the wife didn't think so. "Yes, sir, I'll tell her tomorrow. What time should I say you will be home? OK! Have a nice evening, sir," Miranda said. She had used a polite tone of voice to the husband, sounding young and innocent. Reverting to a harsh commanding tone she spoke to his wife who was now her pet. "He won't be home tonight, staying with a drinking friend from the golf club," Miranda repeated, knowing it was a lie, for she knew where he really was. "That means we can get on with your training," Miranda laughed, and leaned forward to pinch pet's nipples. Holding onto them and twisting she whispered in the woman's ear. "Better make sure you take a piss, as a harsh punishment will be called for if little Susie wets herself on the floor." Miranda teased. Geraldine was ready to burst into tears, knowing there would be no rescue tonight. There was nothing she could do or say without getting a spanking, or worse. The girl was stronger than she was, as had already been proved when Miranda forced her down onto the floor. Every time she tried to get up, the girl either kicked her legs away, or forced her down with both hands on her shoulders. Having given up she concentrated on obeying orders to avoid being whipped with the damnable leash. The blow from not having her husband home was too much to bear, but somehow she kept back the flood of tears. Geraldine wasn't taking much notice of what was happening to her, just following where led, only to be awoken from the living nightmare, when she was pulled outside. It was dark but the fences and hedges were low and she was naked! The neighbors could see her if they cared to look outside. She dare not shout or complain or disobey her mistress, as a noisy confrontation would attract attention. "Piss here little pet-girl, Susie. If you let go on the furniture you'll be severely punished," Miranda warned her pet, in a tone of voice meant to humiliate. Geraldine looked around frantically then decided to quickly get the ordeal over and done with. She had always stayed at the best hotels when on vacation and never having gone camping in her life she wondered what to do. She tried separating her legs, in an awkward squat, but still splashed her thighs with urine. It felt hot and sticky and smelt acrid, like ammonia. It was disgusting but it was over with, leaving her feeling dirty and squalid, hoping her mistress would wipe her down as quickly as possible. A realization that she was bending to the repulsive role, accepting the young girl as her mistress, was shuffled away in the back of her mind. "Here pet, you can sleep out here tonight," Miranda said, while trying to keep a straight face. "Mistress, please!" Geraldine desperately whispered. The dog cage, in front of her, had been brought up from the basement; placed by the pool-house when the dog died some time ago but was never disposed of. They used it a couple of times to teach the dog to behave, after it chewed up a pair of Gucci shoes and later a handbag. The irony of the horrendous situation was not lost on her. 'Sweet revenge, Susie,' Geraldine sighed. The dog had been punished in it, and now it looked as though she was to be placed into it, as a punishment. The thought of being uncomfortable all night, while smelling of urine was unimaginably appalling. Geraldine was confused. What had she done to deserve this ill treatment? In the morning she would have to keep quiet in case a neighbor discovered her locked away naked like an errant pet. There was no way it could be explained away and so the news that Geraldine had been caught naked in the garden would spread like wildfire around the neighborhood. That she had been locked in a cage could only mean one thing, she had been playing dirty sex games. Even in this exclusive wealthy area that would start tongues wagging, dropping her reputation into the cesspit. The thought of being exposed to creatures of the night was dreadful. There would be insects, might even be bats, and there was certainly a pack of wild dogs roaming the neighborhood. She knew this for one of her committees had drawn up plans to get rid of them. The thought of a pack of dogs sniffing her naked body in that small cage was too much to withstand. "Please mistress, I'll be a good pet," she whimpered. "Would you rather sleep at the foot of the bed, at your mistress's feet?" Miranda asked. "Yes please, mistress, please let me sleep at your feet, mistress," Geraldine asked with a genuine pathos on her face and in the tone of voice. "I'll be an obedient little pet-girl, mistress," Geraldine spoke out, trying to sound enthusiastic, only to sound more pathetic than ever. "You promise to behave? Do you promise to do exactly as you're told, like a good little pet-girl, Susie? Good girl, you can come back inside then, my cute little pet Susie," Miranda said, laying it on thick with patronizing chatter. It seemed the woman was more afraid for her public reputation than being tortured in private, and that piece of information would be used against her. In the kitchen Miranda washed her down with an old cloth, intended to rub in her lowly status. Her skin was flawless, like a model, perhaps from being on a good diet all her life. Her figure was slim as though she worked out, but the lazy bitch didn't. She hadn't worked a day in her life; she was just lucky with her genes. It was pleasing the way her breasts hung down and swung when she crawled around. The pet was content just kneeling there and waiting, not being punished or humiliated for once. "Come on, its time for me to reap the fruits of my labors," Miranda told her pet. Again Miranda pulled the woman's face between her legs and pulled her knickers to the side. She was pleased to feel gentle kisses brush her thighs. "Be an obedient little pet and do a good job, Susie," she ordered. Reluctantly the woman worked closer and closer to her torturer's lips. Eventually she plucked up enough courage to kiss the girls labia. She had never ever even contemplated such a disgusting thing. That it was this barbaric young girl, forcing her to kiss down there, was dreadful. She was only just holding back from retching. Miranda looked down at the woman marveling at the turn around in their relationship. The woman had been scornful, treating her like a domestic servant, taking it for granted Miranda would do as she was told. Instead, it was this haughty woman on her knees kissing pussy, though admittedly with little skill or enthusiasm. That would come with time and training, she was sure. Grabbing the back of the woman's hair, Miranda scraped her face over a pair of wet pussy lips, smearing sex juices over the woman's nose and lips. Pushed too far, the woman pulled away, trying to stand, but her legs were unsteady from crawling around during the past few hours. Instead she crawled toward the door in a panic, intending to escape without thinking it through. Miranda calmly stood up and stepped in front of the woman, stopping her. Reaching down, Miranda grabbed both shoulders to flip the woman over and sat on her face. She farted loudly right into the pet's face. "No! Please," Geraldine wailed. It was like being back at boarding school, being tormented by a gang of schoolgirls. Just the memory of that terrible episode beat her into submission. This time there could be no frantic calls in the night to her father, to be fetched home. Miranda too thought it was like being back at school, only hers had been a rough local school, where fighting became a talent. "Pet, Susie, listen to me. You promised to behave and do as you are told. In return your mistress will give you little treats. Do you understand? Well, do as you are told," Miranda said firmly, without whipping her this time. Sitting on the sofa, Miranda lifted her hips. "Pull your mistress's panties off, Susie," she told her pet. "Kiss and lick my thighs. That's it, Susie, pet," she cooed at Geraldine. "Further up now, kiss my pussy. Oh! Yes! Good little pet-girl. Keep going, more, lick my pussy, deeper. Deeper, my lovely little pet-girl! Oh! That's a good girl, Susie," Miranda moaned. The once haughty woman seemed to have abandoned all restraint to enthusiastically suck and lick her mistress's pussy. No doubt she had decided to get the ordeal over with as quickly as possible, and so worked on Miranda with gusto, wanting to give the disgusting girl a climax as soon as possible. Miranda opened her legs wide wanting more, wanting it deeper, letting the woman work on her with a tantalizing, wriggling tongue. It seemed to be teasing more than pleasuring, yet an orgasm crept upon her, leaving Miranda yelping and moaning in ecstatic pleasure. She rested her legs over the woman's shoulders, smiling at her. Her pet looked down then away from the naked pussy, looking ashamed over what she had done. Miranda felt clean from sticky juices, for her pet had licked her spotless. "Hand me my panties, Susie," she told her pet. It was time to give her orders that could easily be obeyed, so the little pet could get used to unthinkingly following them, and therefore become a fully trained pet-girl. Miranda hoped that she would soon have her in such a state, that the pet dare not do anything, without an order from her mistress. "I'd like a drink, what's in the drinks cabinet?" Miranda asked. She watched her pet crawl across the floor with a delightful wiggle of her ass. "No, nothing like that, any beer?" she asked. Geraldine dutifully padded out to the kitchen to look and report back what was available. "I guess a coffee will have to do," Miranda said. "Is there any cream?" she added to the retreating wiggling bottom. Geraldine squatted at her mistress's feet looking down in the subservient pose as taught. Miranda patted her head in a demeaning way, adding another small message as to her lowly status. "That was good Susie. As a reward pet can get up onto the sofa. Here nuzzle your mistress, Susie," Miranda told her. The gentle tone of voice was meant to contrast with the harshness used when pet disobeyed an order. Miranda arranged Geraldine on the sofa, with the woman's head in her lap, by pulling on the leash. She stroked her little obedient pet's hair, with the other hand massaging the naked flesh of her legs, breasts and bottom. "Such a lovely, cute, little pet-girl I have. Such a beautiful body for mistress to play with," she whispered gently. She could feel the woman relaxing, thinking she had pleased her mistress, thereby avoiding a punishment. "When Susie is a fully trained pet-girl, obeying mistress's every command, your mistress will be all the more pleased with Susie," Miranda said. She felt her pet flinching at the words as they sank in. She tensed up then slowly relaxed, face down in Miranda's lap, either accepting her place or resigned to it, for the moment. "If your husband finds out about me I'll show him the film. Stop, Susie! Wait till I tell my pet the rest of it," she told the woman, who was promising never to tell. "I'll then put on a show for him, demonstrating how debauched his little pathetic wife has become. The two of us playing with each other, cavorting on the bed, licking and sucking, do you think he would like such a show?" she asked, but Geraldine couldn't answer. "I could offer him a choice, fuck little pathetic wife or me. Who do you think he would choose, Susie? Would he choose a young nubile pussy or wife's pussy, a pussy he's had so many times before?" Miranda teased. "Please don't tell him," Geraldine said, sounding concerned, yet wanting to spit in the girls face. If she had the strength she would have strangled the girl. Miranda was waving a miniature camera in her face with a big smile plastered across hers. Slowly it sank in. All this sickening behavior had been captured to blackmail her with. "Alright, I'll try and do what you want," Geraldine sighed, in resignation. "I'll be your, pet–girl, just give me a chance," Geraldine said, while trying to hide the venom in her thoughts. "Say it properly then, show me you can be my obedient little pet-girl, my Susie" Miranda demanded. Geraldine took a deep breath. However undignified it was she had no choice but give in to the despicable girl. "Susie will obey mistress, Susie promises, anything mistress wants Susie will do, honest, mistress," Geraldine whimpered from the humiliation of it. In a gush of words she attempted to convince Miranda of her sincerity to avoid anyone finding out the dreadful secret. Geraldine pushed Miranda's legs apart to lick at her pussy, while looking up at her mistress, hoping for approval. "Alright you silly little thing, go on, pleasure your mistress," Miranda smiled. Miranda and Geraldine Ch. 02 This time Geraldine energetically lapped at her mistress's pussy lips, sucking, rubbing, and eventually entering the wet tunnel with an enthusiastic wriggling of her tongue. She used both hands too. She was furious, using the anger to drive her on. It looked to Miranda as though she were pleased to be allowed to pleasure her mistress. Geraldine was going at it with great fervor while hoping to distract the blackmailer from even thinking about telling her husband. Miranda positioned the camera over her shoulder with the angle posed on her pet, now ardently working away at her pussy. "Is my little pet enjoying herself?" Miranda asked. Geraldine let go of the lips she had sucked into her mouth, to nibble on, and took a deep breath. "Yes mistress, thank you mistress," Geraldine said, and immediately went back to sucking pussy with a noisy enthusiasm. "You're a noisy little suck pet, what are you, Susie?" Geraldine asked. This time she had to lift the woman's head away from her crotch, to face her and the miniature camera. The once conceited woman had a face slick wet with sex juices from a young girl's pussy. "I'm your pathetic little suck pet, mistress, a noisy little suck pet-girl, mistress," she said, with an endearing look of humiliation on her face, then went back to sucking and probing. Miranda was pleased knowing how damning that would look on film, especially after adding all the crawling and spanking the woman had taken. She would make it look as though Geraldine was really into this and had been for some time. Keeping pet up late, leaving her exhausted, was meant to break its spirit, making it easier to train and this seemed to work. Eventually Miranda too was tired and decided to bed her pet down for the night. She hog tied the woman and gagged her then tethered her to the end of the bed. Her pet would have a restless night, frightened of falling off the end and choking herself. Next morning pet was ordered to make breakfast. Her plate of food was tipped into the dog's bowl where she had to lap it up on hands and knees. Geraldine was so eager to please she looked pathetic, as though she were already a well trained pet-girl. Miranda noted how her pet kept looking out of the window, in case anyone saw her naked in the kitchen. She made her pet dig out clothes from the wardrobe, with few of them being any use for what was planned. Miranda cut the lining from a white summer dress leaving it see-through in the sunshine. At the bottom of a drawer, as though hidden, she found a set of white underwear, unopened. The dress now looked sexy with a half cup bra and just a thong underneath. Miranda straightened her pet's hair with the intention of making her look as young as possible. In contrast she wore one of Geraldine's suits, worn for committee meetings and such. She wore suspenders and stockings underneath the skirt that she wore shorter than Geraldine ever dared. Being taller and by lifting up the waist she got the hem well above the knee. At first Geraldine was reluctant to leave the house, but a sharp rebuke with a slap to her ass kept her moving through the kitchen to the garage. In the large garage were several cars, including a red Italian sports car. It was tempting, but the prestigious Jaguar was chosen instead. While driving to a mall Miranda spelled out the rules again. "You will be called pet or Susie and will be my assistant, so I will also call you girl in others presence. Got that?" "Yes, mistress," Geraldine responded quickly. "Good pet, but call me miss when anyone is around," Miranda said. She could see the little bitch was just aching to ask where they were going and what was to happen to her. The discipline from last night was keeping her in check, though. Miranda had a big happy smile on her face. This had gone well beyond the intended bit of blackmail intended. Instead she had this rich woman so well trained she had become a pet-girl. The woman was slightly shorter than her but calling her a little pet-girl and watching the face cringe in an agony of humiliation was so very entertaining. Though now she was accepting the abuse, showing less of a reaction, and that called for more degrading acts to keep her in her place. Miranda and Geraldine Ch. 03 Miranda parked up and had to pull Geraldine out of the car. Miranda whipped her ass once with a leash. "You will do as you are told, you naughty pet, or I'll have to clip this leash to you're collar and drag you around the mall. Got that, Susie, pet?" Miranda asked, while looking fiercely into her pet's eyes. Geraldine fingered the collar on being reminded of it. It belonged to a pet that died last year, and now she wore it as a stark reminder of the dire relationship enforced upon her, by the damn girl. It still had the pet name on the front, Susie, so that's what Miranda called her. "Sorry, mistress, please don't put me on a leash," Geraldine grimaced. The ignominy of wearing the collar was bad enough, and having to bend to this torturers will was infuriating. Miranda was only eighteen compared to her thirty-two years of age, yet the inexperienced girl had her blackmailed into a corner. Geraldine had to admit she wasn't worldly wise, having been protected and pampered all her life. This girl was streetwise enough to take advantage of her, before she had a chance to think what to do, and had kept her off balance ever since. Geraldine was shocked into the present, on seeing her reflection in the window of a store front. Her body was reflected back at her through the light cotton dress, with a clearly seen white thong and half cup bra. Everything was on show! She hurried to catch up with her mistress, having to keep close, as the only means of protection. She was a pillar of the community, chairing several local action groups, and a member of important committees. To be seen like this would cause a stir among that social elite. Her hand went to the collar again and she wondered what fellow committee members would think. She could hardly shrug it off as sentimentality over a lost pet. "Pay attention pet-girl! Is pet's mistress going to tether her pet out here like a bitch, or is it going to behave?" Miranda asked, in a harsh voice. Geraldine looked around wishing the girl would keep her voice down. "Yes, mistress," she replied. "You've been trained to reply better than that, now tell me which it is to be," Miranda asked, with obvious annoyance. "Susie, will obey mistress and behave like a well trained pet-girl, mistress," Geraldine replied quickly. There was a couple approaching, and she didn't want the embarrassment of them overhearing. As infuriating as it was to speak like that, she had to yield to the girl's audacious demands, giving her yet another victory. The leash had a lock at each end, which would make it impossible to break free, and she knew by now it was no idle threat. The thought of being tethered outside, like her pet Labrador, was too dreadful to contemplate. People passing would think it was a joke or a university prank and laugh at her. Some would join in the joke and stop to stroke her, especially the men. Seeing the collar, they were bound to call her Susie, and the thought of it produced an involuntary shudder. People had made a fuss of her pet Labrador, so the image of it happening to her, being reduced to a dumb pet, was terrible. A gang of young guys might not just pat her head. If one of them took advantage it would encourage the others to do the same, until she had hands all over her body. The original Susie would have enjoyed it but not this pet. What if an irresponsible pet owner let their dog sniff her, or try to mount her in public? The idea of being at the mercy of any passers by, might give her an insight as to how it would have been for her pet Labrador, but it was an experience to be avoided. She looked around again hoping no-one heard the demeaning statement, keeping close to her mistress as though still on a leash. At least inside the mall the bright sunlight wouldn't shine through the dress. It was a rough, rundown place, so she was unlikely to meet anyone she knew. "Stand there, Susie, pet," Miranda said. She watched her pet dutifully obey, under the threat of a punishment, or some enforced humiliating act. It was so amusing she wanted to laugh at the stupid woman. She looked in the window pretending to examine the display of shoes. Instead she scanned the mall in its reflection. A guy turned to his friends pointing at her pet. A spotlight shone through the dress giving them something interesting to watch. They began taking out camera phones, taking snaps of her pet-girl. Miranda was happy to give them a thrill, and hoped they might have the guts to amble over, to embarrass her pet. What she was really looking at was a store, tucked away in a corner of the mall. An old school friend appeared at the door and beckoned to her. That meant the way was clear. "See those guys over there, Susie, pet?" Miranda asked. Geraldine glanced over to where the girl looked and was appalled. A group of scruffy guys were taking photos of her, not very tactfully either. The lurid expressions on their faces told her the awful truth of why. She looked down at the dress, then into the store window, to see a spotlight was the cause. The dress was illuminated like a lampshade, with her body clearly visible through it. "Mistress, please," she begged, imploring with her eyes to be led away. "Does pet want to go and play with the boys?" Miranda asked. Her pet shook its head vigorously. "I could leave pet with them while I shop. They might like a hot bitch to play with. They look like very wicked boys with nasty games in mind," she teased. "Remember, pet needs mistress for protection, pet-girl," she sternly stated. "Yes, mistress, thank you for looking after your pet-girl, mistress," Geraldine said, with a shudder. She looked at the bunch of guys, seeing on their faces what games they would like to play, and not liking it at all. She pressed close to Miranda, knowing she really did need protection. Miranda took a hold of her hand as though it were a leash, to walk over to the store she had been watching. There was no fancy display in this window, just a black cloth draped behind it, with an anonymous name above the door. Her pet didn't care what it sold, just so long as she could get out of the limelight. It took a little while for her to realize what she had walked into. Geraldine let out a little whine of anguish on seeing she was in a sleazy sex shop. She looked toward the door then back at the lurid displays. Her shoulders slumped in resignation knowing she dare not walk out there, where those young guys would be waiting for her. "Hi Miranda, how you doing," Kate asked. Not waiting for a reply she reassured her friend. "Janet won't be in until this afternoon, so you've got a couple of hours. Who's this then?" she asked. "Oh! This? It's my new pet-girl," Miranda bragged, reacting as though she was used to the woman being at her heel. Shrugging her shoulders as though it was nothing, she winked at her friend, reminding her to join in the game. "It's a nice looking pet, a good smooth clear skin, very cute!" Kate enthused. "Lets get started, I have a lot of ideas for stuff," Miranda said, in a determined tone. She clipped the leash to her pet's collar leading the woman to the back of the store, into a changing room. "Get that dress off, Susie," she ordered. Seeing how nervous and reluctant the pet was she decided to cajole the woman, instead of thrashing her. "Susie doesn't want to go outside in that thing. I'll get something to cover up my lovely pet. I don't want everyone ogling my naked pet," she added. Unable to think straight, from fear of the strange place, she lifted the dress up over her head. Besides, she was becoming used to obeying the girl. "Now the underwear, come on quickly," Miranda crossly told her. The woman was trying to cover her body while stripping off. The realization she would end up naked, in a lewd store, was beginning to show on her face. Miranda snatched the panties from her hand, before the woman had a chance to protest. Grabbing the dress and bra off a hook she held onto them. Looking over her pet, with Kate, put the pet in its place. "My pet looks gorgeous, don't you think, Kate?" They were amused by the woman's reaction. She seemed to curl up, trying to cover her nakedness, before the two young women. "Turn around, Susie," Miranda ordered. "Nice firm ass," Kate commented. Miranda bent her over the back of a chair. Geraldine sniffled from expecting a punishment, only it didn't come. Instead, the leash was clipped to a hook on the floor, keeping her bent over the chair. "Stay there and be an obedient little pet-girl," Miranda said, rubbing in the woman's lowly place, in front of her friend. The two girls walked off leaving her naked ass pointing toward the curtain. They hadn't even bothered to pull it shut properly, meaning to leave a clear message, that she wasn't so important any more; her ass needn't be covered or protected, they just casually left it out on display. There was no where for her to go while naked and being clipped to the floor meant she couldn't leave anyway. This was another command she just had to obey. "So what do you want?" Kate asked. "I'm not sure what I want. The pet-girl will pay, she's stinking rich," Miranda explained. "She's well trained. I've seen the ones the boss has here sometimes and they're the same, well almost. Janet tried it on with me, when I was first here, but soon gave up," Kate said. "So what kind of pet-girl is she?" Kate asked. On seeing the hesitation she said. "I'll show you the pet bitch range if you like. Some of this stuff is cheap rubbish. These are good, practical too," Kate said, pointing to a set of padded paws and knee pads. "I'll take them, the best ones. Is that a tail?" Miranda giggled. They chatted and shopped as though it were an ordinary trip out. Miranda was surprised by some of the things on display and some others had to be explained to her. Geraldine was in an agony of despair, feeling so very vulnerable. It had been so demeaning to be displayed and talked about in front of one of her friends. How had she sunk so low as to just let it happen without a fight? What could she do when naked, other than wait for that horrendous girl? Dependent on the girl for clothes, she dare not even move to sit down. Instead she leaned over the back of a chair ass up, naked, in a tawdry store. In the mirror she could see a customer walk past behind her. Anyone could glance in to see her naked bottom pointing at them, with everything else between. The damn girl was spending her money, buying torture instruments to be used against her. Was it only yesterday her innocence had been cruelly stripped away from her? In such a short time she had been reduced from a decent housewife, to a young girls pet. The humiliation was enough to make her weep, yet she kept the tears back, telling herself it would soon be over. When returned home, to the protection of her husband, everything would return to normal. She wondered if she could ever forget this terrible torture. She had to keep the torturer happy, to make sure she was returned home, without any damage being done to her reputation. If she quietly obeyed the harridan, let her spend some money here, she hoped the girl would get her some decent clothes. "Good little pet-girl," Miranda said. She was pleased with the wane smile her pet managed. The pet was obviously trying to behave. She would have to be careful not to push it too far though, for she didn't want the silly bitch to completely break down, or start disobeying. "I've bought my little pet something to wear," she smiled. The woman quickly snatched the garment only to look at it in consternation. "Don't worry that's not all. So what do you say?" she asked. "Thank you, mistress," Geraldine managed to say, without sounding too bitter. "It is well trained, a credit to you. You've got a natural pet-girl there," Kate commented. The comments made her feel small and worthless. Geraldine stretched the little nylon body stocking up her legs feeling so cringingly hopeless with the two girls watching her so closely. They looked at her as though she were some exotic pet. It was so embarrassing, not being able to hide her body while pulling it on. The tan nylon had to be drawn up her body, struggling all the way, leaving it transparent like a pair of tights. Her breasts were held up in the awful garment, as though purposely presented on display. Heaving the dreadful thing over her shoulders left it biting her crotch deeply. It fit between the cheeks of her bottom, and separated the lips of her pussy, in a coarser display than when naked. "Put these on," Miranda told her, as though it were a favor, as though she were indulging a pet. Geraldine was reminded of the way she had talked to her pet Labrador and cringed. She had to get free of this degrading torment soon for she was identifying with her pet dog, wondering how closely this behavior matched her pet. She took a deep breath to steel herself against the patronizing tones, reminding herself it just had to be done. "Thank you, mistress," she croaked, from a dry mouth. "Come on Susie," Miranda said, pulling on the leash. The pet balked on realizing she was to be led out on all fours, into the nasty store. The pads she wore, on hands and knees, would make it easier but they also restricted her. Her hands were fastened into mittens, shaped like paws, so she couldn't grip anything. The other pads kept the knees locked, so she couldn't stand up. Damn! This shit of a girl beat her every time. She wasn't stupid, just way out of her depth, when it came to dealing with this streetwise tramp. She decided to just go along with it all, to save even more humiliation. It was irritating to be reminded it wasn't her decision to make at all, for the girl manipulated her into obeying every time. "Its very obedient, follows you around like a well trained little pet. Well done Miranda," Kate laughed. The three slowly patrolled the store looking for clothes to add to the box of toys already chosen. The pet's tits no longer gyrated under her as she crawled, as the body-stocking held them tight. If anything it was a more gorgeous sight, with its ass sticking up in a provocative pose. The knee braces meant she had to crawl with her ass stuck up as though offering it to her mistress. The cheeks cranked up and down with every step, which the girls admired, as they paraded around. Geraldine cringed from their salacious and demeaning remarks as she crawled around the store. There were few customers but they were used to such exhibitions. Geraldine wasn't though. The buzzer sounded and a young woman walked in. She strode up to the three of them and without as much as a 'hello' launched right in. "Are you Janet?" she demanded. "Hi, nice to meet you, I'm fine too," Kate said. "No I'm not," she added, matching glare for glare with the stranger. "Where is she?" the young woman asked. "Janet will be in later, she's the owner of this fine emporium. Who shall I say was asking?" Kate asked, with a sly smile on her face. "Yea, is she? Well I'll be back later. My names, Teresa, got it? You can tell her I want my friends back! Have you seen them here? Cindy, and another Asian girl, Brandi, they were here yesterday," Teresa asked, sounding a little less aggressive. "I only work Mondays. I'd be careful if I were you, with Janet, just some friendly advice," Kate told her. "I can handle myself," Teresa said. "A friend told me they were here. She was all over him. According to him she went nuts over him, and offered to do anything he wanted, if you know what I mean. She sounds like a pathetic slut to me," Teresa told her. Kate looked surprise, until it dawned on her. "This friend, a young stupid inexperienced guy, was he?" she asked. "Yea, I guess so, yea, that's him," Teresa replied. "She likes to tease guys, play with their minds, all sorts of games she gets up to. It's the two women you need to worry about though. She trains them, gets bored, and packs them off to a friend. Though I guess it's the friend who's dangerous," Kate said, with a look of distaste on her face. "What do you mean?" Teresa asked. "She sells them on. An auction sometimes, they've had one here. Other times she arranges a direct sale to another woman or a guy. What are your friends like, can they stand up to being heavily dominated?" Kate asked. "I guess Brandi could stand it. I'm not sure about Cindy, she might cave in," Teresa said, now looking worried. "You're not shitting me are you?" she said, with a look of suspicion in her yes. "Just trying to help, letting you know what you're up against. Make sure you don't get caught in their web, that's all. You could end up a pathetic pet-girl, like this one. They'd sell you off for a good profit," Kate warned. Teresa snorted in disgust. She knew it was possible, had heard it from Brandi, how she had been auctioned; only it somehow turned out alright. Teresa couldn't imagine what that would be like and didn't intend to find out. The woman on all fours looked pathetic, though intriguing. "Nice pet you have," she said, to the important looking business woman dressed in an expensive, silk suit. The woman didn't answer, just smiled. "Looks great doesn't it. Well behaved too. I'll buy it off you when you get bored with it," Kate said, playing along with her friend, though meaning it too. The pet looked up at Teresa with just a quick glance. That was all it took for Teresa to recognize her. She couldn't remember what college committee the woman was on but it would come to her. Shit! This important woman visiting a sex shop was bad enough, and she was practically naked, on hands and knees. She was obviously being dominated by this woman, probably buying crude toys to use on her. Teresa had no time to ponder what was going on though took the advice seriously, especially after seeing the feeble pet-girl. "Thanks, I'll keep it in mind. See you later," Teresa said and walked out. Geraldine needed her mistress's attention, and so whined at her like a pet bitch. As she did so, it reminded her of Susie, her Labrador, and this jut made her feel more pathetic than ever. "Yes, Susie," Miranda said. "Mistress won't, err, sorry mistress. Mistress's pet means to behave, mistress, Susie will be an obedient little pet-girl, honest mistress," Geraldine sung out a string of words, not making sense. She looked up at her mistress, trying to be a cute puppy, but not making the grade. "There, there little Susie, calm down," Miranda said, trying to be reassuring. With the pets chin in her hand she stroked its hair. "Ah! Is it those missing girls that upset you, Susie, my pet," she asked. "Yes, mistress," Geraldine said, with a little sob. "Come on, Susie, tell me what's that matter," Miranda asked. She loved the way this haughty woman had been brought so low. She was patronizing her and the woman was lapping it up. "You. Oh! Sorry mistress. Mistress won't get bored with her pet will she?" Geraldine asked, sounding so very pathetic. "Silly little Susie. Your mistress has a long way to go with you before then, don't worry your lovely giddy head over it. Come on Kate, let's give it a stroke, make it feel better," Miranda told her friend. "She's gorgeous, you have a perfectly pretty pet," Kate said, while stroking her tummy and breasts. Geraldine felt the two pairs of hands all over her body, fingers exploring everywhere. She didn't withdraw from the touching; rather, she found it soothing to the point of wagging a non-existent tail. The little drama left Miranda thinking about what she might do with the woman in the future, for she couldn't just keep her forever. Could she train the pet so completely it would think of itself as a slave? A slave was just an object wasn't it? You could do anything you liked with an object you owned, and that object would simply accept whatever you wanted to do with it. Once that happened it could accept being sold. Miranda and Geraldine Ch. 03 To be bought by a stranger, what would that be like? Miranda wondered how much a fully trained pet-girl was worth. Too soon they ran out of time, so everything was packed up, before the boss arrived. At the counter the doggy pads were handed over to be totaled up with everything else. The pet stood waiting patiently, seeming far more co-operative since their chat about slaves being sold. With a nod from her mistress, the dress was quickly pulled on, over the body stocking. A blank check was handed over, already signed by Geraldine. Geraldine didn't complain about how she was dressed, rather, she seemed eager to please. Miranda wondered how pleased she would be with the toys once they got home. They both marched through the mall, keen to get home, though, each for different reasons. Miranda had toys to play with, to try out on her pet. Geraldine needed the safety of home. She also had a new impetus, a nagging urge to keep her mistress happy. A thought kept working away at her, just not letting her rest. Those two women had been serious; there really were auctions where people were sold. It was frightening, yet so thrilling, her mind was numb with fear and excitement all mixed together. This young girl might become bored with her and sell her to a stranger. How would he, or she, view something purchased? They would look at her seeing an object, not a real free person. They would just see an article bought to be played with, something to use as a sex toy. Geraldine looked around the store taking in each of the racks of sex toys, examining them from a distance. She too could become one of these things, just a sex toy, kept by some man or woman. A small part of her was disappointed she was being driven home to her husband and the usual boring existence. Geraldine dropped her body into the car as opposed to sliding in gracefully. She had always been in control, holding her body elegantly, holding her head high and holding back from life. Now she felt lithe and snake like, wanting to purr, feeling sexually awake, at last. She felt an awakening to her sexuality, after being asleep all these years, and just now becoming alive. Miranda and Geraldine Ch. 04 Chapter 4 A wealthy woman submits to being a girl's pet The woman had submitted to blackmail so quickly Miranda, at first, had trouble finding ways to humiliate her. Miranda then set on a course of deliberately trying to make Geraldine feel worthless, and it had worked. The thirty-two year old woman had given her a hard time, when she came round to help out. Now the self-important, stuck up bitch, was her pet, ready to obey anything she demanded. Only a few days ago Geraldine was a self-assured, mature and responsible woman, considered a pillar of society. How this young eighteen-year-old had subverted her was a mystery; it was diabolical. She had told herself it was necessary to give in to her teasing, to avoid the disgrace of that nasty video being made public. That was how her downfall started. The simple teasing had developed into a harsh regime of punishment and humiliation, until at some point, she had completely capitulated. Miranda had her jumping through perverted hoops, way beyond her circle of experience. It wasn't just uncomfortable it was humiliating beyond endurance, breaking her will to resist. She had been cleverly manipulated into becoming this girls pet. Now her self-image was being rebuilt, to the girls own low standards of morality; having to perform vile degrading sexual acts on demand. The young girl had forced her to realise a nasty truth about herself. She was a submissive! Miranda and a young friend had laughed about it, ridiculing her, as she crawled around on the end of a leash between them. On hearing the frightening tale of a woman being sold as a sex slave, Geraldine not only gave up resisting, she began to try in earnest to please her mistress. The idea of being sold like a mere object was appalling, and so she decided to keep Miranda happy, and avoid the dreadful prospect. On the drive back to her home, Geraldine stared out of the window, unable to look at her tormentor. Could she really play along with her despicable games, just to keep the little slut happy? It was a disheartening prospect but she would find the strength somehow. There was a slight hope this would all end on arriving home, to her husband, yet this new state of submissiveness would mark her for a long time to come. A nagging feeling of imminent doom filled her with trepidation. Why had the girl bought those fetish clothes and dreadful toys, if this was to end so soon? She hoped they were just a parting gift, a last humiliation inflicted upon her. *** "Bring everything into the house," Miranda dismissively ordered. She walked from the garage into the house without a backward glance, expecting the woman to obey. "Yes, mistress," Geraldine whispered submissively. Her husband was sure to be home by now, so how was she to explain away the dress? The light summer dress was far more revealing than she would ever consider wearing, and underneath it was an all in one bodysuit. Nervously, she entered the kitchen, no longer the mistress of her own home. "Go get the other stuff, quickly," Miranda ordered, treating the older woman like a servant. Geraldine scampered out, wondering where her husband was. If he wasn't there she was in trouble. All these items purchased in that dreadful sex shop were to be tried out on her. She didn't know what her mistress had bought, but the sight of those disgusting things on shelves and racks was daunting. "You had better take that dress off. Pet doesn't want to be punished for getting it dirty, do we pet," Miranda warned her. "No mistress, I mean, yes, mistress," Geraldine stammered. Wearing just a thin nylon body stocking in the kitchen was embarrassing, and naturally she wanted to cover herself, in case someone saw her through the window. Nevertheless, she had learnt to stand straight, with arms out at her sides, or receive a slap. She stood before the young girl, feeling small and insignificant under her close examination. She had done this to the girl last week, examining her fingernails to make sure they were clean. So this is how humiliating it felt, to be treated like menial servant. "Feel the seam at the crotch. Now pull it apart, that's it. Go to the toilet, unless pet would rather go outside?" she teased. "Thank you, mistress," Geraldine whimpered gratefully, remembering the ordeal of last night. The memory of having to urinate outside was disgusting, and in daylight it would be excruciating. Some busybody would be sure to see her. "You can make lunch. Bring it into the lounge. Something for you too, you know how, don't you?" Miranda asked her pet, with a knowing smile. "Yes, mistress," Geraldine quickly replied. Without thinking Geraldine bowed her head in supplication to her mistress. The humiliation of eating food from a dog bowl lessened, as she became used to it. Besides, she was sure there were worse things to come. "You've lapped up all your dinner like a good little pet," Miranda cooed, while patting her head. The patronising tone of voice had become a habit; no longer needed to enforce the relationship of mistress and pet. "Now you can take off your mistress's panties. Unlike my wanton pet, I get to wear them, as I don't get them slimy with sex juices all the time," Miranda explained, rubbing in the woman's lowly status. "What do you think of your mistress's pussy, pet?" she asked, as though it were an ordinary everyday question, about a pair of shoes. "Its nice mistress," Geraldine squirmed. "Is that all? Well, you'll learn better. Lick it and kiss it. That's it worship your mistress's pussy, like a good little pet. That's enough. Wipe my pussy with them. Push the crotch in a little bit. Mmmm, that feels nice, kind of different, but nice. Enough! Put them in your mouth, no, the crotch first. Let them dangle from your mouth, that's it, perfect," she giggled. Geraldine's face was screwed up unpleasantly, with a look of distaste. The flavour and odour was pungent and there was no getting away from it. Miranda used this was just another amusing humiliation as well as teaching her to get used to the taste of her pussy. When used to her sex juices, it would help the woman become all the more efficient, when licking her to an orgasm. Her tongue must be getting stronger too, from having to lap up her meals. "Turn around, pet," she said. Miranda admired the way she obeyed without being ordered and without question too. Pulling something out of a shopping bag, she leant over the woman's ass. "Pets' first present, from mistress," Miranda announced. Geraldine felt a hard object rubbing her lips. This is how she got into trouble. The girl filmed her playing with a dildo on her bed then cleverly cut it with a film of the gardener, making it look as though he was watching. The voice over made it sound as though he were encouraging her to an orgasm. Geraldine couldn't help becoming excited, just a little. She didn't want this to happen. She would have cursed and screamed murder, a couple of days ago. She instead braced herself for the inevitable, knowing it was impossible to resist her mistress's abuse. She sighed deeply. She had accepted this young girl as her mistress so deeply she not only replied with the word, she used the title in her thoughts too. Geraldine was relieved to feel grease being rubbed over her crotch. Liberal dollops of the stuff were palmed there, smeared even between the cheeks and little brown hole. She felt pleased her mistress wanted to eliminate the pain of it entering a dry pussy. The gratitude was another sign of a low self-worth, a sign recognised and regretfully accepted. "Mistress! Please," she yelped. Thinking it was in the wrong place, she tried to warn her mistress. Geraldine felt it pressing between her cheeks, at her bottom. Geraldine couldn't help a spluttered yelp of anguish. "Mistress, please, not there!" she cried out. "Shush, pet, try to relax, and it will be so much easier," Miranda warned. Miranda ringed her asshole with a finger, rubbing grease into the woman, finger deep. The sensitive asshole flexed, clenching and unclenching. Not wanting to, she nevertheless tried to open up, knowing it would happen anyway. She felt her small virgin opening being invaded. It was a curious feeling. It rubbed her vagina wall on the wrong side. Somehow it did feel slightly erotic. An image flashed through her mind, of the rough young gardener, taking her. Despite quickly repressing it, the thought helped a little. "That wasn't too bad was it, pet," Miranda warmly told her, while slapping her bottom playfully. She liked the way the woman yelped every time the butt plug was jiggled around, and noticed that her breathing was quickening, progressing to little gasps. A small metal tube was pulled from the bag and pushed into the rubber butt plug. Geraldine heard a hiss of air and realised the thing inside was expanding. "Don't panic! Stop squirming around," Miranda warned her. "It's getting bigger, to hold it in place," Miranda explained. The can was quickly empty and silent, so the woman stopped trying to force it out. It was useless trying now it was inflated; it was in place until someone pushed on the release valve. Miranda pulled the can away from the butt plug and dropped it into the bag. Another devious device was fished out. This too fitted into the butt plug. "Crawl around, pet. Still got mistresses panties? Good! Come on get a move on, small steps, till you get used to it. That's it, now back here," Miranda encouraged her. "Try crawling around the room, good pet," Miranda said, as though she were training a puppy. "Stay there. Look over your shoulder, at your ass," Miranda told her. Geraldine did so, in trepidation of what she might find. She immediately closed her eyes, screwing them tightly shut, rather than burst into tears. A large fluffy tail protruded up from her bottom. In the mirror she could see it was attached to the horrid butt plug. It was no wonder the damn butt plug shifted around inside with every movement. It wriggled around inside her ass, with every crawling step, in time with the wagging tail. The damnable girl had caught her out yet again! "The tail can be detached with this tool then the valve can be pressed, to let out the air. That's the only way it can be removed. Clever little thing isn't it!" Miranda giggled. "Come over here and thank your mistress for your new gift," Miranda said. She watched the pet crawl toward her, the tail swishing back and forth, with every movement of her buttocks. She could imagine what it was doing inside her ass. Her smelly panties had been forgotten, as they too swung from her gritted teeth, in an opposite gyration to the tail. Miranda clapped her hands with glee, laughing out loud. This was all going with such an easy swing, way beyond her expectations. The once proud woman stopped before her, right between her legs, with head down, eradiating despondency. "What do you say?" she asked. "Thank you mistress, for my gift," Geraldine whispered. With the panties held in her teeth, she had a delightful lisp. "You can do better than that, pet. Speak up, and it's a tail you are thanking me for," she admonished the woman. "Thank you mistress, for the tail, your pet," she faltered. "Your pet is grateful, for her lovely new tail," Geraldine managed to croak, holding back tears threatening to spill from a pair of sad eyes. "That's better! Your mistress knew pet could do it, if she tried. Now let's get these on you," she said, revealing the pads worn in the sex shop. Lifting each knee then her hands in turn, Geraldine was soon padded with paws. "That will help you crawling around, especially in the kitchen. Try not to get them dirty, pet," Miranda smirked. It also meant the woman couldn't stand up, or use her hands. Even if she got a hold of the key there was no way, with those puppy paw mittens, could she get the tail off. Miranda wasn't too sure at first, though the look was growing on her. It was the fact that the bitch was completely at her mercy. That swayed her into liking the result. She walked over to the fireplace and put the key on a shelf above it, among the expensive ornaments. Looking at her pet she could see it had absorbed the significance of the act. It was plainly on view, yet impossible to reach, as she couldn't stand. The pet could only crawl while wearing those knee pads, as they held her knees bent. She crawled with an adorable wiggle, with her ass pointing upward. They couldn't be removed either, while wearing the pads on her hands. Her pet was completely at her mercy and she knew it! It was an amusing thought that the woman of the house, once mistress of her domain, couldn't reach that key. She had to crawl around, in her own lounge, looking up to where it was so tantalising close yet out of reach. In the meantime she would have to wear a humiliating tail reminding her, with every movement, of the butt plug tight up her ass. Miranda giggled in delight while stroking her hair. Rummaging around in the bag she brought out an impressive dildo. She strapped it around her waist and eased into her vagina. It took a little time even with some lubrication. "Wow! That's a tight fit," she smiled at her pet. "I'm so pleased with my little puppy, I'm going to give it a good fucking!" she announced. Thrusting out her hips the double ended dildo swung up in front of her, looking big and impressive. "I bet you haven't had a man this good, little puppy-girl," she stated. "Are you ready for a good seeing-to, puppy-girl?" she asked. "Yes, mistress," Geraldine whimpered. Looking up at her mistress, the dildo looked enormous. She took the hint, knowing she had to be more elaborate with her answers. "Thank you mistress, your little puppy-girl needs a good fucking. Puppy-girl wants, mistress to fuck her hard," she confessed. It was a surprise the last words were uttered. They had escaped her mouth without thinking. Had she sunk so low as to really mean it? The girl walked around behind her with Geraldine watching the big thing bouncing menacingly before her. Surely the girl didn't expect to get that inside her! Geraldine whimpered out loud unable to suppress the heart felt dismay. She was a mature married woman and this young girl was going to use her like a sex toy! She was going to make her completely hers and there was nothing she could do about it. The girl had shredded her moral standards and thrown them into the gutter. She had stripped her self respect away, forced her to accept being a pet, dressed her and made her behave like a pathetic little puppy-girl. She had taken her asshole, filling it with a butt plug tail, making it an object of fun, and locked it away for her amusement. Finally, she was going to take her vagina. She would be completely corrupted with nothing left of her mind and body. All that would be left was a young girl's plaything. Her body and mind would belong to a young girl, to be used and abused. She would become just a little pathetic, pet puppy-girl, eager to be played with. Geraldine tried to stem the panic. She needed to relax or be hurt. Her breathes came in tortured gasps. She shook her head from side to side, moaning one word softly, sounding pathetic, "No!" Her ass was presented upward, from the way the knee braces clasped them tightly. She felt a strong pair of hands grip her hips. Was there nothing to save her, nothing she could do or say? She wished the awfulness of it to end quickly. The bulbous head of the dildo kissed her lips. They were wet, still slippery from the grease. It slid between them massaging them, until she felt a firm deliberate push, as the despicable object entered her body. Geraldine felt its bulk pushing at the walls of her vagina, expanding them as it travelled up inside her. Every movement, every thrust, she felt it all with an intensity too great to resist. Her head hung low with shame. Unable to remain silent she raised her head to utter words of condemnation. Instead she was surprised and alarmed to hear something so very different. "Fuck me mistress, fuck your puppy-girl hard," she yelped. "Ram your big cock in puppy-girls cunt, make puppy-girl cum, pet needs to cum, mistress," she yelled. The words shocked her, yet she began to fuck herself on the big phallus, rocking back and forward with all her strength. Miranda had a strong orgasm. Geraldine felt her shivering sweaty body collapse upon her. She knew what had happened, and joined her in a deep, penetrating, synchronised orgasm. Throughout her body it felt as though her whole being was shaken in a swirling mass of sensations. It felt as though her sex had exploded outward, to the further reaches of her limbs. *** Geraldine attentively bathed her mistress in a hot, deep bath. Miranda felt bruised from the monster dildo, and from the way her pet had reacted so forcefully. She said nothing though, for the monster orgasm was worth it. She had trouble disentangling herself as they were both stuck on the double ended dildo. It was firmly embedded in her pet and she had to wriggle on the floor, from an awkward position, to free her self. Only then could she ease it out of her own tightening pussy, to un-strap it. It struck her as hilarious, so there was no need to punish her pet. Instead she had learnt from the first time experience. She gave her a big hug and kissed her profusely. Pet kissed her back, even spending sometime smooching deeply. After the bath pet showered, ate a quick meal, and they prepared for bed. Miranda couldn't wait to try out some of the other toys she had bought and somehow knew her pet was eager too. They would have to wait until tomorrow for both were exhausted. Lifting the covers she looked at her pet, nestling between her legs. "What do you think of mistress's pussy now, little puppy-girl?" she giggled. Miranda saw her look up with a glow of contentment upon her face. "Mistress's pussy is wonderful! May humble little puppy-girl worship it, please, mistress!" she whined. "Go on, enjoy yourself, pet," Miranda cooed, with pleasure. The pleasure soon became deeper as her pet licked and sucked on her lips. As a woman she knew he way around down there and soon found the sensitive places. She discovered where to stroke, where to press, where to lick and where to bite. Geraldine's whole mouth encompassed the young girls pussy with a tongue pressed up inside waggling around. A finger pressed her sensitive button. A steady rhythm was increasing slowly. Miranda started to walk her legs up and down the sheet, digging her heels into the bed, grunting, sucking in deep breaths. The orgasm rocked her back and forth. Lifting the sheet, Miranda signalled to her little pet puppy-girl with a crooked finger, still unable to talk. She patted her breast for the woman to lay her head there. She stroked her hair, making soothing noises. "Little pet puppy-girl did well. Mistress is very pleased with her little pet," she cooed. Geraldine smiled up at her mistress. She no longer felt pathetic. Her mistress was so pleased with her she was letting her sleep in the bed. She suckled on her mistress's breast contentedly, till falling asleep. Miranda and Geraldine Ch. 05 Chapter 05 The wealthy woman submits completely Geraldine awoke remembering last nights feeling of contentment, with her lowly position of pet-girl, and cringed from the disgrace of it. That young girl had stuck a butt plug up her ass, attached a tail to it, and she had thanked her for it. How low could she get! The memory of being fucked by the girl left her breathless. It was appalling waking up knowing she had enjoyed it! Was she a submissive lesbian, or had that young girl corrupted her. Had the slut of a girl broken her so completely, she could now be rebuilt into a perverted slut, just like her? It seemed that way, for she was unable to resist anything the girl wanted. The girl had her performing, like a simple little puppy, for her mistress's amusement. The girl was only eighteen, yet she had kept her dancing to her tune, first with blackmail then with a regimen of punishment and humiliation. Having given in to her so often, it was difficult to resist the damn tyrant. A need to keep her happy, to keep their dreadful secrets, had become a powerful motivation. She couldn't get it out of her head that this young girl was her mistress, and must be obeyed. She had to admit to being submissive, even so, she must wrest back control from the damn girl somehow for it was entirely wrong. It must be stopped. "Come on sleepy head, little puppy-girl must wash and get ready," Miranda told her. The presence of her mistress snapped Geraldine back into the role of an obedient puppy-girl. Geraldine sprung up out of the bed. It was her bed, in her home, yet she was being treated like an errant pet. She was a thirty-two year old, mature woman, yet she had handed over control of her home, and herself, to this young slut of a girl. Not being told to dress she ventured naked, into the kitchen, to find her mistress. "Breakfast, pet, you know the routine by now. Hurry up," Miranda scolded her. She slapped her bottom a stinging blow. "Sorry mistress," Geraldine responded automatically, as it seemed almost normal to be naked and be chastised by this young girl. She sat at her mistress's feet lapping breakfast from her dog bowl. Her pet name, Susie, was stencilled on it, not for her, but for a pet she once owned. She had fed the pet in this very bowl and now related to the bitch, Susie, while lapping up breakfast. She was being treated the same as Susie and felt a new found sympathy for the animal. From the incessant domination, she was beginning to feel owned like a pet too. Geraldine had been named Susie, by her mistress, when the collar had been fastened around her neck. Was this Susie's revenge for those times of mistreatment? If so, it had been paid back a hundred times, and more. "Let's get this butt plug in place. No pads or tail this morning, as the gardener is due soon," Miranda told her. Thinking about the gardener distracted her from the ordeal of having it fitted. Why had mistress mentioned the gardener? "Pet will soon get used to it, so pet won't need to have it in all the time," Miranda informed her. Geraldine worried about what that meant too. Wearing nothing, except the butt plug, Geraldine cleaned her mistress's house, acting as the girls maid in her own home, wondering if this was a step up from being a puppy-girl, or not. At last the chores had been completed so she could join her mistress in the study. While squatting on the floor at her mistress's feet, awaiting instructions, she glanced at the screen. The damn girl was editing another video! It showed her licking mistress's pussy followed by an awful close-up of her smiling into the camera. There were pussy juices glistening over her lips and face. She was mesmerised by the images of her acting out the part of this girl's pathetic little pet, crawling around the lounge; it even showed the butt plug being fitted. What was so condemning was that she seemed to be enjoying it. Was that another of her tricks, or was it a revealing truth? "Come on pet, enough work, lets play," Miranda announced. *** Miranda pulled a squeaky bone, from under a cushion on the sofa, and threw it across the lounge carpet. "Fetch puppy-girl," she laughed. Geraldine scampered on all fours toward the toy and picked it up in her teeth. She went bright red with embarrassment on finding it had been Susie's toy. Only a year ago she had thrown this for Susie, yet now, she was the puppy playing fetch for a strict mistress. She scampered around, soon losing the initial inhibitions, enjoying the praise and stroking when returning the squeaky toy to her mistress. Somewhere inside there were feelings so demeaning, they had to be suppressed. As ordered, she barked like a puppy, imitating her own pet, Susie. Miranda watched the way pet's breasts jiggled as she quickly crawled back to her with the toy. That wasn't the reason for the game though, it was to reinforce her role as a submissive, yet it was exciting the woman. She also noticed pet was getting used to the butt plug, so it would soon be time to change it for a larger one. "Come on puppy-pet, roll over," Miranda told her. She tickled her tummy and breasts and stroked pet between the legs. "Good puppy-girl! You remembered to shave your cute little cunt. As usual my little bitch is on heat; pet is all wet and sloppy. Puppy-girl gets so excited when mistress plays with her," she laughed. "I'll have to get my puppy-girl a big Doberman to mate with, just to keep puppy-girl satisfied as it's always so ready for sex," she teased. Geraldine barked, while shaking her head, rattling the collar. This was going too far! She had completely surrendered to her mistress, so what more could she do to please her, other than roll over and submit. Geraldine lay back on the carpet with a large fluffy bath towel under her. Her mistress produced a glass phallus, made of larger and larger beads along its length, from the bag of toys and began rubbing it over her pussy. "Pet is such a wet-pet!" she laughed. "I only have to touch pet's cunt and it starts dripping," she told her pet. Miranda could see the woman hated the term cunt, but she used it to keep her squirming with shame, rather than just to annoy her. Squatting over pet, she handed the phallus to her. "You do it, play with your pussy for your mistress's pleasure, little puppy-girl," Miranda told her. "Yes, mistress, thank you mistress," Geraldine murmured. Her mistress was right, the humiliation of being dominated by a young girl, was exciting and arousing. So damn arousing she couldn't help submitting to it, however demeaning the act was. With both hands she guided the phallus over her wet, open lips. She was enjoying displaying her sex to this young girl, letting go all her inhibitions. "Can puppy-girl use it mistress?" she asked. "Go ahead, enjoy it," Geraldine said, her own breathing becoming as deep as her pets own heavy breaths. "Just one bead," she added. The first small bead, of the hard phallus, entered and she gasped as it rubbed against her bud. It was a familiar feeling, enjoyed on her bed in private; never having felt that particular pleasure with her husband. In and out, over her lips it pressed. "You can use another bead, little wet-pet," Miranda allowed. She refrained from touching herself, preferring to wait. "Thank you mistress," Geraldine panted. It was so liberating being controlled, letting someone else take responsibility for her naughty actions. . "Another," she said. Miranda was pleased and excited with the woman's performance, the way she obeyed every word, even though she was desperate for more. "Please mistress, I need it," Geraldine begged. The disgrace of having to ask this young slut for more, to continue playing with her sex more deeply, was driving her wild with lust. "Ask me properly, with lots of detail," Miranda teased. It filled her with a sense of power having this once prissy woman, degrading herself, begging for more. "Please mistress, pet needs to feel it inside, all of it. Pet needs to feel full of hardness, stretching pet's cunt to feel full of cock. Pet wants to thrust it in, rough and fast. Your pathetic pet wants to feel it pressing her clit while fucking pet's cunt with it. Pet needs to cum, mistress, please!" she begged, with an earnest desire. "Go for it pet, fuck yourself silly for me," Miranda giggled. It was delightful watching this once sexless, stuck up bitch, masturbating for her amusement, and hers too, of course. The woman was now the most sluttish little bitch she had ever seen, and she belonged to her. It was thrilling knowing she owned this wealthy woman; mind, body and soul. "Oh! Thank you mistress, thank you," Geraldine groaned. She thrust it in, up to the largest bead, only just holding onto it. Her hand twisted it as she shoved it in. Pulling the beads back over her clit she yelped, with the pleasure of it. "Pet is going to cum mistress, please let your pet orgasm, please!" she wailed. "Cum for your mistress, little puppy-girl," Miranda said, with an intensity in her voice revealing how close she was too. "Oh! Thank you mistress! Puppy-girl is having just the best orgasm. Oh! Fuck! Your puppy-girl is having a wonderful orgasm for mistress," she croaked. Miranda thought that was a lie. Pet was trying to please her, and the words were hot, so a punishment was avoided. *** "Open up wide," Miranda said. "No silly, not down there, your mouth," Miranda laughed. She pushed in a mouth piece, telling pet to grip it with her teeth, while she fastened straps around her head. A large black dildo stuck out from pet's face. The woman looked ridiculous, though Miranda could get used to it, if it worked. Sitting back on the sofa Miranda spread her legs. In preparation she had removed her panties while her pet fucked herself. She clicked her fingers. "Pleasure your mistress, I want a good fucking too," she ordered. Mutely the puppy-girl crawled between mistress's legs. It took a little while to control the unfamiliar thing, sticking out before her. Her aim improved. She managed to rub her mistress's hard bud, eliciting a sigh of delight each time. "Now, puppy-girl," Miranda gasped. "Fuck your mistress, slow and firm. That's it," she ordered, when the rhythm was just right. Unlike her pet she didn't like it fast and furious, for she preferred a long, slow, steady screw. Neither did she become so carried away as to lose her mind during an orgasm. "Your mistress is nearly there, keep going pet," she ordered, as the woman's mouth became tired. Her whole head was nodding in a steady push and pull. She used her fingers too, which was a marvellous improvement, for she hadn't been instructed to do it. "Yes! Oh! Yes, well done pet," Miranda gasped. Her legs shuddered a little and her feet did the funny little walk, becoming a muffled drumming upon the carpet. Miranda undid the Velcro straps holding the dildo in place. "Go wash your sticky fingers and clean both dildos," she ordered. "Yes, mistress," Geraldine answered, with a coquettish little voice. "Thank you for letting your pet pleasure mistress," she added, and skittered off to obey. Miranda laid back on the sofa in quiet contemplation. This power she was wielding over an important woman would have to be thought through more carefully. She no longer had to be watched or restrained; she was completely subdued, willing to obey the slightest command. It meant she couldn't let her out of the house without supervision, which was a problem. Geraldine attended meetings at the university and was a CEO of several charities. She could hardly attend important stuffy meetings with her, as a puppy-girl, on a leash. If she let her out by herself, for something as mundane as the shopping, pet would come back full of sperm, collected from every male she met. She was so submissive and obedient pet might not come back at all, if someone took a shine to her. Some tough character could clip a leash to her collar and just lead her away. *** "Hi! Anyone home," a voice shouted from the kitchen. Miranda quickly clamped her knees together. Walking swiftly to the kitchen she hoped her pet would take some time in the bathroom, after all, she was fastidious about cleanliness and was probably showering. The last thing she wanted was for her pet to come bounding in here naked. "Oh! It's you," Geraldine managed to smile at the gardener. "Nice to see you again," he said, eyeing her up. Geraldine folded her arms over the t-shirt, in a reaction to his stare. "The payments late so, I need to see Mrs Carmichael to write a cheque," he explained. "She's getting changed at the moment. I'll tell her, I'm sure she can straighten it out before you finish," Miranda told him. She backed him out the kitchen door letting him know there would be no repeat performance of last week's naughty display. She had teased him, manoeuvring him into speaking lines used in the blackmail video. There was no need to use him anymore, as the dominant position over Geraldine had gone way past a need for a blackmail video. An idea occurred to her. There was one thing she could use him for. Geraldine was behaving herself with just the two of them in the house, so maybe she could involve him in the next stage of pet's training. Miranda returned to the lounge looking for a few items, and took them to the gym. Next, she went to the main bathroom to find her pet. *** "There you are pet, nice and clean, ready to get dressed," Miranda commented. The woman looked pathetically excited at the prospect of being dressed, then her face fell to dismay, as it occurred to her they were going out. Miranda went through the wardrobe hoping there might be something suitable. "This is just the thing," she announced. She watched her pull on a pair of white panties, noting how snug they fitted her bottom and lips. The butt plug showed but she couldn't be bothered to remove it. "Don't get them wet or you'll be punished, pet," she sternly warned, knowing it would be impossible for her not to. Geraldine pulled the white pleated skirt on and eagerly zipped it up, obviously thrilled to be wearing clothes. A bra and white top was happily pulled on, completing the tennis outfit. "That looks just right," Miranda told her pet. Miranda gave her a set of instructions, getting her to repeat them. "Got it, pet?" "Yes mistress," she responded, with a look of confusion. "You had better get it right or he'll find out you're my pet, and spread nasty rumours around the neighbourhood," Miranda firmly warned her. Seeing the fear in the woman's eyes was enough. "Now go and wait in the gym. Use the treadmill till I get there," she added. *** Miranda waited impatiently for the gardener, Freddie, to come back. "Come in," she said, pretending to be busy at the sink. "Mrs Carmichael isn't exactly ready, can it wait until next week?" she asked. He looked annoyed. "No it can't, I've got expenses," he began to complain. "OK! OK! I understand. Look, she's halfway through an exercise routine. I can interrupt it for you but you've got to do me a favour. Don't tell her I interrupted it, OK?" she said. "What do you mean?" he asked, looking puzzled. "It's a new fad she's got a hold of. An exercise routine while hypnotised -- no pain, no strain. It'll be a pain in the butt to interrupt it now and get her set up again. She'll give me a hard time too. Just don't tell her next time you're over, OK?" she asked. "I know what she's like, I won't snitch on you as long as I get my money," he assured her. They walked in on Geraldine using the treadmill. The wiggle of her ass in the short skirt was tantalising. Freddie looked at the woman then at Miranda, with a quizzical shrug. "What now?" he whispered. "Geraldine, stop the exercise," she said loudly. "I'm supposed to be here all the time, to make sure nothing goes wrong, but I just go and catch up on the chores," Miranda said, with conspiratorial wink. She switched off the machine. "I have a bit of fun with her too sometimes, want to see," she giggled. He shrugged his shoulders not understanding what was meant. "Down on the mat," Miranda said. She watched the woman pretending to be hypnotised, pretty sure the gardener would be convinced. "On hands and knees, crawl over here. Promise not to tell anyone?" She asked. "Yea sure, I don't want to lose the contract. What about this cheque," he asked again. "Don't worry! She won't remember a thing, that's the whole point of this new fad. It's so she doesn't have to remember the tedious exercises. Bark like a dog," Miranda said. For a minute she thought the woman would refuse and give the game away. Instead she carried it through by barking at them. "Good doggy," Miranda said, while patting her head. "She had a go at me for being late so I though a payback was called for. You don't think its mean do you," she asked. "Yep, it is, but so is she," he said, with feeling. "Go on, have a go. Get her to do something stupid," Miranda told him. "You sure she won't remember?" he asked, sounding worried. "I'd have been sent on my way long before now, if she had," Miranda assured him. "Here let me show you. Mrs Carmichael is a good little puppy," Miranda said, in her best condescending voice. She could tell it was hurting the woman badly to be playing out the puppy-girl role in front of the gardener, and Miranda loved it. She picked up the squeaky toy and tossed it across the gym. "Go fetch, puppy-girl," she giggled. There was no way the woman could get out of this, without revealing the truth, so she was stuck with the deception now. Miranda watched him studying the skirt riding up, as the woman crawled quickly over to the toy. Her ass did look good in the white panties! He was keenly watching her tits swaying beneath her on the return journey, so she knew he was hooked. "Good puppy-girl," Miranda said. "Get her to roll over and play dead. Knowing what she's like, I'm sure you deserve a bit of revenge," Miranda encouraged. "She can be a bitch at times, most of the time," he mused. "Roll over and play dead, bitch," he told Geraldine. The command was less assured than Miranda's but there was a touch of bitter feeling there, adding an edge to the order. Geraldine had become so used to submitting she quickly obeyed. It would have been impossible not to, after such a damning performance. The last thing she wanted was for him to find out about this dire situation with the girl, and spread it around. "Stroke her tummy," Miranda told him. "You're such a good little puppy-girl, aren't you," she smiled, directly into the woman's eyes, with a knowing look. Geraldine barked, almost thankful she didn't have to speak. The guy continued to stroke her tummy, getting pretty close to being intimate. Her shirt was up exposing a bare midriff, and the waist band of the skirt was pretty low. "I'll go find the cheque book and get her to sign one. Keep an eye on her for me. I wouldn't want the bitch to escape and entertain the local mutts," she laughed. "She's always been an awkward bitch. She had me re-lay the patio outside the sauna, for no good reason," the guy grimaced. He was obviously enjoying this, seeing it as a just revenge. Miranda stood watching for a moment in the doorway. He wasn't bothering to try out a demeaning trick; he just continued stroking her tummy with a hand circling wider and wider over her body. Geraldine looked at her with a pleading look in her eyes. She was used to submitting to her mistress but this was deplorable. How could her mistress leave her in the hands of the gardener like this? There was no-way she could just stop pretending to be hypnotised, after humiliating herself before them both. Miranda and Geraldine Ch. 05 Miranda ran to the study and switched to the security view, on the computer. A couple of clicks had the gym camera on screen. She swivelled the camera remotely until they were both centred. Zooming in she could see him being intimate with the woman, now Miranda had left the room. The expression on the pet's face was familiar enough. From the humiliation of having a lowly gardener touching her, she was becoming aroused! One hand massaged a breast, while the other was busy between her legs. Geraldine looked as though she were breathing hard, the way her chest was rising and falling. She had better get back. A thought struck her and she hesitated. An old cheque book was found after rummaging around in the desk. Making some noise, before her entrance, she gave him time to stop the exploration of her pet. "Sorry about this, there's no cheques left," Miranda told him, fanning the empty remains in front of him. The look of guilt on is face turned to anger. "I'm not interested in stupid games, I need that money," he began, with a familiar complaint. It seemed the richer they were the more reluctant they were to pay up. "Hold on, don't blame me. I can go get a new cheque book. It's obviously been ordered, probably at the bank waiting to be mailed out. You look after the boss and I'll go fetch it, deal?" Miranda asked. "Well, I guess so. What should I do with the bitch?" he asked. "Do what ever you like, I don't care. Get her to do some exercises, or send her for an early shower. It'll take me about an hour there and back, can you hang around?" she asked. "I've got little choice, I need that money, I've got bills to pay you know," he repeated. Miranda gave him a sympathetic look. "Be a good little puppy-girl for your master, while I'm gone. Do as your told, be an obedient little puppy-girl," Miranda cooed, while patting pet's head. The look on her face was one of agony, pleading with her not to leave. She even whimpered like a puppy! Geraldine remembered being left with her master before, and didn't like it. She opened her eyes wide, realising the bizarre mistake. She had left their pet, Susie, with her husband, and every time, she arrived home to damage. One time it was an expensive shoe, rending the pair useless. Another time, it was an even more expensive item, a designer handbag. It was because of the damage they purchased a cage, to teach Susie not to destroy things. Geraldine would have preferred the safety of a cage right now, rather than being left in the hands of their gardener. The humiliation could be withstood, after all that had happened recently, but it seemed so dangerous. There were cheques in the desk, so what was her mistress playing at? Miranda drove to the end of the drive, turned around, and coasted back, neatly abandoning the car in the garage. The electric doors couldn't be heard from the gym, which was on the far side of the house, and if they were, it would be interpreted as the security system closing them behind her. Quietly returning to the study, she examined the screen. She hadn't missed anything. To her disappointment Geraldine was working-out, on the treadmill again. An almost exact routine as before had her stopping, and crawling over to him. She watched Geraldine roll over for him to tickle her tummy. Miranda loved that, for it looked so cute. He stopped and said something to her. Miranda watched as pet lifted her hips, off the hard tiles, to slip her panties down to her thighs. Pet reached up and pulled her top around her neck then pulled the bra up, exposing her breasts, with a pair of already engorged nipples. Her thighs were pushed apart as wide as possible, with the panties around her thighs, so his hand was a snug fit at her crotch. He stopped exploring her crotch and lifted her bottom off the ground. He had evidently discovered the butt-plug, and was wondering what it was, or why such a self-important bitch was wearing it. Miranda wasn't sure if this was a touch of genius or madness, leaving her pet with him. Having to obey him would reinforce the woman's role as a submissive slut which was a good idea. Though it was unforeseen, not liking what he was doing to her cute little pet. Geraldine turned over as ordered onto one of the soft exercise mats and knelt on all fours. She knew her sex was exposed, as well as the butt plug, to the grubby gardener. It left her feeling vulnerable and ashamed. The only way she could stand the humiliation of it was by continuing to pretend to be hypnotised. The familiar feeling of being controlled, and no longer responsible for what was happening, helped to endure it. Besides, how could she possibly stop him now? He would be sure to discover it had all been a ruse. She felt his rough jeans pressing against her soft bare bottom. He reached round to fondle her breasts. Weighing them and squeezing the hard, swollen nipples. She lifted her head with an open mouth to moan, quickly suppressing it, not wanting to reveal how sexed up she was. Damn! He had her aroused like a bitch on heat. She shuddered with anticipation on feeling him fumbling with the jeans, knowing exactly what he was doing. Geraldine felt a hot hardness pressing against a bare cheek. What she was about to endure, with a dirty gardener was so squalid, she wanted to crawl away and hide. She couldn't move! Her mistress told her she was his bitch, and to obey him! Such an order left her as helpless as if she had been hypnotised! Geraldine had often given him a hard time, and now she was about to be given a hard time in return. She had demanded perfection in the garden, so would he provide satisfaction now? He never did say much, though now he just grunted, shoving in his cock, hard. Geraldine let go a gasp, unable to hold it back. He began to thump his hips up against her bottom burying his cock, with each powerful thrust, deep into her body. She wanted to yell out to him, thanking him for fucking her. She needed to encourage him to keep banging her hard, to rough ride her like a bitch in heat. She wanted to tell him she was his bitch, to keep going, for she was nearly there. Instead, she yipped and yapped like a puppy-girl. The doggy noises were clearly a plea for more. He continued rough riding her, banging away at the stuck up bitch, teaching her a lesson for causing him so much trouble. He was fucking the woman with all his worth, with mighty thrusts from powerful muscles developed through hard work. Geraldine threw back her head to wail, like a wolf howling at the moon. Her juddering body was the obvious sign of a powerful orgasm. He reached round to her breasts, gripping them hard in calloused hands. He twisted her nipples eliciting a yelp of pain. Miranda watched in outrage as her pet writhed in pain and pleasure. The frustration was unbearable, for there was nothing she could do now to stop it. She looked at her watch, seeing only half an hour had passed. He had teased her, all the time gaining confidence then fucked pet per hard. Geraldine slumped onto the mat, sated. She had never been treated so roughly before. The orgasm was all consuming. The gardener stroked her belly and breasts, leaving the sopping pussy alone. His cum was leaking from her and he wondered if he was in trouble from what he had done. "Get up bitch," he told her. His face was a picture of guilt and satisfaction all rolled into one. "Go take a shower. Thoroughly clean up there, between the legs," he told her firmly. He wasn't sure what to say other than that. Miranda watched on the monitor, guessing pet had gone to the small bathroom in the gym. It was humiliating to be told to cleanup his cum then summarily dismissed. She felt humbled, like a naughty puppy, sent away by her owner, after being a bad bitch. The humiliation of being fucked by the gardener hung heavily with her, especially so, as she had enjoyed it so intensely. Her mistress was right to treat her like a puppy-girl. After years of suppression her sexual needs had been released; the desire was now uncontrollable. She needed to be looked after and especially needed her mistress to control her. Miranda watched him tidying up the evidence, with her arms folded across her chest, and a look of disdain on her face. She would have to go back in there acting as though nothing had happened. It would be difficult to act like the chirpy maid after that distasteful scene. *** "Here's the cheque," Miranda said, flourishing a piece of paper. "You should add something extra for looking after the naughty little puppy. Has the little puppy-girl been satisfactory?" She asked. "No! She's been on the treadmill again. I gave her some water but it got spilled," he said. He neatly explained away the obvious clean patch on a mat. He wasn't used to household chores, Miranda guessed. She couldn't resist slapping the pet's ass. "Naughty pet-girl!" she told the woman. The gardener frowned in disapproval at Miranda, but didn't say anything. After all, what he had done to her was far worse than a slapped ass. He just hoped it wasn't discovered. "Have you charged enough for you're time, keeping the bitch happy?" Miranda asked. He nodded. "Sign this, puppy-girl," Miranda said, trying to keep the cross tone out of her voice. He quickly left, mumbling his thanks. Miranda turned on her pet. "You dirty little bitch! I can't leave you for five minutes before you're humping the first cock available. Fucking the gardener makes you a right wanton slut, you little bitch," she shouted. "Your puppy-girl is so sorry mistress. Your puppy-girl didn't mean to, puppy-girl couldn't help it," she whined. She even made pathetic little puppy noises, trying to gain some sympathy from her mistress. "You paid that gardener money, to fuck you, you know that?" she scolded her pet. Geraldine nodded her head in shame, with tears running down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry mistress," she humbly whimpered. "You are nothing but a bitch on heat, ready to be humped by the first dog that sniffs your asshole. It's a good job you're wearing that butt plug, or he would have fucked your ass. You would have loved that, you bitch," Miranda told her. "What do you have to say for yourself?" Miranda asked. "Please, mistress. Pet-girl is a dirty little bitch on heat," the woman said, between sobs. "Pet desperately needs mistress to look after her wanton little pet-girl. Please keep your pet on a leash and spank it if it misbehaves. Please mistress, don't leave your pet again. Pet-girl needs her mistress. Pet promises to be an obedient little puppy-girl," Geraldine sobbed. Miranda's temper had flared and gone out. She looked down at her pet, snivelling at her feet and felt sorry for it. It had been her fault that guy fucked her pet. She had set it up not considering it might all get out of hand, or had she? The end result is what she wanted. Her pet was now even more dependent upon her. Miranda roughly grabbed the collar and clipped a leash to it. "I'll have to keep you on a tighter leash from now on. I'll get that cage brought in and put in the basement. Pet will sleep in it whenever pet displeases her mistress." "Yes, mistress, thank you mistress," the woman answered. If the tail had still been attached, it would be waging vigorously. *** In the lounge Miranda fitted a larger butt plug. The new game was interrupted before it could get going. "Crawl around pet, to get used to it, while I answer the phone," Miranda told her. She watched her pet dutifully crawling around the lounge. This butt plug was just an ordinary plastic one, slightly bigger than the last, yet she accepted it, despite looking uncomfortable. The woman was being especially dutiful, after letting down her mistress. "Hi, mom. Yes, I'm looking after her. Yes, everything is fine. No problems, everything under control as promised. How are things with you? Good. That shouldn't be a problem at all, don't worry. Yea it's OK, I'll tell her, no problem, bye," Miranda said. "Over here, pet," Miranda ordered. "I've changed my mind, lets try on the pads," Miranda said. She gave her pet a big smile trying to reassure her. Puppy-girl looked worried about what was going on. On hands and knees, caught in the paw-pads, with a butt plug up her ass, Geraldine felt vulnerable. She was worried too, feeling there was something her mistress had to tell her. Mistress placed her chin on her thighs, where she could almost taste her pussy. It no longer disgusted her, rather, it was a pleasant smell and she wanted to lick her mistress's pussy. She wanted to excite her and please her, to remove the frown on her mistress's face. "Now listen, good little puppy-girl. I have something important to tell you," mistress said. Geraldine knew the term had once been used to demean her, but she was now pleased to be a good little puppy-girl. She was a mature, married woman no longer, she was this young girl's plaything, and wanted to be played with. "Have you wondered where your husband, Mathew is?" she asked. Of course she had, though since yesterday afternoon she hadn't given her husband a thought. Their relationship had always been touch and go, which described their sex life too. He hadn't been here when she needed him, he never was. "For the last six months he's been seeing someone. It's more than just 'seeing them', of course. He's given up golf to spend more time with her and now he's moved in. He won't be coming back, pet," Miranda sympathised. "Oh! Mistress, I need looking after!" Geraldine wailed. Miranda slid off the sofa to comfort her, wrapping both arms tight around her cute little pet. She no longer thought of her as the bitch woman, and was more than willing to look after her. Miranda dare not tell her pet the other woman was her mother. Her mother was older than pet, and a vey sexy woman, which was what Mathew wanted. He wanted a mother figure and a mistress, which is what her mother was good at providing. She was adventurous enough in bed to keep his interest too. "I'll look after my pet. Don't worry your silly little head puppy-pet," Miranda said, while stroking her, comforting her tenderly. "Thank you, mistress, so very much," Geraldine said, with a heartfelt sob. "Let me be your little puppy-girl. Protect your little puppy-girl from being a wanton bitch on heat. Fuck your pet so she doesn't want anyone else. Control your pet so she doesn't get into trouble, mistress. Pet promise to be good and do as she is told," the woman pleaded. From the moment Geraldine realised her husband wasn't coming back it was accepted there would be no rescue, and no escape. There seemed no alternative to accepting the young girl as her mistress, for she needed looking after, needed controlling. From that moment she relied upon her more and more. All she had to do was obey and everything was taken care of. All the worries of life melted away, leaving her a contented little puppy-girl, devoted to her mistress. She settled down in her role as a submissive puppy-girl, happily wagging her tail in the presence of her wonderful mistress, wanting nothing more than to be her obedient little pet. Miranda and Geraldine Ch. 06 Chapter 6 A slave-girl joins the fun Six months later the divorce papers had been signed with the settlement agreed without the need for expensive lawyers. Miranda agreed with her mother for Geraldine to keep the house and her inheritance, which was a substantial amount. Geraldine, the important wealthy woman, was unable to make any contribution to the procedures except to sign papers. So submissive and dependent on her mistress she simply signed, whatever was presented, without reading the documents or objecting. Miranda's mother had a wealthy man, with a high powered job, to look after her so she was happy too. The house was signed over to Miranda together with the bank accounts and investments. Everything was taken care of without a fuss. Everyone was pleased with the outcome of the plan, even Geraldine. Her mother had a man with a good salary and a powerful sex drive. He was happy with a feminine woman who responded to him with affection. Sometimes it overflowed in a local park or in the car or anywhere they could escape a stuffy function. Miranda laughed at her mother that the pair of them was at it all the time and her mother enjoyed the jibe. Geraldine no longer attended functions or meetings having signed resignation letters. She did get out of the house with visits to a pet store, a sex store, and suitable clubs. She enjoyed all of these, even enjoying being shown off in the clubs, but on the whole, she preferred to be at home with her mistress. Miranda wasn't exactly set for life but she was used to being careful with money, as she and her mother had never had any. She wanted to show off her new home to friends though it didn't work out so well. *** When throwing a party for school friends, showing off her new home, it ended up in a disaster. They were fellow eighteen-year-olds, yet with responsibility Miranda had developed some sort of maturity. She was responsible for the house, careful with money, and cared for her pet. Geraldine was dressed as a naughty French maid serving food and drinks to Miranda's young friends. The humble position, in what had once been her home, was obviously giving the woman a thrill. It was humiliating serving these young raucous kids, from the wrong side of the tracks, being treated like a humble maid by them. The shame was arousing her, or so Miranda assumed. What she had missed was the guys taking advantage of her pet. Once one of them had patted the maid's bottom and gotten away with it, the others joined in, becoming bolder with every stroke of her body. She stood behind her mistress waiting for instructions, while a young student from the university, fingered her. In this very room she had entertained local dignitaries, though now, she was the entertainment, or at least her body was. As an obedient pet-girl, Geraldine couldn't resist them, she just couldn't say no to her mistress's guests. She had tried to complain to her mistress but had been summarily dismissed, as a show of power by Miranda before her friends. Geraldine had been an important woman in the community. She had even been on an influential committee at the university, which the two guys with her, attended. Yet here, in her kitchen, she was stretched over the kitchen table, with the little dress up around her waist, exposing her bare ass. Geraldine knew her mistress was enjoying the attention of her friends and had forgotten all about her. It was dreadful knowing what was about to happen and that she had become so compliant, it was impossible to resist them. She had mumbled complaints but they had brushed them aside, as though she were the hired help, and available for their brutish entertainment. The two guys were either end of her. One was standing between her legs, ready to fuck her, while the other was holding her head, ready to fuck her mouth. Miranda was enjoying the attention from a little group sitting around her as she explained an aunt had left a substantial amount in her will. She could feel an atmosphere, a tension common in a classroom, sensing something was wrong. A couple of glances toward the kitchen, by the guys, told her where the wrongness was. She hadn't seen her pet for a little while and two of the guests were missing. She stood up and marched across the lounge down the corridor and kicked open the kitchen door. "What the hell is going on here?" Miranda demanded. "Get out you fucking bastards," she yelled at them furiously. The two guys were bigger than Miranda but slunk off at the double, seeming to shrink under the onslaught of anger and vitriol. "Where are you're knickers!" Miranda demanded, in a voice hardly less angry. "I don't know mistress, sorry mistress," Geraldine answered, in a little quavering voice. "Get to your room, now!" she growled. Her voice had hardly been raised above the usual volume, yet the strength and rage had shocked everyone into silence. The girl they had known at school had always been demanding, though not a bully. They nevertheless knew when they were in the wrong, and she was behaving like a parent, so they made a hasty exit. Miranda marched back into the lounge ready to tear a strip off the so called friends. They had disappeared. They had eaten and drunk their fill, had a bit of fun, all at her expense, leaving the debris of a party behind them. She hadn't noticed the abuse of her home, as it was gradually being trashed. A beer stain on the carpet, a cushion ripped, empty glasses and beer bottles left anyhow, though now it came home to her in stark clarity. Her eyes alighted on the mantle piece, set above an ornate marble fire place. Everything had been stolen! Even her pet's butt plug key was gone! The ornaments had been antique, worth something, but she was too ignorant to assess how much. Fortunately her pet wasn't wearing the special butt plug, so a rather dire situation had been avoided. In resignation she walked down the corridor to her pet's room. Geraldine was curled up naked in her cage, looking sorry for herself. "Where has everyone gone?" a plucky voice chirruped, from behind her. Miranda turned on the young girl standing behind her. "Out of here," Miranda fumed. Concerned and protective of her pet, from prying eyes, that would be critical and spread rumours, she tried to block the girls view. Led by a firm grip on an elbow, the girl stammered out an explanation. "Sorry, I didn't know everyone had gone I was in the bathroom. What happened? Why is your maid in a cage?" Feebie asked, innocently. "Oh! No! Just look at the place. Do you want me to help clear up, I'm so sorry, I didn't have a drink, it's awful," she apologised, while standing in the centre of the lounge. The girls concern mollified Miranda but she was still worried what might be revealed about the secret relationship. What would people think if this girl put it around she kept a woman in a cage? It would be discovered she had once owned the place and all this would unravel, maybe ending up in court. "Do you really want to help?" Miranda asked. Her tone was neutral and careful, trying to remember what the girl had been like in class. "Yes, of course! I feel terrible that they were invited here and trashed your place," the girl said. Miranda watched her nervously twiddling a pair of pudgy fingers, looking shy. "Do you remember sticking up for me when Judy was bullying me? She didn't once you sorted her out and neither did anyone else, after that," Feebie shyly smiled. It was a genuine warm, grateful, recognition and Miranda began to remember the incident. "You can do me a favour in return," Miranda said. She sat down in an arm chair, her favourite, especially when her pet was doing her duty, by licking her crotch. Geraldine had become an expert at pleasing her mistress, over the last few months. "Of course, anything I can do for you," Feebie smiled. "You've just seen a woman in a cage, so you should be careful when you say anything," Miranda stated, looking carefully at her for a reaction. The girl went red with embarrassment but didn't say anything. Though, her body language was revealing far more than an answer would. She was the same age as Miranda and the others, yet she stood like a little lost orphan before Miranda. "How are you doing at college?" Miranda asked, wondering how to get to her, to avoid trouble. "Not so good. I'm sharing with Judy. She makes me do her work and there's been no time to write my own essays, I'm going to be thrown out of college. I'll have nowhere to stay," she sniffed. So that was it! She was looking at this large house where there were plenty of spare rooms. The girl hadn't thought it through yet. Miranda knew all about blackmail and it was probably only a matter of time before this girl started to try and get what she wanted. "You could stay here," Miranda stated. The girl's reaction told her all she needed to know. There was a certain glow of excitement she now clearly recognised. "That would be great, I could cook and clean for you," Feebie enthused. "There are conditions," Miranda started to say. "Anything, I'd do anything to stay here, it's a wonderful home," she gushed. Miranda put a hand up t stop the flow of praise. "Again with the anything word. You are too free with it, young lady," Miranda stated, as though she were an adult chastising a child. Her past classmate was reacting to the attitude too, by falling into the role of a younger girl to her adult power. "I'm not a bully, as you know, though I am strict and demand adherence to the rules of the house," she stated. "Two of the guys had that woman over the kitchen table, ready to fuck her," Miranda said. The girl winced and she wondered if the girl heard a whisper of what was going on. "So what do you know about it? Tell me, we need to start off honestly," Miranda demanded. "I saw them touching her up. It wasn't her fault, honest. I should have said something, I'm sorry, miss. I mean Miranda," Feebie stuttered. "I know it wasn't her fault. I'm angry with them and angry at myself for not protecting her. She got in the cage for protection. It's a game we play. We play lots of naughty games. Do you like to play naughty games, girl?" Miranda asked. Feebie looked as though she were about to say something, though each time the words couldn't be uttered. She was obviously thinking about it and becoming excited. Eventually she nodded her head. She looked like a young girl before the school principal, being reprimanded. Miranda continued tapping a finger nail on the arm of the chair. "If I let you stay here you would have to play naughty games too," Miranda watched her eyes grow wide for a moment as she toyed with the idea of what was being suggested, yet unable to accept it. "What do you fantasise about? Tell me, I don't want to have to guess. You need to tell me, what do you want?" Miranda demanded, in a strict tone of voice. "A slave girl, Miss," Feebie croaked, as though the awful truth were being strangled out of her. "You can play out your fantasy here, in safety. I'll be your mistress and you can be my little slave girl," Miranda smiled. She watched Feebie squirming in turmoil at having her dirty little secret revealed. She had obviously never shared such an intimate secret with anyone before this. "Don't worry, I understand, your secret is safe with me," Miranda said, reassuring her. "Down on your knees, slave girl," she firmly ordered. By this time she had become familiar with giving orders and had the right manner off perfectly. The girl was grateful to collapse onto the floor, for she had been almost swooning. "Come here to your mistress," Miranda demanded. "That's a good little slave girl," she said, while stroking her hair. "All you have to say is, 'Yes, Mistress', got that," Miranda carefully asked. "Yes, Mistress," Feebie answered, in a little pathetic voice. "You've never played these games before have you? You've played them in your head, haven't you?" Miranda asked. "Yes, Mistress," the girl answered. "This will be so much more fun, I assure you," Miranda told her. "You can help me look after my puppy-girl. That's the woman in the cage. Oh! I had better get her out of there. I look after her all the time, and I'll look after you too, slave girl," Miranda cooed. "Come with me," she ordered. "No need to crawl," she added, with a look of amusement lighting her face. Looking embarrassed and aroused Feebie followed her, wondering what she had gotten herself into "Puppy-girl, out of your cage," Miranda ordered. "I'm not angry with pet. I was angry with those nasty young shits and I let my little puppy-girl down. It won't happen again, your mistress promises. Mistress will look after her pet," She said while cuddling her. "Thank you mistress, I'm sorry mistress, your puppy-girl adores her wonderful mistress," Geraldine cuddled her back with a tight squeeze. Feebie watched with a look of wonder on her face. This is what she wanted, more than anything in the world, to be cared for and loved. She watched Miranda genuinely caring for the woman, as they kissed and hugged. She desperately wanted to share in the mutual affection they had for each other. "Come puppy-girl, we have a new friend, let's get her dressed," Miranda announced. Feebie noted the tears glistening in their eyes and almost bawled in happiness for them. Instead she walked behind the strange pair, amazed at the way the older woman crawled alongside her mistress, waggling her hips as though she had a tail. It didn't look strange, that a mature adult was on hands and knees beside a young girl, rather, it looked as though it were the most natural thing in the world. In a spare room the infamous maids outfit had been abandoned on a bed, though Miranda ignored it, as she rummaged around in a closet looking for something. "Get out of those clothes, slave-girl," she casually told Feebie, from inside the closet. For a moment Feebie did nothing, until she realised she was being talked to. With pet-girl naked on all fours, taking little notice of her, it was a little easier to strip off, down to her underwear. "Those too," Miranda chided her. "Try this on, it was meant for pet-girl before I realised what she was meant to be," she said. Feebie stood uncertainly before Miranda, who was holding up a costume to her now naked body. "You're breasts are bigger, though your both little, so this will do until your mistress gets something special for her slave girl," Miranda enthused. Once the sheer pantaloons and blouse were on, Miranda faced her slave-girl before a floor to ceiling mirror. "What do you think slave-girl?" "It's perfect, mistress, thank you, mistress," Feebie bowed in supplication. Geraldine felt left out, so nudged her mistress with her nose, wanting attention. "All right, pet, I haven't forgotten puppy-girl; let's get something for you too. How about a nice tail to wag?" she patted her head, watching her hips swaying back and forth with eagerness. Puppy-girl was showing off before the slave-girl, and Miranda knew there would be some rivalry between them. Geraldine and Feebie quickly cleaned up the party mess between them almost falling over themselves to obey their mistress. Miranda watched Feebie's large breasts bouncing freely in the tight see-through blouse. She had overcome the initial embarrassment of wearing an outfit that hid nothing of her charms. Miranda wondered how submissive this girl was. She had certainly caved in quickly but she surmised the slave had been frustrated for some time, playing out her fantasies in private, maybe just in her day dreams. She had hinted that Miranda was a part of one of her fantasies, connected to the time when she been rescued from bullying at school. "All is ready for mistress," slave-girl announced. Puppy-girl licked her mistress's hand and barked. It was good to have someone else to share the house with. Puppy-girl was demanding and tended to bark rather than speak, which was tiring at times. She would have to make sure they had equal attention though. "Does puppy-girl want to play?" Miranda asked. The enthusiastic barking answered the question which she already knew the answer too. The woman had gone too far with the role as far as Miranda was concerned. Still, it was all very convenient, having a pet to do the chores, provide a house, and money too. They played fetch for a little while, with slave-girl fetching a drink for her mistress, who still preferred a beer, over the fine wines available. She was thinking of sending them to this woman's ex-husband, who could appreciate them. "Roll over puppy-girl," she noticed out of the corner of her eye, her slave watching everything intently. Puppy-girl was on her back with legs parted, still naked. She was enjoying this moment of freedom from the paw pads she wore most evenings. Miranda tickled her tummy, stroked her breasts and grazed the shaved pussy. She noted how pet glanced at the slave, as though to say, 'I'm getting all the attention'. "Here, slave-girl, tickle puppy-girls tummy," Miranda ordered. At first Geraldine pulled her legs together, letting them know she didn't want a stranger touching her. Feebie started demurely doing just as ordered, tickling the naked woman's tummy. She gasped quietly, hesitating for a moment, on recognising her. This was the chairwoman of the university fund raising committee. She was on first name terms with most of the university professors. It gave her a shocking thrill to be stroking such an important woman, stretched out naked, in such a vulnerable position. It was deliciously thrilling to have a powerful, wealthy woman, helpless under her fingertips. "Go ahead, stroke her breasts," Miranda encouraged. Geraldine had a fit, slim body, worked on over the years in her own gym, to keep it firm and trim. In her home, that she no longer owned, she was laying back naked, on an expensive lush carpet, being stroked by a stranger. The girl was the same age, though she seemed younger than her mistress. It was all the more humiliating to allow it and so much more arousing. She couldn't resist for her mistress had ordered it, and as her mistress knew it would be, the touch was deliciously sensitive. Her body quivered with every touch. "Do it properly, slave-girl," Miranda firmly commanded. With the responsibility of her actions removed, Feebie obeyed, as a dutiful slave girl should. The movements over the woman's body were hesitant. Obviously she had never touched anyone like this before. Both hands caressed a breast each until the nipples became big, brown swollen teats. "Use your other hand between puppy-girls legs," Miranda told her. She sat back with the cold beer, feeling refreshed, as the label promised. This show was fun and she was orchestrating it! Geraldine had parted her legs before Miranda spoke, from arousal, rather than from a conscious effort. Miranda noticed it, and watched the slave become more enthusiastic from pets reaction to the busy hands stimulating the prone pet-girl. Her lips were glistening wet as usual. "That's so good, mistress, thank you mistress," puppy-girl cooed. Miranda thought she could detect slave becoming wet too, through the thin gauze of her pantaloons. Slave's heavy breathing promised a fruitful evening. "Slave, kiss puppy-girl," Miranda said. She watched the tentative touching of lips. Feebie's full luscious lips touched and pulled away from pet-girls open mouth. Another anxious press of lips found their tongues lightly flickering together. Soon the nervous embrace became established, looking permanent, with fervent kisses mirroring the faces, peck for peck. Heavy breaths whispered between them as they devoured each others tongues, lips, noses, chins, eyes, and throat. Tongues flickered over each others faces as they became desperately passionate in a tight embrace. Miranda and Geraldine Ch. 06 Miranda guided her slave's mouth over pet's breasts, where she licked and sucked. She had to pull her away, with a sucking noise, from a nipple. She guided the slave further down pets' body, over a flexing tummy. Miranda pushed the slaves' lips upon an open, wet, expectant sex. "Oh! Mistress, pet-girl needs to cum, please!" she exclaimed. "Not yet!" Miranda scolded her. Feebie had never experienced such an intimate encounter with a woman. So hot was she, the resistance was insignificant. A noisy, rude, sucking noise came from a deep encompassing of pets pussy. Miranda pushed, with a hand to her bottom, squashing slave's pussy into pet's face. Feebie felt her pussy being devoured expertly, and lifted her head to howl with pleasure. "Fuck!" she cried out several times before retuning to stick her tongue deep in the pets open cunt. Geraldine had spent some time perfecting her technique, sucking and licking her mistress until satisfied. Once her mistress had an orgasm she would lap up every last drop of the sex juices, and lick her lips extravagantly, to impress her mistress with how much she had enjoyed the privilege. It should have been humiliating to be used for Miranda's amusement, letting a young stranger arouse her, until she was ready to orgasm. Instead she was proud of her achievement, that she was so adept and under control enough, to let the girl cum first. Feebie came and Miranda gave permission for her pet to orgasm too. Both of them writhed on the floor, smothering their faces in each others sopping slits. Feebie was in shock from having kissed a woman all over, and enjoying it so very much. She had never let a boyfriend do that to her, down there, and had only once let him make love to her. Even then she hadn't been that aroused; mostly from their lack of experience. With both the pet and Miranda touching and probing her body so expertly, as only a female could, it had driven her over the edge, into a deep passionate orgasm. Miranda guided Feebie onto her knees while she sat back in her favourite armchair and sat back, resting the slaves head on her knees. Crooking her finger brought pet eagerly crawling to her, knowing full well what was expected of her. Pet kneeled beside the slave-girl to lick her mistress's thigh, working her way up her pussy. Miranda looked down at them both, their faces glowing with each others sex juices. The slave-girl was watching the Pet's tongue poking at Miranda's lips seeming to be mesmerised by what was going on inches from her face. She pushed on Pet's forehead and received a disappointed look. Miranda put a finger to her lips, silencing her pet and gave the woman a friendly wink. Miranda pulled the young slaves head into her crotch. She smiled broadly as the girl began to lick, hesitantly, then lavishly, with lots of kisses and sighs. Miranda was very pleased, despite the slaves inexpert attention, knowing this was another one that needed training, and looked forward to it. Pet looked as though she were about to push the slave away form her mistress, so she stroked her hair, reassuring her. "Suck on your mistress's breasts, pet-girl," she told her pet. Miranda lay back in the arm chair with a well trained pet-girl, and a soon to be trained slave-girl, attending to her pleasure. She was going to make this last as long as possible. The slave could certainly move in, for she could make use of another slave. She now had experience of bending a slave to her will and training them to attend to her needs. That would be a delightful pleasure in itself. "Keep going, your mistress is nearly there," Miranda cried out. Looking at pet sucking on her nipple, with a hand to the other she sighed. She couldn't see the slave but felt every lick and suck upon her needful pussy. Miranda arched her back forcing her sex upon the extended tongue probing her and cum, to luxuriate in the throws of a deep orgasm. Miranda and Geraldine Ch. 07 Miranda sat listening to music feeling bored. She dare not invite so-called friends over, after what happened last time, so she had to content herself with playing with her two slaves. Feebie, a school friend from the past had joined her and pet-girl, after the party, so it hadn't been all bad. The added responsibility of caring for her was easy enough, for she was a natural submissive. The two of them came into the lounge taking up their positions, at her feet, indicating they had completed the household chores. Miranda ignored them, trying to think of a game to play. Partly to keep them occupied, as well as a pleasant distraction for her. "Slave-girl!" she said, to get Feebie's attention. Slave-girl was squatting on the floor at her feet wearing the chains of a Sirik. Most of her other outfits followed a harem slave-girl theme, as that was her favourite fantasy. She straightened up, pushing out her large breasts and opened her knees wider, to show off her sex to her mistress. "Go get changed into your new outfit, and hurry back," Miranda ordered. She knew the girl wouldn't like this, and it was the main reason she bought it. The visit to a friend's sex shop yesterday had been one of their special days out. Miranda stroked her puppy-girl to keep it happy. Puppy-girl had settled down to accept the slave-girl at last, though she still had to make sure it had plenty of attention. They both accepted their place at her feet and competed against each other when pleasuring their mistress, of which, Miranda took full advantage. "Time to teach the slave-girl some new tricks, puppy-girl. Don't fret, you're still my favourite slave," Miranda cooed. "Who's a sweet, lovely little puppy-girl then?" She asked, while stroking her breasts. "Puppy-girl is, mistress," Geraldine yapped, in her usual little puppy voice. It was still amusing seeing this older woman submitting so completely. She was once a wealthy socialite used to entertaining important personages of the community, in this very house. Recently the house had been turned over to Miranda by Geraldine, her puppy-girl, together with all her wealth. The once important woman was now her sex toy, ready to do anything Miranda wanted. In a way this was disappointing. That was another reason she wanted to re-train Feebie. She needed a challenge and something to do with the empty days of ease. Feebie came into the lounge looking self-conscious, in a French maid's outfit. Miranda smiled at her. How could she be looking so awkward wearing clothes? It was probably after becoming used to wearing next to nothing all day, as well as it not being her particular fantasy attire. Miranda wondered how the girl would take to being re-trained. She remembered the girl was clever, a bit of a swot back in school, and should have finished her degree with honours. It was that bully, Judy, who ruined her chances. Instead of completing her own course work she had spent too much time on Judy's essays and other assignments. "What do you think of the new outfit, slave-girl?" Miranda asked. "It's, err, interesting, mistress," Feebie answered. "I want you to speak with a French accent. You can do that can't you?" Miranda asked. "Oui, mistress," Feebie answered, trying out an exaggerated accent. "That's very good, maid. Curtsy when your mistress speaks to you," Miranda encouraged. "Oui, mistress," Feebie answered, this time with an elaborate curtsy. She lifted the hem of the short black dress with both hands, dipped her head, and bent both knees, with one leg behind the other. "Don't worry. You'll still be my slave-girl. I just want you to be more flexible. Fetch me a drink, maid," Miranda imperiously ordered. "Oui, mistress," Feebie answered, with a steadier curtsy. With a drink in her hand Miranda looked her maid over. "Let's have a look at the outfit. You look lovely in it, maid. Lift the hem up, higher," Miranda told her. Her full figure filled out the dress, leaving her looking voluptuous. Her breasts spilled out over the scooped top. Her legs looked longer in high heels and stockings, held up by suspender straps. The black contrasted well with the white fleshy thighs. Miranda wanted to caress them but resisted. The full white panties were pulled up tight over her sex. Geraldine nudged Miranda with her nose, indicating she wanted attention. "That's enough, puppy-girl. Your turn will come. Does puppy-girl want to wear paws?" Seeing the woman's indecision, she added. "Not now you don't, mistress wants puppy-girl to play with her soon," Miranda told the woman. "Thank you mistress, puppy-girl loves playing with her mistress," Geraldine eagerly responded. Geraldine settled down at her mistress's feet to lick them. Automatically Miranda put a hand on her head to stroke it. "Mmmm, that's nice, puppy-girl," she said, in the usual condescending tone. Both had settled into a routine, knowing each others needs. "Stand with your feet apart and knees together, like a gangly girl, I know you can do it," Miranda told her maid. "Put a finger between your teeth, now giggle. No! Like Genie in class, you remember her? The stupid girl, sat next to Jane. That's it!" Miranda laughed. "Swivel your hips and practise it," she ordered. "You can work your way up my thighs now, puppy-girl," she sighed. "Keep going till I tell you to stop, you too maid," Miranda laughed. Feebie felt so belittled she wanted to cry. She should be getting ready for the Business Studies second year exams. Instead, she was here, dressed as a humble maid. Practising the role of stupid bimbo made it worse still. It was her own fault, for she had indulged too often in a favourite fantasy game, over the last few weeks. It had become so well ingrained it was difficult to say no to the one time school friend. Miranda had treated her like a slave-girl so effectively she now thought of Miranda as her mistress, and couldn't escape from behaving like her personal slave. Even without wearing chains she deferred to Miranda completely. Dressing up as a French maid had never been included in her fantasies, yet because her mistress was pleased with her, she tried hard to get it right. She just couldn't help herself from obeying the girl. Especially with that important woman pandering to her every word, how could she demure, with such a powerful example leading her on. Feebie stood in a cute little girl stance, swinging her hips. She raised a finger to her lips, and pouted, with an endearing look through long eyelashes. She giggled while looking vacant, as though a thought had become mislaid in a tiny mind. Repeating the action over and over again brought an awful perfection to the movement. She imagined how it would be to think like a dizzy blonde bimbo, a mindless creature used to obeying and not thinking for its self. She looked at puppy-girl, knowing this was a good role model to follow. She could feel her thoughts receding into a muzzy fog as the role was perfected. Puppy-girl was licking her thighs nudging her pussy with her nose, obviously wanting to progress, though Miranda kept her back. "No! Not yet, puppy-girl, be good," Miranda warned her. She no longer had to raise her hand, to the pet, for she had learnt to obey so well. It had been fun though, spanking an older woman, who had been so self-important and wealthy. The look of humiliation on the woman's face had been amusing and very satisfying. Geraldine whined like a naughty little puppy not getting its own way. As a puppy-girl the woman took her example from a pet dog, Suzie, she owned last year. Like most of her behaviour during the last six months, she modelled herself on the pet bitch. She identified with it closely, after being on a leash, petted, playing fetch, sleeping in a cage, and being groomed by her mistress. Geraldine had nothing. Not the house, money or the smallest of possessions. If she was dressed to go out, or wearing a puppy outfit with a tail, it had all been bought by her mistress. Like the pet Suzie, she too was a pet, owned by her mistress. With no decision making and nothing to worry about, pet-girl had ceased to think about anything at all, except pleasuring her mistress. A dim memory of someone talking about a slave sale, kept her on her toes. The idea of the mistress becoming bored enough to sell her on to a stranger, was frightening. If she had misbehaved during the day, Geraldine would wake up in the middle of the night sweating. She imagined standing naked in front of strangers, being auctioned off to the highest bidder, as insignificant as any other possession in the house. Before the final price was declared, and the hammer fell, she awoke trembling. Trembling with arousal had been surprising at first, but she became used to it. She would lie quietly playing with her sex, until falling back to sleep. "Fetch another beer, maid," Miranda smiled at her slave-girl. Crooking a finger at her meant for the empty bottle to be removed. Slave-girl quickly snatched it up from the table, only to drop it on her mistress's knee. "You clumsy idiot! Stand still," Miranda ordered harshly. The girl had been hoping from foot to foot in anguish from what she had done. Puppy-girl was alternately, licking mistress's knee, and barking threateningly at Feebie. "Calm down, puppy-girl," Miranda told her, and eventually had to push her away with a shove of her foot. "Stay!" she added. "Here, maid," Miranda demanded, patting her lap. Feebie went to sit on mistress's lap, misunderstanding the order, though Miranda put her right, by grabbing a fist full of hair. "This will hurt, but not as much as my knee, you careless idiot, slave-girl," Miranda spoke, with a hard edge to her voice. "Count, slave-girl, and thank your mistress for correcting you," she said, with a smack to girl's fleshy bottom. "One! Thank you, mistress," Feebie cried out. Miranda pulled the girl's panties down and slapped her bottom again. It hurt her hand, so she decided to get a paddle for next time. She had spanked the woman, in the beginning of her training, but hadn't needed to for a long time, so this would teach them both to behave. "Two! Thank you mistress," Feebie simpered. The feeling of being an errant slave-girl was turning her on. She worried if this too would be punished. Another slap sounded loud, over the girl's ample cheeks and Feebie repeated the humiliating litany. The cheeks were probably as red as her face. At least it was hurting, for she began to squirm. Miranda wrapped her arm around the girl to pull her breasts out and gripped one in a tight fist. Eventually the girl realised she was hurting herself by moving so settled down to a steady moan. The last slap was delivered right between the legs, bringing a loud yelp of pain, from her slave-girl. "Owww! Six! Thank you mistress," Feebie humbly spoke. Miranda pushed the girl off her knees, onto the floor, where puppy-girl just managed to leap out of the way. Puppy-girl had been avidly watching the punishment, with a look of glee on her face. "Stand up, now!" Miranda demanded. "You know how to stand and what to do," Miranda demanded. She watched the look of confusion clear, to be replaced by a vacant look. Feebie went through the, dumb-girl routine so well she might have to be taught something else. "Slave-girl looks like a lovely little, brainless bimbo," Miranda taunted her. Feebie was relieved to hear her mistress was pleased with her. "Thank you, mistress, for correcting me. Your maid is ready to serve, mistress," Feebie said, between giggles, over the finger in her mouth. The whole mouth routine gave her a cute lisp, which Miranda loved. Feebie was imagining herself in ankle socks and a micro mini-skirt to help get into the role. She swung her hips for her mistress, in as an enticing way as possible. She looked up through long eyelashes with doe like eyes, wide with anticipation. As innocent as the look was, she was obviously not thinking of ice cream, but of hot sex. Feebie had found a new game and wanted to play. She had learnt that to pleasure mistress, meant greater pleasure in return. The excitement from two pairs of hands and two mouths, exploring her naked body, was always overwhelming. Miranda looked at the naughty vamp and at last knew where she was going with the slave-girl. A set off new outfits would be needed. Feebie was going to make a wonderful airhead slut. Given time the girl wouldn't remember college or even high school. She would settle into becoming a cute little bimbo, with a fizzy head instead of a brain, like her puppy-girl. After all, puppy-girl had lost all its inhibitions to become a dutiful pet, and she had been an important, older woman, used to having influential power in the community. It no longer thought of itself as an independent creature, as it looked at Miranda as its mistress, patiently waiting to obey every commanded. Feebie, with far less experience in the world would soon be a mindless dizzy creature, attuned to sex. Miranda laughed lightly. The girl was already obedient, so it might be too easy. A slap and a compliment worked for puppy-girl, so it would be interesting to see if it worked for slave-girl, to change her too. *** Miranda began to miss school friends of her own age. People she could talk too who wouldn't just bark or agree with everything she said. There was only one friend Miranda knew she could trust, and have a decent conversation with. Kate was into the dominance and submissive scene, though only visited occasionally. "Quickly, maid, fetch a wine for your mistress's friend," Miranda said quietly. Kate relaxed with a glass of wine and snacks. The food was always trashy but the white French Chablis was excellent. They caught up on what friends had been up to, with Miranda avidly listening. "So where is your puppy then?" Kate asked. "I've put her out of the way as she'll just bother us for attention. I've had the old dog cage moved into the spare bedroom. She'll be contended to doze in there for awhile," she added, on seeing her friend's look of concern. "Do you remember that girl talking about a slave auction?" Miranda asked. Kate thought for a moment. "Damn! Yes, how could I forget! I lost my job over that. The fucking girl came back as promised and distracted the boss. The two slave-girls escaped, while she kept the boss talking. It wasn't fair to blame me for what happened! I refused to take their place as her slave-girl, so she dismissed me. That's why I'm working at the 'Other Place' now. Why do you ask?" Kate asked, having a suspicion why. Her boss grew restless and eventually bored with her slaves and sold them on, so this was nothing new to Kate. "I was wondering if they really exist, that's all," Miranda replied, trying not to look too interested. Looking around at the puppy-girls' obvious absence, Kate nodded her head. "I can ask around if you like, at the clubs, and I know someone who comes in to the store occasionally. I'll have to be discreet; they are very secretive, for obvious reasons," Kate explained. "So they are real. OK. Let me know," Miranda said, in a contemplative mood. "Thinking of putting yourself up for auction, to earn some money?" Kate teased. "OK! Its obvious why," she added, with a throaty laugh. "So how much do you think, I could get," Miranda asked. "Which one of them would you put up for sale?" Kate quietly asked, while the maid was out of the room. Seeing her friend deep in thought she continued. "Depends for how long and the conditions. If it's an open ended contract without restrictions," her friend thought for a bit, then gave an estimated figure. "That much!" Miranda whistled. "That's just an estimate, for the woman. The girl would be more. It depends who's there and if two bidders are keen. Besides, it wouldn't be anywhere near that if you just put her up for a week or two, to give you a break. Of course, there would have to be restrictions, no tats or piercings or pain, for example. Anything you wanted to specify, to protect your slaves," Kate pointed out. *** A couple of weeks went by before Kate phoned. "Have you changed your mind? There's an auction this Friday, I only just found out. I'll come and pick you up at seven, sharp," Kate stated briskly. Miranda wasn't sure. Just in case, she prepared her slaves. "Mistress is going away for a couple of days, so puppy-girl is going into a special kennel," Miranda explained. She wanted to give her a big hug and a final loving caress but felt too guilty. She shook the feeling off. It was no good, this couldn't go on. She was the one feeling trapped. It was nice at times, but these two were so dependent upon her, she had been ensnared by her own slaves. She was young and attractive and needed a life of her own. Of course her pet complained and whined, but she had become so well trained, so obedient, she settled down. Miranda took the same approach with slave-girl, and she too submitted to her decision. Both of them had become used to letting their mistress think for them, so there would be little difficulty. That night she kept them serving her without the usual sexual encounters. She was trying to distance herself from them, trying to justify the action. She wasn't getting rid of them she was passing them on to a more deserving mistress. They deserved someone older, someone who could handle the responsibility of caring for two lovely, obedient slaves. Miranda was determined not to cry. It was silly. She never cried. *** The day of the auction Miranda pointed out pet would have other puppies to play with, and she could take her favourite bowl with her. Miranda even dug out the old puppy-girl collar with her name, Susie, on it. She looked so lovely it was difficult to see puppy-girl as being older, even though slave-girl was dressed and made-up, younger than her eighteen years. Miranda stroked them both, with loving care. Puppy-girl looked splendid when well groomed. She wore a butt plug, puppy tail, and the paw pads, to keep her in check. Miranda had also given her a sedative to calm her down. She just hoped the pet wouldn't panic and make a fuss on finding she wasn't going into a kennel for just a few days. Feebie was dressed in her finest cute pink dress, with plenty of girly make-up, plastering her face. More than an hour had been spent by the two them, teasing Feebie's hair into a halo around her head. The short hem and ankle socks showed off her legs and thighs. Every time she moved the pink see-through panties were flashed. Under the scooped top, a half-cup bra pushed her breasts up into a deep cleavage. She looked like a bubblegum slut. As though chewing gum was a hobby, and being a slut was her profession. They both looked gorgeous and very saleable. A tear glistened in Miranda's eye and all she could do was nod approval, unable to speak, in case she burst into tears. *** The auction supervisor gave Geraldine papers to read through, but it was obvious she couldn't hold anything while wearing padded paws. "I'll hold them for her," Miranda suggested. While the woman was distracted she whispered to her pet. "Just sign these papers, as usual, puppy-girl," Miranda told her. "Now listen carefully, puppy-girl. There are lots of people who want to look after such a lovely pet, for a couple of days, so they will offer money for the privilege. You must behave yourself and not let me down. Don't whine or make a fuss, just like when we go to a club. I'll be watching out for you. This is all just another game for puppy-girl to enjoy, so don't worry your silly little head over it. OK? Just do as you are told, behave yourself, make me proud of you," Miranda firmly warned her. "Yes mistress," Geraldine replied, in a yappy little voice. Miranda and Geraldine Ch. 07 "Have you read and agreed with the conditions? Oh! You've signed them. You should have waited till I could witness them," the supervisor pointed out. With plenty to do the woman counter signed them anyway and moved on. "This one yours too? Let's see you sign the papers. Good!" the assistant said, and quickly gathered up the paperwork. Miranda gave slave-girl a pep talk too, only the silly little thing didn't seem to take in what was happening. She didn't seem bothered at all as she stood, looking dreamy, sucking a thumb. Feebie stood twirling the little dress with a blank look on her face. She knew this was an auction and loved it. Her favourite fantasy was to be a slave-girl and here she was, about to be auctioned off to a stranger, as someone's slave! The deep feeling of arousal cancelled out the fear of the unknown, leaving her excited. She reverted to the airhead role, as taught by her mistress. She was sucking a thumb and swivelling her hips, with a vacant look from being deep into a favourite fantasy. Another woman, a tougher looking one, came over and grabbed Miranda's arm. "You can leave them here now. They are safe here. You'll see them out there pretty soon," the muscular woman said, while steering Miranda out. Before she knew what was happening, Miranda found herself out in the corridor with a security guard blocking the entrance. "Down the hall, that's where the auction is," he said, pointing, as though she were deaf or stupid. *** A slave had nervously sidled on stage, as Miranda took a seat in the main room. The room wasn't very plush, as everything would all be packed away, and moved on to another secret venue, ready for the next auction. A code on a board at the rostrum meant the woman was to be sold to her husband, so this one wouldn't be taken too seriously. It served as a warm up to the evening's auction. There was plenty of interest though. The bidding was lively, though it was the comments that were exciting. The men and women bidding knew she was unavailable, and only there for a thrill, so they made the most of it for her. "This slave will do well in my brothel. It will be easy to outbid her husband, just past his credit limit, and I'll have her. I'll have the bitch working night and day," a man was saying, just loud enough for the woman being auctioned to hear. "Surely that can't happen," his companion said, in a stage whisper. The woman could hear them discussing her attributes but was unable to see them as the spotlight was shining on her, leaving the room of bidders in dark contrast. She couldn't be sure her husband was even in the room, let alone see him bidding. "Not often, but I like the shape of her cunt. She has a virgin asshole, which will fetch a high price with the first few punters. You go distract the husband when the slave's value gets near his credit limit. I'll get her processed quickly and away, before anyone realises," he informed his friend. The poor woman was having more of an adventure than she bargained for. It was thrilling to parade naked before these men and women, imagining she was nothing but a slave up for sale. To hear them bidding for her body, with the chance of one of them owning her, was deliciously exciting. It was also safe, knowing she was going home with her husband, to play a very intense game. Her body language showed she was not so sure of herself now. "I will give you first refusal on her virgin ass, if you help me buy her. Her ass was measured and found to be very tight. Despite being married her pussy is tight too. Once her asshole has been well used, those full pursed lips will be a favourite with the customers. She will be sucking cock day and night. It's the best way to make a profit on a slave," he pointed out. The woman was now more turned on than when she thought it impossible for someone other than her husband to buy her. She had become so very excited, it showed; she had slipped into a fantasy, possibly a favourite, and was seriously aroused. That was exactly as the commentators had planned, for they enjoyed seeing her so turned on and so did everyone else, for the bids again leaped upward. The two men, sitting close to the small stage, had often worked together, for a bit of fun. Whatever extra commission her husband had to pay, from their game upping the price, it would be worth it, for both husband and wife. The hammer went down with the usual ritual words and the man nodded at the auctioneer. Knowing the man's game of old, the auctioneer whispered, "Another for your whore house, Ken," as the woman was led away. Her husband's name wasn't Ken! Had there been a mistake after all? Paperwork did get mislaid, even in the office where she worked. The auction was meant to be just a game for her and her husband. The danger of being sold to a stranger was thrilling and one reason she was there. Displaying her naked body to strangers was intensely exciting too but that part of it was meant to be the only real experience of the evening. Accidently sold to a stranger was bad. Being sold into a brothel was very bad. Her mind was running wild with images of her having to satisfy men's sexual fantasies as their whore. The images were rather more romantic than the reality of working in a filthy back street brothel, but that didn't matter, for it was just a game. Led back to a holding area, on a chain fastened to her nipples, there was little she could do to escape. Besides, that is exactly what the secure area was for, to prevent someone backing out, after the hammer fell. She had to stand there with the other end of the chain attached to a ringbolt, firmly secured to the wall. Still naked and vulnerable, she was wondering who had bought her. She was desperately hoping it was her husband; or maybe not. Miranda watched the woman stagger off the stage imagining it was her beloved puppy girl. She jumped up from the seat and ran out in search of Kate. "There you are, I've been looking for you! I've changed my mind. The security guy won't let me into the slave quarters and I've got to get to them," she blurted out, to her friend. "The papers have been signed so that's that. You've done it now, so you've got to live with the decision, get use to it," Kate firmly told her. "Don't shake your head. You've got to help me get in there, please! I've got to tell them I'm sorry and take them home," Miranda cried. "I love them both so much, I'll die without them," she said, with honesty and feeling shaking her body. "Sure, I should have guessed. Of course I'll help. It won't be easy though, once the papers are signed that's it," Kate said, and wrapped her arms around the hurt and angry Miranda. Miranda and Geraldine Ch. 08 (During the auction scene I got carried away, and diverted to another character. This was after attending such an auction in Los Angeles. There will be more about this scene in the future. Another series is in the planning stage, called 'Auction House'.) Sold at a slave auction Miranda thought she was tough and would have laughed contemptuously at anyone who called her sentimental. This was from years of having to suppress her feelings, while growing up on the wrong side of the tracks. Right then a tumult of feelings tumbled around inside her, swamping the usual tough, logical thinking. She had entered Geraldine and Feebie in a slave auction. Not a fun charity affair, but a real slave auction. On top of that, she had ticked all the boxes in the contract, meaning there were no restrictions on their use. There was no time limit either. Some of the entrants were being auctioned off for a weekend, or maybe a couple of weeks. Almost all had some restrictions, on what could be done to them. Geraldine and Feebie were on offer with full, no holds barred, contracts for life. After seeing the first woman auctioned off, Miranda realised what a mistake she had made. She hadn't realised how attached she was to Geraldine. The guilt was working on her over Feebie too, though not so powerfully. Feebie had only been with them a short while. A dreamy way of thinking had her easily slipping into becoming, Miranda's slave girl. It was a favourite fantasy, and she loved acting it out with Miranda and Geraldine. Geraldine was a wealthy, married woman, with a position in the community. She sat on the school board, attended university committee meetings, and chaired two local charities. All that had been given up, to become Miranda's obedient puppy-girl. She was too old to be called a girl, but the term was as derisory as her training had been. Through continual mistreatment, the once haughty Geraldine, was tamed into becoming a pet on a leash. She barked, scampered after toys, wore a collar, ate from a dog bowl, and worshiped her mistress, Miranda. "Calm down! Let me think. I'll sweet talk Ceejay into changing them to one lot. You can bid for them both," Kate began. "I haven't got credit here!" Miranda interrupted. "Can't you get me in there? I can find out where they go and rescue them," she said, through gritted teeth. "Right! A new plan then. I'll enter you in the auction. All three of you in one lot, so the same buyer takes you home. You can help them escape then. To make it work, you'll have to pretend to be willing. Don't go off on one, or it'll all go pear shaped," Kate warned her. "Whatever! Just do it, so long as I can be close to Geraldine. It's my fault she's in there, and I need to protect her," Miranda aggressively stated. "Right! Take a deep breath, and calm down. When I talk to you, call me mistress. No need to look at me like that! I'm trying to help aren't I? Remember you're a slave, willingly being auctioned," Kate told her friend. She pitied the person who bought her. Miranda would tear their hand off, if they dared to touch her. It was funny how a little bit of Geraldine's sophistication, and sensitivity, had rubbed off on Miranda. Kate dare not tell her that, for Miranda thought it was soft. "You ready?" she nudged her friend. "Try to look less aggressive," Kate warned her friend. She was going to point out why it was better to look cute and buyable, but changed her mind. If regular bidders were put off, a dealer would snap them up. In his hands they wouldn't stand a chance. Through hard training, the rough edges would be knocked off, so that even Miranda would learn to submit. They could end up anywhere. They could be shipped abroad, or sold into a high class brothel. "Right! Paperwork sorted. Look after them Ceejay," Kate smiled. She watched Miranda being led away. The young woman was beautiful enough to attract the bidders. Though, it didn't help that she was grinding her teeth, looking mean. Ceejay checked the paperwork, and set about checking the new piece of property. "Strip off," Ceejay said. Miranda stripped off her clothes, unfazed at being naked in front of a stranger. She had been to prison, so this was nothing. "All done, you are free to go now. OK! OK! Silly joke. Just relax will you? Through there, and Jilly will give you a number," Ceejay told her. It was a relief to see the damn girl out of her section. That one was a bottle of cheap sparkling wine, ready to pop. Miranda walked into the connecting room, through a curtain. It was dark and her eyes hadn't adjusted. Jilly and another woman took hold of Miranda's arms to manacle them. "Hey! What are you doing?" Miranda complained. It was too late as they had her shackled before she knew what was happening. The expert routine took her by surprise, leaving her helpless for the next stage. Miranda watched in trepidation as the woman approached, while the other held her still. They had obviously carried this out many times before, as they worked together in perfect co-ordination, without a word spoken. "Ouch!" Miranda squealed in pain. "Come on, it wasn't so bad," Jilly stated, without a trace of sympathy. A small handheld machine was used to brand her. She had a slave number tattooed on her upper thigh! She looked down at it with a feeling of dread. What had she let herself in for? "Hey! What do you think you're going to do with THAT?" Miranda asked. "All the slaves are measured. The auctioneer reads out the specifications during the auction," Jilly told the obnoxious girl. Miranda considered this for a moment then opened her mouth. If her lovely pet had been subjected to this, it was only right she should be too. She refused to choke, not wanting to show herself up. The thing shaped like a dildo, was slipped to the back of her mouth. An extra, gentle push and it was down her throat. It was obvious the nasty thing was designed to measure her gag reflex, or lack of one. It was sprayed with disinfectant and cleaned. The woman held it between Miranda's legs, waiting for the girl to complain. Instead, Miranda caught on to what was next, and spread her thighs. Jilly was careful with the instrument. She slowly eased it into the girl's vagina, not wanting to upset her more than she was already. She wrote down the figures on the instrument, for depth, breadth and wetness of the girl's vagina. Next she measured her lips, while they were engorged. Her lips were already impressively big and firm, though she added a couple of points, knowing they would grow even longer if she were properly stimulated. "Turn over," Jilly said. She circled the girls asshole with grease then probed with the instrument. Without being told the girl relaxed, for the instrument to slide in. The girl was tight, obviously not used to having her ass filled. Yet she could take it a long way in, without complaint. The usual weight and other body measurements followed. The girls breasts weren't very impressive, but she was young and attractive. "I'll take you to the others in a moment. First, the rules. You will not speak while out there on the podium. You will behave yourself, like a good little slave. Got it?" Jilly warned her. Miranda hesitated. "Ouch!" she yelped. The other woman had stung her bottom with an electric prod. This was definitely not the moment to rescue her friends. She decided to bide her time. Miranda nodded. She was glad to be re-united with puppy-girl and slave-girl. All three hugged delightedly. "Don't worry I'll look after you both. When we get away from here, I'll take you home, where you belong," Miranda whispered. It didn't take long for their turn to arrive. All three were shuffled to a curtain where the murmur of voices broke through. A woman was led through, from the stage by another assistant, on the end of a chain. It was attached to the lips of her pussy which looked sore, from being pulled. The three of them silently looked at her. Slave-girl smiled with a distant, vague look in her eyes. "Come along, slaves, your turn," Jilly commanded, and took hold of the loose end of a chain. The chain connected the three women by their collars. She pulled on it to jerk their necks. They wore nothing but chains, connecting collars to wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs. Unused to co-ordinating their movements they shuffled awkwardly onto a well lit stage. The bright lights blinded them for a moment. The lights were designed to give the audience some anonymity. Miranda peered forward but couldn't see who was there, or who was likely to buy them. A loud imposing voice introduced each of the slaves in turn, stating a list of their statistics and abilities. Miranda cringed, on hearing her private places mentioned, with their size and strength. She didn't know if the grip her pussy had was good or bad, but it was certainly something that should be kept private. Her asshole too was being described in detail, and it was considered virgin, which it was. Her ability to swallow without gagging was mentioned, for only one reason. She hated the idea of this skill being made use of, by a master. She listened as she was described as untrained, and untamed. The short lived pride, turned to worry, as it was suggested she was suitable for a master, wanting to break her. Especially when it was said she was tough, and could take pain. Being whipped, until she submitted, was not her idea of a comfortable enslavement. If she had to have a master, then let it be an old guy, who made few demands upon her. Jilly pulled the other two down, until they were squatting at Miranda's feet. They knew this position well, and formed a perfect tableau. A buzz of excitement enlivened the crowd of bidders. There would be few in the audience wealthy enough to bid, on a lot consisting of three slaves. The prospect of obtaining three slaves left everyone on edge with excitement. The voice went on to describe the fully trained puppy-girl, and slave-girl. The three naked women were greedily stared at by the crowd. Imaginations were rampant, with fantasies of what could be done, with three outstanding looking female slaves. It was also rare for a slave to be on offer without restrictions. A few women went through the demeaning process, for just the thrill of being auctioned. Always with the proviso, their husbands purchased them. Others were auctioned with restrictions, over what could be done to them. No marks, no abuse, no anal penetration, or whatever they needed to be protected from. Most slaves offered for sale, were available for a short period. A weekend or a couple of weeks at most, was usual. Sometimes, it was a woman needing money, presented here on stage. An undignified moment would have to be endured, while auctioned, and an even more degrading position suffered, when obeying a master. Others wanted to experience the naughty thrill, of being a real slave. For them, having to obey a stranger, as their master, would be a fantastic experience. Or it might be a shock, when faced with the reality, of being treated like the object they had become. These three were offered for sale without a time restriction. They were permanent slaves, for the rest of their lives! The auctioneer left this news to the last. He was satisfied, to hear one or two gasps among the potential bidders. The price would be high, and a big fat commission would be earned. Miranda felt angry at being described is such a demeaning manor. She only just kept her head, seeing now wasn't the time to rebel. She would have to behave herself, while helpless, wearing chains. Slave-girl looked positively excited, at the prospect of fulfilling a dream. She wasn't stupid, but had become ensnared by her own fantasy world, and stoked up by Miranda's training regime over the last few weeks. Puppy-girl looked up at her mistress, with an adoring look in her eyes. She felt all would be well, as long as her mistress was there to look after her. She had been worried earlier, but dismissed the silly thoughts of being abandoned, as soon as her mistress appeared with a promise to protect her. At first there was a flurry of bids from among the audience. They consisted of a subtle rising of an eyebrow, to the blatant lifting of a numbered card. Most wanted to be able to say they had bid on three naked slaves, knowing they could never afford them. Eventually the figure rose well above most peoples limit, leaving just two bidders to fight it out. Janet lifted a numbered card, high in the air in a showy display, indicating that she was serious, and determined. A swarthy, Middle Eastern looking man, subtly nodded his head. The auctioneer had been looking between the two of them, carefully judging the rhythm of numbers spoken in a steady recitation. They might be mesmerised by the sound of his voice, caught in the habit of bidding, or locked in the grip of a competitive fight. The audience looked on, at two gladiators, burning with determination to win. It might apply to the woman, though he knew Constantine worked to a budget. He was buying on commission for someone; an anonymous slave owner. It could be for anyone in the world, as long as they were rich. Constantine would probably split the three up, to maximise a profit. The committee were watching Constantine, as it was suspected the contractual time limits, were being ignored, once the slave was delivered. A few months back, a worried husband, complained about a missing wife. This wasn't the first time either. The auctioneer sympathised with the husband, explaining wives often stayed on for awhile, if they enjoyed the way they were treated. It was true, occasionally. Though when he looked up the purchaser to find it was Constantine, he doubted it was true in this case. The go-between had sold the slave to some anonymous person, conveniently forgetting to mention the original contract, was for just one week. A much higher price would be charged, for a permanent slave. When the buyer decided to sell the slave on, some of the cost could be recovered. In this way, she would soon be lost forever, while passed from master to master over the years. If there were too many complaints, the committee would have to do something about it. Eventually Constantine hesitated. At the last second, before the hammer cracked down, he lifted his hand a fraction. Janet smiled, indicating she considered they were hers. With someone else, the strategy of determination and intimidation might have worked. Constantine ignored her. The auctioneer slowed right down, sensing this was a critical stage. He mentioned a high figure, repeated it, and yet again the enormous amount was clearly stated, to a hushed room. Constantine again flicked his hand. The movement was slight enough not to be noticed, even by someone sitting close. The auctioneer was experienced, and knew Constantine well. The auctioneer upped the value by a thousand, while looking the woman in the eye; daring her to agree to the large figure. Janet looked the three slaves over once more. One of them was older than she liked, though it was perhaps the best trained. The dreamy one looked cute. The rough looking one would take some knocking into shape. A task she was looking forward to. Three slaves! The combinations of positions and the games three could be used for, stirred her imagination, and her arousal. Yes! She nodded at the auctioneer. Again he recited the words, repeating the price. Twice, then three times, and again he hesitated. He looked at Constantine, waiting for the slightest nod, or indication of agreement. His hand was poised, ready to hit the wooden block. Bang! The gavel hit the wooden block with a crack; impressive in the hushed room. "Sold, outright, to seven-three-four," the auctioneer intoned, as though it were just an everyday occurrence. The room buzzed with excitement, as everyone whispered their conjectures at once. Even quiet individuals turned to complete strangers, sitting next to them, to gossip. Janet had won three slaves at a good price. The total price was impressive, though split three ways, each slave was a bargain. She watched the three women shuffle out, to loud applause from the audience. They were more impressed with the idea of three slaves being purchased permanently, than the high value. Each of the people there had their own ideas, over what could be done with three attractive slaves. The idea of owning these women, outright, and for ever, was stimulating their imaginations. They applauded the audacity, and bravery of the three beautiful women, willingly putting themselves into such a demanding position. One of the men was there to bid on his wife. She was due next. He had to settle his nerves after that tremendous battle. The sight of naked women, in chains, was inspiring. The opportunity of taking three willing slaves home was awesome. He would be willing to leave his wife to someone else, for that opportunity. When the last naked bottom disappeared behind the curtain, the applause subsided, though the audience hadn't settled down completely. The auctioneer knew the excitement would increase the next few slave's price, and of course that meant an increased commission. A glance over the paperwork confirmed the next slave, was for sale to her husband. That would dampen the bidding, so he decided to omit that detail. The husband could out bid anyone, as he would receive his own bid amount back, minus a commission. It would keep the enthusiasm high if everyone thought they had a chance to buy the slave. As he read out the specifications, it was obvious this was another grand opportunity. The wife had agreed to a sale, without restrictions to her use. Her whole body was at the mercy of a master, to use as he saw fit. Whatever his fetish, she would have to submit to it. That was often the case, when a husband was buying his wife. It just gave her an extra thrill of danger. He looked the young woman over, while reading out her specifications. She was young and real beauty. When he mentioned this one too, was selling without restrictions, the room became deathly silent for a moment. Everyone seemed to talk at once. Even before an opening figure was mentioned, men and women were raising their hands. No subtly this time. Gone were the raised eyebrows or, sly flick of a hand, Hands were being raised all over the room. One being waived furiously, as the guy forgot only two bidders at a time were needed. Obviously they the bidders were culled, as the price quickly rose, leaving the serious bidders to move in on the kill. The auctioneer guessed the man waiving his hand for attention, was the husband. Either, he wanted to be included in the bidding, or he was desperate to point out a vital code had been missed off the slaves specification. A code word indicated that anyone could bid, but the slave would ultimately go to the husband, for he would outbid everyone, however high the figure. The auctioneer was trying to keep the excitement going, after the last lot of three women. He was taking a liberty and a bit of a chance. If the husband didn't keep bidding, someone else would win the lot, and be expecting to take the man's wife home, as a slave. It could produce an awkward situation when he came to collect his lot. The auctioneer quickly looked down the list, to check the man's credit rating. They were well within his limit. The only concern now was if he walked away, to inform the office of the intentional mistake. Surely he wouldn't be so stupid as to leave the room, and let his wife end up being won by a stranger. He looked at the young woman, which brought the bidders attention back to her. It was a subtle, but worthwhile ploy. Especially as he gave her a longing look, as though to say, 'I would, if I could afford it'. Miranda and Geraldine Ch. 08 Unable to see her husband, past the lights glaring at her, she looked worried. The expression added to the natural look of innocence she wore. Although naked, she struck a demure pose. The overall effect was of someone most would want to buy, and take home, to cherish. Even the severe lighting, couldn't harden her soft features. The womanly curves of her body were voluptuous, promising much, once past the barrier of innocence. It left the connoisseur wanting to pluck this ripe fruit, to enjoy its delights, with the prospect of releasing a hidden passion. The auctioneer hoped it was the wife, and not the husband, who found this a thrill, for there was far more interest that usual. If she was a voyeur or slave fantasist, she was getting her moneys worth from this audience. The guy that previously waived his hand suddenly dropped it. Perhaps he had become wise to the fact that he need only bid at the last, before the hammer fell. The auctioneer kept his eye out for him, especially when the bidding slowed. He looked at the wife, and noted she looked even more worried than ever. She sensed something was wrong. How long had they been married, more importantly how well did she know him? It made little difference if they were married or partners. Occasionally a woman arranged for a fantasy game player to enter her into the auction. Whoever it was, what mattered was that she could trust them. The figure was well above estimate, and the husband had a concerned look on his face. The auctioneer again looked at the slave, noting how worried she looked. She couldn't see the bidders behind the lights, though the amount, and her value, was crystal clear. The non-bidders began to murmur, over the high value of this one petite, slave-girl. The auctioneer began to relax, for the bidder seated near the front, was sure to be her husband. The man looked determined and was a new face. The auction travelled from place to place, changing venues, for security and privacy. Familiar faces were there every session, with the same dealers and punters. Some were just there for the thrill of watching naked slaves being auctioned. If they hadn't entered a slave, or deposited enough for a credit rating, they didn't get in. The thrill seekers were rich enough to pay a deposit, and forget about the percentage kept back, while not intending to bid. The hammer went down, with the usual sharp crack, of wood on wood. Both bidders looked exhausted, as though they had run a marathon. The loser looked relieved, after being given the chance to think about how much he had very nearly spent. Perhaps he hadn't thought through where he would keep a slave. The man, he assumed was the husband, looked elated. He wouldn't be in trouble now from an irate wife. The auctioneer had no time to look at the slave, lot twenty-three, to see how she felt about it all. In any case, if she was deep into a fantasy, it would be difficult to tell how she really felt. She might be getting herself into a frame of mind, imagining a stranger had bought her; even if it was her husband. Before he could check the paperwork, another slave was presented on stage. Good, the helpers were keeping up the momentum. That would help to keep up the excitement and the prices. They could sort out any mistakes, if he had been wrong, in the office. Charlie looked worried when he approached the office, to collect his auction lot, numbered twenty-three. The woman paid him little attention, as she quickly processed the paperwork. His bidding number matched the auctioneer's paperwork, so she handed him the appropriately numbered token. She was feeling hassled after processing the three slaves lot. The woman collecting them was bossy and impatient, leaving her feeling stressed. "Just drive round to the side door, where the lot will be passed to you discreetly. Make sure you park close, as it will not be given any clothing," the woman quickly told him. She firmly closed the door on him, shutting off any stupid questions he might have. Charlie turned up at the place as directed, and just stood there, unsure of what to do. "Just be patient, for a moment. It's no good shouting, in fact it is counterproductive. Part of your lot has been a right pain, so it's being subdued," the large man wearily stated. "You had better not damaged her!" Jane growled at him. Jane opened her mouth to complain yet again, over the delay. She wanted her three slaves now! Gritting her teeth, she decided to do as she had been told for once. Being told what to do didn't come easy to her. "Ownership token?" he asked the guy, hovering close by. "Err," Charlie murmured, while holding out the small, numbered disk. Without the usual palaver, of a final checking of forms, the big man returned with lot twenty-three. As though rubbing it in that the woman should have been less aggressive, he escorted lot twenty-three the few paces to the guys car. This lot, as often was the case, started to kick off. He had enough of difficult slaves for one evening, so he pushed her in, and tightened the chains. She was effectively fixed tightly in place, draped over the back seat. "Best to put a cover over you're slave. You don't want anyone seeing it," the big man suggested, and left him to it. Charlie murmured his thanks, and just stood staring at the helpless naked woman. He roused himself to drape a blanket over her. It was a picnic blanket; a present never used before. His aunt would be surprised to find out what he was actually using it for. Lot twenty-three, Corrine, was dumbfounded. This was not her husband's car! She had been blissfully unaware of the auction details, while lost in a deep fantasy. It had taken a great deal of gumption to register and fill out the forms. She had almost backed out several times, right up to the moment of stepping out onto the small stage. All those strangers looking at her naked body had been a thrill of a lifetime. A favourite fantasy had come true, and it kept threatening to overtake her. She fought to keep it at bay, as she wanted to experience every detail, and every thrill of the moment. On seeing she was being bundled into a strange car, she began to panic. The security guy knew better and re-assured her everything was alright. Her husband must have hired an expensive limousine for this moment. The unexpected, thoughtful gesture, made it all the more thrilling. He also had the foresight to bring a blanket, to cover her. She heard him get into the driving seat without saying a word. Good! She thought, he was maintaining the mood of the moment, by not revealing it was him. She could pretend it was a complete stranger, driving her off into the night. Corrine at last began to let go, completely subsuming herself in a favourite fantasy. She had been enslaved and auctioned! A complete stranger had purchased her, and was taking his slave away! She was now a real slave-girl! Corrine would be this man's plaything, obediently and dutifully submitting to his whims. From now on, there would be no choices to be made, as her life would revolve around a master's desires. Charlie kept looking over his shoulder, at the blanket draped over the back seat. He hadn't planned on buying a slave. He went there just to see what really went on. It had been so easy to become carried away with the wild spirit of the evening. What in hell was he going to do with her? As usual, the answer like everything else could be found on the internet. He was sure of that at least. Listening to others at the auction, talking about how they kept a slave, gave him some ideas. He had wanted to ask them for details, but his ignorance would have shown. He smiled to himself. He had a beautiful, willing young woman in the back of his car, completely helpless and ready to please him! He took note of his speed and lightened a foot on the pedal. The last thing he wanted was to be stopped for speeding. Janet realised what the problem was now. One of the slaves had her chains tightened, into a hogtie position. She also wore a gag. The second security man to emerge was nursing an ankle. "The bitch bit me," he complained to Jane. "No, this one on the leash," he pointed out. The older woman, on all fours, was growling and yapping. She had a basket like muzzle over her face. Janet had help with loading them into her van after all. The security men wanted the lots quickly out of the way. Attention from anyone could mean trouble. With all three slaves tucked away in cages, Janet drove away into the night. Miranda and Geraldine Ch. 09 Chapter 09 Miranda is to be trained until broken Janet paid off the auction house delivery man after bringing the cages into the house, and down to the basement. Without being bruised, her new naked pets were lined up in their cages, waiting upon their fate. One was looking out of its cage with a scowl, looking as though it might bite. So far it had been quiet, but she didn't trust it. Human animals could be so treacherous. She would enjoy beating it into submission, as it looked as though it would put up a fight. She looked at the paperwork to see its name was Miranda. Mimi might be an appropriate name for it, though the decision would be made later. It was important to make it demeaning, with a slight reminder of what it used to be. Every time she used the new name, the pet would have its humble position rubbed in. Much the same as rubbing a puppies nose in its own mess to house train it. Another had a silly look on its face, whining occasionally, staring intently at the angry looking pet. It looked as though there was some connection between the two, such as a dependency of some kind. She would have to break that, and make it dependent upon her. This one was Geraldine, so following a theme the name Gigi might suit. The third was squatting in its cage, filling its nails on the cage door. It seemed unconcerned with where it was, or who had bought it. The self-assurance would have to be replaced with timid obedience. The name Feebie, seemed right for this feeble minded one. It would have to be changed, to re-enforce a new personality; FiFi sounded right for a totally submissive pet. Jane chuckled at the idea of using the demeaning sounding names. She was glad to have purchased three new toys to play with, despite the extravagant price. It was amusing how differently each of the new pets were reacting to being sold. They would soon come to heel, for she didn't believe in sparing the whip. It might take longer for the angry one to give in, but they all did eventually. She wouldn't give up training them, even when they diligently jumped to her every request. Training meant enforcing her will upon them, until completely broken. When they were eating out of her hand, as obedient and eager little puppies, the second phase of their re-orientation would begin. They would soon be in their proper place, at her feet, worshiping their new mistress. "If I let you out will you behave yourself?" Janet asked Feebie. "Yes, mistress, thank you mistress," Feebie eagerly answered. After crawling out of the cage she stood up with some difficulty, from being cramped up for an hour or so. She stood compliantly before her new mistress, with head bowed, enjoying the role of slave girl. She had read stories, and fantasised over being auctioned off as a slave girl. Now it had happened she found it difficult to shake off the feeling that it was merely a wonderful fantasy. Janet looked at the young girl, estimating her age at just over eighteen. That she had stood up showed she hadn't been trained as a bitch. "So what are you?" Janet asked. "A slave girl, mistress," she demurely answered. "A good start," she began to say, when Geraldine barked, seeking her attention. She looked up at them from her cage, with a pathetic little puppy lost expression. "Are, poor puppy, do you want out of your cage?" Janet asked, in a patronising tone of voice. "You! Stand there like a good slave girl," she warned Feebie. Fiddling with the keys she unlocked the cage, and pulled out the new pet by its collar. "There, there, little pet bitch, you're so excited to be out of your cage," Janet said, sounding pleased with the new pet bitch . "You're a good little puppy, yes you are!" she drooled over her new pet. This one was a lot older than the other two, yet had a fit looking body. Larger breasts and rounder hips gave it a more pleasing, sexy shape. "You've been well trained, unlike the other two. Let's take a look at you," Janet said, while stroking her hair, and patting its bare ass. Holding the collar firmly she felt between its cheeks, reaching for the asshole. pushing in with a finger, she then tried two. "You like that, don't you puppy! So you've been wearing a tail. Your new mistress will buy you a brand new gorgeous tail. Yes I will, a big fluffy tail, for puppy bitch," Janet spoke slowly, as though the pet might not understand. She realised it was deeply into the role, though not so thoroughly trained as she liked. There were signs of puppy mittens having been tied around its wrists and ankles. She felt its large breasts, hanging below, swinging freely as it tried to lick her hand, or anything else that came near. Being older than the other two, it made Janet wonder who had owned such a mixed group. She felt between its legs, noting how wet and puffy its cunt was. She found its clit and pinched it, to receive a puppy sounding yelp of pain. That confirmed how deeply engrossed in the role it was. She gently massaged its clit, feeling how swollen it became, and pulled at it between two fingers. She wiped her sticky fingers on the pets backside, and looked it over. The pets frame would look right with larger breasts, much larger. Once fully trained she would ask a friend, a cosmetic surgeon, to give it enormous breasts. A tummy tuck would be necessary too, so pulling in its waist might as well be done at the same time. She was thinking of moulding this new pet into a dumb blonde bitch. "My new pet likes attention, don't you little puppy!" Janet cooed at Geraldine. Perhaps the facial lips needed enhancing too. She stroked its long hair away from its muzzle, to take a good look at it. Full pouting lips would look good on a dumb blonde bitch. "I thought you looked familiar," Janet mused. "Can't think where I've seen you before, perhaps at a club, or a masters house? Silly barky thing can't tell me," she laughed. With both hands holding Geraldine's face, she turned it toward the light. "Geraldine? Of course, but it can't be!" Janet whispered, wrinkling her brow in consternation. She tried to think when she had last seen the woman. Some weeks ago at a committee meeting. The Homeless Trust, that was it. Janet tried to block the funds going to just anyone. Geraldine had argued that anyone on the streets was worthy of their attention, and should be allowed a second chance. The damn woman had won the argument. "Well, well, if it isn't the rich bitch with a heart," Janet scoffed. It was incredible, but the wealthy woman was here at her feet, barking and whining like a pet bitch. "You have certainly come down in the world. Don't worry though, you won't be homeless. I'll re-join the committee now you're out of the way. I've met some nice girls on the streets, who needed a home and some discipline in their lives," she harshly smiled, right in the pets face. "I shall enjoy whipping you into shape, little pet bitch. I'll mould you into a pathetic, loyal little pet, along with the other two," Janet said, while pinching a nipple. Geraldine tried to pull away, while whimpering pathetically. Janet felt elated from having this powerful woman at her mercy. Again she wondered who trained her and put three slaves up for sale. If the bidders had realised who it was being auctioned, the price would have doubled, just for her. This pathetic whining pet had been a pain to many a businessman in the city. With nothing better to do, she interfered in things she didn't understand, through city and state committees. Janet closed her eyes for a moment, still pinching and twisting the pathetic things nipples. With a tail up its asshole, she would take pleasure in showing it off to fellow mistresses and masters. Crawling around on the end of a leash, letting the ones who had suffered from her interference, pet her intimately. Janet could teach it to serve her as a dutiful and obedient assistant, ready to jump at her slightest whim. At meetings it could be shown off as a tame pet, before the other self-important committee members. A demonstration of her power over the creature would serve as a warning to others, and might even gain a recruit or two. "How pleasant it will be to show off the high and mighty Geraldine, brought so low, to become nothing more than a pathetic slave. Who would have thought you would end up in a slave auction?" Janet laughed, in her face. Geraldine saw the mean look in this new mistresses eyes, and was no longer willing to play along with the game. The mistress had a tight grip of her collar, choking her, twisting a nipple, hurting her. The humiliation was turning her on, which was a dreadful state to be brought to by such an awful woman. Her real mistress should do something to stop this cruelty. She tried to look around at Miranda, but the nasty woman kept her face close to hers. She remembered a past life like a distant, hazy shadow. She wondered if it was true, that she had been a rich woman, and not just a puppy girl. There was a ring of truth to it, but she had been too long subsumed in the game. It seemed as if she had been always been a young girls plaything. It didn't seem right, but it felt safe and comforting to have a caring mistress. Feebie looked at her new mistress. It was one thing to have her fantasy fulfilled, but to be subjected to abuse was another. She didn't like what this woman was doing to the puppy girl, or what she was saying about the training. Her friend had indulged her fantasies, whereas this woman wanted to force her into becoming a pet bitch. "Leave her alone, you mean bitch!" Miranda shouted. She had meant to keep quiet until let out of the cage. The whole reason for being there was to rescue her two slaves, yet she was the one in need of rescue. It was a mistake speaking out. "Oh! The pet has a voice, unlike this pathetic creature. Why should I take the slightest notice of something I own? I bought you at auction, so your mine now, PET," Janet sneered. "It's a mistake, I shouldn't have sold them. I'll buy them back," Miranda firmly stated. "A mistake you say. Well you'll have to live with it, that's life, pet. You'll buy them back? How?" Janet chuckled. "The auction price, it goes to me, you can have it back," Miranda explained. "Oh really? I'm looking forward to training you all into my obedient pets, no can do!" Janet chortled. Feebie didn't like the sound of that. Her fantasy was based around being a slave-girl, not a pet-girl. "I'll double the price. You can get someone else," Miranda said, sounding defiant. "Three slaves cost a fortune. How can you possibly afford that?" Janet pleasantly asked. "The auction price goes into my bank account. I've got more than enough to double the price," she boasted. "Well, that is interesting. A slave with money, who ever heard of such a ludicrous thing? You are very much mistaken, pet. I must remind you, slaves are objects, owned by a master or mistress. As you can see, I am a mistress, and I purchased you. I own your ass, as they say. You, that collar around your neck, the tears in your eyes, and everything else, is now mine," she laughed. "That is so wonderful, a slave with a bank account. You three weren't so expensive after all. I've already made a profit, without a single moment of training. Such a good investment," Janet laughed. "You won't get a cent! Let us go and I'll get you the money, otherwise you won't know where we live, or have the bank details," Miranda defiantly shouted. "A house too! Perfect!" she laughed even louder. Miranda spluttered angrily, unable to recover from her mistake. There were tears in her eyes now, tears of rage and frustration. "Let me out of here!" she shrieked. "There, there, pet, calm down. When you're fully trained you'll gladly tell your mistress all about it, every detail. Such a wilful pet needs a lot of training. I take it you trained these two. Your silence reveals all. You did a good job for an amateur, I grant you that much. How ironic it is that you are to receive the ultimate training," she smiled. Miranda was silently raging, meeting the woman's scowl with a fierce grimace. "Once trained you'll do anything, absolutely anything your mistress commands You'll give me the bank account, and sign over the house. That's when I'll sell you, pet. I have someone in mind for you, a gentleman with very interesting tastes. Alternatively there's a customer who keeps willing pets in a brothel, for his special clients. He pays well, for an obedient young pet-girl like you," Janet explained, with derisory sneer. "Let me out of here! You're not a mistress, you're a nasty twisted bitch!" Miranda raged. Janet reached for a whip, hanging conveniently above the cages. She swished it with a satisfying cracking sound. With well practised ease she flicked it through the bars, striking Miranda a stinging blow across the face. "Fuck you! Fuck you!" she shouted, from the pain of a second blow. "Ouch! Shit! Let go you naughty bitch!" Janet yelped. Geraldine bit into the bad mistresses calf, ignoring the pain of the whip on her rump. If anything it made her bite harder, with a determination not to let go. The woman was hurting her mistress, and this was all she could think to do. The keys were dropped, to skitter across the floor, landing inches away from Miranda's cage. Straining her fingers through the bars, pushing past the pain, she touched them, only easing them further away. She hadn't yet thought how it would be possible to undo the lock from inside the cage. She looked up through the bars, feeling pathetic. A pair of legs were there, blocking her view. What was going on? The loud shouting and growling was still in progress. "A slave revolt!" Feebie gleefully smiled into the cage. The small door opened releasing Miranda, like a cork from a bottle she popped out, thrusting forward. Unable to rise to her feet, she smashed upward with a fist. Without much skill, she slammed the woman in the stomach, happening to strike her solar plexus. Janet doubled up, with a great puff of air deflating her, crumpling her body to the floor. "Help me, both of you, come on, move!" Miranda demanded. Sliding Janet across the floor, they bundled her into the larger of the cages. Miranda slipped a padlock through the hasp, and clicked it shut. She pulled her two loved ones together, hugging them tight. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done it. I'm really sorry. I'll look after you from now on, I promise," Miranda squawked. The other two cried with her. The three of them were a jumbled mass of limbs on the floor, hugging each other, with Geraldine licking and pawing them. Miranda broke free, knowing something needed to be done before they were free. They were naked, and didn't even know where they were. Feebie was enthralled by the idea of being a runaway slave-girl, and imagined adventures to come. Geraldine was pleased to regain her true mistress, and was getting in the way, trying to lick her legs and thighs. "Wait pet-girl. Later, please," Miranda had to admonish her, though she couldn't bring herself to put much effort into it. After all, the bitch had saved them from a dire situation. Upstairs they found a playroom with sex toys on shelves and in cupboards. In the closet they found plenty of outfits, though nothing decent. Feebie found a bright fluffy ballerina outfit, and was trying it on. "Just bring it with you, for later, yes and that," Miranda allowed. She found a doggy outfit with a range of tails. "Do you like these? OK! We'll take them too," Miranda told Geraldine. In the master bedroom another walk in closet contained normal clothes. The woman was too tall for anything to fit Geraldine, but Miranda found a designer dress that looked suitable. The woman was too tall to have anything for the other two. Miranda stared thoughtful at the two slaves, then marched them back to the play room. "Find what you like and put it on," Miranda told them. If stopped by the police it could always be explained away that she was driving them to a fancy dress party. As she figured, the neat woman had a key box with each of them hooked and labelled. Four by four looked interesting. She grabbed the keys and glided into the adjoining garage, feeling clever and excited. There it was, big, black and shining, awaiting their escape. Running back to the slaves, she sighed on seeing they had helped each other into raunchy outfits. "Take out the tail, pet. Just bring it with you. You'll need a coat over that," she told Feebie. The see-through outfit would get them arrested if stopped. She listened at the top of the basement stairs, hearing shouts of protest. She closed the door, for complete silence, without hearing even a muffled yelp. Obviously designed that way, though not to silence Janet's screams. In the kitchen she found a large can of dog food, and opened it. A dogs drinking bowl was next, and she filled a bottle with water. Carrying them down to the basement, she glanced at the woman silently glaring at her from behind bars. She shoved the bowl, and dog food through a gap under the cage door. Next, she poured water into the bowl. She was about to say, 'he who laughs last', but just glared instead. Miranda ran upstairs to the playroom, to check on her slaves. She'd need a large sack for all the stuff they were pillaging. A thought came to her. She had grown up on the wrong side of town, and had to remind herself of the fact. She walked calmly to the bedroom, to scan it carefully from the doorway. Ornate boxes were full of uninteresting costume jewellery. A bottom draw contained expensive silk underwear that grated noisily when messed up. Under them, stupidly hidden, were expensive looking boxes. She emptied the glittering contents into two pairs of French knickers. She slid them into an inside pocket of the jacket. Thinking more clearly, she looked for a room used as an office. Vehicle documents were as easily found in a filing cabinet as the keys had been. Contacts would know what to do with them, the jewellery, and the credit cards. A cash box had a mixture of currency. She wondered how much it was worth. Was it from the sales of slaves to foreign buyers? She would bet on it not being declared in a tax return. Enough! Time to go. She grabbed a suitcase to pack the slaves chosen outfits, which they gleefully enjoyed; looking forward to trying them on at home. Arm in arm they strolled to the waiting transport. For a moment Miranda wondered if she would have to reverse out through the garage doors. Just as predictably a control box was found in the door. Pressing buttons with worn away instructions eventually opened the door behind them. For a moment she looked longingly at the foreign red sports car. With a more practical frame of mind, she slammed the big black monster into reverse, and screeched out of the garage. She sharply turned the wheel in a semi controlled turn to face the road. They crunched down a stony driveway and into the street without stopping, or even bothering to look. Miranda and Feebie wee chattering excitedly with Geraldine joining in the conversation with barks and whines, as they sped off into the night. *** Big John braked sharply. Damn! They had missed their quarry. The bitch had escaped with the luck of the devil. He pulled the van into the drive, no longer needing to be quiet or cautious. They could at least survey the house for a later break-in. "OK guys, we'll look the place over, you take the back, I'll try the front. Look out for alarms and cameras. Note where they are, and what they cover," John told his friends. Walking into the garage he looked the vehicles over. Trying a handle, he was surprised to find the garage and kitchen connecting door unlocked. Cautiously he pushed it open, to find the lights on. He scratched his head, wondering what had made Janet flee in such a hurry. No one knew what they were up to. Brandi and Kelly certainly wouldn't have warned her. Cindy didn't know of their plan, and would have encouraged them if she had. Miranda and Geraldine Ch. 09 Thinking of the girls and what this woman had put them through, fired his anger. He walked outside and whistled. The three of them walked in; John was the most confident. He was a big guy, able to look after himself, and others. Bill opened the door on the security control box. "It's off," he said. He opened a key box that was screwed to the wall, next to the security controls. "The number is here," he said. "Why do they spend a fortune on security systems then flout the basic rules?" Bill asked, in exhastperation. "Probably just to keep the insurance people happy. Besides, you make a good living from installing them, and even more maintaining them," Larry laughed. John came walking back into the kitchen from a quick scout around. "Nothing out of place back there. Checked the basement? We better had, she might have a new slave stashed away," John calmly stated. He was covering up a worry over what had spooked her. Was there about to be a police raid, catching them breaking in. At least they hadn't had to break in, though it would be hard to explain why they were there, wearing masks. The two friends followed John down the stairs into the basement. The light was on down there too. "Get me out of here!" a voice shouted. John peered into a cage. "John! It's you! What are you doing here? Get me out of here! Now!" Jane growled. "What in hell are you doing in there?" he asked, sounding confused. So the truck pulling out of her drive, that nearly wrote them off, was driven by someone else. It was Janet alright, and in a fierce mood, for obvious reasons. He leaned on the cage, feeling a whole lot more relaxed. "Don't bother telling me," he said. He stared at her scowling up at him. So much for their disguises, she had recognised him straight away. It was difficult, for she had recognised his voice and large frame. "Well?" was all she said. He looked around the basement. "Don't see any keys," he opined. He pointed at one of the guys, not wanting to name him. "That sack truck, bring it over," he said. Ignoring her protests they pushed the truck under the cage, and began to haul it up the stairs. The three of them hauled the cage into the back of the van, climbed in the front, and drove off. It had been a lot easier than they thought. "I don't know what she's been up to recently, but she's going to get what 's coming to her. It's been a long time coming. I wonder who should get to thrash her first, Brandi, Kelly or Cindy?" John mused. *** Once home Miranda settled her slaves with a big hug. She set Feebie to work in the kitchen, while Geraldine closely followed her around. The woman refused to walk, preferring to crawl at heel. She had become proficient, able to keep up with Miranda even on the hard kitchen floor. Geraldine kept close, not even letting her tale a pee without scratching at the door and whining. A couple of phone calls got her through to a friend of a friend. It was fortunate he could handle everything taken from Jane's house, saving a lot of bother. She put the phone down and grinned. "That will teach the fucking bitch!" Miranda was idly stroking Geraldine's hair, who was squatting at her feet as usual. She patted her lap, and helped Geraldine up. She let the woman lick her face and mouth, opening it to accept her tongue. "You're a lovely puppy, but stop licking me. I don't know what you want unless you tell me. Come on sweet puppy, tell your mistress, talk to me," Miranda urged. She was worried about the woman, as she realised pet hadn't spoken for awhile. The woman had whined, and barked like a puppy, yet Miranda hadn't noticed as they settled into a routine. Shit! It was all her fault, every part of it. Her impetuous decision to join them in the auction had nearly ended in disaster. The compelling desire to rescue them had caught her unawares. The thought of someone else controlling them made her realise she had fallen in love with them. "I will keep my promise, lovely pet," she whispered. Geraldine had a place in society, belonging to committee's and other boring things, that Miranda didn't have the slightest interest in even knowing about, let alone getting involved. She looked at Geraldine, understanding the woman was content, but should she be like this, behaving like a dumb animal. Miranda pushed her hand into the crotch of the doggy suit, to play with the woman's lips. They were wet a and slippery, and she found her puppy hole was ready for filling. She wrapped her free hand around the woman and pulled her lips close. They kissed, avidly sucking and licking each other, knowing where to please, and how to pleasure each other. "Does puppy want mistress to fuck her?" Miranda asked. She was determined to please her puppy, and keep them both happy. Feebie walked in, after washing up and clearing away their early morning meal. She stood with head bowed like a dutiful slave girl, awaiting further orders. Miranda looked over her slave girl, pleased with what she saw. She was a little thing, the same height as Geraldine, only pale and nymph like. "First I want you to get me the black dildo, and hurry back here," Miranda smiled, at her one time school friend, now slave-girl. To be honest she couldn't call her a friend, as she had hardly noticed the mousy thing in school. This new relationship suited them both, and Miranda was determined to make it work. Miranda was still overwhelmed that they had fought to free her from that disgusting cage. It intensified the desire to protect them and keep them safe. Geraldine's cage would be got rid of and she would never ever put her in one. It had been a severe wake up call, to tell her to look after her lovely slaves. Slave-girl walked in and presented the large dildo to her mistress. She wondered if she too would receive a pleasuring after the puppy. She hoped so. "There you are puppy, mistress is going to pleasure you. Whoa! Steady! Careful, keep still, don't jump around, you'll fall. I told you so, lay there, don't get up," Geraldine gently admonished her puppy, when it fell off her lap. She stroked pet's breasts and tummy, getting teasingly closer to her crotch. "Slave girl, pay attention and listen to me. Don't worry, I'm not going to train you into becoming a puppy-girl. The next thing I want you to do is go to your room and try on those outfits we brought back. Wait! Come back here to show me each one," Miranda said, to a retreating back. The look of pleasure on her slave-girl's face was a picture of happiness. "Lick it, that's it, get it all wet. Good puppy. Now lick me, lick your mistresses pussy," Miranda told her puppy. Miranda felt tired and needed to get to bed before sunrise. She had promised to look after her two slaves, and they needed to play before going to sleep. They needed to feel secure, wanted, and loved. She pushed the wet dildo inside her. Geraldine didn't need telling, she got up on all fours to stick her bottom up at Miranda. The puppy bitch was on heat, presenting her sex to her mistress. "What do you want, Geraldine? Tell me, so I know what you want. Tell your mistress, Geraldine, please," Miranda firmly told her puppy. Geraldine was looking over her shoulder, trying to entice her mistress by waging her hips and crotch at the young girl. She was a mature woman, and should receive respect from this young girl, yet she was on the floor, slavering over a double ended dildo. It was humiliating, and turning her on so much her pussy throbbed. She ached inside, with a tummy churning in turmoil, needing so badly to be ridden by her mistress. The name she called her, Geraldine, had been hers. It seemed so long ago, so much so it could have been someone else, maybe a past life in a bygone age. Why doesn't mistress mate with me? I'm her bitch and I'm on heat, ready to be taken. Geraldine whined with raw need. That name, it reminds me of what I once was. Why am I like this? I've been corrupted into becoming a lowly, dumb animal. It wasn't always like this. I wasn't always a girls bitch, I was a snooty bitch. I was so unpleasant, and argumentative, that I drove my husband away, into the arms of another woman. Good for him! It left the way open for my mistress to take over the house, and everything else in my life. She owns me like an object, but I don't care. Geraldine remembered the training, being spanked and belittled, being robbed of her dignity. Day after day she had been worn down by this young girl. She had quickly lost the will to fight, on finding her husband wasn't coming back. An added injury was robbing her of her humanity, shaping her into becoming a puppy-girl. She had been a mature married woman, a person holding a respected position in the community. Now she barked to be let out into the back yard to pee. Wearing a doggy suit, she couldn't use her hands, as they were covered in thick pads. The girl had turned her into a pathetic, dependent little pet. It was frightening how quickly she had succumbed to the degrading training. Losing her sense of freedom didn't take long, to be replaced by a deep dependency. It was easy to shrug off all responsibility, leaving her helpless to refuse this young girl anything. Miranda became her mistress, ruling her life more and more, as she sank into the role of slave, becoming just a toy to be played with, then a happy little puppy. Geraldine looked over her shoulder, seeing her mistresses dildo so close to her sex. Mistress was encouraging her to speak, pushing hard, wanting her to talk. All she wanted was to feel her mistress riding her hard. "Please mistress, please fuck your puppy," Geraldine whispered, with tears in her eyes. She was crying for a lost life, as well as an overpowering need. "That's a good little bitch. Good puppy!" Miranda encouraged. She playfully slapped her ass, and nudged her lips with the dildo. She steadied it with one hand, and guided it between the engorged lips. She liked the way pet was so big and swollen when aroused. She eased it in, gaining mumbled encouragement from Geraldine. Miranda had to smile. If all those pompous stuffed shirts at committee meetings could see her now, they would be astonished. The influential woman was on her knees, being fucked by a girl from the wrong side of town. Miranda enjoyed the power over her, feeling high on the heady drug. Geraldine glowed. Every time mistress tells me I am her good puppy, I feel a surge of happiness within me. I glow from knowing my mistress loves me, and wants me. She's looking after me, training me to become what she wants me to be. It makes me so happy, I could cry. When mistress touches me it fills me with desire. I'm so proud when she plays with me, and praises me. It is so comforting letting someone else take responsibility for everything. At times it is beyond exciting, especially romping in bed together. It is so thrilling I feel ecstatic. Geraldine moaned a deep wolf like cry, on feeling the dildo deeply penetrate her. With every stroke it rubbed her clit, exciting her, making her buck her hips. Pushing back on the dildo, feeling her mistresses body's touch, was wonderful. Her mistress was riding her hard, filling her with joy. She heard her mistress moaning, signalling she was about to cum. The last thrust, had them both lost in a deep orgasm. With a twist of their bodies they managed to fall into an embrace. The dildo was eased out as they manoeuvred, wanting to hold each other tight. They rubbed their clits and breasts together, grinding their bodies, as though trying to become one. "I love you mistress," Geraldine whispered. "I love you so very much my lovely pet," Miranda answered, with gentle kisses to her face, receiving loving caresses in return.