Pet Play Before the Matinee

I was happy when Mistress Jasmine said we were going over to Mistress Joanne’s house. I had always had fun when we went over. Joanne was like my Mistress, but different in ways that are hard to explain. While Mistress Jasmine was always firm and strict with her instructions, Mistress Joanne had a softer tone that felt sweet and welcoming when I would go over.

This time was no exception. We were standing outside her front door waiting for her to answer our knock. I was wearing a French maid outfit, and it was extremely short. She commented on it as soon as she opened the door. She said, Patricia, you look so adorable in that, and I have always loved your legs, and I blushed and curtsied before Mistress yanked on my leash and I walked inside.

Besides the skirt, I was wearing long fishnets and no underwear, and Mistress Joanne was now running her hands up and down my legs and commenting on my body. She always did that as soon as I entered. Mistress Jasmine stood there and watched her friend fondle me. Her hand spread my lips and then she began rubbing my nub, pressing her nose into my neck while she did so.

“I love it when you bring your pet,” she whispered into my skin. It wasn’t directed at me, but her friend. It was as if I wasn’t even there. “I’ve always been fond of blondes and she is one of the prettiest ones I’ve ever seen. And you get to meet Shiela today. I think you will like her. I know I do.”

“You keep on going on about her. I would hope that you would have her here for me to see.”

“Oh, of course. I dressed her up and everything for you.”

I didn’t speak while they were talking. That would have been rude and out of place. But my head started to process what they were saying. Mistress Joanne had a new pet! This was exciting! My owner yanked on my chain and I began to move after her as she walked down the hall and into the sitting room.

I felt my heart skip the moment I laid eyes on her. She was stunning. She was older than me. Taller too. In fact, she was one of the tallest women I had ever encountered in real life, and her body was full of curves that made my cheeks blush when I realized how deeply I was staring into them. Her pale skin looked almost like marshmallow and her red hair was cut incredibly short. She was wearing a very revealing neglige. It barely covered her. Besides that the only other article of clothing was a pair of expensive heels. Mistress Joanne approached her and reached under her chin, bringing it up to her gaze before kissing her lightly on the lips. I felt my lips clench and my knees become weak.

“Oh, she is magnificent,” my Mistress commented. “She is older though. I would guess about ten years older than my pet.”

“What’s funny is that she hasn’t been broken in long either. I can’t imagine what caused her to realize her calling so late in life. Come, Shiela.”

The woman, Shiela, snapped her gaze to where Mistress Joanne was pointing and she scooted over on her hands and knees awkwardly. When her mistress took her seat on a beige loveseat, the pet curled up next to her feet, hugging her knees and laying her head inches from her owner’s leather shoe.

“My, Patricia, are you staring at Joanne’s pet?”

I felt my cheeks flush red. I looked up at my mistress as I addressed her.

“Yes mistress, I was. I’m sorry for staring. It’s rude.”

“Why are you staring at her?”

I felt a lump grow in my throat and fear begin to rise in my chest.

“I apologize again, my mistress. I was having selfish thoughts about my own needs. It’s silly of me.”

I bowed my head down, staring at the carpet as I said the next few words.

“I’m sorry mistress.”

“Oh, Patricia,” Mistress Joanne said. “we didn’t take offense to it. I find it flattering.”

My mistress stayed quiet for a couple more seconds. I couldn’t see what the two women were doing. I kept my gaze to the floor, hoping that I would be forgiven.

“It took a lot of bravery to admit that you were at fault like that,” my mistress said. Her voice was flat and low. “While you were selfish, it was a big girl move to fess up. You could have lied.”

She bent down and whispered into my ear when she started again.

“Let’s see how giving I am today…”

Mistress Jasmine popped up quickly and pointed to Shelia.

“New girl, get over here. Now. Move.”

Shiela looked up at Mistress Joanne first, no doubt wondering if she should be obeying another woman’s command. Her question was answered immediately.

“When Mistress says move, you move,” she told her pet.

She looked like lightning. She was quick and agile, hopping to all fours and crawling as fast as she could towards us. When she got within arm’s length, her hair was grabbed and then my mistress began to spank her, hard. Three slaps, each very hard and alternating from right to left then right again.

“I’m sorry, Mistress!”

Mistress Jasmine didn’t answer. I could hear her breathing, the air escaping and entering at a quicker pace now.

“Lay next to my pet. She wants to cuddle you. You’re her reward.”

“Yes, Mistress Jasmine.”

She crawled over to where I was kneeling and we locked eyes. I felt all the air rush out of my lungs and then she turned, her bareback on display as she laid in front of me. When she was fully on the floor, I looked up at Mistress Jasmine and I almost cried.

“Mistress Jasmine, I don’t deserve this. Thank you so much. I love you, Mistress.”

“Enjoy, my pet.” She reached towards my neck and unclapsed the leash from my collar.

I took my place behind her, wrapping my arm around her as I pressed my breasts against her. Her skin was soft and her scalp smelled of flowers. I let out a sigh as I nestled into her neck. I saw bumps begin to rise on her shoulders and arms, and I smiled into her.

“You are so pretty, Sheila,” I said. I giggled and squeezed her body. “My name is Patty.”

“Hi Patty,” she said. Her voice was small and soft. I was surprised. She pushed her ass into my body and let me sink even closer into her. I felt a bit awkward due to her being much larger, but it also felt amazing. This must be what walking on clouds feels like, I thought, as I sunk down and placed a single kiss on her neck.

“You two are so sweet,” Mistress Joanne said.

I looked up at the two women, watching us, their two pets, as we began to twist into one another on the floor. They both were staring intently, each on the edge of the couch, watching what would happen next.

She pushed harder into me. She liked the kiss, and she was inviting me for more. Her legs spread and instinctively my hand reached between then and lightly brushed her thrice before entering her roughly. She let out a small yip and I used my free hand to grab her by her short hair.

“Don’t talk,” I said. “Not until I say so.”

She went silent as I began to explore her. Her lips and clit were large and now full and swollen. I squeezed it all together lightly between my forefinger and thumb while I felt her shake in my arms. The moment I let her go I was inside of her again, pressing against the roof of her opening before exiting, alternating between the two and then mixing her long clit into the mix. She lay there and just let me. Her breathing and head movement matched what I was doing to her.

“Should I just have fun with you?” I asked her. “Should I put on a show for our Mistresses? Is that what you want? Speak.”

“Yes, have fun with me.”

“Is that what you really want?”

“Yes, I want it. I want you to put on a show for them.”

I leaned down and this time I bit her neck, holding her between my teeth as my tongue thrashed against her neck. My fingers curled inside her and my thumb found her nub and I didn’t fucking stop until I felt her release. Her pale skin was red, and she shook and thrashed.. When I let go of my bite, there was a small mark on her neck where I had latched on.

But I wasn’t done. I felt amazing. She was melting into my touch, moaning and braying loudly with each interaction. I couldn’t stop myself. I was enthralled in her body. I wanted to have my way with her all day. I wanted to finish up with her and then carry her off to bed and lay with her against my chest until the morning where I would wake her up with three fingers inside of her. She drove me insane.

I stood up then, towering over her even though she was bigger than I. I stood with both feet on each side of her head while facing her body. I dropped down and even before I could relax fully she was in me. Her tongue was magical. I sunk down further and reached over to get breasts. I began grabbing them and pinching her nipples softly as she pulled my hips down closer, using two handfuls of my dress, invading me while I looked over at my Mistress. This must be what she felt with me, I thought to myself, and my love of her only grew. She smiled while I rode her. When I came, she let out a large laugh that filled the entire room. Her friend just sat next to her, frozen in observance. When I felt the last of the waves of pleasure rush over me, I went limp against Shiela’s body, her tongue slowly lapping over me while I gathered myself.

“Bravo, little pets,” Mistress Joanne said. “I think that was the perfect start to our little movie night.”

She pointed to the space at her feet and Sheila moved from under me and took her place next to her owner, offering up her neck. Mistress Joanne retrieved a leash from her purse and clasped it onto her collar. I went back over to my Mistress, only a few feet away from her, and did the same, sharing a grin with her before she grabbed the back of my head and kissed me deeply. I sat back and waited for my next instruction while the two of them began watching their film. Every now and then, I would look over at Shiela, and I let out a soft sigh as I replayed what just happened moments before over and over again.

The Reward

Natalie sat in her cage like a good little girl. She was told to sit in there quietly when there were guests around the house. She could hear their murmurs through the hallway, an occasional laugh would break through, but she tried not to pay too much attention to it. When she did, she felt her heart begin to pound and her brow begin to get slick with sweat. She didn’t want her makeup to run. Mr. and Mrs. Clark had told her that she needed to look presentable.

She was almost frozen like that until Mr. Clark came in. He was wearing a white button-down with black slacks. He was smiling and running his hand over his hair while he spoke to her. You could see the excitement in his body if you looked closely. He bounced on the balls of his feet like he was walking on air.

“They are ready for you,” he said. “You look nice. They’ll like that. Come on. Present yourself.”

She nudged forward and leaned towards the bars. As soon as the door was open, his hand clasped the loop that hung from the front of her collar. Once the leash was fastened, he tugged on it once and she began to crawl out, her tits hanging and swaying with each movement her body let out.

Natalie crawled through the hall into the sitting room. That is where the guests were entertained. The Clarks usually reserved their private usage of her to their bedroom, but that wasn’t big enough to accommodate guests. They always seemed to have someone that wanted to see Natalie for herself. She was stunning. She stood around 5’2, and she didn’t weigh a single pound over 120. Her body was shaped with large breasts and hips, and strawberry blonde hair had a way of always falling over one of her eyes, giving her a look of mystery.

Yes, she was really a sight to look at. But Mr. Clark would always add that she looked REALLY good when she was on all fours.

“She has a way of drawing you in like that,” he would tell his friends or acquaintances. “You couldn’t resist if you tried. She looks like she is going to suck the soul out of you.”

But she didn’t look like that right then. When she went around the corner, and saw all of them standing there, drinks in hand and laughing, she thought it was strange. She expected them to be naked, in the very least. But it was as if it was perfectly normal, as if her naked frame and her collared neck belonged there with them.

“Here she is, guys,” Mr. Clark said. He half sung it, so that it rung out distinctly over the chatter in the room. They all stopped what they were doing and took a look. An excited cheer rose up from them.

Natalie could finally get a look at all of them. They began to circle towards her, They all were really handsome. and they all looked like they were in really good shape as well. The Clarks had been very forthcoming when talking about this night earlier in the week. Mrs. Clark made sure that Natalie knew that she had personally picked out the clientele for this event herself. It was something she felt was like a reward. She knew what needs a woman like Natalie had to meet. After seeing the group that she had selected, Natalie agreed. This was something right up her alley.

“Hi boys!” she said. Her high pitched voice stuck out in the room too. Especially when they answered back with their hellos. It was obvious now the dynamics of what was going to transpire very shortly. Natalie let out a small giggle as Mr. Clark unhooked her collar and leaned over one more time to speak into her ear.

“Have fun, girly,” he said.

Then he walked away, joining his wife’s side to watch what was next.

Gary, a tall blonde with tattoos covering his arms was the first to approach. His cock bounced with each step towards her, and he simply nestled it against her right tit for a couple of seconds before slapping it down repeatedly. Soon, Thomas joined in. Thomas used to play on a practice squad for an NFL team. He didn’t disclose it with the Clarks, but he told one of the guys before Natalie’s arrival that it was a New York one, and that he would have made the full roster had he not blown his knee out. He looked like he wasn’t joking either. His dark, muscular frame looked amazing against Natalie’s pale skin. He didn’t hesitate to place his cock directly into her mouth, shuddering when her tongue began to slowly stroke against his shaft. She was skilled. He didn’t expect her to be so willing and able. People always think that Natalie would become a bit timid once shown what she was getting into, but that was never the case. She was always willing and able to please.

That is when the other men decided it was time to join in. There was ten in all. They varied in size and shape. Some of them had a bit of a spare tire. Ones had completely shaved genitals while others had little patches of hair at their base. They all were hard. They lined up in a semi-circle around her tiny tiny body, their cocks surrounding her, almost like the center of a clock.

She didn’t hesitate with them either. She went right down the line. The next cock after Thomas went in and she was able to deep throat it. Her chin pressed against the soft skin of his scrotum, and he let out a gasp of wonder, pondering how she was able to get him down her little throat so easily. The next one got the same treatment. This one felt her slide him down her gullet and when her button nose came in contact with his abdomen, he started to thrust his hips forward, fucking her open mouth while she hung it open for him. Before she knew it, the next one was grabbing her face and performing the same action. She no longer needed to put in the extra effort, just let her mouth hang open and allow the party to have their fun at their own will.

Soon, Gary couldn’t wait any more for his turn, so he knelt behind her and began pushing her shoulders until she finally lowered down to all fours. That is when he entered her. He was so excited that he could barely get his hands to stop shaking, but once he felt his head enter her, he felt a calmness flood over his skin. He didn’t even bother starting slow. Not with a slut like Natalie. She was built for this kind of shit. That is what he kept repeating in his head while he felt his balls slapping her clit. He heard her sexy little moans escaping through her throat, even while the man in front of her bucked inside of her mouth as hard as Gary was fucking her pussy. The one in the mouth doesn’t last long. He holds the back of her head tight against his body, trapping her as he unloads the contents of his balls, keeping his head pressed against the lining of her throat while he comes.

Gary sees this and he can’t hold back. He comes inside of her pussy right then. He freezes about half way through, letting her lips and walls massage him momentarily before fucking hard again, feeling the last bit exit his cock before passing her off to another one to use.

This goes on for a bit longer. They keep lining up and fucking her until it is time to unload a nice fat load onto or inside of her body. Most choose the warm confines of her snatch to empty their seed. How could they resist? Natalie would smile so big when they were inside of her. Like she was at an amusement. But instead of smiling at the thrill of a roller coaster, she was grinning until they felt that tingle run through their bodies before their toes would begin to curl. You can’t say one could really blame them for wanting to come in that predicament.

The last one was Thomas, the football player. The last two before him had decided that Natalie belonged on her knees, begging for their loads while they each pumped their rods above her smiling face. They come simultaniously, their ropes hitting along her cheeks until they cross along the bridge of her nose. That is when Thomas walks up and shoots a rope of his own that hits her directly on the chin and then dangles down between her cleavage. The second and third hit her on the cheek and then her closed right eye respectively. Thomas ran a hand gently through her hair, careful not to get any spunk on his hand, and gives her a smile before walking away.

Once the last man has came, Mr. Clark came back over and clasps her collar to his leash again. Mrs. Clark came up from behind him and dipped down, kissing Natalie on her cum soaked lips, licking them in the process, before letting Mr. Clark take Natalie away.

“Good girl,” she said.

Then, it is the crawl back down the hall and into the cage again. Mr. Clark doesn’t bother cleaning off his pet. Why should he? He knows she enjoys basking in the filth of the evening, and he figures that he can always have her wash herself before bed. As he closes the door, he smiles down on her from the other side of the bars.

“I’m so proud of you tonight, Kitten. Would you like to do this again next weekend? Maybe with fifteen next time?”

Natalie grins, small drops of cum running down her cheeks. “Yes Master, I would love that!”

He doesn’t say anything as he exits the room. Once he is gone, Natalie sits quietly and awaits for him to return, making sure to be a good girl, and always be ready for what Mr. and Mrs. Clark have in store.