PART TWO
Andy found his wallet and paid his new Mistress her fee.
"Thank you, Andy pet!" she said brightly as she tucked his hard earned notes into a pocket of her leather suit. Now she produced a black plastic rubbish bag. "Now you'll strip off completely, please," she ordered, "and you'll put all your things into this bag. And then I shall prepare you for your venture more deeply into our establishment!"
"Yes, Miss!"
Andy stripped off completely and stood before his Mistress with his erection upstanding. She studied him.
"No, Andy pet, you won't stand casually as if you're waiting for a bus!" she corrected him. "Instead you'll stand with your feet at shoulder's width, with your hands clasped neatly behind your back, and with your pelvis tilted upwards, thus with your big hard cock and dangling balls lifted to me so that I can see what you're presenting to me and I can decide what to do with you!"
"Yes, Miss!" Andy whimpered as he adjusted his posture accordingly.
She studied him again.
"Yes, that's better! Hmm!" she mused, "That's a very rigid cock on you, isn't it? And a lovely big dangling ball sack too! Hmm! Yes! I shall present you initially as my obedient stud puppy! I'll fit you up in a canine harness and then lead you in as my big-dicked, big-balled, big-bottomed pup! With your complete genitalia on display behind you and the needle-like tip of my finest walking whip at your behind! Now, you will climb onto this bench seat, please, where it will be easy for me to work on you, and you will open your thighs and lift your neck and underside to me, and I shall fit you up!"
"Yes, Miss!"
Andy wasn't completely sure what his Mistress was talking about but he was pleased for her to propose and administer her special ideas. He knelt on the bench seat on his hands and knees, opened his thighs as wide as the depth of the seat would allow, dipped his back, and lifted his head, neck and underside as instructed. He did indeed feel like an alertly postured dog, lifting both its underside and head as if it were on show. From her waist belt Mistress Giselle produced a curious pair of buckled leather dog collars with a fine leather adjustment strap which ran between them.
She showed the collection of well worn leather straps and buckles to him.
"Now, Andy pet, this is your canine harness!" she began. "You can see that it comprises these two buckled leather dog's collars and this slender buckled adjustment strap which runs between them! This big collar fits about your neck - like so!" - and she fixed the larger collar about Andy's throat - "and the smaller collar buckles tightly in the constrained neck of your scrotum, thus between your balls and the underside of your root - like so!" - and she fixed the second smaller collar firmly in the compressed neck of Andy's scrotum.
"Now your two balls protrude behind you as a single plump ball!" she informed her becoming pet. She stroked and squeezed the plump fleshy ball between her finger and thumb. The captured testes had nowhere to go. They pressed uncomfortably against each other as a visceral pain rippled through Andy's groin.
"Ooh! Miss!" Andy grunted. "My poor nuts, Miss!"
"Yes, your poor nuts indeed!" came the confirmation. "And do you like the feel of it, pet?" she asked, "With me in charge of your balls like this, pet?"
