I pulled into the driveway of the house of my mistress. There were several other cars parked there as well, filling the wide driveway. I paused, double checking I had the right address. Until this point we had only ever communicated through text and phone calls. It took several months before she finally invited me over for the night. I had no idea what to expect.
I stepped out of the car, leaving my overnight bags behind as commanded. I walked up the first few steps to the door and knocked, shuffling my feet around. My heart pounded nervously. I heard a commotion from the inside, and a young man opened the door.
"Puppy?" he asked. I nodded. He stepped back and gestured for me to come in. I had seen this man before in pictures. I knew he was another of Mistress's slaves, though I couldn't remember his name. He was wearing a leather collar but otherwise casual clothes.
I removed my shoes and he led me through the entryway into the living room. It was lavishly decorated with elegant paintings lining the wall. The far wall was floor to ceiling windows, lighting the room with a natural glow. In front of the windows was a black leather couch and there sat the woman I knew as my Mistress. She smiled and stood as we entered.
"Ah, good. You're here. I'm glad I finally get to meet you." She walked over to me, placing her hand on my cheek. "You're even cuter in person." I looked up into her eyes, blushing. She was tall with long black hair and piercing blue eyes highlighted by black eyeliner. Though her clothing was casual, she exuded confidence and power. Her nails lightly raked across my face as she caressed me. I melted into her hand, heart beating very fast.
"Are you ready?" she asked softly.
"Yes Mistress," I murmured, gently nodding. I had waited months for this moment. Spent many nights in bed fantasizing about her touch.
"Good Puppy. Get undressed and on your knees." I did as she said, ignoring the fact that I was in perfect view of anyone watching through the windows. I slipped out of my clothes, placing them in a neat pile next to me. I felt exposed and insignificant next to her. Obediently I kneeled at her feet, hands on the ground in front of me.
From a table next to us, she picked up a red and black leather collar, similar to the one the door man was wearing. She buckled it around my neck, making it tight enough to feel it pressing against my skin. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat as she secured it in place.
"Whenever you are with me, this collar will be on. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good." She then clipped a chain leash onto the metal loop of my collar. "Come."
I made to stand but she stopped me. "Ah. No. On your hands and knees. Puppies have to walk on all fours." I blushed and got back on my hands and knees, whimpering slightly. I didn't want to make a mistake. I wanted to be her perfect pet but I was so new at this. I didn't know what she was expecting of me.
She turned and walked me through the house, showing me the rooms and introducing me to some of her other slaves. They all politely said hello, each one wearing a collar similar to mine. None of them even blinked at the fact that I was crawling around naked and leashed. I however was blushing deeply, feeling their eyes dart over my exposed skin. I wondered what they were thinking of me. If they enjoyed what they saw or not, and if we would ever be playing together.
Mistress led me through the house and into her dungeon. She had me crawl up onto a low table covered with a thin layer of leather cushion. I stayed on my hands and knees, my back arched downward. I watched as she circled me, inspecting me from every angle. Her face remained expressionless as she scrutinized every detail. She ran her hands over my body, feeling along my curves. Her touch was soft but firm, as if she was inspecting livestock. My heart pounded. I could feel my face heating up.
"You are a cute one, I will say that. Never had a pet with a pussy before. I have so many things I want to try with you." She ran her nails down my back slowly. I whimpered, trembling involuntarily.
She positioned herself behind me, laying both hands on my ass. She spread my cheeks, inspecting my most intimate parts. I closed my eyes, feeling deeply embarrassed. I didn't like people just staring at me. Yet she was my Mistress and she could do what she liked.
"You're dripping wet. Do you know that?" She suddenly runs her fingers over my pussy lips. I quiver with surprise, a whimper escaping me again. I hadn't noticed how wet I had gotten. She laughs softly.
Mistress walks around to my front again, facing me. With one hand she gently grabs my chin so I'm looking up at her. "Here. Taste how excited you are." She slides the finger she had touched me with into my mouth, still holding my chin with her other hand. I suckle obediently at her finger, tasting myself on her. She smirks down at me.
"Good boy. So responsive and obedient." I smile at her, a little dazed as she steps away. "Now I want you to remain still. Can you do that for me?"
"Mhm," I nodded dreamily. My whole body felt warm. I closed my eyes, sinking into the soft cloud that was slowly enveloping my brain.
