Mistress And Pet Pt 02

Once Mistress had finished with him, Pet was taken to the kennel where the other slave dogs were kept. He was given bowls of food and water and harnessed so that his hands were padlocked to his ankles, preventing him from rising, despite the kennel walls being short enough to step over. He laid down on the hard floor, unable to stretch out despite the ample room to do so due to his constraints but exhausted from his training session with Mistress. After a rest he drank some water and ate some food, still in shock as to his current status as slave dog, betrayed by what he thought was a friend. He wondered if he would ever earn his freedom, and what exactly that entailed.

The next morning Pet was collared and leashed by a pony slave girl and led out of his kennel early in the morning. He was still padlocked into a hands and knees position, forcing him to crawl along behind the pony slave. She led him to a bathing room where he was permitted to relieve himself awkwardly before leading him into the shower. He was immediately inundated with steaming hot water that somehow felt delicious on his sore muscles while also burning his skin. He remained on his hands and knees while the pony slave girl washed him as the water sluiced over his body. She paid generous attention to his cock and nearly virgin ass, slipping a soapy finger inside the latter to ensure Mistress would be pleased with her work.

After he was toweled dry, Pet was led back to his kennel where he was blindfolded, after being permitted a quick drink and bite to eat. The pony slave removed his collar and leash before exiting the pen. He remained like this for what seemed like eternity, wondering when he would see Mistress again, and how she could possibly amplify his training, as promised. He was unaware of the existence of predicaments like his, it was more twisted than even a letter to Penthouse. When his knees became sore, he laid down on his side and drifted off to sleep, hoping to wake up from this nightmare when he awoke. No sooner had his eyes closed behind the blindfold did he hear a familiar voice, commanding that he rise to "standing" for a slave dog.

Pet jumped to attention, relieved that the waiting was over, but also with a knot in his stomach, wondering what was to come. Mistress collared and leashed Pet before forcing him to climb over the entrance to his kennel and into freedom. Pet didn't even consider trying to make a run for it...he was clumsy on his hands and knees from lack of practice at moving that way, not to mention he was padlocked into that position. At least crawling he wasn't worried about running into anything while blindfolded, for that he was grateful, but only that.

Mistress led Pet to a closed door, which she opened and ushered him through. She left him there, by the door. He could hear her moving about the room they had entered, but he had no idea what she was doing, or what torture awaited him. Suddenly Mistress appeared by his side, leading him by the leash to what felt like a matted area of floor. There they stopped; Pet was grateful for the mats because his knees were screaming for relief after being forced to crawl everywhere for two days. He supposed they would toughen up, eventually, if this really was to be his life.

Pet began to wish he had taken another drink before leaving the kennel. He was very thirsty, after all, he was very nervous, and was afraid to ask for a drink because he didn't want to risk the wrath of Mistress early in the training session. He licked his dry lips nervously, debating whether to ask the question after all when mistress beat him to it. "Are you thirsty Pet?" She asked. Nervously, he nodded, assuming she would offer him a drink. He was surprised but delighted when Mistress responded by removing his blindfold, only after placing a spreader bar (set at a difficult to maintain setting) between his ankles and securing them to the piece of metal, preventing him from moving forward at anything but a glacial pace. He was relieved, when his hand restraints were loosened, though not removed entirely.

This isn't so bad, he thought, as the feeling returned to his hands following the constant pressure of pulling his knees along while he crawled. He subtly shook out one hand, then the other, looking around before settling his gaze on Mistress. The room was bare, other than a cloth covered cube in the middle of the matted area and an unsettling table covered with a sheet; but appearing lumpy beneath said sheet. Mistress was sitting on the cube, wearing a one-piece sheer black teddy, trimmed in spotted fur. Elbow length fur trimmed gloves completed the outfit, and Pet couldn't help but feel his cock tighten just seeing her.

Mistress spoke again, "come here if you're thirsty", while tugging on the leash attached to his collar. Pet immediately began crawling toward Mistress, only to realize as he reached her that he didn't see anything else in the room and immediately regretting his eagerness but realizing it was too late now. As he approached, Mistress spread her legs and pointed to her cunt, unclipping the crotch of the teddy as she did so. "Here you go Pet, lap away". Pet realized immediately that his goal was to please Mistress, despite his thirst, and that's what he would do.

Steeling himself, Pet came mouth level with Mistress's pussy, realizing this would be easy, for he was an oral sex expert. He knew he would have Mistress coming in no time, impressed by his prowess and begging him to stay on as a consultant. He settled into the work of lapping at the wet cunt, licking up the slit, only to find her sopping. He realized she was serious and that this may be his only chance of getting something liquid on his tongue any time soon. He redoubled his efforts, moving from licking Mistress's slit to lapping at her clit, teasing the sensitive nub out of its hood and into range of his tongue. He gently seized upon it, applying pressure with his lips over his teeth, gently sucking the clit and releasing it just as quickly. Mistress began to writhe soon after this treatment.

Increasing his ministrations, Pet swirled his tongue around Mistress's swollen clit. Pushing hard against it while circling at the same time. She began to shudder, and he switched to gently but vigorously sucking her clit. Biting softly every now and then as her legs began to twitch, Pet took a breath before returning to his work. With his loosened restraints, Pet was able to crouch at Mistress's feet and reach her cunt with one hand. He inserted one finger and began pumping her pussy with it while continuing to lave her clit with his tongue and lips. He withdrew the digit, to a moan from Mistress, only to push two fingers back into her sopping hole, pumping them deeply into her, keeping time with his mouth.

Pet knew it wouldn't take long with his skilled tongue and penetrating fingers before Mistress came apart, and he was ready for the accolades, wondering if he'd even given her one of the fastest orgasms ever. Like clockwork, she suddenly stiffened under his mouth, her inner walls clutching his fingers, sucking them deeper and deeper as spasms quaked over her body. When paused to congratulate himself Pet felt strips of leather come crashing onto his back, once, twice, three, four times. "Who told you to stop????" Mistress gasped. She lashed him again and his cock jumped to attention despite the pain and the cries she tore from his body in the process. "Now...again". Pet was stunned. She wasn't satisfied? He'd done some grade A clit licking and sucking, his specialty. Fuming he began attacking Mistress's pussy with his mouth. Licking and sucking and gently biting while she rained down blows on his body with the flogger. She seemed not to care where they landed or the impact each lash had on his efforts.

"This time don't stop until you're told, do you understand?" Mistress demanded, not missing a lash with the flogger as she spoke. Pet nodded, continuing to bathe his chin in pussy juice, while he worked on Mistress's clit and slippery snatch. Her legs started to twitch again, and he began congratulating himself. After all, if there's one thing that can't be ignored, is this kind of proof. As Mistress expressed her pleasure vocally, the flogging ceased. She tightened and strained, coming apart under Pet's mouth. He realized she hadn't expressed an interest in his stopping and that she intended for him to continue eating her through the current orgasm. As if reading his mind Mistress begin raining half hearted blows on Pet with the flogger again until the orgasm subsided. Then the blows began to increase in intensity again as Mistress recovered. Pet continued his work on Mistress's pussy, wondering when she would signal him to stop, surely the pleasure and sensitivity must be nearly overwhelming by now.

Quickly Pet realized that Mistress must be expecting him to give her a second orgasm. Jesus, how long would that take? He'd never given anyone a second orgasm before, women just didn't like sex that much. "Ok, dive in, she asked for it," thought Pet as he increased his efforts on the bucking slit of Mistress. She let out a loud guttural moan as she began to come, barely managing to keep her place on the cube, he grabbed her clit and began to hum, a signature move that he knew drove the ladies wild. Mistress was no exception, her quivering slit really began bucking then as he struggled to keep his mouth aligned with her shuddering pussy. To his shock she continued to orgasm, showing no signs of slowing the rolling motion of her hips as she gasped and panted. He quickly inserted two fingers into her wet cunt and Mistress gasped out loud at the intrusion.

Pet continued servicing Mistress's cunt; amazed how orgasm after orgasm tore through her, each seeming stronger than the last. Finally, she grabbed his head as he continued his attack on her clit, moving his mouth over her quivering hole like a crazed animal as she came again, this time a long, low keening sound leaving her lips as her entire body tensed greatly. Pet was taken aback, Mistress had at least six back to back orgasms and seemed to be in the midst of the longest orgasm a woman had experienced in his presence. Pet was sure he'd receive accolades then, but instead a slave pony girl entered his field of view and led him away, to a sink he hadn't noticed, where she cleaned up his mouth and face from Mistress's pussy juices. He greedily slurped water out of the sink as she washed him, grateful for the opportunity to quench his thirst with something other than pussy juices.

Then the slave pony girl tugged his leash and he turned back toward the cube, realizing Mistress was gone. In her place a set of restraints rested atop the cube. Curious, Pet approached the cube, following the slave pony girl as she directed him to rest his thighs and cock against the side of the cube while he laid over the top. She quickly restrained him into that position and took her leave before Mistress would return. Pet waited anxiously, shifting his hips gently against the cube, feeling the fabric with his cock as it began to harden from the friction. Then the door opened, and Mistress entered. She was holding a small bottle in her gloved hands, carrying it carefully, as if it was precious. Pet couldn't see what it was, but realized she set it on the now uncovered table. Immediately he saw the table was littered with sex toys and bondage equipment. His cock began to deflate at the sight, it was an extensive collection including restraints, vibrators, whipping instruments, and the things that made Pet's throat as dry as the Sahara, buttplugs of varying sizes.

He swallowed nervously, hard with no saliva to wet his mouth, and looked at mistress. She walked over to the table, picking and choosing from the implements while the slave pony girl returned and quickly blindfolded Pet. Pet lay strapped to the cube in anticipation. He presumed whacks or blows would come, but he didn't know which to expect, or where. Waiting was torture. Suddenly he was struck with a thin, suede, but edgy narrow paddle. Mistress alternated smacking Pet with the flat side, hard enough to make a satisfying whack but not hard enough to do more than sting and dragging the rough edges over his buttocks and down his thighs, paying close attention to his tight ball sack. He jumped while she traced each ball and ran the paddle up his crevice and over his tight, puckered hole. This immediately resulted in several hard smacks with the paddle. He jumped again but this time the paddle struck him hard, raining blows over his sensitive skin, turning it bright red.

Pet felt his cock stirring again as the spanking served more to turn him on than to make him think he was being punished. His buttocks were on fire, but he wanted more. Mistress then turned to the flogger, dragging it over the skin reddened by the paddle, caressing tender flesh with soft, leather strips before assertively bringing it down suddenly on that same abused skin. This made Pet jump from surprise and pain, encouraging his cock to spring to life the rest of the way while he rocked it against the cube. Pet was lost in his own pleasure, his skin sparking to life as it was awakened by Mistress's blows and then of course the feel of the cube against his hardening cock. He continued gyrating, lost in sensation, until suddenly the blindfold was removed, and he realized Mistress was standing in front of him, no longer behind him.

Guiltily Pet stopped his motions, hoping Mistress was so engrossed in her ministrations to his back, buttocks, and thighs that she failed to catch his attempts at self-pleasure. He could tell by her face she wasn't happy. "Pet, Pet, Pet. I thought you would have learned by now; your cock and your pleasure belong to me. You must always have permission to use your cock for anything, including self-masturbation." Mistress stared at him sternly, peeling off her elbow length, fur-trimmed red gloves and replacing them with rubber gloves, not unlike a doctor's. Pet gulped nervously as he realized the bottle Mistress brought was lube. He recognized the bottle because it was infused with something that caused anything it touched to burn with desire and sensation. He'd tried it with a previous lover, but it burned like hell and he quickly threw the bottle away. He was not excited to see Mistress with a similar bottle and worried for the safety of his cock.

Pet tensed, watching Mistress as she spread the lube on a gloved finger in front of him. "I see you recognize what I have here Pet. As you seem to already know, it's a little overpowered for over the counter use, but I am no over the counter user. I'll make you a deal, I promise not to use this gel on your cock if you promise to do exactly what I tell you to, the first time. Do we have an agreement?" Mistress asked of her slave dog. Pet nodded vigorously. He was in a precarious enough position as it was without adding fire lube to the situation. As Pet watched, Mistress squeezed another generous helping of lube onto her gloved index finger.

"Rub your cock against the cube. I want you to get it hard." Mistress moved behind him then, running a hand over his still-reddened flesh, soothing the skin with her cool touch. As she caressed him gently, he began to move against the cube again. Unsure as to why Mistress was allowing him such a privilege but assuming it was so he would be able to fuck her with an adequately hard cock, he quickly hardened again. Mistress completed a circle around Pet, before smiling wickedly and moving behind him once more.

Pet wondered at the smile but was so lost in pleasure and the idea of an impending orgasm with the accompanying excitement of fucking Mistress. He thought Mistress probably enjoyed watching him make a fool of himself, rubbing against the cube to relieve the desire stirring in his once-again rock-hard cock. Suddenly he felt something cool dance around his nearly virgin asshole and realized it was Mistress with her gloved hand and fire lube. He quickly tried to squirm away, driving his cock into the side of the cube as he realized he was completely restrained. He stilled and stopped breathing, anticipating the burn of the lube as it was spread around his tiny pucker. He relaxed a little as the sensation began and the presence disappeared. But then it was back, with more lube and intense pressure as a finger began pressing against Pet's pucker, insistently, and commandingly. And like the traitor he realized was his body, it began to open to the finger until it sank knuckle deep into his unsuspecting ass.

All breath had left him as he tensed, hoping to escape the penetration through lack of response and causing Mistress to lose interest. "You know Pet, you should be more appreciative of the work I do for you to ensure you're ready to perform as a properly trained slave dog. I want you to thrust your cock against the cube until I tell you to stop. No matter what happens, this is a test, and a very important one at that." Mistress patted his hip reassuringly while holding the index finger of the other hand in his asshole up to the knuckle. Pet was confused, the sensation radiating from his ass was painful but also pleasurable. He also didn't see how he could thrust against the cube safely with a finger in his ass.

At that moment Mistress leaned forward and breathed into his ear "remember our deal". As the fire spread from the ring of his asshole throughout the sensitive area inside the puckered opening where it had travelled on Mistress's finger before settling in his dark cavity Pet realized quickly that he couldn't handle that lube on his cock so he began cautiously thrusting. As he feared, each thrust only echoed back to the finger in his ass, driving it deeper every time. He moaned as he thrust, unable to keep the intruding finger from making its way deeper into his inner passage. Finally, he felt the finger bottom out and breathed a sigh of relief. Really a finger isn't that bad. He'd had worse with the butt plug Mistress used for training just yesterday, the first time anything had crossed the cherry threshold of his puckered anal ring.

Pet paused a minute to adjust to the intrusion before resuming his thrusting against the cube. He heard Mistress behind him say in a soothing voice "you didn't think that was it, did you Pet?" and she laughed, before quickly withdrawing her gloved finger and replacing it with a second lubed up finger. She assuredly pushed both into his asshole, watching them disappear as Pet began to gasp and have trouble with his regularly timed thrusts into the cube. "Oh Pet, I bet you miss that little anal plug from yesterday. Especially since I'm going to fuck you with three fingers in the ass."

Eyes wide, Pet began to struggle against his restraints, trying to get away from Mistress instinctively, as she began to insert three gloved fingers into his rectum. As the hole stretched to accommodate the girth of her fingers he cried out and a slave pony girl was quick to enter with a ball gag and fitted it to his mouth while Mistress stilled her ministrations to allow the gagging to occur. She leaned forward and whispered again "don't forget our deal". Pet closed his eyes a moment before half heartedly trying to fuck his limp dick against the cube, hoping to receive credit for following orders. Suddenly fire burst out on his right buttock as Mistress smacked him with the paddle, he jumped in response, somehow forcing the fingers past the first knuckle and deeper into his ass in a sudden surge.

Mistress began pumping the three fingers into Pet's asshole, firmly stretching it while ignoring his attempts to lessen the depth they found in his darkest passage. As she pumped his ass and smacked him with the paddle Pet began trying to twist and turn to avoid further punishment. At that moment Mistress reached her hand between him and the cube, grasping his offended cock with her free hand. "Aww, don't you like this Pet?" Straightening she removed her fingers from Pet's cock and his ass, leaving him heaving in relief that it was over, and he had survived. Suddenly he heard the squirt of a bottle and realized that Mistress was reaching a liquid covered hand toward his cock. Grunting, Pet tried one and only real attempt to escape, throwing himself against his restraints