Chloe looked adorable swinging her pert butt back and forth to swish her tail as she pranced at the end of her leash. I was unable to prance or shake my booty owing to the humbler that Alexandra clamped onto my balls before she led me out. Andrea scratched behind my ears and patted my butt, telling me, "good boy." Alexandra threw a small stick and called out, "Fetch." I tried to obey, but it's hard scampering after a stick with a humbler yanking at your balls.
Grace had dog biscuits for both of us, and petted us affectionately after we peed.
The best part of the outing was when we sniffed each other's butts and of course when I got to hump various legs. All in all being dogs was fun, at least until the tail plugs were pulled out and put to use for thorough floggings.
Alexandra led me to the bathroom for a shower after the exercise. Andrea joined us and they washed me thoroughly.
"Do you remember my girl Taylor?"
"The pretty little blonde girl at your club?"
"You find her attractive?"
"Very, she reminded me a bit of Chloe."
"Should we fix them up, Ally?"
"That would be perfect."
When Alexandra finished washing me, she administered two enemas.
"We want you to be perfectly clean for your big date, don't we, fucktoy."
"Yes, Miss."
When we drove into the city at sunset, lovely orange light reflected from the skyscrapers. Particularly stunning was the Chrysler Building, as the fascinating details of its art deco design caught the neon quality of the ethereal light.
The planned meeting with Taylor was exciting. She made an impression in the brief moment when she delivered champagne the night I met Andrea. My focus that night had been on the lovely redhead whom Alexandra clearly intended to pair me with, but Taylor made an impression. She projected a charming waifish quality and her husky voice contrasted with her looks.
We met Taylor at Andrea's club which had just opened for the evening. Andrea led us to a banquette in the corner to wait for her. I spotted her behind the bar talking to a brunette woman as they consulted over some paperwork.
"Taylor's been running the place for me while I've been away. We're breaking in a new bartender. She'll be with us soon."
"Have you known her long, Miss?"
"About a year. She wandered in fresh off the bus, looking for a waitress job."
"Now she's running the club when you're away, impressive."
"You'll see."
A young man stopped at our table with a plate of nachos. We dug in to the tasty snack greedily, and soon Taylor joined us.
"Sorry, I had to make sure Jenny was ready to deal with the paperwork. She's all over making drinks, but the checks and inventory lists are new to her."
"Everything else going smoothly?"
"Clockwork, boss."
"Taylor, this is Erik. Ally and I think you two might hit it off."
"Hi Erik, nice to meet you."
"My pleasure, Taylor."
"I have some paperwork to attend to in my office," Andrea said as she got up from the table.
"And Mistress wants me to check on her shop while I'm in town," Alexandra added.
Taylor and I regarded each other for a mildly uncomfortable moment before we both began to speak at the same moment.
"Go ahead," I deferred to her.
"Is the collar a fashion choice or?"
"I'm a collared slave."
"To Alexandra?"
"My Mistress is vacationing with her lover and left Alexandra in charge of me."
She regarded me appraisingly with a subtle nod.
"We're both part of a family."
"Tell me about it."
I spent several minutes telling her about our living arrangements and relationships.
"So, you're bi switch?"
"I guess so. I know I think you're really attractive."
"Back atcha."
"Should we do something about it?"
"It'd be a shame not to, wouldn't it?"
She reached out her hand and I put mine in hers, there was a shock as our skin met. That made us chuckle together.
"My place."
She rose and pulled me by the hand out of the club and into the West Village. We walked a couple of blocks and up the steps into a brownstone, then up two flights of stairs to a typical Manhattan apartment. The walls were adorned with band posters including The Velvet Undergound, Sex Pistols, and Hole.
She indicated a couch where I sat as she walked toward the kitchenette.
"Beer, wine, water, what's your poison?"
"Wine would be great."
She returned from the kitchen with two glasses of red wine that turned out to be a nice mellow merlot.
"You know I'm trans, right?"
"I wasn't sure, but I figured."
