1
Mistress Anne and her pet Autumn had been at the party for an hour. Anne was wearing a leather bustier that served to exaggerate the already impressive smallness of her waist and large, attentiveness of her breasts. She was wearing a very short cotton skirt that did nothing to hide her long, flaccid cock. There was no reason for her to hide it; she had enough self-control to keep it in its current state, and she wanted the subs to be ever-aware of what they were being denied.
Autumn was naked, as a pet should be, and as all the pets at the party were, apart from the collar around her neck and the device on her penis. She had hoped to be unlocked for the party, but Mistress Anne reminded her that the unlocking date was still a few days away. Mistress even showed her the note, written by Autumn's own hand, with the date exuberantly underlined and circled. It seemed like the date was always a few days away and had been for... weeks? months? Every time she tried to think, about that or anything else, the thoughts quickly collapsed into the sweetness of pleasures remembered and anticipated and the bitterness of her current state. She was not made for thinking; Mistress had shown her that.
Mistress Anne was bored. This was, after all, a night for the pets. They were degraded, exhibited, and shared. They got to be led around on leashes and made to fuck themselves until they came with frenzied screams or pathetic, dribbling whimpers. They got to taste new and exciting cocks, pussies, and assholes. Then, if they were good, they were given the chance to play with each other, which was always an amusing display of futility.
She had scanned the crowd. It was, as always, a mixture a familiar faces and new ones. She had taken a few minutes to catch up with those she knew as Autumn kneeled silently at her side. She had briefly greeted the first-timers. Some were quite clearly skilled and experienced, only new to that specific party. Others were quite clearly new to training entirely. Their pets were, for all their enthusiasm, ill-behaved, and their own bearing cautious and uncertain.
There was one new face Mistress Anne had not greeted. The woman was hard to place: she was probably an unaccompanied domme, but there was a real chance that she was a sub who had been left to watch the festivities alone. Every attempt that Mistress Anne made to read her failed: neither her clothes, her posture, nor anything else told Anne anything about her. Mistress Anne had long prided herself in being a able to smell the desire to submit or the will to dominate at a thousand yards, and that woman gave her nothing.
Finally, Anne decided to greet the mysterious stranger.
2
When Mistress Anne walked away from the conversation, she could remember almost nothing from it. The woman's name was Kait (spelled with an "I", which was important), she had enjoyed their chat, and that they had agreed to meet for dinner the following evening. Anne later discovered a card that she had apparently slipped into her own top with a reminder as to the time and place they had chosen.
Anne and Kait's dinner date was pleasant. Since they were in public and there were no pets in attendance, they were in their normie-wear. However, Mistress Kait had gotten them a very private table, so they were able to openly discuss the intricacies of training. It was rare for Mistress Anne to meet someone as knowledgeable as herself, so time spent with someone she regarded as her peer was always appreciated.
Mistress Kait also had an amazing voice. It wasn't melodious, it was actually quite monotone. But between her cadence and the way she modulated her volume, her voice was extremely musical. Between the sound of Mistress Cait's voice and the wisdom of her words, Anne found herself doing far more nodding than speaking.
Many times, Mistress Cait had to remind Anne that they had just been speaking about something that Mistress Anne asked about. Kait laughed this off with a warm, cruelty-free chuckle, and even Anne had giggled at her strange, sudden forgetfulness.
The evening ended without incident, with Anne agreeing to visit Kait the following weekend.
3
It was the first time Mistress Anne met Mistress Kait's pets. There were two of them, one small and thin, the other tall and curvy. The tall and curvy one was locked in chastity, the other was free and sported a small, pathetic erection.
Anne and Kait spoke for what seemed like a very long time, with Kait's two pets kneeling silently, one on each side of their Mistress. When she placed a hand upon them, they would lean into her caress and mew softly. When she reached for her crop, they would silently position themselves to receive her benediction.
When it was nearly time for Anne to leave, Kait asked if she would like to take part in their little game. When Anne conditionally agreed, Kait positioned the larger pet in front of Mistress Anne and the smaller pet behind the larger.
"Here's the game: this is Beth (she slapped the larger pet's ass); you will fuck her face. Thus is Emma (she slapped the smaller woman's ass), she will fuck Beth's ass. If you cum first, Beth wins. If Beth cums first, Emma wins. And if Emma cums first, no one wins. You are, of course, exempt from the rewards and punishments, so enjoy it as a deserved treat."
Anne quickly realized that Beth had an absurdly well-trained mouth. It would have been easy for Anne to cum in under a minute if she allowed herself. But she knew that it was poor form to give one's own pets an easy victory, even when it was well earned, and it was even worse to do so with someone else's.
Mistress Anne could tell that Emma's cock was driving Beth towards the most explosive orgasm her chastity device would allow. This drove Beth to work even harder to please Mistress Anne's cock, and the effect was euphoric. Emma, meanwhile, was only showing the earliest signs of having to restrain herself.
The game went on for several more excruciating, exhilarating minutes until Beth growled loudly, stiffened, and dribbled a few sad teaspoons of cum out of her chastity device. Kait announced that the game was over, inviting Anne and Emma to fill Beth up from each end.
"Don't worry about Beth", Kait said with a smile as Mistress Anne was leaving, "she will enjoy her punishment almost as much as she would have enjoyed her reward."
