On the landing she turned left to number four and rang the bell. 'Sit!' she ordered. I'd met Mr Fletcher at the block Olympics party the year before. He looked at me, looked at Ven and smiled.
'What have you got there?'
'It's my dog. He's been bad. Have you any experience training one of these?'
He was speechless for a moment, then asked us in.
He and Ven sat in his living room as I knelt by her knee, careful not to catch the plug on the floor or any furniture.
He was in his dressing gown and slippers.
'Does he bite?'
'He'll be whipped if he does!' She handed him the lead. He pulled me over, removed the gag and looked into my face. He was smiling. I knew what was to come. The gown opened and he stroked his big hairy cock a few strokes, then pulled my head over it.
With one hand he pulled my face up and down his shaft, with the other he teased me with the plug.
He came close to ejaculation, but then pulled my face away. I thought he would spray it in my face, but instead he got up and lead me by my leash into his bedroom. Ven followed.
It was dark in there. He picked me up and put me on what felt like a vaulting horse.
'Do you mind if I turn on the light?' said Ven.