He awoke with a dry mouth, sensing something was different here in his private cell. The air was naturally humid which he didn't mind and the only light came from a low wattage bulb near the wooden stairway. On the queen sized mattress, sans sheets, he rolled over onto his side, the soreness from the previous night apparent but fulfilling.
Like scattered clips from a cut up film, he began to fill in some of the pieces. Mistress had flogged him to the delight of the small crowd. Touching the wide leather collar, She had led Her pet into the main hall on a leash. Bent over the huge wooden table, several huge cocks had abused his tender backside. They adored his tight hole and he had serviced others with his pliable mouth. Stretched upon the floor, Mistress had provided the best present, allowing the slave to drink Her precious piss.
Stretching his limbs, he stared through the metal bars at the tiny red blinking light atop the security camera. He groaned painfully, as if they were watching, for their delight. And then he noticed her. Not five feet away near the edge of the cushioned bedding; she lay naked, curled up in a fetal position.
His numb mind raced, was this a trick? How did she get in here? He stared and moved closer. Her ass was brilliant white and had black and blue marks. No. Those weren't marks, it was a magnificent tattoo! He moved closer to the slumbering girl.
Inches away, he gawked at the fancy lettering. The tails of the first letters, S & M, were cleverly extended to appear as the ends of a whip. Their spidery ends struck her tender flesh, leaving a perfect blushing mark. Spank me. Oh God yes. That's what she requires…and more.
His balls rolled lustfully. He could think of nothing else but licking her tattoo, leaving a wet streak across the intimate signature. His cock began to stiffen and he looked up sheepishly at the camera. Is this what they want? Quickly, he shuddered, thinking back to a movie scene from The Planet of the Apes. Although the man, Charleston Heston, couldn't speak, they knew his needs and dragged a girl into his cage. The apes watched in this upside down zoo version, expecting them to mate and fuck like animals. He felt ashamed but also turned on.
She groaned and awakened, rolling to her side just as he had done mere minutes ago. Being this near, he could smell the mixture of cum and female fluids upon her which only seemed to heighten his sexual awareness. Her blonde hair was straight and shiny even in the dim light.
Suddenly her dark brown eyes fluttered open and she sat up quickly, "What…who are you?" she stammered, "And…where am I?"
He smiled back while staring at her sumptuous breasts, "You don't remember how you got here? I guess I can understand that…after last night I don't remember all that well either. Well…" he sighed, "You're in my cell here at Mistress Jennifer's home."
"Oh no." she giggled.
"What's so funny?"
"That's my name also. How ironic, huh?"
"I'm Don…" offering an outstretched hand.
"W-what were you looking at….before I woke?"
"Your gorgeous tattoo. And to be quite honest, I was imagining what it'd be like to lick it."
Her deep, smiling eyes glazed into his, "I'll let ya, if you can find me some water!"
Reaching back for the liter of Aquafina, she couldn't help but notice the red striped welts across his muscular back, his tight ass marked deeper by the cane's angry licks. She gulped the tepid water, slaking her deep thirst and belched loudly. Her eyes darted to the delicate gold loop piercings adorning both nipples and nodded toward the camera.
"High tech, huh?"
"Oh yes. Haven't you seen the upstairs?"
"No. I was brought here last night from another party, you know, blindfolded and in the trunk. Not too far away…but…" Unconsciously his fingers traced the embossed "J" upon the leather collar, the absence upon her white neck noticeable.
"You're not owned?"
"Umm…no. Not yet anyway. This pain slut is property to be loaned and…" while taking another long pull on the bottle, he studied the pretty submissive.
"D'ya think they're watching? I mean like right now?"
"I don't know, maybe. And anyway, if they're not, everything's recorded…" Her eyes flicked towards the red light.
Relaxing, for the time being, they spoke in ow voices about their lives in general.
Suddenly the door at the top of the stairs opened, spilling morning light downward and a pair of soft, doeskin moccasins began to descend. Within the cell both immediately knelt with eyes downcast. They heard padded footsteps and the sound of tinkling keys as the lock opened.
"Good morning Pet…" Her husky, lilting voice addressed Her slave.
"Good morning Mistress."
"And we have a newcomer. I take it you've met?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Is that all Pet? Haven't you asked for something else, something a bit more personal?"
He cowered. "Umm…y-y-yes Mistress. I…umm…saw her tattoo and…and…told her I'd like to lick it Mistress."
"Out of the cell…now! Both of you!" On hands and knees they crawled the short distance to the center of the immaculate marble tiled floor room.
"You may both stand and look up."
With long black tresses, Mistress Jennifer is quite beautiful. Her face has a stern look but attractive. Wearing an expensive, tailored business suit She's obviously ready, excepting heels, on Her way to the office. Mistress is an accomplished, upscale realtor for the Phoenix area. Her manicured hand patted Her Pet's long, curly brown hair.
"You were a hit last night boy. In fact, two of the men approached and specifically asked for your delicious, talented body again. I am pleased."
Don blushed while looking into the depths of Her eyes. "Thank You Mistress. I live to please Thee." She now faced and stared at the girl, gripping her small chin, turning her face from side to side.
