I glide up the stairs and through the portal of the historic house in downtown Detroit with LittleWilly at my heels. Once inside, we transport seamlessly (aside from my stockings) into the Prohibition Era -- dim lights, the smell of leather and wood and whisky, the way that the impulse to pleasure persists despite an un-loving authoritarian leadership. No cell phones, websites or e-mail. Inside, we are metal signs, painted notices, handwritten notes, and body language. The backdrop for tonight's beautiful adventure has been curated by the Dungeon Masters at Detroit Bondage and Leather. So easy to feel at home, if you feel most at home in fantasy and desire.
LittleWilly bounces up the stairs behind me as I ascend to my Red Room. He knows his place. He takes off his cloths according to the routine I taught him, jacket, jeans, sweatshirt, etc. Folds them in a neat little pile, places them in the bottom drawer of my dressing table cabinet. And he kneels at my feet.
Good boy, I say, as I slide his dog mask over his head, and he give me his tongue out through the hole.
Good boy, I say, placing an M&M on his tongue and his collar around his neck. He gives me his tongue again. He is now wearing nothing but his dog-mask and collar and looks so cute. I place a cock ring around his tiny little cock. He gives me his tongue for his treat.
Good boy. Puppy down, I say, and LittleWilly turns and drops his chest to the floor, his arms outstretched in front of him. I lube him up, tickle his butthole a little, and LittleWilly barks. I tickle him a bit more, and he barks a bit more, but his chest stays on the ground where I instructed it to stay. I shove in the butt plug with a tail and tell him to Shut up! But he's got what he wanted, so he turns his face back up to me, sits on his heels, and wiggles in glee. Enjoying his tail, he is panting now, and he gives me his tongue once again. This time, as I award him his M&M, he sucks on my finger, little black eyes looking up at me.
Good Boy, I say, stroking his black silky hair, Good Boy. Now leave me alone.
I need to get ready for the evening. Under my dressing table, LittleWilly sits obediently, occasionally resting his head in my lap. My puppy is a slut for the feeling of my painted nails stroking his bare chest and neck. When LittleWilly begins to get bored, he curls up on his floor bed by my feet and waits for me. Waits for his Mistress, the Mistress of this evening's play party.
Sit, I say when I am ready, and LittleWilly pops up onto his knees. I leash his collar, and we begin to descend the wooden staircase, LittleWilly on all fours behind me. On our way down, we great the Master of the House, TwistedGrandpa, and his Kitten. Down one more flight of stairs to the Dungeon, and LittleWilly's cage awaits him beneath the stairs. I open the door, and he bounds into his special place. He has a nice little bed awaiting him there if he needs a nap, and a water bowl. From behind the bars of his cage, he looks out onto the main room of the Dungeon. That should keep him entertained.
