*This story gives us a glance into day-to-day life in The Matriarch, though certainly no two days are the same!*
"They brought him in the other night. I think he'll do well here."
"That one with the short, dark hair? He seemed feisty."
The two Wardens sat in The Matriarch's exclusive upper floor, open only to Violet's highest-ranking Wardens, and of course the owner of The Matriarch herself. That wasn't to say those were the only people that were ever allowed up, as every rule does have its exceptions.
Indeed, while the Wardens sat near the fireplace halfway between the stairs and Violet's desk in this rectangular room, closer to the desk were a variety of additional guests. In a cage built into the leg space of the desk, a pet sat bored and obedient, waiting for her Master's return. She had fair skin and long blonde hair. It fell over one eye as she cast a glance back through the bars at the front of the desk, spying the Wardens, and beyond them, the angled glass windows that provided a view of the club floor below.
Even with the windows angled outward as they were, seeing anything from this vantage point under the desk was impossible. She turned her head back towards the occupant of the cage behind the desk before either of the Wardens could scold her for making eye contact.
This cage in question held one of three other guests. It was a large metal bird cage suspended about four feet off the floor. Its occupant, a curvy girl with tan skin and short black hair gripped the bars while the cage swayed uncertainly. She was blindfolded with a black ribbon and had a shiny red ball-gag locked around her head.
Flanking the desk were two standing cages that offered little room for struggle. They were shaped like a human body, allowing not even the freedom to allow an occupant to raise either arm. The occupants of these cages were both male, and both locked in chastity cages. One cage was a silicone pink trainer cage and allowed his cock little room to stiffen. The other was a flat steel cage. This pet had an ace of spades tattooed at his beltline.
Neither of these pets however were the one the Wardens had been discussing. No, that pet was currently serving elsewhere in the establishment.
"I'm going to remind you one more time of the order of things around here, bitch. You'd better listen well, because if you forget your place again, I'm tattooing it on your forehead. That's going to make life outside The Matriarch real difficult for you."
Allysa cracked her flogger across the pet's back again, taking satisfaction in the muffled howl that struggled to escape through the panel gag in his mouth.
"You are a pet. The lowest of patrons in The Matriarch. When our gusts say 'jump' you don't ask how high, you fucking jump!"
She cracked the flogger against his back once more, watching him struggle against the chains that held him to the stone wall of one of the basement rooms.
"If you don't jump the height they wanted, they'll punish you and you'll try again!"
Again, the flogger met flesh in a harmony of leather against skin and screams against gag.
"Doesn't sound fair, does it? That's because it's not. Understand?!"
The pet winced, but didn't feel the sting of the flogger this time. Instead, he felt a hand grip the back of his hair.
"You are a pet. You serve our guests, you serve our Wardens, and you beg and grovel and worship at the feet of Violet. If you ever forget this, I will ensure the only part of you with a chance of seeing the light of day again are your screams of agony through the air vents."
She unlocked the panel gag and slowly removed it from his mouth, revealing a four-inch dildo attached to it. A line of drool stretched between the gag and his lips, and she scooped it with her latex-clad fingers before sliding them into his mouth.
"I asked you a question, pet."
"I understand," his reply muffled by the fingers in his mouth.
"Good." She withdrew her fingers and pulled out her phone with her other hand. "Kneel," she casually intoned. He did as he was told without hesitation.
"You're lucky. Your assignment for tonight is to do what you've proven to excel at so far -- disobeying. We've got a bi couple coming in. Brat tamers." She squinted at the screen for a moment. "Ah. You're going to have your hands full with this one." She smirked at him before putting on his collar and leash and walking him up the stairs to the main club floor.
The couple found him leashed to one of the bar stools, as described. In the darkness of the black-painted walls and ceiling of the large circular club floor, the bar was a beacon of pulsing RGB lights. The sconces in the walls and the alcoves with the booths in them held lights in various shapes and equally vibrant colors, but the bar was definitely where you went if you wanted to be found. Or if someone ordered you to be there. Or if they tied your leash to one of the stools and told you to wait on your hands and knees for your clients.
"He doesn't look like a brat. He looks pretty submissive, actually," the pet heard one of the approaching girls say.
"Try me and see what happens," he responded in a low voice, barely audible above the music of the club.
The two girls exchanged glances and shared a hearty laugh. The blonde one whispered something into the brunette's ear, causing her to smile deviantly. They both wore leather jackets that came down to their waists, and tight, shiny black pants. The brunette wore 6-inch heels and a t-shirt with the words 'I'm with Mistress' on it, with a lock emoji below. The blonde wore tall black combat boots, and her t-shirt simply read 'Mistress' with a smirking devil emoji below.
"It looks like you've already got a bitch. What do you need me for?" the pet asked with a wry smile.
The blonde stopped smiling and glared down at the pet. She stormed over, put a boot on his head, and pushed it to the floor with not enough force to cause damage, but enough to assert authority.
"Kelsey, three more points, in addition to the one for that snarky comment earlier. At this rate, he'll set a new record." His face was pressed to the floor in such a way that he could still see the brunette, Kelsey. She pulled a notebook out of her breast pocket and scratched down four ticks before returning it. The blonde pushed her boot down harder.
