Tightrope

Chapter Four; Layla, Ease Your Troubled Mind.

When I finally woke up I was in my cot, there was a plate of fruit and a glass water on my bedside table. My entire body was sore, I didn't want to move a single muscle. I laid there for a while with my eyes closed and just listened to the sounds of the kennels.

Since we were pets and all.

I never thought I would end up here in all my life, but after I was completely turned out by my ex and then abandoned, I didn't know what else to do. I knew how to be a good girl, most of the time. I just had the misfortune of being owned by one of the worst Mistresses. She was cruel and refused to train me anymore, and Master Luke was displeased with me, so here I am at Casper Hall, where she has sent all of her companions who have failed her. In that moment I remembered the look on Miss AnnaMaria's face before I blacked out. I felt my whole body quiver nervously. I slowly opened my eyes to no one around before sitting up and enjoying some grapes.

A woman in a skimpy nurses outfit comes to my cell door. "Layla, pet of mistress Breena Longflower?"

"Yes miss."

"Would you like to call your mistress?"

"No miss."

"You are functioning well after last night?"

"I am miss."

"Splendid." She makes a check mark of the clipboard she's holding.

"Miss?"

"Yes?"

"How does one see about becoming a permanent residency at Casper Hall?"

"Master Benjamin only picks a top three from each season to meet with personally, if you are eligible, you can discuss that with him. I will say he is a very particular person and expects complete perfection."

"Yes miss. Thank you Miss."

She nods at me and walks away without another word. I sat there in my cell and wondered what I would have to do to prove myself to him.

Suddenly one of the other masters at standing at my door.

"There is another way to stay." He says almost teasingly.

"Yes sir?" I lowered my eyes.

His hand reaches in lifts my chin.

"Look at me girl."

I look into his eyes.

They're gorgeous with a softness to them.

He smiles and unlocks the door. Taking my hand and leading me toward the hall of playrooms. It isn't long before we find one and I'm pushed inside. I nearly fall over but manage to balance myself. His smile was much more devious now. I was almost scared.

"Knees." He bellowed and l immediately dropped down. Before I know it he's grabbing my hair and forcing his rock hard cock into my mouth. I try to suck but he slaps my face with his other hand.

"Open."

I open my mouth and throat wide and let him use my face as a fuck toy. He's rough and fast and it was making my neck hurt but I could also feel the pool of wetness forming between my legs. He was close to cumming and I braced for impact, but to my surprise he pulled out quick and released my hair.

"Up."

I stood up as quick as someone completely disoriented could. Which apparently wasn't fast enough. He grabs my soggy cunt and smirks at me.

"Filthy whore." he hisses at me. He slips a finger inside me and I gasp. "You want me inside you?" His voice turns into a purr.

"Yes sir."

"Yes sir what?" He swirls his finger in a circle inside me.

"Yes sir I want you inside me." I moan out.

He picks me up in one arm and starts walking over to the couch on the other side of the room. All while still fingering me softly. He lays me down and keeps up his movements while unzipping his pants.

Next thing I know his hand is out and he is holding my wrists above my head, while his hard cock is thrusting into me roughly. My soft moans turn to loud screams. His forces both my hands into one of his and places the other one around my throat.

He squeezes tightly and I instantly cum.

He laughs, letting go of my neck.

"You weren't supposed to do that yet." He chuckles. And I nearly cum again. Something about him made me want to please him. Not just because I didn't want to be punished either.

"I'm sorry sir." I murmur. He leans in and kisses me hard.

"You'll have to pay for that later." He smirks and continues to plow his still throbbing cock inside of me. I cum at least four more times before he grunts loud and pulls out of me, spraying his seed all over my stomach.

It was one of the best sexual experiences I had in my life. My body was shaking. My mind was racing. He slaps my worn out pussy with his palm. Hard. I cum again.

"Once you've caught your breath report to the showers. Get some rest and I'll come find you later to punish you for cumming without permission." He wipes himself off and is gone in an instant. I laid there sore and bruised but still reeling from how great it all felt. I ran my fingertips along my neck. I almost hoped he had left a mark. As I stretched myself out, feeling the puddles of cum underneath me I moan out just thinking about his long perfectly curved cock.

After a few more deep breaths I finally grabbed a towel and cleaned up my mess best I could and then reported to the shower station.

"Where is your Master?" The woman said looking over the clipboard.

"I am here in training. My official master is to be determined."

"Yes but all pets are to be supervised at all times."

"I dunno. He left me in the playroom and told me to come shower."

She looks me up and down and rolls her eyes before waving me inside.

It was like a gym style shower. Everything open of course. I could see other girls and their bruises as they washed themselves. I notice two of the girls making eyes at one another. I'm sure that will end badly.

As I turn the handle for the water spout it comes out nice and hot. It feels incredible.

Part of me wished it was a hand held shower head like I had at my old place, but I guess they don't want us getting ourselves off. That's their job. Ours is to take it. I found my mind slipping back to the master whose name I didn't know. I shampoo my hair and say a prayer that he comes to find me later like he said. Even if I did have to get punished.

"There you are." I heard from behind me.

Turning around quickly I was face to face with Misstress AnnaMaria.

Before I could even react, even gasp, she had her hand on my throat and up against the tile wall. She was strong, holding me up in the air.

"You're in trouble." her smile is wide and devilish. My legs were shaking as they dangled.

"I'm sorry." I gurgle, struggling to breathe.

"Not yet you aren't." she hisses at me, pulling a collar and chain out of the pocket of her dress. She quickly replaces her hand with the collar and I am on my knees being dragged out if the shower before i could even finish rinsing the soap out of my hair.